𝜗℘

practices subtle gestures (touching someone’s shoulder, making intense eye contact) to make people subconsciously trust him.

enjoys watching true crime documentaries and infodumps about jonestown or heaven’s gate.

remembers oddly specific details about people but weaponises them later in arguments.

thrives on debates, especially when he can dominate someone intellectually. he’ll derail conversations just to win, even if it’s about the dumbest shit like the best way to eat a subway sandwich.

has entire passages of nietzsche and shakespeare memorized, knows random latin phrases and sprinkles them into conversations to seem cultured.

hates losing at anything—he’ll rage quit a game of monopoly if it’s not going his way.

when fixated on something—a person, an idea, or a goal—he becomes consumed by it. spends hours researching or strategising, often at the expense of his health.

has casually invested in bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. checks his coinbase and binance accounts obsessively. has strong opinions about dogecoin being a joke.

occasionally reads self-help books.

his library consists mostly of power-centric books. his favourites include the prince by machiavelli, the 48 laws of power by robert greene, the art of war by sun tzu, and nietzsche’s thus spoke zarathustra. also delves into russian literature like dostoevsky’s notes from underground and tolstoy’s war and peace.

collects super offensive internet memes in a private folder. posts pepe memes on 4chan ironically but secretly thinks they’re funny.

leaves people on read for hours, just because.

desensitised himself to gore.

loves gta, rdr2 and civilization VI. played cod religiously in his incel days.

follows elon musk on x (formerly known as twitter) and admires him as a disruptor of society. or maybe it’s a tech bro thing idk. retweets his memes but also calls him a sellout for pandering to the masses.

loathes andrew tate for his shallow and illogical takes but agrees with 10% of his misogynistic rhetoric.

posts inflammatory tweets that toe the line between radicalism and satire, carefully wording them to avoid getting banned.

an avid user of letterboxd. some of his reviews are super scathing—but for some reason, they always blow up. he’d open the app to find that his hate review on la la land got 7.2k likes. screenshot compilations circulate on reddit and instagram.

his letterboxd favourites are: american psycho, fight club, the social network and the matrix (all 5 star ratings)—but claims he likes them for their philosophical depth.

his favourite show is mr. robot, saying elliot alderson is “the closest thing to a genius on tv.” he also likes the twilight zone and breaking bad.

obsessed with eminem—he’s been a fan ever since d-12. the marshall mathers lp are his go-to rage anthems. thinks lose yourself is the pinnacle of motivational music.

thinks kanye west is a misunderstood genius and frequently defends him online.

uses dark mode on every device.

apple loyalist. owns a macbook, iphone, and airpods because he appreciates their sleek and minimalistic design. calls android users “peasants.”

never charges his phone until it has like 2% left.

brilliant with tech—can hack into nearly anything. knows how to code in several languages, always staying on top of the latest tech trends and occasionally contributes to dark web forums.

builds custom pcs for fun. dabbles in coding and hacking. knows how to create computer viruses.

used to spend wayyy too much time on forums like 4chan, r/RedPill, r/foreveralone and r/incels, though he’s mostly active on subreddits like r/iamverybadass, and r/unpopularopinion. also lurks r/atheism just to mock people with religion.

frequently visits r/AmITheAsshole to judge people, always siding with the “bad guy.” bro has the potential to be a criminal defense lawyer that the DA despises.

lowkey obsessed with angelina jolie, specifically from her tomb raider days. probably has a pinup poster stashed somewhere in his room.

uses arctic fox’s poseidon blue hair dye.

firmly believes in the efficiency of 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

wears dior sauvage because it’s “masculine but sophisticated.” probably bought it after seeing johnny depp in an ad.

when he’s in a mood, kai loves sneaking up on people to startle them. he’s perfected the art of standing silently in doorways until someone notices.

prefers dogs because they’re trainable, loyal, and trusting on their owner. in other words they are easy to manipulate and control.

constantly rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. it’s both a habit and a way to intimidate people.

his lust for power stems from feeling powerless in his youth, particularly after witnessing his father’s abuse to his mother and the lack of control he had over the situation.

