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To kinda expand on my feelings I shared in my last reblog, mainly because I didn't want to go against Date Everything too hard on a reblog that wasn't really about that.

From my 30-ish hours of playing Date Everything (I think I got a little more than 30 hours). I feel like the game is very much akin to... Taste testing.

Like, ok, you know when you're buying a wedding cake, and at the bakery the baker will give you a bunch of different small cake slices to try.

"this one is lemon cake with vanilla buttercream, and this one is almond with Bavarian cream, and this one is earl grey with almond cream, etc, etc"

(you don't need to have actually gone wedding cake shopping for this analogy to work. Just imagine being in a bakery and trying out many different cake slices)

And after finding one cake flavor you really love, and want to try it out, the baker tells you that you can't actually have a whole cake of that flavor. That small slice you got was all you're going to get.

That's what playing Date Everything kind of feels like.

Like you get attached to a handful of characters. Maybe just one. Maybe two of three. Maybe a small handful.

But even the more fleshed out routes aren't nearly as long as a normal dating visual novel love interest's route.

So you end up wanting more.

Now I'm not saying that every character's route should be as long, or even half as long, as a typical dating visual novel love interest's route.

That is not only extremely impractical, I think it would make the game feel too big.

I'm grinding my SPEC points so I can see the ending of the characters I really love, and I think I would drop the game if each character's ending took half an hour to complete.

There could be more content after a character's ending, but that's creating content a large amount of the player base just won't see unless those players like that character and want to spend more time with them.

Which isn't always the case. Like I said, I'm grinding endings right now, and that means I'm doing character's routes I don't really care about. If I don't care about their ending, I probably wouldn't see their bonus extra route content.

And even if each object only got one extra route, that's still doubling the amount of content in an already pretty large game.

And creating a lot of content that a lot of the player basis just won't see.

So I think that Date Everything works because it offers a lot of variety. They're like a wedding cake shop, there's so many options that each customer is bound to find at least a handful of the characters charming and love them.

But they're bound to end up wishing that they got a little more content of their favorites.

Like I love Hector, Bobby, Volt and Eddie, Amir, Barry, Curt and Rod, Mateo, Prissy, Shelly, Stella, Zoey, etc. I would love to play a full dating sim with them as the main love interests, similar to Our Life, but their routes, while amazing, feel small compared to other dating visual novels routes.

Maybe it's just me, but I like it when I can really explore a love interest psyche. Their past, childhood, etc. I feel like we only got to know the surface level for some of these characters, without the chance to really explore them more. So at times they feel a bit..... Shallow.

But, again, I don't expect the game to have super long routes, because that's impractical.

So I'm just kinda left hungry, while still understanding why I'm left hungry.

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Very much agree.

While the scope of the game is truly massive, and I commend the devs for such a big game, I do think that some storylines got wrapped up a bit too quickly. Which, at times, I think led to the game feeling like it prioritized quantity over quality. Not that the characters in this game aren't amazing, because they absolutely are.

But sometimes I did think that the game kinda rushed you towards an ending with a character. Like, with some characters I really felt like we only got to see the surface of their character before we hit an ending.

But other characters felt a lot more fleshed out, which kinda created this weird dichotomy of character routes that felt "fast" and character routes that felt like it had the proper time to let simmer.

I think the fact that some characters had multiple dialogues after completing their routes, while others just had one. Or some characters appearing in different routes while others didn't or hardly appeared in anyone else's routes. Kinda lead to some characters feeling more fleshed out, and left me wanting with some characters.

Hector being one of them.

I was honestly really surprised how Hector didn't really seem to show up in any of the others routes. He's like extremely briefly in Keyes' route. But from my knowledge, that's it.

Which is kinda odd to me considering that he and Fantina seem like such similar characters. Or the fact that he's very submissive and is right next to Sophia, the dominatrix safe? And they, from my knowledge, don't have a single interaction together?

