Amethio probably wouldn't use any as they feel awkward coming out of his mouth, but when he warms up to dating,,, he'll attempt to use some, but most of them end up being some sort of nickname,

Spinel would use 'darling' or 'dear', sometimes he uses 'love', the words roll off his tounge easily and it sits right with him. If you know about his involvement with the Explorers, he will call you his 'gem' as a nod to his fascination with Rakua and to subtly hint that he cares about you a lot.

Sango would be torn between giving you cursed nicknames and normal ones. Her go-to nicknames are

Onyx is rather traditional when it comes to dating and anything similar. He'll probably use nicknames that are similar to your name.

Friede isn't someone who uses terms of endearment often, he prefers to use nicknames and inside jokes between the two of you as he sees it as something more intimate and something that shows off your bond more than calling you "babe" ever will. (Even if that means calling you something that everyone would give weird looks at)

Gibeon would call you 'love' or 'darling', it doesn't matter if he's dating you when you're younger, or when the two of you are older. He prefers those nicknames.

Murdock uses terms relating to food, sweets, or anything that sounds sweet. The nicknames he likes the most are 'darling', 'sweetheart' and 'love'.

Conia would give you softer and cuter nicknames, some include softer versions of your name. She really likes using '

Kieran is pretty new to dating -plus, you're his first partner- so he'd still be experimenting with different nicknames, but he often uses shorter versions of your name alongside 'Sunflora' and his 'Applin' (it slipped out once, and he thought that it was cute enough to keep around),

Raihan would have different nicknames depending on your personality. If you're sleepy, he'd call you his 'Dreepy' since it sounds a lot like 'sleepy'. But he'd usually go for nicknames that relate to dragon types. He also likes calling you 'Treasure' as dragon types love treasure, and he loves you.

🔪 Calls you a bunch of endearing things: Dearest, Darling, Honeypie, Starlight, Dove, My Valentine, Beloved, etc…

🔪 If you have any suggestions, just say something, he’ll gladly call you whatever you’d like.

🔪 Is very open about his “hobby” of tickling others with various sharp objects. He will casually talk about it during dinner, in the middle of a movie, before bed, etc.

🔪 Although if you’re uncomfortable with the topic of murder, he will try to refrain himself. He might slip up every now and then but he eventually catches himself.

🔪 He’ll make jokes while murdering someone, handle their organs almost comically, even talk to the people as if he isn’t actively sawing their fingers off and tossing them over his shoulder.

🔪 He’s still a dork, just in a deadpan and flat kinda way. 

🔪 He’s an intelligent fellow when it comes to ways to murder people and how the human body responds to pain, but when it comes to basic knowledge he’s just a dumbass.

🔪 He’ll go from “Did you know the last sense to go when you die is your hearing?” to “What do you mean the sun doesn’t revolve around the earth?”

🔪 The way he handles you is firm but gentle, like he doesn’t want to let you go but also believes you’re made of glass.

🔪 Cuddling is no exception. He has his arms wrapped around you tightly, and one hand cradling the back of your head, smushing your face into his chest.

🔪 Don’t tell him about anyone that gives you bullshit, even the slightest inconveniences. Your boss yelled at you? The barista tried correcting you on how to pronounce your own name? The mailman wasn’t very gentle with a fragile package? All of them gonna die.

🔪 “Dear, don’t worry your pretty little head about them. They won’t bother you anymore.”

🔪 Not exactly a yandere, but also he is at the same time..? It’s complicated.

🔪 It’s in a way that this man will gladly murder someone for you, but not out of jealousy or the “no one else can have you” thing.

🔪 “It’s supposed to be fun, exciting, entertaining, Y’know. I can’t let my anger or any of the other bullshit get in the way of my own enjoyment.”

🔪 He sometimes preforms some of these “sessions” in the basement. And if you walk down there to bring him a snack whilst he’s in the middle of dissecting a very much alive man, his heart is yours.

Soreness settled into his muscles, back straining against the weight of the death upon his back. He tells himself that it’s worth it to keep you safe, that there’s some light at the end of this bloody tunnel. But it’s days like today that just make him want to hide away in the depths of his den and not emerge for a few weeks, allowing his body to catch up with the fact that he’s just a human. 

He steps into the house and hangs his keys on a hook on the wall and when he sees you pop your head around the corner, he steps up to you and drops to a knee. Kissing your palm as you grab his cheek, noticing how tired he is.

“Long trip?”

“Too long. Too long away from you.”