struggles to process complex emotions like guilt, shame, or empathy. often suppresses them or redirects them into rage.

swings between grandiosity (believing he’s destined for greatness) and crippling self-doubt (thinking he’s fundamentally unlovable)

finds it almost impossible to open up emotionally unless it’s to manipulate someone.

criticism, even minor, eats away at him. he’ll stew over it for days, replaying it in his head while devising ways to “prove them wrong.”

gets uneasy if someone expresses affection without clear reason—suspects ulterior motives.

goes online to stalk whoever winter’s dating at the time. sends cryptic, vaguely threatening texts from a burner number or straight up dox them. half of it is for shits and giggles, the other half is rooted in jealousy.

he’s attracted to girls who are intelligent and opinionated. independent but emotionally vulnerable, so he can swoop in and “save” them (he has a saviour complex). loyalty is non-negotiable, and she has to make him feel like her top priority.

anyone resembling winter is immediately his type, but he’d never admit it.

freakishly good at darts and chess.

knows how to pick locks and also, how to build a perfect pipe bomb.

his clown mask is inspired by satan in dante’s divine comedy (based on this convo with @porcelainlipgloss)

alternates between ice-cold showers and scalding hot ones depending on his mood.

drums his fingers or shakes his leg while sitting. can spin a pen around his fingers like a pro. learned it during boring college lectures and now does it absentmindedly.

can’t stand slow walkers, or when someone scrapes a fork on their teeth. his reactions to these are disproportionate and borderline hostile.

prone to road rage.

has read elliot rodger’s manifesto once, mostly out of curiosity and boredom, but ended up getting weirdly immersed in it. he disagreed with the bravado and entitlement, though—he finds it pathetic and would mock it, but still, he couldn’t put it down. deep down, he understands the mindset too well, which makes him uncomfortable.

selectively polite. says “please” and “thank you” when it benefits him but will completely ignore social etiquette in other situations, like cutting lines or taking the last slice of pizza.

his workout playlist consists of nine inch nails, rammstein. aggressive rap like eminem (“till i collapse” is a staple) and dmx. sometimes mixes in orchestral movie scores (the dark knight rises soundtrack pumps him up)

brushes his teeth aggressively, so his toothbrushes always wear out quickly.

loves gas station beef jerky and bags of plain popcorn with way too much salt.

doesn’t drink often, claiming alcohol dulls the mind. but when he does, it’s always something hardcore like everclear or absinthe. has a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

can literally live off black coffee or monster zero ultra (white can). claims he doesn’t need caffeine, but drinks it constantly because he “likes the bitterness.”

his handwriting is pretty neat, but only when he’s focused—otherwise, it’s chicken scratch.

loves the smell of gasoline and sharpies.

can’t sit his ass down during phone conversations—kai paces back and forth like a caged animal.

rarely gets more than four hours of sleep.

and when he does sleep, he sleeps on his stomach with one arm dangling off the bed.

sleep talks under extreme stress.

“Oh it’s beautiful,” You murmur softly, a smile evident in your tone as you pulled the Agent Provocateur lingerie set out of the obviously high-quality bag.  The set was exactly how you, and Evan, liked it: black, lacy, and skintight. 

This was a common occurrence nowadays, receiving gifts from Evan. You were younger, almost controversially, and it seemed like it mattered to everyone except you two. The lace patterns between your fingers created a familiar feeling of arousal. But that was just the start. It only heightened upon hearing Evan’s deep-voiced command.

“I wanna see you in it..Put it on, baby,” He said, a smile in his voice. He ran his hands through his hair with a small sigh, his leg bouncing rapidly in anticipation as he sat on the couch. You almost took pity on him, seeing his cock twitching beneath his jeans. After all, it was..interesting..to look at: A man, older than you, so desperate for you that he couldn’t sit still. how pathetic, you thought. 

You giggle faintly, figuring you’d tease him. You shake your hips a little bit, the flow-y material of your short skirt swinging from side to side. Your fingers hook the waistband of your skirt, sliding it smoothly down your legs as you stood in front of him. His eyes sweep continually across the length of your body, taking in everything from the curve of your ass to the perkiness of your tits. 