I admit I was kind of surprised how... Fast? Hector's ending seemed to happen.

Like, you get to the attic and after accepting or rejecting him, you get your ending. It just seems a little quick for Hector to seemingly get over his self confidence issues.

Especially when compared to Barry's issues with remembering stuff. Or Bev trying to get people to go to her bar. Or Keyes with accepting that she's not part of a musical performance and making friends.

I think I would have enjoyed even just one more visit to the attic with Hector to make the route feel more complete.

Maybe you accept him but Hector just can't let himself accept that you actually like him. Maybe he shows you himself for a minute but quickly chickens out and runs back into hiding, and you have to reinsure him the next time you see him and finally get him to come out of his shell for real this time.

Or, as you pointed out, a falling out period with Hector.

It's been shown that Hector has a rather gloomy mindset. He even admits that he would fall apart if you left, or, depending on which dialogue option you choose, that you rejecting him wouldn't phase him because he got himself so used to the idea of you rejecting him.

Like maybe you accept Hector, but Hector tells himself that you're lying. That you couldn't possibly like him like this. Not when you have a house full of attractive objects. And he pushes you away.

And the next day you have to go back to him and try to convince him that you do like him.

Idk, I didn't mean for this to become a Date Everything criticism post, because I do really love the game. These are just some things I noticed when playing.

While I haven't progressed beyond Hector's romance route, I really wish they would've done more with him. Like, as is the standard formula with any romance novel, there's usually something that forces the two primary love interests apart so they can evaluate their relationship and understand they do want each other beyond whatever circumstance brought them together.

When it comes to Hector, it's really difficult to imagine he'd be so on board with the idea that we love him without something going awry. Like, you mean to tell me that he's just complacent to love and be loved after revealing himself and laying bare all the longing he's secretly harbored for us, content with the relationship without some sort of evidence we love him for him. And not that we love him because he loves us?

What I mean to say is that, if I were so deeply in love with someone the way Hector is with us, I'd need to know they reciprocate because they love me, not just the fantasy of being pined over. Especially since it seems Hector has some self-respect, though buried beneath layers and layers of low self-esteem.

Idk I know the breadth of this game is large so there isn't as much depth with some of these storylines, but damn I really wish there was a falling out period written with Hector. That way we could repair with him and help him understand what we like about him, aside from the chasing and the erotica and the intense dedication.

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Another thing to go onto the service Hector thing

While he is %100 sub leaning. I think he could Service Dom but that's just my thoughts

Hmmm. Hector *could* service Dom... But to be honest when he talked about messing with the temperature without the player character's permission I took it as him being a brat. Like, isn't it kind of bratty behavior to not follow your dom's orders? (.... Maybe I should write a Hector spanking fic after PC finds out Hector has been missing with the temperature against their wishes....)

I'm also a Dom so I kinda hit all of the characters with the sub beam, lol.

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It's kind of implied in the game that Eddie and Volt are connected (beyond Eddie creating Volt). Like when Volt blacked out, Eddie felt it too.

So that leads me to headcannon that as well as sharing pain, they also share pleasure. They don't share all sensations. Like, Eddie can't feel when Volt picks up a glass. But when a sensation is particularly strong, be it pain or pleasure, it's shared.

They're probably aware of the pain aspect, but I don't think they know about the pleasure aspect. When the two fucked before meeting the player character they just assumed any pleasure they felt was their own.

Now imagine the player character coming along and fucking one of them, and the other, for reasons unknown to them, start feeling pleasure...

Imagine pulling Eddie into the backroom during a show and fucking him against the desk, and Volt feeling the pleasure like it was his own. His face flushes as he looks around, wondering what could be the cause, and his eyes land on the backroom. He just Knows what's going on in there.

But he has to entertain, especially as Eddie and you are currently busy. So he has to try and push his arousal down.

