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NSFW Alphabet Challenge

Relationship: Mafioso/GN!Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Brief Depictions of Graphic Violence, Sadism, Masochism, Rough Sex, Swordplay, Bloodplay, Choking/Breathplay, Public/Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Rough Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Size difference

no bunny features to separate him from DG

everything that takes place is during forsaken unless said otherwise

18+ Only Below The Cut!

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

Aftercare isn’t something Mafioso partakes in when the two of you finish. If you’re lucky enough to have been in bed in the aftermath, then he typically lights a cigar—not caring if the smoke filling the room causes you to gag or cough. Mafioso might play with your hair endearingly for a bit before getting out of bed to shower and change.

If you’re not so lucky, and the two of you finish during a round, then often he’ll leave you fucked out on the ground—busying himself by quickly fixing his attire to continue his rampage and duties as that rounds killer. Usually, this is the case, and it’s quite embarrassing having to explain to the others why your clothes are ripped and why your legs are shaky when the round is over.

It’s nothing personal. He's a busy mobster, after all. 

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

Mafioso’s favourite body part would most likely be his arms. More specifically, his biceps. He’s had to work and do a lot to get to the position he’s in, especially considering there’s a rare chance that he’s the next round’s killer while in damnation. His strength can be shown throughout a myriad of examples, from being able to slam survivors to the ground with ease, wielding his heavy sword—to holding you against the wall as he has his way with you, using one arm while his fingers stretch you out roughly.

For you, he’d most likely have a preference for your stomach. He can be quite sadistic, and typically humours the idea of your guts spilled out open with his signature blade. Most of the time though, he thinks about all the deep marks and bruises he’s left behind throughout your relationship—often making new ones while he fucks you with much precision. 

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

Mafioso isn’t a fan of anything that might ruin his own expensive clothing (he just got that suit tailored, you know..). Even if this is the case, that doesn’t stop him from making a mess out of you. 

Often, your time together is quite limited. So, to avoid making too much of a mess to hide or clean, Mafioso tends to opt for stuffing you full to the brim with his cum. Following afterwards, he might take a step back—spreading your legs to watch as his seed drips out of you.

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

Ever heard of the term “airing out dirty laundry”? Well, in this scenario, this could be taken as quite the literal meaning when it comes to Mafioso. He can be a prideful man, and something that reminds him of his power, even over you, would be keeping your underwear after the two of you finish up. He’ll gladly pocket them in his coat, humming an old tune before fixing himself up.

Another dirty secret of his is something more akin to a fantasy. He’s rather selfish when it comes to you, but the idea of his men defiling you right before his eyes always manages to make him hard during the days when the two of you are apart. 

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

Being someone with plenty of wealth, travel experience, and connections, Mafioso would be quite an experienced individual.

When it comes to the two of you, Mafioso is quick to learn the things that make you shake and whine—wanting nothing more than to take you apart bit by bit. He’s confident and fast with his ministrations, never once skipping a beat the second he hears your breath hitch a certain way or when your abdomen twitches whenever his breath is low and heavy against your ear. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This mobster loves any sort of position where he has the most control and power over you. Your time can be quite limited if it’s during a round, so he’s either fucking you harshly against a wall—legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you up with a single arm, to him pounding you into the soft grass; only using a single hand to restrain your wrists behind your back.

During the times when you two are together outside of the rounds, he’s still on top of you, ensuring he’s able to get a good look at your face without the worry of a timer—holding your legs over his shoulder while his hips snap against your thighs. 

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

Stoic can be a word to describe Mafioso. Regardless of the times when he’s aggressive—throwing insults at the survivors who dare prevent him from collecting that “debt”, he’s not very humorous when it’s the two of you.

Though, Mafioso might tease and degrade you at times, despite that outwardly demeanor of his—squeezing your face between his large, gloved fingers, a smile always seemingly stuck to that face of his as he flusters you with his slick words. 

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

Mafioso is, of course, a walking stereotype of an American-Italian mobster. From his slicked back hair and matching prominent stubble with a clean-shaven pencil stash, to the hair that covers his chest and trails down his stomach. It’s quite obvious that he has a prevalent bush on his mon pubis. 

Mafioso is a man with an image to maintain. He keeps himself well groomed, taking his time to shave his face from getting too fuzzy, to trimming his pubic hair when needed. 

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

Despite having some of that “romantic” Italian genes, Mafioso’s not much of a romantic in bed.

There are times when he’ll whisper a few phrases or words in that foreign language of his when the two of you are intimate, rough or not, but it’s up to you to figure out if it’s anything romantic or degrading. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before and even after the events of being forsaken, Mafioso isn’t the type of man to get off frequently, and especially on his own. He’s very busy, and if he does end up pent up, then he’ll simply find someone to help with that.

This doesn’t change the fact that Mafioso has a keen interest in you—an infatuation even. He’s not exempt from lust, and when he finds you after some bloodshed; that timid and scared look in your eyes? It’s too much of a sight for him, and it’s these rare times when Mafioso will get himself off once he’s alone. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If there's one thing Mafioso loves the most, it's watching the expression on your face whenever he roughs you up. Watching the way his large hands wrap around your neck, grip barely tight enough to constrain your air flow while he ravages you. 

Other things Mafioso might find an interest in might involve something more intense—using that same sword of his to drag lightly across your body, lapping up any blood that ends up dripping. It's exhilarating; he doesn't believe he'll ever get enough of you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Due to the limited time together, the two of you typically find yourselves outside, usually during rounds. Mafioso gets worked up easily when it comes to you and has no problem pulling you aside in a (hopefully) secluded area. 

There are rare times when you are both able to have sex in a private setting. You wouldn’t ever know it, but it’s Mafioso’s favourite location, considering the fact that he’s able to soak in all your moans and cries for himself without any worry of prying eyes. 

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

Mafioso has seen thousands of different types of debtors as a made man. To the types who yell curses, angry and face filled with nothing but rage—to ones who cry and beg, sobbing uselessly about their family or loved ones. It’s all the same dance and routine, especially during the time when he’s somehow found himself in damnation.

However, there's one thing Mafioso loves seeing, and it’s that scared and helpless look in your eyes when you watch another survivor die in the grasp of his hands. It’s exhilarating, a feeling bordering on obsession when he watches the way you tremble and shake, unsure of his next move. It’s one of the major things that gets him absolutely going—pants with an obvious tent in them when he makes his way towards you.

Mafioso has a debt to collect, and it’s going to be you.

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

Mafioso is a man with standards—a mobster with an expensive taste for high-end clothing. Even if there are times when some blood or dirt gets on his clothes, he still strives to keep himself clean.

