#NOT JUST SEX (but it does include sex) BUT. PHYSICAL CONTACT. TRUST. THE SIGHT AND SMELL AND FEEL OF ANOTHER PERSON.

[starfoam]

//I'm still thinking about Lorelei, indulgence, and her fear of being a burden

#NO BUT BECAUSE TO LO THE ULTIMATE INDULGENCE *IS* INTIMACY #NOT JUST SEX (but it does include sex) BUT. PHYSICAL CONTACT. TRUST. THE SIGHT AND SMELL AND FEEL OF ANOTHER PERSON. #AND HOW TO HER THE THING THAT KEEPS HER UP AT NIGHT AND GNAWS AT HER CHEST IS LONELINESS AND TOUCH STARVATION #BUT THAT *REQUIRES OTHER PEOPLE* AND SHE CAN'T BRING HERSELF TO ASK FOR WHAT SHE DESPERATELY NEEDS #FOR FEAR OF TRAPPING SOMEBODY IN SOMETHING /THEY/ DON'T WANT THROUGH OBLIGATION #SHE LOVES SO DESPERATELY AND DOESN'T THINK SHE DESERVES TO ASK FOR IT AND I #AAAAAAAAAH

[softjakehoon]

Remember Me pt. 2

Pairing: y/n and jay

includes: fluff? angst if you think hard enough lol, suggestive behaviour, friends with benefits with jay?? jealousy? 

ps: there will be more smut to this story, I just have to build up y/n and jay’s friendship first. stay tuned for the next update!!

Read part 1 here.

You both took your time in fixing your fucked out looks before returning to the living area. Jay immediately grabbed your waist, assisting you to sit on the couch.

"Are you okay, y/n? I shouldn't have given you a drink, I always forget how easily you get drunk every time. I'm sorry, love." Jay gave you an apologetic look. And being the caring best friend he is, he stayed by your side making sure you're comfortable the whole night. Meanwhile, both you and Jake have been exchanging looks and smiles at each other. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious, Jay definitely sensed that something has happened between you two. Although he doesn’t want to go too far as to where both of you had sex already. This is literally your first time hanging out with his friend and he knows you’re not the type of person to sleep around guys you’re not in a relationship with. He knows you like the back of his hand, he thought to himself. His hands caressing your left knee to comfort you through the night.

By 11 pm, most of Jay's visitors had gone home. Heeseung left a couple of minutes ago saying he has somewhere to go. Sunghoon and Jake also said their goodbyes to both you and Jay. 

"Y/n, come on. Let's go to bed already, you need to rest." You almost forgot Jay's presence due to the alcohol in your system. You both went to his room, Jay carefully placing you on his bed. 

"Let me clean your face, y/n. just lay there, I'll take care of you." He always did this. Every time you slept over to his place, he took care of you as if you guys were a married couple. He carefully wiped your makeup with some makeup wipes, making sure you won't sleep with makeup and dirt on your face. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and placed it beside you.

"Arms up, love. You need to change your clothes into something more comfortable.”  You obeyed him like a puppy. He has seen you in your undies before so you didn't mind taking your shirt off in front of him. You suddenly remembered that you weren't wearing anything underneath your dress. You were thankful that your lower body was covered in his blanket so he wouldn't see your core. You realized this is the first time he is seeing you topless, but you were too wasted to care.

Jay looked flustered at the sight in front of him, you thought it was cute since you know he always sees girls naked anyway, why is he acting this way? 

"You're blushing." You teased him. 

"I'm not. stop it, hurry up already. Aren’t you cold?" You finally put on his shirt. Jay is so much taller than you are so whenever you wear his shirts, you look like you're wearing a dress so your lower area will still be covered, you thought to yourself. 

"I'll wash up first, drink some water and take the medicine on the bedside table. You'll thank me tomorrow, love." He kissed your forehead and then proceeded to the bathroom after making sure you're all tucked in and comfortable. 

You stared at the ceiling for god knows how long. Your mind wandered to the thought of what happened between you and Jake earlier. The sex was beyond amazing, though you felt uncomfortable sleeping with someone you barely even know. You never understood Jay’s fuckboy image, how does he do this every single time? You didn’t like asking him too much about his flings or girlfriends so you don’t actually know much about them. 