Every part of him just wants to collapse in this hallway, too fatigued to even make it to the carpeted floor. You’re not built like he is, but you manage to tug him to his feet and at least get him to his recliner. The comfort allows him to melt into the cushions, head hitting the head rest as his fingers tiredly fumble with the controls to tip it back. Your hand brushes against his forehead, pushing his hair back before taking his glasses off with care.

“I’m glad you’re home, Mur.”

“Can’t keep me away for long…”

A sleepy smirk crawls onto his lips, but he struggles even to keep his eyes open to look at you as you play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Mur. Go ahead and sleep, you look exhausted.”

He grumbles, reaching for your hand as you walk to the kitchen, halfheartedly squeezing it as he flips around to look at you with squinted eyes.

“You’re not trying to escape from me, are you?”

“No, just give me a second, I have to set the crockpot to cook so we have something for dinner. Caught me in the middle of food prep.”

Murdoch growls as he flops back onto his chair proper, appeased with your answer. It’s rare when you get to see him like this, but you know the only thing he wants right now is to hold you. A few button presses and a snatching of a blanket from the bedroom later, you sit yourself on the arm of the chair before swinging your legs over next to his. As soon as he senses you, arms snatch you to hold you close, growling as he noses your hair. You throw the blanket over the two of you before you settle against him, knowing it won’t be long before he’s snoring beneath you. Your lips press gently against his cheek, scruffy facial hair brushing against your face from several days of not shaving. As your head hits his shoulder, you can already see his breathing slow, grip loosening slightly as he settles into sleep.

You find yourself wandering to the pool out back, an in-ground one, surrounded by bushes and a tall fence. You don't have any pool so easily accessible at home, so it's been a nice luxury. Some leaf litter has gathered on the surface of the water, and you locate the pool skimmer to collect them without getting your hands wet. If you don’t, there’s a chance it could build up and fall to the floor of the pool.

Your mind starts to wander, then, thinking about what else could potentially get into a pool: debris, animals… As you go to fling the leaves from the net into the bushes, you spot a towel that you forgot to put back last night after you spent most of the evening trying to ignore Murdock by swimming in the pool. He made that rather difficult for you. (He always does.) Hence, it’s hard to think about such trivial things as “towels.” It’s a dark color, which could easily be mistaken for an animal of some sort even in daylight, if you look too quickly.

That’s when your idea forms. What if there was an animal in the pool? What if you got him to investigate? And then when he gets to the pool… Glancing back at the house, you bring the towel to the deep end, skimmer net in your other hand. You set down the net, then bundle up the fabric and press it into the water, letting it get soaked before using the handle of the net to push it down. It’s not actually long enough, but you still manage to watch the towel sink to the bottom. You replace the net in its home and dry your hands on the sides of your shorts.

Frankly, you didn’t consider what you were actually going to say. You wish you could admit that you thought this through a bit more, but the idea is just too amusing. Making sure to put as much concern into your voice as you can, you call out, “Hey Murdock? Can you come here?” There's a good thirty seconds of silence, and while he's surely already on his way, you call again, “I think there's something in the pool.”

“I'm coming,” Murdock grunts, rounding the corner in a sleeveless mock turtleneck and his usual black jeans: the perfect clothing for your plan (and for you to check him out, but that's a given and beside the point). “You said there's something in the pool?”

You nod. “I didn't investigate yet. I didn’t want to get too close and have it bite me or something.”

He tries looking in the shallow end. “I don’t see anything.”

You point at the “animal” at the other side. “It’s over there. I saw it when I got debris out of the pool, and I didn’t want to do anything without you here.”

It’s subtle, but Murdock’s chest puffs up a little when you say that—and you did say that completely on purpose, just for that reason. Pride cometh before the fall, after all. “Let me look,” he says.

With practiced, measured steps, he walks forward, with you following close behind. His hand is outstretched on instinct, despite being empty. Murdock typically has a keen eye, but he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss about the lump in pool that he vocalizes. You hope it remains convincing when he gets closer. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, your chances of pulling this off teetering with every step he takes. The gap closes, slowly but surely, until he's nearly reached the side of the pool. That's when he stops.

You frown behind him. That won't do. “You're gonna stop there? You've gotta get a little closer.”

He turns and gives you a look. “But you hadn't gotten any closer.”

“I hadn't because I was scared. But you can.” You more or less bat your eyelashes at him. “Please?”

He huffs quietly. “Alright.” Murdock moves closer, and you encourage him up a little more, so now his feet hang slightly over the edge of the wall. He's even leaning over a little to get a better view. You only have a split second to act before he realizes that you’ve tricked him, and only a second longer than that before he potentially puts together your little prank.