That being said, Mafioso would most likely not be the kind of guy to indulge in things that cause a big mess. Even if that means leaving you with drenched fluids on the dirty ground, don’t expect him to get completely dirty with you as well.

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

Mafioso has quite a preference for receiving. For the times where he’s unable to properly fuck you, he’ll opt for your mouth instead; gripping your hair in his hand as he shoves you down as deep as humanly possible. He’s enamored with the sight of your tears, watching closely as drool and snot accumulate on your chin while he face-fucks you. 

There are rare times when Mafioso will give oral, and when he does, it’s sensual and thorough. He’ll take his time, whether you like it or not, and the minute you finish, he’ll just continue his ministrations; enjoying the sound of your cries as he overstimulates you.

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

Mafioso has never been a gentle man. His craving and desire for you run deep—something he can’t even begin to explain. The minute the two of you are alone, he’s already roughly grabbing at every delicate and soft part of your body—husky and deep voice growling against your ear about how he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Better hope he’s in a good mood that day, lest you end up not being able to properly walk for a week. Again.

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

Quickies are a very common occurrence, one that even you aren’t able to predict when or where it’ll happen when it comes to Mafioso. 

He may not have a preference for it, especially considering the limited time, but the sound of his cock slamming inside you—his large gloved hand against your mouth to muffle your moans for more, makes it all the worthwhile. 

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

Considering the relationship between the two of you is already considered somewhat of a “risk”, Mafioso might not be too opposed to more risky or indulgent behavior. 

This is entirely dependent, but as always, he’ll always opt for something that’ll make you tremble like a leaf in the wind—a hand finding its way to your throat or his beloved sword finding its way too close to your inner thigh for comfort.

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

Mafioso is quite the built man—working his way to the top, debt collecting? It’s not an easy job, and this is the main reason for his abysmal amount of stamina. 

Even when he saves you for last—dried blood staining his coat, his breath is still somehow steady, especially when he forces you to the ground and begins undressing you feverishly. 

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

Despite some of his unconventional ways, Mafioso deems himself more of a man based on tradition. He strongly believes he should be the only one bringing you pleasure, not some stupid toy. 

The same can be said for himself. He’d much rather have your hands gripping around his length—something that will always make him groan, something that a plastic toy could never replace. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mafioso can be a bit of a tease—degrading you in a language you don’t understand, occasionally leaving dark hickies along your neck before the main event, while fingers thrust deep inside you, hitting that one special spot that just makes you cry… 

However, Mafioso only has so much patience. Especially when you’re already so needy and ready for him, you won’t ever have to worry about him taking too long, considering he’s not one for waiting around either. 

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

Mafioso can be a man of few words. He’s not a very vocal person aside from the occasional insult or taunt, and this is also seen when the both of you have sex.

His voice is low and deep, his accent clear as day whenever you squeeze around him just right. Mafioso’s voice is a bit rough due to his constant cigar smoking, so when he ends up groaning to practically growling in your ear, it always manages to send a sharp shiver down your spine. 

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

A lot of people see Mafioso with bunny features due to him originally being from Frozen Soul (Dream Game); however, as a way to make him his “own” character (and just out of personal preference), I see him more as some sort of demon/devil.

He has a thin black imp tail, paired with short black horns on the front of his head. This being the case, he’d probably use his tail to restrain you in a way—wrapping it around your hands to hold behind your back, to holding up your thigh with a tight grip—almost enough to cut off the circulation. Other times, he might use it to whip you, finding your reactions to your soft skin being hit while he fucks you quite humourous. 

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

Underneath the abysmal amount of layers Mafioso tends to wear, he is relatively more on the bigger side while still being fit; his stomach just barely peeking out over the lining of his boxers. He’s quite hairy—the prevalent trail of stomach hair to the bush at the base of his cock making that quite obvious. 

Speaking of; his cock is a bit on the shorter side, roughly around 5.8 inches with more girth—perfect for stretching you out and making you feel full as all hell.

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

When Mafioso sees you mid-round—scared out of your mind and barely hanging on, is when he finds himself needing you the most. You’re just too cute when you’re trembling and scared. 

It’s during those times when he has to abandon his role for the time being, quickly pulling your confused self off to the side and roughly kissing you with a wicked grin. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

For the time when the both of you are together, out of the round and away from the other survivors, the two of you would be in bed after an exhilarating time spent underneath the sheets—cum and sweat drenched all over your body. Mafioso, whose hair is just as equally skewed with sweat dripping down his face, rest calling for him when he decides to lie down next to you.

Mafioso doesn’t tend to nap in your presence, even after you’re long asleep, fingers occasionally twitching in response to whatever wild dream you’re now having. Mafioso isn’t one for mushy romance, but it’s times like these when he finds himself invested in watching you sleep, fingers tracing over your cheek with delicacy. 

“G’night, toots. Sleep well, heh..”

Mafioso then would lean in and kiss your cheek, a softer side of him showing for the first time, one you’ll never get to see. 

7n7 is next! ty for reading!! ^_^

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i looov your writing .. its so prettiful ..... just a question ; would you consider writing for non-human reader or stuff like that,, , like for an example a sentient ai reader where theyre a literal computer monitor 🤔 intense wireplay gonna be insane !!!!! !!!!! also would u ever take reqs

I've always been an objectum at heart (Hi P.AI.nter, Hi p03, Hi scp079, Hi V1 and V2) so I think I would consider writing for robot!characters but maybe not so much for reader...might change my mind on this though ^_^

As for requests, I am very honoured you would consider doing so, however, at the time I do not. Writing is a very side-side hobby of mine (which is why I'm literally never active) and I mainly write when I feel like it. If I do ever change my mind, of course I'll post about it ^_^ thank you for asking.

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I love your work!! Just thought id tell you how much i appreciate it dearly

Thank you so much ;; I've honestly struggled with insecurity around my writing so hearing things like this really means a lot to me. Thank you and love you dearly <3

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i have been very dead due to my personal project...and work...but dont worry...mama vee still thinks about chance....all the time....sniffle

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hello everyone 🖤🖤🖤 i hope you're all well. I just wanted to check in and let everyone know im not dead!!! (lol) just very busy with work and personal projects :-)

I noticed I have quite a few inbox asks, and I promise I'll respond when I can! I've been putting some off as I wanna respond with my best effort... but otherwise thank you to everyone for the love and support on my works! It def doesn't go unnoticed...<3 much love!