Then later on, after Volt talks about the sudden pleasure he felt, tying Eddie to the bedframe and fucking Volt while Eddie watches. Not touching him until he gives in and begs to be touched.... edging both of them even though you're just touching Volt...

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hm this bit of flavor text with the thermostat is interesting. i wonder if it's a nod to Hector admitting sometimes he messes with the temp by himself?

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Ok NSFW but Hector is ABSOLUTELY into temperature play. Blindfolding his partner and then playing with ice cubes/hot wax on their body, watching goosebumps form and their skin flush... And since it's basically an extension of his toying with the temperature of the house, he'd be a natural at it 🙂‍↕️

Edit: Now includes versions with she/her, he/him, they/them pronouns. Anatomy specified accordingly!

LMFAOAOA the literal HVAC being into temperature play is so fucking funny but makes so much sense. i mean, he literally tells us as much, albeit him admitting so in much more... flowery language.

okay but also imagine his partner wanting to demonstrate what it's like being on the receiving end of his kink?

hope you don't mind i'm hijacking this ask for my thoughts!

descriptors of Hector's physical appearance down below!

>>>mdni

She/her version:

The bedsprings squeaked, metal rattled, and to any onlooker not clued in, they might assume the man cuffed to the bed and blindfolded was undergoing a torture of the highest cruelty; his limbs writhing against the sheets, black coils turned to tendrils on his salty brow, groans hissed through a clenched jaw. However, they'd be mistaken. Hector was right where he wanted to be. With the person he wanted most. And they were on top of him, like a huntress savoring the last throes of her quarry, rapt with his every twist, salivating over what exquisite depravities she could extract from him next.

Her fingers, raking him over like talons, dragged the ice down his pebbled pecs, then his stomach, swirling below his navel, provoking another tender gasp from his heaving chest. He arched, skin turned gooseflesh. A hot pang rolled through her belly. Her lips curled into something wicked.

With a smile that could rend steel, though she boasted no fangs, she leaned in, whispering, "See? This is what it feels like, Hector: what you feel like to me." Her deft hands arabesqued his thigh, traveling up, up, up, a pinky catching on the hem of his boxers, threatening to invade further. And despite how she wished to plunge deep into his underwear, to feel him, febrile and velvet, pump his hardness with the same rapacious hunger compelling her to spill his belly and sink her teeth into his muscle, she held her ground, breath bated, eyes fixated on the man her heart ached for. She wanted the ache. She wanted him. But, not yet. Their game wasn't over.

Hector keened against the restraints, the bar between his plush lips muffling a shaky cry, teeth baring leather. He pretended like he wanted to get away, but his tip beaded a dark blot against the cotton. His brows wrinkled, the corners of his mouth went upturned, then quickly corrected to that helpless wince. Her laugh was all smoke and suede, without an ounce of remorse.

"Hector," her fingers edged an inch deeper below the fabric, chiding him in a sultry and low coo, "we both know how good you are with your words." Another inch. He flexed. She hummed. "But..."

She whistled cool air against his red-tipped ear. "No more words." she said, her fingers brushing his fraying curls, tucking a black loop into place. "Speak with your body, amorcito. Show me what you want."

The pretenses were gone, the inferno of his sweltering desire vaporizing them. Hector bucked his hips, seeking friction. His voice, sweet, desperate, begged unintelligibly. Her pussy throbbed. He debased himself so... easily, so willingly. She couldn't help but pant at the sight of him. Her fingers found her wetness then slipped under his boxers, all while praising that he was being so good for her, painting his hardened length with her sticky want, wrapping her fingers round him, squeezing, strangling. Her other hand spilled the burning candle's wax on his chest and he sobbed, suddenly becoming shy and facing away from her. She chuckled but didn't let up on her ruthless pace. She needed him to feel every ounce; to understand what he'd been doing to her all this time from his vents.