“Oh god, was that a one-time thing as well?” Your mind is panicking from the thought. You didn’t get the chance to ask for his contact number or to clarify the status between you two. You clearly told him that you like him, but he didn’t say anything back. You cursed yourself. You've always been like this, so easy to give yourself to someone, to trust them with all your emotions and everything you've got. You grabbed a fistful of your hair out of frustration, unfortunately, Jay clearly saw your annoyance. 

"What's wrong, y/n? Does your head hurt? Come here, I'll help you fall asleep.” He laid beside you and let you rest your head on his chest.

Jay is a sensitive person. He knows that you’re putting up a facade. He can see through all the changes in your expression but he’s not gonna ask you to open up if you’re uncomfortable with it. For now, he wants to savor this moment. Ever since you both went to different universities you barely had time to bond with each other. When was the last time you slept over to his place? When was the last time he saw you wearing his shirt while you’re all comfortable in his bed? When was the last time he held you trapped in his arms? You were clingy, he wasn’t. But you were the only person he loves to cuddle with.

You continued to snuggle up to his chest, relaxing to the slow beating of his heart. “I’m sorry for not behaving tonight. Not gonna happen again.” You pouted at him.

“Why? You were pretty behaved in my opinion. Except for exposing me earlier. Unless.. Don’t tell me- did you do something behind my back?” Jay tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Wha- noooo. I didn’t do anything. Jake and I just went to the balcony to get some fresh air.” You tried to act innocent. You don’t want to let him know about what happened between you and Jake, not when you don’t know what really just happened.

“I didn’t know you were that close.” Jay tried to sound as normal as he could. Why is he getting nervous all of a sudden?

“He seems like a nice guy. We just talked about you and your sex life, tbh. He said a lot of pretty embarrassing things, you know.” You chuckled, you had no choice but to lie for now. Hopefully, he plays around.

“What? Sex life? What did he say?” He looked at you with wide eyes. 

“He told me how much of a slut you are.” You teased him.

“Careful, love. Don’t call me that. You won’t know how I would react.” He suddenly looked at you with a serious expression.

You both shared eye contact with each other, his lips slowly touching yours. You froze from the sudden physical contact, but for some reason, your body didn’t move away from him. Instead, you kissed him back with the same pace. Your mind panicking about what is currently happening. 

You pulled away after realization hits you.

“Hey, d-don’t do things like that. Best friends don’t kiss each other. I-” You tried to make an excuse for kissing him back but he cut you off by placing his finger in your lips.

“I know. Just forget about it. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything else especially when you smell so much like my friend.” He turned his back away from you, silence wrapping you both like a blanket. “Good night, y/n.” He softly whispered just enough for you to hear.

“Right. Goodnight, Jay.” You shyly replied. Embracing the awkwardness between you two. 

“Oh god, he knew that I fucked his friend in his apartment. This is so embarrassing.” You thought to yourself as you tried your best to sleep.

#enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen requests #jay x reader #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun

[madllamamomma]

The Visitor~ Part 5 (SMUT TIME!)

[Warning: The following is NSFW, 18+ including, smut, blood/gore, possibly triggering situation. Please read with viewer discretion.]

Part 5~

“... Home Is With You”~

Just before the clock chimes at quarter til, frazzled and sweating, Rhemi unlocks the door to the shop and lifts the protection spell, barreling in like a cyclone.

Expecting her to do as such, Asra comes out of the next room where he was reading a book and greets his friend. Lazily, he leans into the doorframe shaking his head with a delightful chuckle. “Keeping it kinda close are we?” He teases, pointing his chin to the coo-coo clock.

“Yeah yeah yeah—” She replied with a grin, rolling her eyes, pulling up her sleeves, and throwing her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head.

Hastily, she gets to work on the finishing touches of the potion for Mrs. Edilen, the very sweet elderly woman who helped run the newly built orphanage.

With just a mere minute to spare, the front door opens. Right on time as always. In comes Mrs. Edilen is dressed in a pastel blue and brown , but unexpectedly she isn’t alone. She comes in with her hands looped around a familiar muscular large arm. Seeing who it belonged to make the apprentice’s heart flutter--Of course it was Muriel’s. “... Thank you, my dear boy. You’re always so kind. I don’t know what I did without you and Rhemi around.”