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❤︎ vee - 19 - any prns - entp 3w2

❤︎ primarily writing for forsaken (roblox)

❤︎ current wips... "Repaying A Gamblers' Debt" (Mafioso/Reader/Chance) & NSFW ABC's Mafioso

NSFW + DC — UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT

rules - dni/byf - ao3

dc i will and won't write

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Puppy chance and he's in a rut and wants nothing more than to knock you up full of his litter... his tail will wag as he holds you close, begging you oh-so pathetically to let him stuff you full and breed you <33

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thinking about baby trapping with chance....oughh.....

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dou write for fluff

Hii! Currently I do not offer that type of content for the time being :-( I'm so sorry to disappoint.

I might change my mind in the future though (I always change my mind on a lot of things..) but I can't guarantee it since I don't feel like I'd do any sort of non-smut content justice.

but if I change my mind in the future then I'll let you know! I think It would most likely involve me making a separate/slide blog as to not lump any explicit content with normal content

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somno with Chance or twotime PERCHANCE

Squee! I honestly thought about this ask all day at work (esp since it's my first one, so thank you!) So here’s my thoughts/drabble(?) about the both of them and what somno would look like hehe <3

Relationships: Chance/GN Reader, TwoTime/GN Reader

Warnings: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Cunnilingus, Creampie, AMAB Chance, AFAB TwoTime

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Thinking about it, Chance would definitely fuck you while you slept more often, than not. 

If it’s before the events of being sent to (basically) hell, you’d be in the comfort of your shared home, trying desperately to stay awake while you wait for Chance to come home from a large-scale event held at his casino. It’s not unusual for Chance to get home so late—even if he can be lazy and gamble a lot in his free time, he still does have some responsibilities he has to take care of. 

By the time they get home, it’s already 2:03 AM—adrenaline buzzing through them as they slip their shoes off at the door entrance, ready to see you and talk to you about the exciting night they had. 

When he makes it to your shared bedroom, however, you’re already fast asleep.

Chance would pout—but sigh understandably with affection, lazily stripping down to his boxers while he gets ready to slip in bed with you.

Though, when they pull the covers aside, they notice how your shirt is askew—stomach peeking out, chest just barely visible. Your shorts are riding up your thigh, the moonlight shining on you makes you look irresistible, and it only makes Chance feel hot and bothered despite already ridding of their clothes. The sudden arousal mixed with the adrenaline from earlier only accumulates straight to their rapidly hardening cock, boxers now seemingly too tight and constricting. 

He’ll try his best to be as quiet as he can while he settles behind you, gently spooning you as he slides your undergarments off and only pulling his boxers down enough to free his cock. He’ll use his free hand to prep you, kissing your neck in all the right spots that make your breath hitch while deep in slumber. This—in his mind—is another gamble to him, whether you’ll wake up when he starts pushing inside you, or when he starts sloppily thrusting; whining pathetically as you subconsciously squeeze around him with a soft sigh.

Even after the events of being sent to damnation; the stress of each round and the toll it takes on the two of you is astronomically high and of course, Chance being, well…Chance, will recommend a couple of ways to relieve that stress.

Chance is as always on some sort of high, chasing that fleeting feeling he gets with every successful coin flip to every failed one. So, it’s then you find yourself almost completely fucked out in a empty cabin away from the main lobby; fluids and sheets soaked in sweat. Naturally, when the two of you finish (or at least in your mind) you’re already passed out and getting the sleep you’ve been lacking, his idea of stress relief clearly working.

Yet, when Chance pulls out of you—the wet noise echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room, why is it that they find themself revving for more when they realize you’re passed out?

You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…drool seeping down your chin as your breath evens out. Chance feels conflicted when he becomes hard again for the third time that night, and clearly the only way to settle this internal debate is with a simple, trusty, coin flip.

When the coin lands on heads, their mind is then decided and without hesitation they slip their drenched, wet cock back into your entrance with a heavy groan. Your hole greedily sucks them back in, abdomen twitching due to how sensitive you are from previous rounds. Even while Chance grips your hips, the sound of skin against skin even louder than before—to him pumping you full once more; you don’t stir from your sleep.

For TwoTime, things play out a bit differently when it comes to them.

TwoTime is a very busy person when it comes to the Spawn and the cult surrounding it. Usually, it’s them initiating when they want to have sex or even when they’re ready for it. TwoTime is still plagued with a lot of things from their past, and the cult being such a prevalent thing in their life—to suddenly finding the two of you in that cryptic dark logged-cabin—it’s hard to say how often you two get intimate at that.

Over time, you begin to notice how stressed TwoTime really is. Even if they are able to hide that fact with the same smile they always give you, you know your partner and you know the signs that are typically hidden from everyone else. 

So, you bring an idea to the table for TwoTime, one that doesn’t involve them over-thinking or doing anything for once.

Of course, It’s late at night when your plan goes into motion. TwoTime is fast asleep in your shared cabin, the area is quiet—no other survivors in sight. When you turn over to face TwoTime, their bottoms are already off, wetness smudged between their thighs as if this was the only thing they thought about as they drifted off into slumber. 

When you gently part their thighs, the only thing that greets your nose is that delicious natural musk of theirs; slick now even more visible despite the darkness of the room. Lowering your face, you take your time as to not wake them. Sucking light hickies onto their inner thigh, kissing around their folds—to giving their throbbing clit a wet lick, fingers now lightly brushing against their dripping entrance. 

TwoTime can only really squirm—letting out a sleepy sigh as you eat them out with much vigor. If you looked up at just the right angle, you could see—for possibly the first time—their eyebrows’ furrowed and mouth wide as their body gives you the subconscious reaction of you replacing your fingers with your tongue.

Despite TwoTime being such a controlled person, their body betrays that image you have of them in your mind as their hips wildly twitch, body seemingly on autopilot. To either pull away or grind against your ministrations, you’re not sure, but when their legs shake—juices spilling onto your tongue with a loud moan, is when you realize the answer.

I think I got a bit carried away with Chance's part! Oops...(I love Chance..) but I hope this was enjoyable to read!

I might cross post this to Ao3 if I get more thirst asks in the future ^_^

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wish there were more chance/reader ... i have a bunch planned out but its so nice seeing other people make them if and when they do wahh..

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most likely am gonna finish mafiosos part first for the abc nsfw challenge...i really want that fat italian-american man.. yummm....

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Risk

Relationship: Chance/Reader

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Stalking, Chance is a creep, semi-public sex, squirting, creampie, AMAB Chance, AFAB reader

Summary: Chance just can't get enough of you. Ultimately, he takes a gamble; which leads them to knock on your cabin door.

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The cabin is quiet.

Almost quiet; if you can ignore the sound of heavy breathing and clothes rustling against the sheets, that is.

"Haa...You're so cute..." Chance softly huffs into your ear, busying himself by grinding his clothed erection against your ass. "We should've done this sooner..."