Her lush mouth found his nipple and she sucked, tongue laving him, teeth nibbling. The red wax hardened. His breath labored and his abdomen tensed, cock throbbing in her palm. He was close, and she knew it, so she slowed, lording her authority over his feverish state. She hoped he'd beg, shake his hips against her hand, but instead, he slobbered against the gag censoring him, attempting to say something. Concerned, she relieved him of the bar, and he sucked in a gasp.

"Is everything alright, Hector?" she asked, cupping his cheek.

He nodded. "It's just..." His head hung low, face flushing bashfully, blindfold visoring his eyes. She listened intently, suddenly full of worry.

"I—I want you, I love you, I need you. So please, kiss me. I'm so close, just, please, kiss me— "

Her mouth crashed into his, surprising him, and they sighed together. It was all breath and hunger, whimpers so saccharine she forgot she was the aggressor and he her prey, lost to the tang of him and his slippery feel. Her hand started up again, gradual, then marauding. He twisted, pressing against her eagerly. Between the squelching and tremors of longing wracking her lonely pussy, she speared her hand into his hair as if to search for more of him — for some other part of him she hadn't yet discovered. She needed him. Every mole, scar, wrinkle, it was hers. He belonged to her and she commanded so, greedily devouring his kiss-bruised lips, her hand pumping his twitching cock. Hector moaned and she worked him in earnest, guiding, loving.

At the most final moment, she pulled away, saliva trailing between them, springing his length free from the confines of his underwear, and she took his miserably erubescent head into her mouth, cheeks pitting, warmth sliding over the entirety of his cock. He winced, calling her name as his climax flooded her mouth.

At the head of the bed, Hector breathed raggedly, her drawing every last bit of him out from his half-hard cock. When she finished, she wiped her mouth and curled up next to him, a quiet adoration fuzzing her core. Discarding his blindfold and unfastening the cuffs, they looked at each other, their sex-mussed hair, their sweaty bodies, their glazed eyes, and they laughed. She tucked her head against his chest, on top of the wax, it smelling of jasmine, and Hector welcomed her, pulling her in, but it was clear there was something else.

She asked what he was thinking. She felt the rumble of his voice as he spoke.

"Well," his hand rubbed her shoulder, "your thighs, they're wet, and they're... touching me."

Before she could recoil, embarrassed over the state of herself, his arms caged her, strong and unrelenting. With a confidence she rarely glanced from Hector, he turned her chin up to him, both of their faces ablaze, and kissed her, holding her there, soft and delicately.

His other hand sank to the swell of her hips, tentatively as though waiting for her to stop him, but she didn't.

When she broke their embrace, she told him that she loved him, and he placed his lips on her forehead. His fingers finally met her there, brushing past a tuft of hair, then probing, curious and feeling rough against her drenched sex.

"After all this time, you have no idea what hearing you say that means to me. Please, let me show you."

He/Him version:

The bedsprings squeaked, metal rattled, and to any onlooker not clued in, they might assume the man cuffed to the bed and blindfolded was undergoing a torture of the highest cruelty; his limbs writhing against the sheets, black coils turned to tendrils on his salty brow, groans hissed through a clenched jaw. However, they'd be mistaken. Hector was right where he wanted to be. With the person he wanted most. And they were on top of him, like a hunter savoring the last throes of his quarry, rapt with his every twist, salivating over what exquisite depravities he could extract from him next.

His fingers, raking Hector over like talons, dragged the ice down his pebbled pecs, then his stomach, swirling below his navel, provoking another tender gasp from his heaving chest. He arched, skin turned gooseflesh. A hot pang rolled over his groin. His lips curled into something wicked.

With a smile that could rend steel, though he boasted no fangs, he leaned in, whispering, "See? This is what it feels like, Hector: what you feel like to me." His deft hands arabesqued Hector's thigh, traveling up, up, up, a pinky catching on the hem of his boxers, threatening to invade further. And despite how he wished to plunge deep into his underwear, to feel him, febrile and velvet, pump his hardness with the same rapacious hunger compelling him to spill his belly and sink his teeth into his muscle, he held his ground, breath bated, eyes fixated on the man his heart ached for. He wanted the ache. He wanted him. But, not yet. Their game wasn't over.

