PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US DOM LEANDER WHO WORSHIPS US (NO DEGRADATION OR HUMILIATION)
˚₊ · »-♡→ ┊: (tags;) ᵎ ✰ dominant!Leander x gn submissive!cursed/mc!reader — worship; body worship, praise, sexual tension & smut; groping, oral sex & penetration, finishing inside
Dom!Leander who kneels because his knees wobble so much he physically can’t stand infront of you
Dom!Leander who peels away the fabrics covering you one by one, tossing them somewhere in the room unhurried, like time doesn’t bound the both of you in the moment
Dom!Leander who places open-mouthed kisses up your calves, your inner thighs, your hipbones, your lower stomach
Dom!Leander who nuzzles in your tummy before his hands trail the path he had just set alight, resting right over your glutes
Dom!Leander who loves to pray against your skin, half his words lost between small groans or moans when he grinds against you
Dom!Leander who shudders when your curse rests lightly over his hair, and he feels honoured—blessed to be the one you call “yours”
Dom!Leander who angles your legs over his shoulders, tongue dancing against your sensitive walls, eating you out like a man starved
Dom!Leander who maps over you back, thanking you with every thrust that makes your body collide with his lewdly
Dom!Leander who can’t stop trembling over you when his need consumes him whole and he’s forced to swallow thickly, eyes wide and vaguely glassy as precious emeralds stare down at you
Dom!Leander who cums deep inside you, your name dripping onto the sheets like honey, louder than what the walls can silence—why wouldn’t he want everyone to know who he’s devoted to?
Dom!Leander who doesn’t believe in anything but you, who sees heaven in you and only you—because you are the only one whose gaze reflects back something other than his desperation
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Headcanons for a Touchstarved MC who is poly and seems open to all of them:
Ais
Ais is not the jealous type—he thrives in situations where he has to fight for someone’s attention. In fact, the idea that you’re open to all of them makes this so much more fun for him.
At first, he smirks. Of course, you’re interested in everyone. You’ve got good taste. Deep down, he’s amused but also watching closely. Are you seriously considering all of them, or are you just entertaining the idea?
He gets bolder—leans in more, throws out suggestive comments just to gauge your reaction. If you flirt back? Oh, it’s on. Casually sizing up the others, he makes just enough provocative remarks to stir the pot. Guess I’ll have to work harder to keep your attention, huh? He treats it like a game—one he plans on winning.
Leander
Leander loves connection, and he’s open-minded, but… let’s be honest—he’s used to being the person someone wants. The idea that he’s one of many? That’s new.
At first, he laughs, wide and genuine. All of us? Really? He finds it endearing. He brushes it off like it doesn’t bother him, but deep down? There’s a tiny spark of possessiveness. He wants to be special to you.
He doubles down on the charm. Extra flirty, extra affectionate—pulls you close and whispers, But I’m your favorite, right? Surprisingly accommodating, if you really want all of them, he’ll go along with it. He just needs to make sure he’s still your first choice. He teases Ais and the others just to stir up tension.
Vere
Vere lives to be desired. But shared? That’s an entirely different matter.
At first, he gives a slow, sharp smile. How greedy of you. He doesn’t mind the idea—but he does mind not being the one who has the most of your attention.
Immediately, he starts testing you. If you flirt with someone else, he’ll slide up beside you and whisper something dangerous enough to make your pulse jump. He loves watching the others react—if they get possessive, he eats it up. If they don’t care, he’ll make them care. He acts nonchalant, but there’s a sharpness in his gaze. If he ever feels like he’s just one of many without something special between you, he’ll pull back.
Mhin
Mhin already struggles with trust and attachment—this only makes it worse.
At first, they scoff and roll their eyes. Figures. Their mind jumps straight to the worst conclusions. Do you actually care about any of them? Or is this just a game to you?
Immediately, they pull away. If they were starting to open up to you, this would make them slam their walls back up. But if they believe you genuinely care about all of them, that you’re not just playing with their feelings, then it terrifies them how much they want to trust you. They’ll be the last to accept it—but once they do, they won’t fight for your attention. They’ll just… wait. If you want them, you’ll have to come to them.
Kuras
Kuras is the least affected by the revelation. If anything, he finds it intriguing.
At first, he gives a calm, thoughtful look. Is that so? No judgment, just observation. He has seen many kinds of relationships before. This does not surprise him. But why do you want this? That’s the question he’s interested in.
He doesn’t react outwardly, but there’s a softness in his gaze when he looks at you. He won’t compete for your affection, but he will make it known that if you truly want him, he is here. He is patient. Watching how the others handle it with mild amusement, he seems as if he’s observing something inevitable.
Would they all be okay with it? Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing is for sure: the tension would be unreal.