Their hands begin to pull and grab at whatever they can reach. One hand gently squeezing your soft chest, then the other fidgeting with the band of your underwear. Chance is seemingly desperate behind you, the gambler's natural musk and faint smell of gunpowder now stronger than before.

Panting into your pillow, just as riled up despite the circumstances; you try to think as to how this came to be—how this all happened so fast.

Thinking back, it really was no surprise when Chance had knocked on your respective door. You should've really paid more attention to the warning signs and long glances, masked by his clockwork shades.

Though, who could blame you? Suddenly thrown into this world and constantly fighting for survival; anything as small as lingering touches could be overlooked when your life is always on the line.

Time and time again, Chance would find his way to you. Standing close behind while you're crouched over—struggling to connect the sparking wires together, or times when he'd be a little too close to comfort; his voice low and words smooth off his tongue.

Chance, on the other hand, never knew when to quit. The adrenaline rush they got from practically stalking you was too good to pass up. Letting their trusty coin decide, they once again found their way to you; knowing full well you are alone, and vulnerable.

Which leads up to now.

You don't fight it. Realistically, you know if you're both too loud, the others will find out. The walls of the cabin are terribly thin; this you know for certain. It doesn't seem to deter Chance, however, from pushing his hand down your underwear and teasing your folds.

"Baby," He whispers in your ear. "You're really into this, aren't you?"

The faint feeling of their breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine. You arch your back with a soft moan, either to buck into their hand or to grind harder against them—you have no idea. Though, when they push a finger—then two in, you come to a conclusion.

"Fuck- Chance...I-" You sigh, ever so softly. He responds to you with gentle shushing, bringing his unoccupied hand that was wrapped around your waist, to your jaw. Chance turns your head to face his, and it's then you notice he still hasn't taken off his ridiculous fedora or glasses.

Giving you a cocky smirk, he then kisses you. The feeling of his stubble tickling your chin makes your breath hitch—and he hums giddily.

It's too much, you think to yourself. The feeling of his tongue somehow finding its way into your mouth; his fingers pumping into your needy cunt—all rushes to that rising pit feeling in your stomach. You shake and huff into his mouth, your hands gripping the sheets uselessly as you feel his tongue rubbing against yours. It's a depraved and wet kiss, one where you can only really whine into with embarrassment. The gambler pays no mind, however, and instead ramps up his ministrations.

By the time Chance finally pulls away from your mouth, a thin string of saliva follows in place before quickly breaking.

It's filthy, and it feels wrong doing this when the others are still awake. Some part of you knows Chance is aware of this, and you know he just simply doesn't care.

Their digits pump faster, and you close your eyes at the feeling of being stretched. Their fingers are doing wonders thrusting deep inside—palm occasionally brushing against your clit. You're already embarrassingly drenched from the foreplay, already so close and Chance only responds to this by abruptly removing his hand, causing you to gasp. Your legs shake at the sudden loss, high now slowly etching away.

Before you can even voice a complaint, the sound of a zipper opening halts your train of thought. Chance's breath is heavy against your cheek as they impatiently pull down your underwear, and you cringe at the feeling of the damp cloth dragging against your inner legs.

"God—I can't get enough of you, babe." He murmurs, slightly lifting your leg to slide his cock against your wet cunt. "You don't know how long I've been waiting—been watchin'..."

Your mind is caught in a haze when you feel his tip occasionally getting caught against your clit, the wet noise deafening in the otherwise quiet room. His glasses lightly bump against your forehead—his face is uncomfortably close. The coldness of his clockwork shades on your otherwise, hot skin, reel you back to reality; despite his constant teasing. Weakly, you try moving away despite his strong grip on your thigh.

"Wait—wait- we can't.." you quietly protest, knowing full well you shouldn't go any further. You can't—it's wrong, and that feeling only amplifies when you then focus on the loud chatter coming from the main room.

"Mmm...you say that and yet—" He then pushes his cock in slowly, groaning straight into your ear as he fills you up to the hilt. "You're so wet... taking me so well...like you were made for this—for me—"

Chance then grinds their hips, cock deliciously bumping against all the right spots. Before you even have the opportunity to gasp aloud- they slap their unoccupied hand over your mouth; tongue clicking at you with much pity.

"As much as I'd love to hear ya, I wouldn't want anyone disturbing us. 'Specially not while you're clenching around me so tightly.."

He's right, you think momentarily. Even more right when Chance starts to slowly pull out despite the resistance from your tight cunt, to only then thrust back in sharply. His pace is slow and calculated, occasionally hitting that one spot that causes your legs to shake.

Your moans and pleads are muffled by the palm of their hand, fists now bawling at the sheets to ground yourself. Desperately—and without much thought at that, you try to grind back against them; wanting Chance to go harder, wanting more. More, more, more.

"You want my cock that bad, huh?" Chance chuckles against your neck, teeth threatening to break skin. Though, despite his teasing words, he moves quicker without a second word; aching just as much to be inside you. Arching your back against his chest, tears begin to fall down your cheeks as the feeling of his cock now rams deep inside you. If this were any other circumstance, you'd feel quite embarrassed at the loud sound of wet skin on skin—but instead you shamelessly beg for more regardless if your voice is muffled or not.

Chance on the other hand is absolutely enthralled with your cute reactions, wondering to themself why they didn't do this sooner; considering how needy your pussy is for them.

Their voice is low and dark, occasionally saying sweet nothings against your neck as they feel their cock kiss the edge of your cervix just right with every thrust.

You're terribly close once more, pussy clenching and muscles constricting. Chance takes notice of this, and brings a hand to your throbbing clit; rubbing in delightfully tight circles while fucking you with much ardor. It's too perfect—too amazing and your body shakes with anticipation.

"You gonna cum, baby?" The gambler whispers low into your ear, causing you to jolt and sob into their palm. You nod feverishly to the best of your ability, eyes squeezed shut.

"Go on then," Chance hums. "Let it all out."

The second he says that, your mind blanks. Your whole body trembles as you hit your peak; squirting all over his cock as he continues his rough pace. It's unforgiving, it's hot, wet, messy—all the right things to add to the already hazy feeling accumulating in your mind.

Chance removes their palm from your mouth, opting to wrap their arm around your torso instead as they sloppily kiss your neck. They take this opportunity to reach their own orgasm with much vigor and enthusiasm—that much you can tell considering when their cock twitches once, twice—then finally hilting deep inside you as they come with a low groan.

The afterglow seems like it lasts forever. Your once stressed and worried mind now—for almost the first time in forever, relaxed and at ease. You dont think twice before closing your eyes, quickly drifting off into a long overdue slumber.