Hector keened against the restraints, the bar between his plush lips muffling a shaky cry, teeth baring leather. He pretended like he wanted to get away, but his tip beaded a dark blot against the cotton. Hector's brows wrinkled, the corners of his mouth went upturned, then quickly corrected to that helpless wince. His partner's laugh was all smoke and suede, without an ounce of remorse.

"Hector," his fingers edged an inch deeper below the fabric, chiding him in a sultry and low coo, "we both know how good you are with your words." Another inch. Hector flexed. He hummed. "But..."

He whistled cool air against his red-tipped ear. "No more words." he said, his fingers brushing his fraying curls, tucking a black loop into place. "Speak with your body, amorcito. Show me what you want."

The pretenses were gone, the inferno of Hector's sweltering desire vaporizing them. He bucked his hips, seeking friction. His voice, sweet, desperate, begged unintelligibly. Seeing Hector like this, his own cock ached. He debased himself so... easily, so willingly. His lover couldn't help but pant at the sight of him. He took his fingers into his mouth then slipped under Hector's boxers, all while praising that he was being so good for him, painting his hardened length with his sticky spit, it mixing with Hector's dribbling want, wrapping his fingers round him, squeezing, strangling. His other hand spilled the burning candle's wax on Hector's chest and he sobbed, suddenly becoming shy and facing away from him. He chuckled but didn't let up on his ruthless pace. He needed him to feel every ounce; to understand what he'd been doing to him all this time from his vents.

His lush mouth found his nipple and he sucked, tongue laving him, teeth nibbling. The red wax hardened. Hector's breath labored and his abdomen tensed, cock throbbing in his palm. He was close, and his lover knew it, so he slowed, lording his authority over his feverish state. He hoped Hector would beg, shake his hips against his hand, but instead, he slobbered against the gag censoring him, attempting to say something. Concerned, he relieved him of the bar, and he sucked in a gasp.

"Is everything alright, Hector?" he asked, cupping his cheek.

Hector nodded. "It's just..." His head hung low, face flushing bashfully, blindfold visoring his eyes. He listened intently, suddenly full of worry.

"I—I want you, I love you, I need you. So please, kiss me. I'm so close, just, please, kiss me— "

His mouth crashed into his, surprising Hector, and they sighed together. It was all breath and hunger, whimpers so saccharine he forgot he was the aggressor and Hector his prey, lost to the tang of him and his slippery feel. His hand started up again, gradual, then marauding. Hector twisted, pressing against him eagerly. Between the squelching and blood rushing to his own lonely cock, he speared his hand into Hector's hair as if to search for more of him — for some other part he hadn't yet discovered. He needed him. Every mole, scar, wrinkle, it was his. Hector belonged to him and he commanded so, greedily devouring his kiss-bruised lips, his hand pumping Hector's twitching cock. He moaned and he worked him in earnest, guiding, loving.

At the most final moment, he pulled away, saliva trailing between them, springing Hector's length free from the confines of his underwear, and he took his miserably erubescent head into his mouth, cheeks pitting, warmth sliding over the entirety of his cock. Hector winced, calling his name as his climax flooded his mouth.

At the head of the bed, Hector breathed raggedly, his partner drawing every last bit of him out from his half-hard cock. When he finished, he wiped his mouth and curled up next to him, a quiet adoration fuzzing his core. Discarding Hector's blindfold and unfastening the cuffs, they looked at each other, their sex-mussed hair, their sweaty bodies, their glazed eyes, and they laughed. He tucked his head against Hector's chest, on top of the wax, it smelling of jasmine, and he welcomed him, pulling him in, but it was clear there was something else.

He asked what Hector was thinking. He felt the rumble of his voice as Hector spoke.