“.... You’re welcome, Mrs. Edilen.” He mumbles with a bright red blush staining his cheeks, unable to tolerate her compliment. He’s gotten so much better at accepting compliments, but he’s still always so bashful when he does. It’s just too cute.

“Well hello there, Mrs. Edilen! I see you pick up another handsome man on your walk here~” Asra greets laying over the counter lazily.

“Oh why, yes! I have!” She plays along with a cute grin. “...‘Fraid he’s not even half my age—But if I was thirty years younger!” With a wink, she playfully nudges Muriel gently in his side.

“M-M-Mrs. Edilen!” Muriel adorably grumbles, embarrassed yet strangely flattered.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Edilen!” Rhemi sings, pouring the potion into the glass vial so she can seal it with a cork.

The old woman pats the top of Muriel's forearm, continuing to shower him with compliments. “You’re quite a catch, dearie! And so is she—” As Rhemi comes closer, she unloops her arm and hugs the apprentice gently. “Hello dear, you are looking radiant and beautiful as always.”

“Awww. So are you! You’re going to make Muriel and I have fat heads with all this flattery, Mrs. Edilen.”

“Zachary, Lilian and little Nathan said they saw you today at the fountain with a man in a fancy cape. They said that it was your father from another country! Is that true??”

An unwanted wave of dread washes over the apprentice with the mention of her father, but she quickly stifles her bad feelings and smiles even more, half faking it. “Y-... Yes! We met yesterday by rather strange circumstances—but we’re now getting to know each other. I showed him around Vesuvia today.”

Touched, the old woman presses her right palm to her chest. “Ohhhh! Well isn’t that just lovely! I am so happy that you have been reunited with your father. It breaks my heart that most of the children at the orphanage will never know their real parents...  But I just hope one day they will have a family of their own.”

“Thank you.” Rhemi mutters before handing her the vial. “—Here ya go! Freshly made ‘Rhemi’s radical rheumatism remedy potion’!”

“Ohhhh. Thank you dear.” She gratefully says handing the few coins.

Rhemi never liked to charge the woman more than what it costs for ingredients. It’s not like the orphanage made very much, yet the woman did everything she could for those kids. It seemed like the least Rhemi could do for her.

Glancing up to the cuckoo-clock Mrs. Edilan makes an adorable little startled sound. “OH! Look at the time! Look at the time! The children will be expecting me for supper soon. Well, I won’t keep you all waiting. Good night, my dearies.”

“W- wait!.... I’ll walk you home…. Getting dark out.” Muriel offers glaring to the outside the near widow with heavy suspicion.

The woman shakes her head slightly giving him a pointed look. “And take you away from this lovely little thing?” She says gesturing to his fiancée. “Oh no!-- No. No. Noooooo! I’ll be just fine, thank you! I’m old but I’m tougher than I look!” She says with a wink flexing her right bicep, bat-winged and slightly shaky from old age.

Muriel can’t help but drop his head a bit and smile at her humorous self, but he seems persistent. “I… I know you are, Mrs. Edilan. But three men were murdered a few blocks away and were much younger and stronger than you, and the culprit has yet to be caught… Could be dangerous walking alone...”

Rhemi, Asra, and Mrs. Edilan all stand there for a little while taking in what Muriel just announced. It is all rather shocking news to them, there hasn’t been a lot of violence since the siege against Lucio and his army last year, let alone murders.

Worry in the poor woman’s brown eyes she half covers her mouth with her hand still quite shocked. “Ohhh… Oh my! Well… I haven't heard about that…”

“People at the market told me about it…” He adds.

Asra takes his hat, vest and bag with faust wrapped warmly under his clothes. “Here Mrs. Edilan, I’m headed that way to meet someone. Why don’t you join me? We’ll protect each other.” He laughs at the last part with his cute mischievous fox-like grin.

A warm smile sprouts on the old woman’s face showing all her wrinkles in her cheeks, but makes her look just as sweet and kind. “Oh you all are such kind souls… Well... I suppose since you’re headed that way, I’d love to.” She then turns and apologetically pats Muriel’s arm. “Sorry, Muri. Looks like I’ve got another hot date.”

Shoulders shaking from holding in his laughter, Muriel attempts to hide his smile and nods his head. “I see that.”

“No hard feelin’s right?”

He laughs through his nose softly. “Not at all.”

“Hey, Asra. Ya headed to the Rowdy Raven tonight?” Rhemi quickly interjects.