Chance can only watch you behind his dark shades, arms now both wrapped around your waist in almost a possessive manner—wanting nothing more than to be as close as humanly possible. He's tired, exhausted—body begging to give into sleep. However, he fights that overwhelming feeling, and instead opts to watch your chest rise and fall slowly.

Their grip tightens as they rest their forehead against your shoulder, and only one word manages to worm its way into their head.

Mine.

Cross-Posted from my Ao3!

[vndrrr]

NSFW Alphabet Challenge

Relationship: TwoTime/Reader

Warnings: Knife Play, Blood Play/Blood Kink, Pain Play, Religious Cults, Obsessive Behavior, AFAB TwoTime, Reader is GN

TwoTime is AFAB and the terminology/anatomy is used for them in this.

Azure is also their ex/previous partner

18+ Only Below The Cut!

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

The minute the two of you finish, TwoTime is up and cleaning any mess left behind. Their demeanor is the same as usual: smile unwavering and eyes wide as they fix the sheets and change their clothes.

If you're not too caught up in the afterglow, you can usually hear TwoTime praising the Spawn—thanking him for the "blessed" opportunity and occasionally thanking you as well. 

If you ask them to lay with you, they might indulge. However, usually they're sitting by your side—hands lightly trailing over hair and face; watching closely as you drift off into a deep sleep.

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

TwoTime constantly uses their mouth for a number of things. Whether this includes praising and thanking the Spawn on a day to day basis, to whispering sweet nothings to you—intimate or not.

Another favorite body part of theirs, is their hands. The same hands used to sacrifice for their holy savior, the same hands that wield that precious blade of theirs—to the same hands that caress and grope you, usually leaving red claw marks behind in their wake as a way to mark you as theirs. Though, if you were to ask TwoTime directly what their favorite body part might be, they'd simply state: 'my entirety' since the Spawn had blessed them with such.

The same can be said for you.

TwoTime is enthralled with your body. They go by the full belief that you'd make such a perfect and worthy sacrifice for the Spawn. During sex, they'd take their time kissing and praising everything about you—convinced that maybe if the Spawn overhears, they'll accept such a noble offer.

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

Perfectionism is a trait that can most certainly be applied to TwoTime. They have a strong preference for not making a mess—regardless of location, as it's just an unnecessary hassle to deal with.

At best, they might even get disgusted if too much fluids are left behind when the both of you finish—even if they're good at hiding it behind that smile of theirs.

Despite this, there are the rare times where TwoTime will make this exception. Making a mess all over your face as you eat them out sloppily—cum and saliva dripping down your chin, can definitely help TwoTime overlook the mess of it all. A hidden possessive spark usually finds itself being lit deep within them, whenever this is the case.

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

Deep, deep down, TwoTime knows the things they fantasize about (in a moral sense) is wrong. Despite the countless people they have sacrificed for the Spawn—including their very own former lover, they know it'll never be enough for them to feel satisfied.

TwoTime constantly fantasizes about making you a next sacrifice for the Spawn, and a worthy one at that. If not, then often times they also find themself humoring the idea of you sacrificing someone for the Spawn instead.

Of course, they can't ever bring this up to you, but the sheer thought of you partaking in such a ritual—to even plunging their knife deep inside you will always send a shiver down their spine. Whether this feeling could be considered good, or bad, is up for TwoTime’s internal dilemma, however.

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

Considering TwoTime has only had one romantic partner in the past, it's safe to say they wouldn't be as experienced when it comes to intimacy.

Nonetheless, you often notice that TwoTime can be quite the perfectionist when it comes to sex—despite their lack of experience. If you voice something that feels wrong or different, they're quick to fix it without another word.

Another reason for this can also be from the fact that intimacy can be seen as a special type of ritual to TwoTime. Which, by extension, means for the Spawn himself. They constantly feel as though they're being watched by the Spawn, so their mannerism of wanting to be perfect stems from this fact.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

TwoTime is quite the fan of keeping eye contact while the both of you are intimate. They typically prefer positions where they're able to watch you and your reactions very closely, as they enjoy seeing the different expressions on your face as they bring you pleasure.

It can be quite unnerving at first (considering a smile is always stuck to their face), though, their quick and precise ministrations always manages to distract you from such and their extremely attentive eyes.

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

Regardless of TwoTime's inexperience or eagerness, they treat sex as a ritual—considering it a "blessing" to be able to be intimate with their partner, despite the things they have done in the past.

They don't tend to make jokes—or say much for that matter in the moment, as they mainly wish to bring the two of you pleasure (and selfishly, themself for the most part).

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

When it comes to shaving and grooming, TwoTime has no particular interest in doing so. They typically have a lot of other important things to worry about and considering they're not really showing off their body to anyone else other than you, then what's the harm in leaving it alone?

The first time the two of you undress in front of each other, your eyes immediately notice TwoTime's prominent happy trail, leading to their dark blue bush-like pubic hair. When you're able to get a closer look, you also notice how their pubic hair is slightly curly and very much not trimmed.

They're not too opposed if you offer to shave or trim it for them, and it might even become some sort of routine for the two of you if done often enough.

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

Betrayal and secrecy is something that will follow TwoTime until the end of their days. After their first successful sacrifice of Azure for the Spawn, they find themself to be lonely—an outcast once more. They carried on with their days, sacrificing more for the Spawn under the cult’s guidance and convinced that they could never truly love again.

When you enter TwoTime's life however, you become a newfound beacon of love—someone just as worthy to admire as the Spawn himself.

This profound love is transferred over during the times when the two of you have sex, and goes as far as bordering on obsession rather than devotion. They can be quite selfish at times, singing praises to the Spawn rather than for you. However, they give you the same amount of energy and attention—feeling awfully blessed to be able to partake in such a ritual once more.

J = Jack off (masturbation head-canon)

TwoTime constantly feels as though they are being watched by the Spawn after gaining his blessing. Even before the events of being forsaken—to afterwards, this paranoia remains all the same. That being said, TwoTime would most likely not have much interest in getting off on their own, and would much rather prefer the special times spent in your company.

During the rare times where they do decide to get off, is the times where they've successfully respawned during rounds—the absolute thrill knowing they have the Spawn's blessing gets them going, and it's times like these where they find themself alone in their cabin with three fingers deep in their soaking cunt.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife play, no questions asked! They'd love to see the arousal mixed fear look on your face as they drag their trusty sacrificial knife over your legs, arms, stomach—to marking you, "for the Spawn". Though in reality, it's really for themself, as they absolutely love seeing the blood weeping from your wounds—initials carved with much precision and grace. This is the rare occasion when TwoTime will allow and even encourage a mess, smearing your blood over their fingers to get a taste.