FEELING HUMAN, HOOKED ON YOUR BREATH ── leander + gn!reader, 430
leander is painfully aware of his reputation; knows that you've heard rumours of how the corner room you currently occupy in the wet wick was once exclusively for him and his one-night-stands, vere's little quips of him getting some action with a stranger or two in dark alleys, and he hasn't exactly been subtle with the way he looks at you in the candlelight when you're huddled together in one of the booths. he knows that you're no fool, that you're not deaf to the warnings to stay away from him lest you fall too deep into his spell of dark magic—
but you stay anyway.
perhaps it is because he is one of the few to offer you some semblance of comfort in the unfamiliar streets of eridia without asking for anything else, or because he is the only one capable of touching your bare hands and remain sane enough to see the exact shade of your pretty eyes, but whatever the reason, he finds himself unable to care. he finds himself doing a lot of uncharacteristic things since you've come around, actually.
leander does not believe in god, has never even entertained such thoughts of a divine entity existing with the sort of life he's led since birth, but he thinks that despite your curse, you are the closest thing to an angel he's ever met. leander feels bad about it, really; the thoughts that plague his mind when he lets you trace the grooves and scars of his calloused hands, your darkened fingertips ghosting upon the skin of his forearm like a dancer from the amaryllis district. he feels guilty, as if he's taking advantage of your trust like this, even if you're the one who's touching him, but it's outweighed by that something that leander still can't name even after all those nights of laying awake in night or nursing his nth bottle of rum in the wet wick at some ungodly hour of the night; something about how you touch him like he's the only solid thing in the world, the look in your eyes when you find your fingers wandering over to the scar on his face.
there is no such thing as heaven or hell, just the monsters (soulless and mortal) that linger in the space between, but your touch is divine, and for the first time in his life, leander wants nothing more than to repent for his sins, to whisper his confessions against the warm dark-gold of your knuckles as if he could find some semblance of forgiveness in your skin.
I also have a question that I won't ask, but expect a part 2 since this just happened to land twice in my hands 😏😘
🗡 It is still a great mystery whether this man would even be a good dom—much more a brat tamer. I wouldn’t trust the part of me that’s a brat with him.
🗡 Leander is very much an initiator, that we know—it doesn’t mean that you won’t be begging for it.
🗡 Is his absence better than his presence? Fine. If you don’t want to listen, he can just leave.
🗡 “Oh, you’re asking for it now” — sure, yeah, he’s flexible. But you have to make up for it.
🗡 I don’t see him be into task-managing as much, rather coldness and indifference.
🗡 Manhandling is a given.
As per the time I’m writing this, I be looking at his damn face to try making the gears turn. And I believe it just now clicked how MASSIVE this guy is. It’s like, when you see something every day in passing, you tend to underestimate it… until you confront it. The others? Fine; I had calculated, I had measured, fine—Leander and Ais? Nope. Just clicked.
🗡 He likes pissing you off just as much as you like making his eye twitch. He doesn’t give you what you want, instead he makes you say it, then repeat it back mockingly.
🗡 Leander wouldn’t be blind to your emotional state at any time—don’t get him wrong; he just conveniently ignores it.
🗡 He is naked of a power trip he rides daily, and there’s this saying where I come from; “where reason does not fall, a rod does”
🗡 In this case, a paddle, or a very hard slap that you don’t expect, just because it’s so out of character for him—but he’s not good at edging and there has to be an alternative; in his case, overstimulation
🗡 On the other hand, blindfolding and sensory deprivation are definitely on his plate. Now you see him, now you don’t. “But isn’t deprivation, edging?” Not necessarily, me thinks.
🗡 Like bondage for example, gags also count.
🗡 Actually, I’m quite confident he wouldn’t go for gags. He wants everyone to hear how disrespectful you’ve been, after all.
🗡 Similarly, bondage is also off the table for the sole reason of Curse™
🗡 And even if we don’t consider it as a variable, nails scratching and arms swaying wildly against him are just more reasons for punishment, no?
🗡 Having mentioned it, rip Leander, you would have loved remote controlled toys </3
🗡 like, he be sitting on the other side of the bar after you’ve been a little shit and just carelessly playing with the intensity of a vibrator he himself had pushed earlier inside of you until you come crawling and apologizing?
🗡 Aftercare is very real. He, too, really needs it; will go on a limb here and claim that it’s not something he usually does with his escapades, BUT with a serious partner it matters to him to know and physically feel you’re fine afterwards—a simple confirmation just isn’t enough.
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Leander and MC are walking from the Wet Wick when he casually asks, "So, you and Ais, huh?" He says it with a smile, like it’s nothing, just friendly interest.
MC might brush it off, might confirm it, might say nothing at all. It doesn’t matter. Leander hums, gaze flicking ahead like he’s barely thinking about it. Then, almost offhandedly—"You ever wonder why he’s always looking for a fight?"