"Well," his hand rubbed his shoulder, "it's... poking my leg. And it feels so... hot."

Before he could recoil, embarrassed over the state of himself, Hector's arms caged him, strong and unrelenting. With a confidence he rarely glanced from Hector, he turned his chin up to him, both of their faces ablaze, and kissed him, holding him there, soft and delicately.

Hector's other hand sank to the swell of his hips, tentatively as though waiting for him to stop him, but he didn't.

When Hector's lover broke their embrace, he told Hector that he loved him, and Hector placed his lips on his forehead. His fingers finally met him there, brushing past a tuft of hair, then probing, curious and feeling rough against his burning sex.

"After all this time, you have no idea what hearing you say that means to me. Please, let me show you."

They/them version:

The bedsprings squeaked, metal rattled, and to any onlooker not clued in, they might assume the man cuffed to the bed and blindfolded was undergoing a torture of the highest cruelty; his limbs writhing against the sheets, black coils turned to tendrils on his salty brow, groans hissed through a clenched jaw. However, they'd be mistaken. Hector was right where he wanted to be. With the person he wanted most. And they were on top of him, like a hunter savoring the last throes of their quarry, rapt with his every twist, salivating over what exquisite depravities they could extract from him next.

Their fingers, raking him over like talons, dragged the ice down his pebbled pecs, then his stomach, swirling below his navel, provoking another tender gasp from his heaving chest. He arched, skin turned gooseflesh. A hot pang rolled through their belly. Their lips curled into something wicked.

With a smile that could rend steel, though they boasted no fangs, they leaned in, whispering, "See? This is what it feels like, Hector: what you feel like to me." Their deft hands arabesqued his thigh, traveling up, up, up, a pinky catching on the hem of his boxers, threatening to invade further. And despite how they wished to plunge deep into his underwear, to feel him, febrile and velvet, pump his hardness with the same rapacious hunger compelling them to spill his belly and sink their teeth into his muscle, they held their ground, breath bated, eyes fixated on the man their heart ached for. They wanted the ache. They wanted him. But, not yet. Their game wasn't over.

Hector keened against the restraints, the bar between his plush lips muffling a shaky cry, teeth baring leather. He pretended like he wanted to get away, but his tip beaded a dark blot against the cotton. His brows wrinkled, the corners of his mouth went upturned, then quickly corrected to that helpless wince. Their laugh was all smoke and suede, without an ounce of remorse.

"Hector," their fingers edged an inch deeper below the fabric, chiding him in a sultry and low coo, "we both know how good you are with your words." Another inch. He flexed. They hummed. "But..."

They whistled cool air against his red-tipped ear. "No more words." they said, their fingers brushing his fraying curls, tucking a black loop into place. "Speak with your body, amorcito. Show me what you want."

The pretenses were gone, the inferno of his sweltering desire vaporizing them. Hector bucked his hips, seeking friction. His voice, sweet, desperate, begged unintelligibly. Their sex throbbed. He debased himself so... easily, so willingly. They couldn't help but pant at the sight of him. They took their fingers into their mouth then slipped under his boxers, all while praising that he was being so good for them, painting his hardened length with their sticky spit, it mixing with Hector's dribbling want, wrapping their fingers round him, squeezing, strangling. Their other hand spilled the burning candle's wax on his chest and he sobbed, suddenly becoming shy and facing away from them. They chuckled but they didn't let up on their ruthless pace. They needed him to feel every ounce; to understand what he'd been doing to them all this time from his vents.

Their lush mouth found his nipple and they sucked, tongue laving him, teeth nibbling. The red wax hardened. His breath labored and his abdomen tensed, cock throbbing in their palm. He was close, and they knew it, so they slowed, lording their authority over his feverish state. They hoped he'd beg, shake his hips against their hand, but instead, he slobbered against the gag censoring him, attempting to say something. Concerned, they relieved him of the bar, and he sucked in a gasp.