Other kinks that TwoTime might be interested in could consist of either involving some sort of restraint or something that might even be painful. TwoTime can be quite selfish and pushy when it comes to trying new things—a smile on their face as they try to convince you with an even tone why they should blindfold you.

Definitely not for the Spawn, of course.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Considering sex and intimacy is something TwoTime holds a considerable value between the both of you and your relationship, they would typically have a preference for being somewhere private and rarely would initiate anything outside the comfort of a bed.

Another reason might also be that TwoTime might get a little carried away—whispering and praising the Spawn deliriously while kissing your neck sloppily.

This is, to an extent—a ritual. The last thing they would want is for unlawful visitors interrupting this special moment.

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

Things that can get TwoTime going come in many forms. If the two of you met pre-forsaken, hearing your devotion and appreciation for them as well as the Spawn usually gets them going. Indulging in their beliefs? Loving them regardless of their actions and background? It's something TwoTime comes to hold dearly in their heart—especially as your relationship progresses.

That being said, eventually just about anything can get them going when it comes to you. They're quite attached and obsessed with you, and the idea of being so intimate absolutely drives them wild.

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

When it comes to certain kinks and fetishes that TwoTime might be interested in or enjoy, they can be quite persistent about indulging. However, when it comes to things they absolutely will not do, it typically would involve things that are downright disgusting or even disgraceful towards the Spawn.

TwoTime can be quite a hard person to read, nonetheless. Unless they outright tell you beforehand, then it's most likely you won't know or wouldn't find out about the things they don't like.

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

TwoTime selfishly (in a way) would prefer to give, rather than receive. Intimacy and sex with you is a ritual to them, and they want to worship you and worship the Spawn by extension, as they consider you a blessing sent from him.

In TwoTime’s mind, it all makes sense—it’s a sign that he continues to watch over them considering this is a second chance at something they’ve lost oh so long ago. So, they’ll triple their efforts whether that’s slobbering over your wet entrance or deepthroating you with much enthusiasm. Their skill is limited, but their eagerness makes up for lack thereof.

If they let you or you choose to go down on them however, they typically will grip your hair as they grind their sloppy pussy over your mouth—mumbling thank you’s and prayers as they chase their release.

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

Eagerness can be a word to describe TwoTime at best when it comes to sex. They typically want to explore every part of you that shakes and twitches, enjoying the most out of your reactions as their hands, mouth—to their drenched cunt brings you pleasure.

They have a hard time following a slower pace, and tend to be fast and sensual as a result. Don't worry! They're very indulgent, and absolutely will make sure the two of you are satisfied in the end.

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

Intimacy with their sole partner, and one where they were given a chance at love once more, means that they take sex and pleasure with you very seriously. Quickies to them feel as some sort of insult to this sacred ritual between the two of you—a ritual that should be thorough and sensual.

Before the events of being sent to damnation, they always make sure to indulge in you in their private quarters. Or at least how private you can really get, being in a cult and all.

After said events, TwoTime will always pull you aside and away from everyone when you all are finally given a break at such twisted games. They’ll find a resting quarter outside of the main building away from prying ears and eyes, making sure the both of you are able to fully enjoy your time together before being sent back to those gloomy places with the killers once more.

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

TwoTime has taken plenty of risks in the name of the Spawn. Whether this includes sacrificing someone for the Spawn, to certain rituals that might be risky for themself or for others; they, nonetheless, have done so with pride and with much vigor.

When it comes to you, the same logic is applied and they can be quite assertive when it comes to certain “risks” that they want to indulge or try with you. Alluding back to their very heavy interest in knife play, you’ll often find yourself with marks and scars from previous nights with them—much to their joy.

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

TwoTime would have quite the stamina from their sacrifices and time at the cult. This is even showcased when it comes to rounds in that mysterious and limbo-esque place—running away to distract the killer and back stabbing them with much ease.

During nights spent in their bed, their stamina is on the higher end—feverishly kissing and leaving marks behind in their wake as they eagerly begin to undress the both of you. When all’s said and done, they might be revving for more—more of you and the sacred tradition between the two of you. It’s time’s like these where you have to try your best to slow TwoTime down, least you’re all fucked out before another round happens.

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

Toys aren’t really something TwoTime uses often, or even has for that matter. Being a part of a cult, their access to a lot of…”items” are limited and even looked down upon for being inherently “unholy” or a distraction from the worshipping of the Spawn. Since this is the case, they have to get creative which is when their trusty ritual knife comes into play.

Aside from this—even after the events of being sent to damnation, they still hold the strong belief that it’s their sole duty to bring pleasure to their partner during such a sacred tradition between the both of you, and not some silly “toy”.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They can be quite blunt to a fault when it comes to voicing their desires and needs, especially when it comes to you. Words and phrases roll off their tongue with much class, sentences structured in a way where you might think it’s deliberate on occasion.

There’s been instances when TwoTime just outright says what they think—teasing words shooting straight to your core. They try not to tease often, as they believe being too unfair would not look great in front of the Spawn; however, they believe it’s acceptable once and a while and regardless always gets straight to the point to not waste anymore time.

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

TwoTime is by no means a silent person, despite the demeanor they might radiate. They might come off with quite the mouth, and not in a “rude” way but rather a “this person is obviously in religious psychosis” way; considering the majority of things that come out their mouth are about the “holy and wondrous” Spawn.

It’s also because of this, that TwoTime has their preference for having sex with you in a private setting. They truly can’t help it! You’re so cute when they bite your neck and you have such a perfect body for the Spawn. Of course, they must praise you and thank the Spawn for the wonderful opportunity, even if they are quite loud and vocal as a result.

W = Wild card (a random head-canon for the character)

Alongside knife play being one of TwoTime’s highly regarded kinks, Pain play is also something that TwoTime finds themself to be quite interested in. Due to this, you might find them with a couple of piercings all throughout their body.

One of the most prominent piercings they have are their nipple piercings, and boy do they love it when you play with them. Pinching and roughly pulling at their perked, hard nipples will send TwoTime over the moon. The sensitivity from even having them pierced in the first place makes it all the more enjoyable for them, and often they will guide your hands to their chest asking for you to play with their small breasts and pierced buds.

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

Despite the surprising strength that TwoTime has shown time and time again, they are quite thin underneath their baggy clothes—rib cage even visible during the times in which they stretch. Their breasts are around an A cup, areolas being more on the larger side.

As for their lower-section, they have a snail trail leading to their bush-like pubic area. As mentioned before, it can look quite messy as they don't really take care of it much.