If MC questions him, he just laughs, shaking his head. "No reason. Just something I’ve noticed. The guy doesn’t do anything unless he gets something out of it. And you? You’re something, alright."
The way he says it is warm, maybe even teasing, but there’s something else under it. A suggestion. A quiet reminder that Ais isn’t just harmless fun. That Leander, of course, is only looking out for them.
He doesn’t push it. Just lets the words hang there, giving MC something to think about. And if later, just once, they hesitate around Ais—Leander will notice. And he’ll smile.
Headcanons about how the LIs would kiss the MC for the first time? Definitely not ideas to draw-
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𝓐𝓲𝓼
✩ Probably happens in a dimly lit, secluded part of Eridia—perhaps an alleyway where the air is thick with the pungent stench of rotting garbage and decay. The narrow space between the crumbling buildings offers a rare moment of solitude in that God-forgotten city.
✩ Ais's eyes, usually sharp and alert, soften as they linger on the MC.
✩ In his defense, emotions were running H I G H. It's not his fault they were right there, looking so beautiful and absolutely enticing.
✩ His gaze remains locked on theirs, searching for something—maybe permission, maybe a sign that they feel the same pull that he does. When he finds it, his resolve seems to crumble, just a little.
✩ With a deep breath, as if steeling himself, Ais reaches out. His hand, usually so steady and sure, hovers for a moment before finally brushing against the MC’s cheek. The touch is surprisingly gentle.
✩ Yeah, the consequences could wait
✩ The kiss is slow at first, almost tentative, as if he’s testing the waters, unsure of how far he can go. But when the MC responds, the kiss deepens, becoming more intense.
There’s a rawness to it, an urgency that leaves them both breathless.
✩ Ais’s other hand comes up to cradle the back of the MC’s head, pulling them closer as if afraid they might slip away. The world around them—the decay, the danger, the darkness—melts away, leaving just the two of them, lost in the moment.
✩ When they finally pull apart, Ais’s breath is ragged, his forehead resting against the MC’s as he struggles to regain control. His eyes, once so unreadable, now shimmer with a vulnerability he’s never shown before.
✩ “Don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, a plea wrapped in a warning.
𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼
✞ The bitch /affectionately has been dropping shameless hints the moment he met them the very same day
✞ It is a wall. A very nice wall, if he has a say. He's the type to trap them between a rock and a... hard place [you guess which is which]
✞ "Well, he looks at me and I look at him And he looks at me and I look at him And he looks at me and I look at him" And it goes like that for a few agonising long moments. Mfr is like :3
✞ His expression is gentle, but there’s a depth of emotion there that he hasn’t fully expressed before. Eventually, mister giraffe leans down for a long peak. There’s no rush, giving the MC all the time in the world to decide if that is what they want.
✞ He kisses them with a kind of reverence, as if they’re something precious, something to be cherished.
✞ Oh, don't get me STARTED ON THE HAND PLACEMENT
✞ One hand on the small of their back, firm yet gentle, guiding them closer to him. The other hand tangled in their hair, fingers softly caressing the back of their neck.
✞ When they eventually pull apart, Kuras’s eyes remain closed for a moment longer, as if savoring the feeling, the memory of their lips on his. He smiles, but it’s tinged with a kind of sadness.
✞ Next moment, he's holding them tight against his chest, allowing them to feel the steady beat of his heart.
✞ “Thank you”
𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
🗡 Takes place in The Wet Wick, buzzing with its usual crowd—a mix of unsavory characters, mercenaries, and those looking to drown their troubles in strong drink.
🗡 Leander leans in his chair, his posture relaxed. His fingers tap lightly against the rim of his glass, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
🗡 “You know, I can’t tell if you’re doing this on purpose,” his words, like always, are laced with that effortless charm.
🗡 Leander watches them for a moment longer, then, with a slow, deliberate movement, reaches out. His fingers lightly graze the back of the MC’s hand, sending a shiver up their arm. Leander’s touch is warm, and his lips even more so as places a soft kiss upon the bare knuckles, emerald eyes gleaming with adoration.
🗡 He then moves their hand to cup his cheek, leaning in...
🗡 The kiss is everything the MC might have expected from him—confident, intense, and undeniably passionate. His lips move against theirs with a kind of practiced ease, as if he’s done this a thousand times before.
🗡 His hand comes up to the small of their back, pulling them closer, his body pressing against theirs.
🗡 When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. His eyes are darker now, filled with something deeper.
🗡 He gives a small chuckle, though it’s softer, more vulnerable. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this”
𝓜𝓱𝓲𝓷
🕊 rOOFTOP KISS
The night sky is overcast, casting a muted gray glow over the city. A cool breeze rustles the MC’s clothes as they sit beside Mhin, both of them watching the distant lights flicker across the chaotic city below. The two of them sit in silence, a silence that’s not uncomfortable but rather familiar.