Men do not have an “even” center of gravity, located more in the chest, causing them to be more “top heavy.” Murdock is no exception. All it takes is one good push to send him tumbling into the pool, grunting in surprise, and you book it to the adjacent side towards the shallow end, giggling. Murdock splashes around, but it doesn't take long for him to get his bearings and his feet under him; and for as tall as he is, his head easily pokes out of the water just enough for him to breathe comfortably. The man glares at you, and the annoyance on his face has you stifling your laughter. You fail pretty easily, emboldened by him being stuck in the pool.

“You think that's funny, huh?”

There's genuine annoyance in his voice, but also that tinge of danger that tends to make itself known when he speaks low like this. You know it doesn't mean anything when he's talking to you, but there's an instinctual part of yourself that still goes mildly on alert every time. While normally you'd wonder what he's thinking, right now you're just pleased as punch that this worked, looking like a cat who got the cream. “Mmm, maybe just a little bit.” You bring your index finger and thumb close to each other when you say that, as if indicating the amount.

Murdock doesn't take his eyes off of you, pulling himself out of the pool using the edge almost a little too effortlessly. The intensity that rarely leaves him has you squirming on the inside, but outwardly, you continue smiling innocently. He doesn’t say anything for a while, water dripping loudly off of him, his shirt clinging to his muscles. You’re trying not to stare. “You think you’re clever, hm?”

You’re not fully sure that it’s just annoyance in his expression anymore. You pretend you don’t notice. “Well, yes, since I managed to get the jump on you.”

Now you wish you know what he was thinking as his eyes narrow slightly. Despite being somewhat far from him, his demeanor and his energy makes it feel like he’s right in your space. “And what do I do with you?”

Your grin widens, seeing an opportunity, and you utter those magic words: “You'll have to catch me first.”

In an instant, his expression darkens, a primal intent crossing his features, and you relish the way your stomach twists and your heart races suddenly as a familiar feeling makes itself known below. Murdock growls. “You have fifteen seconds.”