“You know it~” Asra says with a ginger toothy smile, obviously happy to have some fun plans tonight as he walks to the front door.

Just before the two leave out the door, Rhemi quickly calls out, “A-Asra??”

They both stop in their tracks and look at her, perplexed at the tone of almost urgency in her voice.

Unable to make eye contact with her friend, her father’s rude words suddenly swimming around her head, she glances to the ground remorsefully. “W-.... When you see Ilya….. please tell him I’m so sorry.”

All three of them look at her oddly, Asra flutters his white eyelashes and tilts his head. “W-Why? Did you two get into another disagreement?”

She sheepishly rubs her arm glancing at the mess on the glass countertop not very sure if she should talk about that. “No… not-.... not exactly… but he’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.” She walks over with a small bag of gold coins from her pocket and places it into Asra’s hand. “Tell ‘em. His drinks are on me tonight.”

Staring at the coin bag in his hand, Asra wants to ask so badly what happened today, but knowing Ilya, I’ll soon find out. Now is not the time anyways with Mrs. Edlian here. “O-oh…. well.. alright then. Goodnight you two.” He finally waves while heading out the door placing his hat on his head.

“Night, see you tomorrow.” Rhemi says with a soft grin.

As soon as they both leave, Rhemi locks it from the inside and places the locking spell on the door. And places her back to the door with a heavy sigh.

“.... Something wrong?” Muriel asks with a concerned look standing a few feet away. “Something happened today?... —Something bad?” His eyes widen while slight panic rings in his voice as his thoughts race. He still didn’t trust Martin, something in his gut told him that something bad was going to happen today, and every possible negative scenario runs through his head.

With his heartfelt moan, Rhemi shuffles over to the messy countertop so she can start to clean it. However the sight of it just makes her tired, so she decides to just push it all over to one side and deal with it later.

“.... I…. Well… let’s just say… it didn’t go the way I thought it would have.” She mumbles melting her upper body on the glass countertop, the long day finally taking its toll on her. Emotionally and physically, she’s exhausted, and the day isn’t even over yet.

So much has happened today. Learning about Phara… About her and her mother being abducted from their own home… About how her father wanted her and Muriel to move to Charlès—About how her father was apparently a homophobic—Oh geez. I almost forgot about that part. She whines to herself.

The last thing she wanted to tell Muriel was about that part—especially knowing his own sexuality… Now that she thought about it, all her friends and even her fiancé are queer. She was the different one out of the bunch. And she wasn’t even sure about that completely, its not like she had much experience, nor did she remember her sex life before she died. Not to mention that her fiancè was close to tossing him out yesterday. No—telling Muriel will only make him dislike the man even more, and that isn’t what she wanted.

Muriel slunks his tall body over to the counter and pushes his fiancée’s long bangs out of her face and she looks up at him with one eye. Tenderly, he leans down and places a few featherlight kisses on her temple and she feels her heart flutter for a peaceful moment. Carefully he then leans over the counter with her on the opposite side. “What happened?” He asks just over a whisper.

With a long inhale, Rhemi picks up her head to look at her lover. Muriel reaches over and holds her hand in his and they interlace their digits together like they always did.

“.... A.. A lot happened today,” she continued. “…. Some good… Some… not…. so good… My father doesn’t like Vesuvia for some reason… But the most important thing—”

“....Yes?”

“.... I….. I learned about Phara today…. The person he was asking about yesterday…. and why we haven’t seen each other in such a long time….”

“...Oh?”

“Apparently… Mum and I were…… were kidnapped.” She somehow gets out, her gaze fixed on the floorboards.

“O-...Oh?.... Hmmm…. That’s…. ah…. ” He awkwardly trails off, unsure what to say. Knowing how he felt when Khamgalai told him about his parents, it’s a lot for a person to process. He could only imagine what it was like being alone when she learned this. He scratches his head and bends his neck towards the other side of the shop. “....Wanna go sit on the couch?...Talk about it there?”

Rhemi silently nods and he takes her hand leading her to the velvet couch. He sits down and she sits next to him then lays her head on his chest. Gently he places his chin on the top of her head and they snuggle up tightly, enjoying their company for a moment.

“I miss you today.” He says softly, giving her a loving squeeze with his arm.

