I'll anon this, but you already know who this is. I just dont need people questioning my taste in men /j
But serious note: Can I have some NSFW headcanons of either Servais and Bane (your pick) with a stressed out S/O who is tense they cant seem to relax? Go wild with what you want, all I ask is consent and aftercare is involved if it gets super kinky-Your local stressed out college psych major who is about to commit book homicide.
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— Relax with me
Fandom — Identity V
Pairing — The Gamekeeper | Bane/reader
Content Warnings — fingering, sexual tension, marking, possessive behavior, implied AFAB reader (no genitals mentioned/pronouns used)
Author's note — horni
Bane is used to being observant about others around him, especially since his friends have been animals prior to his involvement with the manor games. It would be hard to sneak past him that you were stressed since he knew you like the back of his hand.
Also given he's involved in the Manor games more than the others, he has a few... additional permissions to do. He was able to pull a few strings and get you excluded from the games for a little while, but he knew that wasn't the only thing that would help you.
He'd come to you when you were in your room, making sure you knew he was there with a few taps on your door frame before he walks in, making sure that door was shut behind him.
He'd start off slow, making sure that you were ok, that you were in a good place to have a discussion and make sure that you had a clear head. If you make the clear he would move onto his next phase, suggesting he knows a way to ease the tension.
It starts as a back massage, his fingers, rough and calloused from the work he has put himself through, able to dig into those little spots where he eases knots, he's playing you like a fiddle, holding you, touching you. He waits until you're settled before he begins to let his hands wander; your chest, your thighs, he wants to touch all of you, feel you.
If you're responding well, he'll kiss you. Given he wears a prosthetic in order to do things like to talk [be it with a slur when he feels comfortable doing so] or eat [having a second one to do that], he cannot taste you fully. It pains him to know that he will never know how you taste, how your tongue feels roaming against his own, but he makes sure that it's soft, and gentle, keeping you pressed in your chair as he ravishes your body with his hands.
He wants to claim you, mark you, make you his, he has been desiring you from the moment he met you and you have filled his head ever since. To have seen you stressed, tired, tense, it made his want to make you safe grow even more, especially as his fingers began to grow dangerously close to your center, close to where you had begun to throb and be needy.
He knew deep in himself that if he were to be inside of you he wouldn't want to stop, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else but fucking you deeply, making sure you never went a day without his seed dripping down your leg, so instead he made do with his fingers, working at your bottoms to allow them to be skin to skin, flesh to flesh, watching your face as you whimper and groan, wanting him, needing him.
He would pay attention, this was for you, after all, he would gauge the way you reacted to his touches, his presses, his ghosting of fingers over your sex as he touched you, committed you to memory. You were the finest piece of artwork he had seen, especially as you whimpered with just his fingers.
Marking you with teeth, with saliva, with want, he would work you slowly, surely, making sure that you are enjoying every bit of what he does for you, making you commit his touches to your memory. He wanted to make sure that you remembered this, that the next time you tried to get yourself off you would be thinking of him, craving him, desiring him. He wants to be the one that you associate with this feeling, associate with this pleasure, especially as he would steal your breath.
Coming undone would be the best part, blessing his eyes, blessing his fingers as he watched you cum over his fingers, hands and wrist, admiring how small you are compared to him, how his fingers stretched you out despite only having two inside. He wanted to fuck you full, make sure that you would be dripping with his cum, especially as his dick was straining the front of his pants, but he couldn't, he shouldn't—
If you invited him, however, how could he refuse?
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there’s a creature in the mythology of my urban fantasy called the Gamekeeper. one of a handful of spirits that’s tied to a category of animal. in it’s case, game animals.
the Gamekeeper originates from somewhere in central Europe, not sure exactly where. but it came to the States at some point and has been there since.
one thing known about the Gamekeeper is that it takes on ‘kin’. if someone desires to survive, more then absolutely anything else. then it will come to them and take them as kin. stealing that person away and transforming them into something closer to itself.
it has acquired quiet a few kin over the years.
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