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

TwoTime’s yearning will always be higher than their stamina. During the period taken place when TwoTime was still with the Cult, they often found themself worked up whenever it came to you, and you indulging in their beliefs. Praising the Spawn just for them? Reminding them how much you love them? It drives TwoTime almost feral regardless of that simple smile always plastered on their face.

Even when the both of you are fighting for your lives left and right after being forsaken—when you find solace and comfort in TwoTime, they genuinely don’t know what to do. Even simple “I love you”’s can have TwoTime creeping their hand up your clothes as they sing nothing but praises straight in your ear.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When the both of you finish and the mess is all gone, TwoTime usually doesn't find themself fast asleep compared to you. Even with your persistence and plea to rest, they only opt to sit or lay right next to you—eyes wide and trained on you. If you’re able to pay attention before your conscious slips off into a deep sleep, you’ll notice their smile is softer—more so as they watch your deep breaths become even.

They typically don’t get much sleep, especially prior to the events that transpired before being forsaken, and after. Even if they try to mask it to the best of their abilities—wanting to be perfect for the Spawn, they’re still haunted by guilt and regret; and at times in disbelief that they’ve been given another chance at something so…hopeful.

If TwoTime does find the ability to rest for once, they’ll lay extremely close beside you, the tip of their nose barely brushing against yours as your breaths mingle. They’ll say a hushed prayer; hands tracing your soft face with closed eyes.

”Oh, Spawn…may you protect this newfound love and hope. Blessed be their life, and I shall continue my faithful duties. I humbly give my thanks, for your steadfast love endures forever.”

They won’t make the same mistake again.

Cross-Posted from my Ao3!

[vndrrr]

NSFW Alphabet Challenge

Relationship: Chance/Reader

Warnings: Gunplay, AMAB Chance, Reader is GN

Want to preference that I used AMAB terminology/anatomy for Chance.

They are also periodically referred to as He/They. I tried spacing the usage out in a readable/nice looking way (if that makes sense)

Also want to add that I used Chance's outdated backstory that is currently being rewritten. Whenever the rewritten one is revealed ill rewrite this

18+ Only Below The Cut!

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

Chance is a lazy person at nature. If he's not gambling away in his free time, then he's definitely off to do something elsewhere that (of course) doesn't involve properly taking care of his inherited Casino.

Whenever the two of you do finish, he's usually kissing you lazily and caressing you softly wherever he can reach. He'd keep you wrapped in his arms, trying to convince you to lay in bed for another five minutes.

At some point you'd have to lightly slap him on his back or arm to get off of you, less you end up passed out with dried fluids all over. (Again).

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

For himself, he'd have to go with his hands. The same hands that play with the coin he's always seen with, the same hands that grip at his shoddy flintlock.

Being born ambidextrous, he has a knack for using both his hands skillfully. Whether that means bringing you to your peak with incredible skill, or touching you in all the right places—enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You, on the other hand, are a different story. His favorite body parts tend to change throughout your relationship. Sometimes it can be your chest, sometimes your stomach, sometimes your legs. Chance is a smooth talker, so even if you think he'd have a genuine preference; you wouldn't be able to figure it out.

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

Chance can be a smug bastard at times. So long as it's not too much of a hassle to clean up afterwards, he'd absolutely enjoy seeing your face messy from his cum, or anywhere on your body, really.

Just try to avoid getting it on his limited items or expensive items, if you can help it.

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

Chance seems like the type to enjoy keeping lewd pictures of you on their phone. They won't even bother with trying to hide the specific album dedicated to the photos you've sent over time, or the photos and videos they've taken of you to save for the times when you two are apart.

It's as much of a risk, as it is a secret.

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

During his early years, he has surrounded himself with people who are bad influences, and put himself in dangerous situations to feel the rush of adrenaline. That being said, he's probably had his fair share of partners before—and the difference experiences that came with it.

The first time the two of you have sex, he's patient and understanding. Taking his time to learn all the things that make you click, while praises and compliments roll off his tongue with ease.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Chance enjoys any position that is relatively easy to keep up with and do. Whether it'd be you on top of him, him on top of you, or the both of you on equal playing fields; he enjoys it all the same.

Most notably, however, are the positions where he keeps his grip tight on you. This could include spooning, the classic missionary, or even when you ride him—you always feel his hands one way or another, as they never leave your body. He enjoys and wants you close, almost as if he's afraid to let you go.

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

Chance can be a unserious person at times, or at best not take things too seriously. That being said, they'd definitely crack a joke or a light hearted comment whenever the two of you get intimate.

They're a big tease, especially if you're the type of person to react without much hesitation or restriction. The best way to counter this, is to shut them up with a swift kiss.

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

Considering his parents are well off and has (most likely) grown up in a more high end society, it comes as second nature for him to be well kept and groomed. At first you'd assume differently considering his lazy nature and only solely gambling daily, but the first time the two of you undress in front of each other is when you realize how well kept he actually is.

Chance doesn't bother to shave much of his stubble or chest, considering he's not that hairy. When it comes to his pubic hair, though, you can tell he at least puts some effort into trimming and maintaining it.

He may be at times lazy, but he's not a complete slob.

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

Despite the smug teasing and smooth talking that might take place when it comes to sex, Chance is very much romantic in all other aspects. He's been surrounded by poor influences his whole life, and never once has he even felt like he's had a true friend. When he first meets you, however, this changes him for the better.

The first time the two of you become intimate, you can sense some sort of wall between the both of you. It's only after a while do those walls begin to melt, and he's truly able to feel vulnerable and safe with his feelings and fears. He professes his love over and over again—thinking that if he tells you enough times, you won't ever have the courage to hurt or leave him.

Reassurance and patience is key when it comes to Chance, and the two of you as a whole. Tell him how much you value him and care for him, and in return he'll give you the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation head-canon)

It should come to no one's surprise that Chance is the type of person to get off regularly. Whether it'd be from winning the Jackpot, a game of Poker or even seeing you indulge and win a game or two; to more dangerous games like Russian Roulette—the adrenaline gets to him all the same.

The same thing can be said when the two of you find yourself in damnation, forced to partake in round after round with killers and monstrosities afoot. The times when Chance is able to defend and protect you with his shoddy flintlock overpacked with gunpowder, to the times where his coin-flip fails and he's overridden with weakness are the times where he finds himself getting off in the comfort of his own cabin; epinephrine completely through the roof.

At the end of the day, he's sloppy when he gets himself off. His movements are typically rushed and fast as he clings onto those waves of adrenaline, to then cumming messily in his hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chance would most likely be into anything that might, can and will be risky. Public sex, bondage, breath play, hell—even gun-play can get this gambler off.