He's barely finished speaking and you're already running, taking off down the side of the house. You know exactly how this is going to end, and as much as you'll do your best to prolong it, you also can't wait.

~~~

Actor

When he first met you through Damien, he was a total ass

He would take every chance he got to make some sort of prude comment pertaining to you in some way 

So of course your first impression of him was that he was just some rich asshole, and of course during that whole ordeal Damien was defending you but that didn’t stop Mark 

Anytime there would be some sort of event Damien would go to he would invite you to tag along and Actor would go to seek you out 

At first Actor felt a sort of entitlement towards you that all the harsh comments were justified by your status, but over time Actor started to…question his feelings towards you

Every time he saw you he felt his chest tighten and a fluttering feeling in his stomach made it hard to articulate the words he wanted to say to you

You noticed that his comments towards you slowly became less brash and sometimes he would even offer you a small smile here and there

Which was incredibly rare to see a genuine smile from the Actor 

But Mark was frustrated with himself, why was he treating you like this? Surely he wasn’t opening up to you so easily

This internal conflict lead to him going back to treating you like shit then feeling guilty and going back to being strangely sweet was exhausting for you 

There was a party going on at the Actors house and for some reason you went carefully optimistic about how you would be treated 

But tonight was some hoe the worse he's ever been 

Not just some rude comments here and there, they were cruel 

But it was only when he started to mock your physical appearance that you had enough of his bs 

You slammed your drink to the ground looking the now stunned Actor in the eyes “You know what, Mark?? Fuck you.” you hissed, storming off towards the door . You could hear Damien calling after you as you opened the door slamming it You could hear the door slam behind you as someone called for you, you felt some grip your shoulder lightly turning you around 

“Damien, listen…” you said before being turned to face the Actor, his face held an uncharacteristic soft look of worry. Yet you glared, shrugging him off angrily “What the hell do you want from me?! Why do some days you have to be such an ass, and then be so kind the next?” The Actor avoided your gaze a guilty expression crossing his features “It’s..its complicated…” he murmured . “Fine! If you don’t want to tell me? I’ll just be on my way then, have a lovely day Mark!” you shout turning quickly 

Mark's eyes widen frantically and he calls to you “Because I love you!” you freeze turning to him “What?” he feels this suddenly sting of vulnerability in this moment something he's not use to “I..wasn’t ready to open up to someone again. I thought I would be able to push you away and the feeling would just…go away. But I never meant to hurt you.” his gaze was fixed on the ground, afraid to meet your disgusted expression. But that feeling of dread washed away when your soft lips met his . For once in his life, the Actor had nothing to say, stunned by the realization that you had just kissed him

“See you tomorrow Mark” you smiled softly walking into the night 

Once you start to date this man though he will show you how truly dramatic he is

Like this man is such a diva 

“Darling, please I beg you if you truly love me don't leave”

“Mark I have to get up for work”

He is so needy, he needs constant attention and affection 24/7 

You’ll wake up in the morning with his face buried in your stomach, or he’ll be clinging to your side 

Have fun trying to get him off you, because this man has a grip of steel, your not getting him off

He’s very hesitant when you say you need to leave the manor for something insisting he can just have one of the staff members get it for you

He has serious abandonment issues, afraid that every time you leave the house will be the last time he sees you

He needs reassurance from you, though he talks big all the time he’s a very insecure person, please tell him you love him, he needs it

Whenever he sees you he likes to pepper your face with kisses, his stubble tickling you in the process   

He cannot handle horror movies or games whatsoever, he talks shit, but just one jump scare and he's clinging to you in fear

He’ll get really defensive afterwards so I would not recommend trying to scare him unless you want to spend the whole day making it up to him

He’s not big on pet names but when he does use them they’re usually the more classic ones 

Like ‘Love, Darling, Beloved, etc’ but if he’s feeling soft which is very rare he’ll call you ‘Sweetheart, Honey’ 

Softest you’ll see him is either when he's had a long day and all he wants to do is come home to you and fall asleep on the couch or when he’s half asleep he’ll cuddle up to you and whisper how much he loves you

He’s prone to start petty arguments sometimes that get out of hand pretty quickly 

He’ll give you the silent treatment even if you try to apologize and even if it was his fault 

But eventually he’ll start to feel a tiny bit guilty after ignoring you for a week 

He’ll peeper your face and neck with kisses and whisper sweet nothings to you as an apology 

He’ll take you out to a very expensive restaurant just to emphasizes how sorry he is

He does love you after all he just has a very funny way of showing it

Murdock

You first saw him at a coffee shop you frequently visited, mostly just to work, it was nice to get up in the mornings starting your day with a latte and just working in that quiet little coffee shop. And since it was early in the morning not many people came in to sit down, just a couple of morning joggers here and there but nobody who was there to stay, that was until one day. The morning had started like normal you got your drink and you went to sit down, but then this man had walked in.