"Is everything alright, Hector?" they asked, cupping his cheek.

He nodded. "It's just..." His head hung low, face flushing bashfully, blindfold visoring his eyes. They listened intently, suddenly full of worry.

"I—I want you, I love you, I need you. So please, kiss me. I'm so close, just, please, kiss me— "

Their mouth crashed into his, surprising him, and they both sighed together. It was all breath and hunger, whimpers so saccharine they forgot they were the aggressor and he their prey, lost to the tang of him and his slippery feel. Their hand started up again, gradual, then marauding. He twisted, pressing against them eagerly. Between the squelching and tremors of longing wracking their lonely sex, they speared their hand into his hair as if to search for more of him — for some other part of him they hadn't yet discovered. They needed him. Every mole, scar, wrinkle, it was theirs. He belonged to them and they commanded so, greedily devouring his kiss-bruised lips, their hand pumping his twitching cock. Hector moaned and they worked him in earnest, guiding, loving.

At the most final moment, they pulled away, saliva trailing between them, springing his length free from the confines of his underwear, and they took his miserably erubescent head into their mouth, cheeks pitting, warmth sliding over the entirety of his cock. He winced, calling their name as his climax flooded their mouth.

At the head of the bed, Hector breathed raggedly, them drawing every last bit of him out from his half-hard cock. When they finished, they wiped their mouth and curled up next to him, a quiet adoration fuzzing their core. Discarding his blindfold and unfastening the cuffs, the two of them looked at each other, their sex-mussed hair, their sweaty bodies, their glazed eyes, and laughed. They tucked their head against his chest, on top of the wax, it smelling of jasmine, and Hector welcomed them, pulling them in, but it was clear there was something else.

They asked what he was thinking. They felt the rumble of his voice as he spoke.

"Well," his hand rubbed their shoulder, "I can feel... it against me. And... it's so warm."

Before they could recoil, embarrassed over the state of themself, his arms caged them, strong and unrelenting. With a confidence they rarely glanced from Hector, he turned their chin up to him, both of their faces ablaze, and kissed them, holding them there, soft and delicately.

His other hand sank to the swell of their hips, tentatively as though waiting for them to stop him, but they didn't.

When they broke their embrace, they told him that they loved him, and he placed his lips on their forehead. His fingers finally met them there, brushing past a tuft of hair, then probing, curious and feeling rough against their aching sex.

"After all this time, you have no idea what hearing you say that means to me. Please, let me show you."

yeah so hopefully this delivered. i'll also write hector being in a more dominant position eventually, but this is what came to me most immediately upon reading your ask! anyways, comments and reblogs bring me life. let me know what yall think ^^

spot any typos? please lmk so i can edit. i swear i read my writing a million times and something always manages to slip through the cracks lolol

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What do you mean they never meet im insane over this

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I love Hector so much. I was waiting for a submissive dateable the whole game and then Hector went and knocked me off my feet.

He's soooo submissive. Wants us to be in control?? Bending to our will?? Amazing, I love it.

He's also very pathetic, and I love my men pathetic.

I think that Hector would be extremely touched starved. Like man doesn't even what people to see him, he wouldn't want anyone to touch him either.

So when he finally works up the nerve to allow us to touch him sexually I know he comes soooo fast.

Like your lips are biting at his neck as you slowly pump his dick and after three strokes he's already coming.

He's soooo embarrassed by it too. Like a part of him thinks he totally blew it and thinks he's pathetic now.

But I like my men pathetic, so of course this is the hottest thing you've ever seen.

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This is sorta mega horny for main but whatever. I agree Hector is submissive but he's a submissive top to me. He even says it. That he likes when he is the one to make you shiver or warm up cause the control flips for a moment. Like hes pathetic and has no real will to demand anything of you but if he knows you like being the reciever i see no world where giver isnt gladly his position. Type of guy to orgasm just cause you did. FREAK. I want him bad