🕊 Mhin's shoulders are slightly less tense, their gaze lingers on the horizon rather than avoiding eye contact. They mightt be on the edge of letting something slip through the cracks of their defenses.
🕊 “Why are you still here? With me?” It’s a question born of clear curiosity, neither insecurity nor doubt.
They turn to face the MC, their heart beating a little faster.
🕊 For a moment, Mhin looks like they might pull back, might retreat into themselves the way they always do. But instead, they hesitate, their breath catching slightly as they move closer.
🕊 “Because I want to be.” It’s not an elaborate answer, but it’s the truth, and Mhin values honesty above all else.
“Are you sure?” Mhin asks, their voice quieter still, almost like they’re asking themselves more than the MC.
The MC nods, their gaze steady. “Yes.”
🕊 That’s all it takes.
🕊 Mhin is the one to close the final distance between them.
🕊 The kiss is delicate, almost fragile, as though Mhin is afraid to break something—perhaps the walls they’ve built around themselves [too late for that tho---] It’s not rushed or passionate, but slow and measured, like they’re trying to make sense of it.
🕊 Mhin’s hand hovers near the MC’s cheek, as if they want to touch but aren’t sure they should.
🕊 When they finally break the kiss, Mhin pulls back slowly, their gaze searching the MC’s face for any sign of regret or hesitation. There's definately color in their cheeks.
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮
✦ The alleyway behind The Wet Wick, where the flickering light from the tavern barely reaches. It's late, the streets mostly empty except for the occasional passerby, and the two of them have just slipped out of sight, away from the bustling noise of the tavern.
✦ “You really should be more careful around me, you know,” Vere says, his voice low and lilting, dripping with mock concern.
✦ He steps closer, his movements smooth, almost predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he closes the gap between them.
✦ His hand moves to brush lightly against the MC’s arm, the touch barely there, more of a tease than a real caress. It's intoxicating, his scent a mix of something sweet and dangerous, like poisoned honey.
✦ They can’t tell if he’s about to kiss them or kill them—and that’s exactly how Vere likes it.
✦ His lips are soft, but there’s a dangerous edge to the way he kisses them, his teeth grazing their bottom lip just enough to send a shiver down their spine.
✦ His hand comes up to cup the side of their neck, his fingers lightly pressing into their skin, holding them in place as he deepens the kiss.
✦ It's as much a test as a promise, a dance on the edge of something darker, something dangerous. It isn’t just about fun for him—it’s about control.
✦ When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his eyes w i d e and hungry. He lingers close, his lips still barely brushing theirs.
✦ “You’ve managed to exceed my expectations,” Vere murmurs, his voice soft but dripping with intrigue. "Kiss me like that again, and I might actually start to like you.”
I'VE PLAYED THIS DEMO OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
BUT NEVER HAD I EVER PICKED THE "HESITATE" OPTION FOR LEANDER
I'M A DUMB BITCH HOLY SHIT
BUT I CAME INTO A NEWFOUND REALISATION:
THE MC'S CURSE PROTECTS THEM, IN SOME WAY
(unless I'm the last person in the fandom to notice that, good job me)
If you pick the "Touch him" option, he only says "I told you there's nothing to worry about"
BUT HERE, he comments "That's one hell of a curse :D" meaning he definately feels it and it possibly affects him
Yes, the MC surely has ptsd of some sort and could assume Leander's hand was going for their neck like mrChocky but i highly doubt he was initially going for their shoulder
I believe the MC's curse doesn't affect whoever they touch, but whoever touches them
It's quite a bit of a strech, yes, but still a possibility:
Leander doesn't do the dramatics above if the MC touches him first
MrChocky was the one who touched the MC first and got he affected
And thus I bring in another question: What about Oracle!MC?
"The priests claimed your touch bestowed enlightenment, but a visiting mage revealed your curse for what it is."
It wouldn't be illogical if the priests' words were true; if the MC touches someone, they are "bestowed enlightenment", but if the MC gets touched forcibly/accidentally, the one who touches them goes mad
But that would also mean we'd have the choice of giving Leander more power if we choose to touch him
Also, somehow all the backstory mages seem to have a good understanding of the MC's curse [have seen it/it has been recorded before], or are at least able to recoognise it in order to reveal it to them. Plus, the Alchemist!MC's mage [who was "exiled from the Senobium"] planned on cultivating them as a test subject, meaning not much must be known about said curse.
"It's unlike anything I've ever dealt with," says Leander, a mage who has never stepped foot in the Senobium.
"We can find answers together," Leander promises later on.
Then he stops
He waits for them to touch him
Then he freely unwinds their bandages, allows them to touch his hands, his cheeks, he moves his hands over theirs because they've already accepted him touching them
He could have figured how the MC's curse works, or he could have dark-magic-ed his way into the Senobium files before the MC returned to the Wick again.