Most prominently in their weird list of kinks, or things to try, would be using their trusty coin to determine anything that goes on between you. Who tops? Who bottoms? Do you get to cum? Do they leave you high and dry?

It's all up to lady luck, and you better hope she's on your side.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the comfort of his home primarily so he can feel like he can be himself—but doesnt mind doing it in his Casino, away from peering eyes.

Might fuck you somewhere "private" (or as privately as it can get) during rounds if he's worked up enough from the adrenaline and excitement from the danger. Most of the time, though, you two find yourself in his respective cabin.

Hopefully the logged-built walls muffle the sound of the two of you going at it.

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

As previously stated, anything that gives Chance that beloved adrenaline boost is what gets him going the most. Any risk, any gamble, whether his savings or his life is on the line—it all does the same for him.

When it comes to you, seeing you partake in his beloved addiction, or even indulging in a simple coin flip between the two of you absolutely makes him rock hard. The idea of being able to share some sort of adrenaline high with the person he loves the most, is one in which he will give into without hesitation.

Subtle things can also get him going, such as showing your devotion and care for him. As pathetic as it may seem, it gets him hot under the collar if you tell him how much he means to you.

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

As much as Chance might be into a plethora of things that are deemed risky, the last thing they'd want to do is make their partner uncomfortable. Chance being a smooth talker, might try to convince you or ease your mind about some things; but if it's a no, then no, it is. Chance wouldn't want to risk hurting or losing you at the cost of being the adrenaline-chasing gambler they are.

That being said, the same can almost be said for themself. Despite not usually adhering to a limit, if there's something they don't want to do, then they do not.

It's hard to say what they wouldn't necessarily be into, but it would most likely be anything that is a pain in the ass to clean up after or to recover from.

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

He truly has no preference, and might even flip a coin to see whether he'd be giving or receiving. It might annoy you to watch him do so, but the minute it's decided and his hands are all over you—it's completely forgotten about.

Chance has decent skill considering the people he's been with/lazied around with. Whether he'd be going down on you, or you going down on him; he will enjoy and love it all the same.

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

This is entirely up to whether Chance is on his typical adrenaline high or not.

For the days he's home with you—lazing around, he tends to take it easy and sensual. For the days he's on a winning streak, or feeling particularly lucky; he's all over you. Either thrusting deep and rough or begging for the same treatment back, it all has him holding you with that similar tight grip where he just can't ever get enough of you.

It's all a gamble, really.

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

Quickies are a somewhat common occurrence when you're with Chance. In most cases, you find yourself pulled aside to a quiet unoccupied section of the Casino when Chance is feeling particularly lucky that day. Adrenaline buzzing through them excitedly as they leave marks on your neck, huffing into your ear about having to be quick; typically saying something like—"I'm still in the middle of a game" as if it's your fault.

When the two of you are thrown into that seemingly, otherworldly place, quickies become rather a scarce commodity. It doesn't stop them however, from finding a hidden spot behind a wall—the killer seemingly distracted by the others after Chance had shot at it, and hurriedly undoing your pants.

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

Risk, should be Chance's middle name at this point. Taking risks, gambling, putting his life on the line—is all what practically makes Chance himself.

This risk is something you've come to learn and expect from the time you've known him, especially during the times he's been three fingers deep inside you—hand over your mouth to muffle your moaning; lest the killer finds the two of you.

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

Considering their height is (apparently) dependent on how lucky they are that day, this same logic for their coin-flips can most likely be applied for their stamina.

Somedays they're full of energy, adrenaline buzzing through their veins per-usual at another lucky win, coin not once landing on tails- ready to go for more the minute you two finish.

Other days, they're more tired. Despite it being in their nature to indulge in such a gratifying feeling with their partner—their weakness is abysmally stacked up, and the minute the two of you reach your peak; they'd have to start fighting the urge to instantly pass out right then, and there.

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

Since Chance enjoys experimenting and risk taking, it's a pretty simple conclusion that he'd own a couple of toys and fun items for himself and for his partner.

He typically will make a bet or two when it comes to using said toys, challenging you and egging you on. This could include him using a vibrator on himself, or you; seeing who can or can't cum first.

"What'cha think? Wanna make a wager, babe?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Throughout your relationship you quickly learn how much of a tease Chance really is. Often times he's whispering dirty thoughts and ideas to get your mind wandering—to touching you in ways that cause your whole body to shake with anticipation.

You might even consider yourself the bad luck to his good luck at times. These thoughts only seem to amplify during the times when he suggestively touches you when you're crouched down working on a generator. Much to his "help", no less.

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

They'll try their best to keep face and be as smug as possible, but to no avail. If you're in control and on top of them, it's easy to get them to fall apart. They have a habit of biting their lip with a smile, while trying to hold back pathetic pleads. If you're the one beneath them however, they have a tendency to lightly groan and moan directly into your ear—riling you up relentlessly.

If the two of you were to have sex where people might hear, their voice will become low and heavy. Soon enough, it might become some sort of unsaid challenge between the both of you; whether they can get louder or not.

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

Remember when I said he'd be into gun-play? Chance would absolutely go crazy seeing you suck his old shoddy flintlock. His eyes would stay locked onto your mouth, watching as saliva drips all over the same weapon used to stun the killer (or when it exploded all over him, in most cases).

He might take turns with you, sucking and licking the barrel of the gun—before quickly putting it off to the side to kiss your lips instead.

No gunpowder is loaded in the flintlock if/when the two of you do that, but you don't need to know.

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

Going back to earlier, the length of his cock is also dependent on how lucky he is that day. (Sorry, Chance!) He could either be roughly between 4.5 inches, to a whopping 7 inches.

Despite all this though, he still retains a longer cock than one with girth at that. It hits all the right spots and places if you two decide to fuck, and if not—then he's more than open to the idea of you fucking him instead.

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

Their yearning is the same situation for their motivation, and what gets them going to begin with.

Constantly chasing an adrenaline high really does something to your body after a period of time, and that in of itself almost walks the line on what even could be considered  his sex drive alone at this point.

Nonetheless, if it weren't for his chronic gambling addiction, he'd probably have a normal sex drive; if not on the lower side.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time, the minute the two of you finish; Chance is out like a light. If you're not in bed when the two of you finish then you have to pay attention to the way they talk to you afterwards, lest they end up passed out over the counter—butt-naked, like last time.

If they do manage to pass out, by the time they wake back up (and only due to your continuous shaking and complaining), they only shrug their shoulders in response with that same laidback smile; not caring much about the dried fluids all over them or you for that matter.

"Sorry, babe. Got a lil' carried away...ha..."

They'll immediately shut up the minute they see the stern look on your face.

Cross-posted from my Ao3!

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