Your fingers slide to your top, dragging it teasingly upward to slowly expose your bra before discarding the shirt as a whole, off to the side, on the floor. You stood before him adorned in only your Victoria’s Secret bra and panties set that he had bought you a few days before Christmas. You had paid him back with sex, like how you normally did. 

After a bit of pulling and positioning, you had finally got the lingerie on properly. It took a few tries, but you finally got there. His eyes greedily washed over you, even more so over your lower body. Evan’s favorite part was how the panties of the lingerie were crotchless, meaning it would be easier for him to tease you. How you knew that was because that was the part he was staring at the most. Whether it was the fact that the panties were crotchless, or he just wanted your pussy, you couldn’t tell. 

You knew what he wanted. It was your end of the deal. He bought you designer, luxury items you could only dream of before you met him, only expecting one thing in return: pleasure. You knelt down on the wood flooring of your apartment, fingers immediately scrambling for the buttons on his jeans.

“That’s my girl,” Evan chuckles, his large hands on either side of your head. 

You let out a breathy, excited laugh, pulling the small zipper down. You dragged his jeans down to his ankles, and next his boxers. The excitement between the both of you during these moments was always evident, especially with you. 

You exhale quietly, your fingers wrapping eagerly around his hardened member. You drag your hands gently over his cock, up and down in a gentle wringing motion. To be quite honest, you didn’t know what you were doing. You didn’t know what was too fast, too slow, if you were squeezing too hard or what hurt him, which was the last thing you wanted to do. Evan’s hands pushed your head down gently, being careful to not hurt your neck. 

“C’mon…You can do it, be a good girl,” He said in a soft murmur. His large fingers tangled in your hair pressed against your scalp, your head being gently pressed down. You flicked your tongue out, licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of his cock, up to the now excited, reddish-purple tip. Your tongue moved in small circles around the slit, greedily lapping up the steadily flowing pre cum. 

You a hear sigh escape from Evan’s lips, which almost immediately turned into a full on moan as your lips selfishly engulf his length, soft gags coming from the back of your throat. ‘In through your nose, out through your mouth’ you repeat to yourself internally. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, you truly did, it was just difficult to take with how big he was. 

“Yeah, baby..Atta’ girl..” Evan mumbled, almost incoherently as his hands guided the motions of your head. Up, down, up, down, your throat bulging in the slightest with the girth. Your fingers reach for his balls, squeezing gently. That was definitely a new sensation to him, clearly shown by the way his hips jerked, causing him to thrust further into your throat.

“Suck, baby, don’t just sit there,” Evan reminded gently, a small reminder that you weren’t to idle. When you didn’t listen to the first reminder, a gentle tug at your hair was administered to you to pull you back to what you were doing. You let out a soft, wet sound, vulgar as it was, to show you were listening as you got back to your task.

You could always tell when he was about to finish, especially by the way his hips would buck up roughly, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat roughly. You tightened your throat, your eyes shutting firmly. His fingers tightened in your hair, driving your head down firmly at the base of his cock.

“Hngh— Fuck- Oh, b-baby-“ Evan grunts out, ramming his hips up roughly in staggering motions. Your eyes shoot open, feeling a warm, slimy liquid squirt against the back of your throat, sliding down softly. You pull back,

his length taking its time to stickily slide its way from between your lips, strings of his deliverance being the only thing connecting your lips and his cock.

Evan hums softly, his fingers massaging your scalp. He lets out a soft chuckle, his large hands drifting to cup your face. His eyes looked over your face, your half lidded eyes, lips sopping with cum and spit which was dripping down your chin. How pitiful.

“Who’s my good girl?” Evan questioned huskily, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He ran his thumb across your lips, making a half-assed attempt to wipe away the liquids.

“Me,” You whimper, letting out a tearless sob.

“Mm..You did so good for me, baby..” He chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face. “How about we get you cleaned up, huh?”

© 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇-𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋-𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 2024. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 (𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