Something about him had caught your eye, maybe it was his stylish sense of dressing, maybe it was this sort of mysterious feeling that lurked around him wherever he went. But something about him was alluring to you, drawing you in and captivating you. He sat at one of the many empty tables next to you sipping his coffee quietly

You wanted to make conversation, to reach out and introduce yourself, but felt too intimidated by him to say anything. Instead you internally struggled on what to say for ten minutes until much to your dismay he had gotten up and left the shop. This continued for a couple days until finally one day he spoke to you 

“Hey, I see you here every morning, how long have you been here?” You were a little surprised that he was talking to you at first but none the less you were overcome with joy that he had actually started a conversion. “Oh! Um about two years, I think?” you replied turning away from your laptop to face him “Two years huh? That’s some dedication right there” he let out a low, gravelly, chuckle to which you smiled 

“Yeah I guess so” 

He turned his head looking down at his watch frowning slightly “Well it’s been wonderful talking to you, but I’m afraid I have to go now, see you later Y/n” he waved, making his way through the door

‘Wait, Y/n? I didn’t tell him my name’

You two met up at the shop every morning chatting and conversing on the many topics of life before one day Murdock had asked you on date 

Walking through the park on a cool starry night, you wished you could have stayed there forever but sadly Murdock and you had to part ways eventually 

“Alright, well I’ll see you again tomorrow” he said smiling yet the soft frown of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by him “Yeah! I’ll see you” you said forcing a smile on your face not wanting to keep Murdock for any longer . As you turned, walking in the direction of your car you were spun around to Murdock once more “Ah-! Murdock what -” you were cut off with a soft kiss to the cheek as Murdock smirked “See you tomorrow, sweetheart” he whispered in your ear before slinking away leaving you behind, flustered and confused 

Dating this man is…an experience to say the least 

Not in a bad way at all! He’s just so quiet your never really sure what's going on inside his head

He doesn't plan on ever telling that he’s a *cough murder cough* simply because he wants to keep you from harm's way including himself

He loves flustering you beyond anything else 

And he uses any chance he gets to do it

He’s sitting down and you walk by? He’s pulling you into his lap

You're standing somewhere just minding your own business? He’s coming up behind and wrapping his arms around your waist while he lays kisses along your neck

And despite this he claims he's not one for touch, yeah right 

If you ever do the same to him though?? This man is putty in your hands 

He loves to compare hand sizes with you, it makes his heart flutter <3

Ok but this man drives so f a s t

Not even intentionally, he just speeds, you're convinced your going to hit someone, but somehow you never do

He absolutely hates lazy weekends so don’t ever expect to be laying in bed with him in the mornings, he feels the need to always be productive 

He has no chill, despite his calm composure which in a way is sort of ironic 

He loves rainy days though, so expect him to drag you out during a rainy day to have a walk, under a shared umbrella 

And also long talks in front of the fireplace, very specific but he enjoys the feeling of the warmth from the fire and the warmth that your presence provides him as well

Yancy 

Today was visitation day at the Happy trails prison. The visitation hours had started about two hours ago and were now almost over, you sighed as you watched the other families visit and talk for away before departing. They hadn’t shown up, they called you here yet they hadn’t shown up. Honestly this didn’t surprise you in the slightest this wasn’t out of character for them at all. You sat waiting in the room surrounded by inmates, families, couples and yet no sign of your friend. You glanced at the clock watching the minutes tick by with a heavy heart hoping at any minute they would walk in, explaining to you there delay yet fifteen minutes passed by and there was no such luck

“Youse waiting for someone too?” 

You turned around to be faced with a tall boston man looking down at you 

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll show” you respond tiredly, as the man sits next to you on the bench “Me neither” you turned to him, frowning “Who are you waiting for?” you asked curiously 

“It doesn't matter now” you frowned, reaching out to pat him on the back, he suddenly tensed at the action and you quickly retracted your hand “I’m so sorry! I should have asked first” you quickly apologized. And he…chuckled? “No no, youse fine. I’m just not used to being touched is all” he offered a small smiled to you, one which you happily returned . Though your friend didn’t show up during visiting hours you and Yancy talked, laughed, and joked with each other until the last hour. It was nice, you hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a very long time. Yancy was so kind, you wondered how he’d ever managed to end up in prison in the first place, but there was no doubt in your mind you be back for the next visitation

It was only until Yancy actually applied for Parole that you started dating he wanted to wait until you could be together outside of just visitation hours 

Yancy is so touched starved please give him lots of love please

He will not be able to sleep without out you after the first time you cuddled 

So if you stay up late to work, draw, write, etc 

Yancy will find a blanket and curl up next to you

So if you sleep at your desk you’ll wake up with Yancy curled up against you 

Yancy loves to bake for you, once he got out of prison he started to look for things to do during the day and cooking just so happened to catch his eye

He’ll make you anything from deserts, pastries, full meals, etc you name it and Yancy will make it for you 

He also loves to knit 

So he’ll make you scarfs, mittens, jackets, cardigans, and a lot more, he has a lot of time on his hands 

Yancy loves to nap with you, especially on cold days he’ll come up from behind you and wrap all his limbs around you so you can’t leave 

Yancy also loves you carry you places, don’t worry about being to heavy he’s very strong so weight is not a problem for him

Kisses <3 

All the time, he loves them so much

And he melts when you give him any sort of affection especially kisses he just loves you so much

He’s pretty easy to fluster considering he's never been in a relationship before

Very worried he's going to hurt you with his strength he gets so excited whenever he sees you he just wants to engulf you with a big warm hug but hes so worried he's going to crush you

This man is like a golden retriever I swear 

But you love him anyways <33 

“What about it? Are you wanting to fix it yourself, kitten?” He tilted his head as he spoke. My face scrunched up, hating the nickname. Only earning a chuckle from his lips.

“Not anymore with that name brought up.” I scoff. A pout spread across his face. He moved his hand from my throat up to my chin. Moving a thumb to my lips and pushing between them, pushing down roughly on my tongue. I grunt, moving a hand up to grab his wrist.

“You really think you can say no to me?” Murdock grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall behind me. Even through his dark glasses, I felt him stare deep into me. He massaged his thumb into my tongue before pulling it back to let me speak.

“Bite me.” I grinned. A huff of air passed his lips as he grabbed my shirt collar. Forcing me down onto my knees in front of him. He grabbed onto both my wrists and pinned them above me to the wall, despite my physical struggle. 

“Well, you’re no fun.” I pout. Before I could say anymore he delivered a harsh smack to my cheek.

“And you listen to me. Got it?” He grabbed my jaw. His fingers digging into my skin. 

I sank back onto my knees, slowly nodding.

“Use your words.”

“I understand.” I look back up to him, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Good.” He let go of my jaw, but kept my wrists pinned with one hand. His free hand moved to his pants. Struggling a bit, he managed to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans. I watched his movements intently. He unzipped his pants. Without any hesitation, he reached into his pants and, through the hole of his briefs, pulled his partially hard cock out. 

I grunt in response, looking away and tugging at his hands that pinned mine.

“What?” Murdock chuckled. “You wanted this, right?”

“I did.” I mumbled, finally admitting. With that, he let go of my hands. 

I repositioned myself in front of him. I moved the still bloodied hand to his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking him up and down. Blood lightly smeared along his skin as he grew hard. 

He only grunts in response, watching me with curiosity. I held his cock up more, leaning in. I let my tongue hang from my mouth, running it along the underside of his cock. His body shudders, moving a hand down to my hair. 

I glance up at him as I lick up to his tip, cleaning up some of the blood off him. My lips wrap around his sensitive tip and I suck softly, earning a groan of delight from Murdock. 

I let go of his base, taking more into my mouth. My lips sliding with ease along his skin. I push my tongue up against the underside of his cock. Taking a second to breathe through my nose, I allow my throat to relax. I push my head down further on him, slowly taking him into my throat.

Murdock let out small huffs of breaths and a few groans. “You look so good on your knees like that.. But you’re taking too long.” He warns.

I look back up at him, narrowing my eyes into a glare. I purposely went slower, wanting to waste his time. 

He carded his fingers through my hair, entangling them before grabbing a fistful. I growl in response, giving a quick nip to his cock. 

“You’re just begging for it at this point.” He growled back, his voice low. Without another word, he forced my head back down onto his cock. My hands shot up to his thighs, gripping hard as my throat tightened around him. I gagged hard, trying to push back instinctively. 

“Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” He chuckled. Keeping my head on him, I couldn’t push back, his strength overbearing me. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pricked my eyes. I could only gag, my throat not able to relax no matter how hard I tried. 

With another gag, a rush of watery bile shot up my throat. It spilled over his cock and out the side of my mouth. 

Murdock let out a laugh. “Can’t even handle a cock down your throat, thought I trained this out of you.” He finally let go of my head. I sent my head back, leaving a mess of watery vomit on his cock and pants. 

I gasp and choke, spitting up what was left in my mouth. He grabbed onto my hair again, yanking it back so I looked up at him. I watched as he quickly stroked at his cock, using the previous fluids as lube. 

I let myself take the time to breathe, knowing I only had a limited time. Once I was calm enough, he guided my mouth back to him. Pushing me down his length without much time to adjust. I close my eyes, just trying to force my throat to relax. Holding my head in place, he thrusted quick into my mouth. I breathe through my nose, holding onto his thighs as I take his rough pace. 

He thrust deeper and deeper every few strokes. My nose pressed up into his skin. His moans grew louder and his breath grew heavy. The thrust of his hips turned sloppy, and I knew he was close to his edge. 

I was suddenly pushed back off his cock. He held a tight grip onto my hair, keeping my head back. I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, hanging with my mouth wide open for him.

Grunts and groans escaped his mouth as he stroked his cock quickly. And not long after, streams of cum shot from his tip. I closed my eyes, feeling bits of his cum spread over my face, some hitting my tongue. Once his grip loosened from my hair, I opened my eyes. I pull my tongue back into my mouth, swallowing down his cum.

“Feel better?” I say with a purr, looking up at him.

“I know that, and I urge you to be, hm, not gentle, but fair with them. I don’t share often.” The threat in his words aren’t subtle, making Murdock smirk, but nod.

“Noted.” Murdock takes a few steps closer to you, and you follow him with your eyes, the tentacle over your mouth stopping any whimpers from escaping.

“So pretty....” Murdock says it almost absentmindedly as he steps close enough to touch you, letting leather clad fingers dance over what little skin isn’t covered by tentacles.

They move away more and more as Murdock explores you, but they never let you go fully, instead shifting to hold onto your ankles and wrists.

The one over your mouth stays.

You’re still suspended on the air, kept on display for them both.

Murdock touches are light, teasing, even as one hand slips down between your legs, feeling over the heat there.

“So wet already... Enjoying yourself?” You don’t know if he’s talking to you or Dark, but you but you try to whine, pleading for more, because now his fingers are just gently resting between your folds, not even moving.

Murdock chuckles, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on your throat.

“Oh, what fun I’m going to have with you.” He applies some light pressure on your throat, and your eyes widen as you feel it getting a little harder to breathe.

“No marks.” Murdock seems to startle at Dark’s voice, almost like he had forgotten there was an audience for this.

“You’re no fun.” Murdock frowns over his shoulder, letting go of your throat to pinch at a nipple instead.

“My rules are simple, if you don’t like them, simply leave.” Murdock sighs, but says nothing, but doesn’t move away from you in the slightest.

His fingers pressed against your folds finally move, sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as he spreads your wetness over his glove before pushing two fingers inside of you with ease.

“So tight...” He groans, moving his fingers in and out at a teasingly slow pace. You want him to move faster, but you know you can’t, that you’re completely at his mercy.

So instead, you focus on the pleasure he gives you, like a good puppy should. You take what you get, and in the moment that is two fingers working you open while Murdock’s other hand switches between your breast, kneading and every so often pinches a nipple.

You lean your head back, closing your eyes for a moment. The tentacles follow you first, but then it shifts. For a moment you’re confused.

Would you be allowed to speak already?

But no, it simply shifts so it can prod at your lips before pushing its way inside. You groan around it, loving how it fills up your mouth perfectly, like it was designed for this.

Knowing Dark, it probably was.

Also, this one doesn’t follow Murdock’s pace, as it starts trusting in and out of your mouth a lot faster.

And fuck, it feels so right.

You start to shiver, and when Murdock shifts his hand so his thumb rubs over your clit, it takes everything in you to not just come on the spot.

Because, you have not been allowed to cum yet.

However, that is quickly changed as Murdock leans forward to mutter in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your skin smelling slightly of mint.

“Come on puppy, cum for me, and cum for your Daddy.” Your gaze slips to Dark who is still just sitting on the couch, just watching the show.

He tilts his head, and then gives a short nod. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth, and clench around Murdock’s fingers as you cum. They both keep fucking you through it, driving and pushing your arousal so high it makes you feel lightheaded.

As Murdock removes his fingers from you, his hand on your jaw makes you focus on him. The tentacle stops fucking your mouth, but it stays, keeping your mouth occupied.

Murdock keeps eye contact as he puts the two fingers that were just inside of you in his own mouth and sucks.

Fuck.

He hums, and you think he has closed his eyes behind his sunglasses.

“How sweet you taste.” He removes his fingers from his mouth, but only so he can tug his gloves off with his teeth. His coat goes next, then the arms of his turtleneck gets rolled up, showing off strong arms.

You watch, already feeling yourself aching with more as Murdock gets a little more undressed. He doesn’t do much with his pants, only opening and showing them down far enough that he can fish his cock out, giving himself a few strokes.

You feel your mouth water, and as you watch his hand move over his cock, you also notice the knife strapped in a thigh holster.

You swallow around the tentacle, and Murdock notices your gaze.

“Liking what you see?” You nod, not even for a moment feeling ashamed to tell the truth.

“Didn’t know your pet was that kind of slut, Dark.”

“My pet is a lot of things.” Is the cold and even reply Murdock gets to his teasing. Murdock huffs, but grins as he steps close to you again. With a grip on your hip, he and the tentacles move you to sink down on his cock.

He stretches you a bit, but it’s nothing you can’t take, you have learned that a long time ago.

You just wish for a moment that you could wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, but Murdock doesn’t leave much time to think, as this time, his pace is harsher and quicker.

The tentacle starts up again as well, fucking you in tandem with Murdock.

You can see Dark watching you with a light smirk, head slightly tilted and resting in his hand. His eyes are fully black, and though you can’t tell too well where his gaze exactly lies for the moment, you’re sure he is very much  watching.

One leg rests up on his knee, and with his hands crossed over his lap, you can’t see if he’s hard or not.

Though you are rather certain he is, because there is no way he would let this continue if he wasn’t getting anything out of it.

Your attention on Dark is broken however, as you feel cold metal press against your collarbone.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give to mark up a pretty little thing like you.” You forget to breathe for a moment, the images flashing through your mind wonderful, and you clench around Murdock’s cock.

“Have you forgotten the no marks rule so fast?” Dark voice is cold, bordering on angry. Murdock only looks over his shoulder with a smirk.

“I don’t think your pup here agrees, not with the way they squeezed my cock.” Dark squints, but gets up from the couch, seconds later appearing behind you.

Murdock clearly startles at the sudden change, but doesn’t stop or even slow down fucking you.

“Is this true pet?” The tentacle in your mouth is removed, and you take a few deep breaths and lick your lips before answering.

“Please Daddy, please, let Murdock cut puppy with his knife, marking puppy up for him and Daddy!” Dark smirks, shaking his head.

“Stop for a moment Murdock.” He hasn’t stopped fucking you, or even slowed down for a second, and now he merely smiles at Dark.

“No.” The response from Dark is immediate. He splits for a moment, and in seconds there is a thick tentacle coiling itself around Murdock’s waist, ceasing any movement.

“It would do you well to remember who is in control here.” Murdock growls, but doesn’t say anything.

You’re shifted around, leaned back by encouraging hands. A few tentacles shift to make some sort of surface underneath you, supporting your back.

Next, your head is turned, making your face on level with Dark’s leaking cock. You don’t even know when he got it out, but you don’t care, moaning around him as Dark pushes himself inside of your mouth. He sinks himself as far in as he can go before coming to a stop, letting himself just rest inside your mouth.

“Shallow cuts only, and if you seriously hurt them, I will do a lot worse to you.”

“Don’t you worry your handsome little head about it.” Dark growls, the ringing that always follows him piercing for a moment. You hear Murdock wince.

“Right, right, I understand, Daddy.” The title is said in spite, and you can only watch from the corner of your eye as the tentacle around Murdock’s waist tightens.

“Careful, or I might have to teach you what happens when you don’t behave.” You see another, smaller, tentacle making it’s way up Murdock’s leg, and though you can’t see exactly, you can guess where with the way Murdock shivers.

“Have I ever said I don’t like that?”

“Interesting...” Finally, Dark starts to move again, sliding in and out of your mouth, making you let out a content sigh.

Murdock is still for a few seconds, but just as he lets out a loud moan, he starts moving again. You rather quickly realize, seeing the way the tentacle around his waist flexes, that Dark is the one moving him. You also see the small tentacle move back and forth, clearly moving in and out of Murdock in shallow trust.

You clench around Murdock, causing him to groan, and even with Dark’s cock in your mouth, you manage to let out a noise that is so, so, desperate.

The knife that had previously been at your collarbone, returns. The metal is still cold, feeling so pleasant against your heated skin. Luckily the pace you’re getting fucked out is slow, which means the quick cut Murdock makes isn’t deep.

It’s just deep enough to draw blood, and you feel Murdock lean down to lap up at least a few drops.

“Should have known you were that kind.”

“Can you blame me? Such a pretty pet on display, so helpless, so fully submissive, and I’m not supposed to taste them in almost every way I can?” Another shallow cut is made, this one on your sternum.

Murdock’s tongue licking up the blood shouldn’t feel this hot. But, with the feeling of that, the way he fucks into your pussy, and with how Dark fills your mouth, you’re getting so warm, so filled, so, so, so close.

It doesn’t help that the room is filled with the slick sound of you being fucked, and Murdock and Dark’s grunts, moans, and groans.

And they show no sign of stopping, both of them fucking into you, filling you over and over again. Murdock keeps making shallow cuts, lapping up the droplets of blood with a wide tongue. Dark grabs your hair, fucking into you mouth, every so often hitting your throat, making you gag around him.

To no one’s surprise, it’s not long before you get close again. Dark of course notices, fine tuned to your body as he is, and a tentacle appears to rub at your clit.

One, two, three times, and then you cum again, clenching hard around Murdock, making the man groan, and with only a few more trusts, spill inside of you.

Dark follows not long after, spilling in your mouth. You swallow as good as you can around him, not wanting a single drop to escape, as a good puppy should.

They both keep trusting in and out of you for a little while, chasing their own highs, making all of your orgasms last as long as possible. When they pull out, you whimper, so sensitive, but so satisfied.

The tentacles shift you again, but this time it’s to set you down on your feet. It’s nice thought, but as soon as they let you go, you fall forward into Murdock, who catches you with a chuckle.

“They’re rather cute like this, I must say.” You sigh, snuggling into his chest, the fabric of his turtleneck soft and warm.

“They tend to be that after a good fucking.” Dark presses himself against your back, keeping you sandwiched between the two of them. “And this was a rather great fucking, wasn’t it puppy?” You nod, feeling your arousal grow again, both at the sound of Dark speaking so close to your ear, but also with how Murdock’s cum leaks out of you.

You hope Murdock will be up for a round two when you can regain some control of your legs again. You know Dark always is.