“I missed you too.” She sighs feeling somewhat relieved being in Muriel’s embrace. It always felt better with him there.

Finally, after a few moments of recharging herself, she starts the story about her day.

She goes on how Phara, her ex-magic tutor abducted her and her mother many years ago. How she was an evil witch who practiced dark magics and even taught evil things to poor young and vulnerable Rhemi who didn’t know any better at the time. How the witch nearly killed her father was burned so badly that left a terrible scar all up his right arm.

“Do… Do you know where she went?” Muriel asks rather shocked about all of this. “Is she still a threat to us?”

“... No…I don’t.” She mumbles almost frustratedly. “... I don’t remember this woman at all!... Her name doesn’t feel familiar to me either, let alone if she’d come back one day.”

Stumped at finding words, Muriel looks at his lover’s saddened expression, knowing what she was thinking. With his left hand he holds her chin, turning it towards him to meet her eyes. “Hey ...... Just because she was bad, doesn’t mean you are, Rhemi. You’re the best person I know.” His words were kind and genuine, but they gave little comfort to her.

With an unconconviced huff, she pulls away, averting her eyes. “I… I don’t know about that…” All she could think about was this morning and her work with the blood magic. She never mentioned it to Asra either because she had a feeling like he wouldn’t approve of her experimenting with ‘self mutilating’ spells. Now this all feels so dirty. Is that why she feels like she has to lie all the time? Especially when it came to her feelings?

“What do you mean?” He asks, sounding so sad while furrowing his brow.

“I-.... Just…” She stutters then her words turn into unintelligible mumbles. Fumbling for an explanation, her shoulders dropped already over this topic. This just isn’t the time to process this. She thinks to herself. “Nothing, Love… just forget I said anything.”

Tempted to prying further, he opens his mouth, but seeing this tired expression, she clearly doesn’t want to talk about that anymore. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel probed, make her shut down. For now he closes his mouth, slightly nodding his head to himself.

A silence takes over as they both sit there on the couch hearing the seconds on the clock tick by. Finally, Muriel moves on. “....So…. ah…. What happened at tea?”

A large scoff escapes her lips as she dramatically drops her head thinking about this dreadful afternoon.

“Ugghhhh!—Good god... This afternoooooooonnn!…” She whines, now pulling on her face, making it long and funny looking before letting go. “.... My father was a bit…. abrasive... Especially to Julian… He kinda said something offensive to him.”

“Someone offended Ilya? Our Ilya??.... Well….. that’s new. Usually it’s the other way around. At least with you anyways.” Muriel chuckles a little trying to lighten the mood, making Rhemi crack a small grin. “... So… What’d he say to him?”

A bead of sweat formed on her brow as he asks that. She doesn’t want to lie, but she doesn’t want to tell him the truth either. “I… I dunno if I should say.”

“—It was either racist or homophobic.” He says rather blankly, casually scratching the scruff on his neck.

Surprised, she feels a little hot in her face and she flutters her eyelashes. “How-... how’d you know?”

He snorts with a sharp shrug as he stretches his long arms, cracking in his shoulder and neck a little. “Had a feelin’… He’s oozing with closed mindedness, toxic masculinity, bigotry…” He looks as if he’s going to go on and on, but seeing her distraught expression, he suddenly stops and clears his throat before quietly mumbling under his breath, “... Ya get the idea…”

“Well…” She says with a fake grin, lightly smacking his thigh before standing up and heading back over to the counter. “I’ll let your imagination answer that one for you then....”

As soon as she reaches the counter to start cleaning her mess, he gives her a pointed look. Just staring, waiting for her to crack. Yet, she doesn’t budge, cleaning up the used ingredients, purposely not looking at him.

Shaking his head slightly he snorts, “..... You really aren't gonna tell me, are you?”

Finally, she meets his eyes, pressing her lips together hard and shaking her head too. “.... No…. Sorry. Maybe later.”

The mountain man grumbles, obviously wanting to know, burning a hole through her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get away with ending it like that, Rhemi huffs, and she pauses her cleaning for a moment with a large exhale through her nose. “.... Let’s just say... It wasn’t very nice of him to say. But it wasn’t the worst thing either… I-... I guess—Look! The most important thing is that I took my father aside immediately and I told him not to talk to my friends like that again.”

“.... Okay.” Muriel says with an unsatisfied shrug. “Kinda vague. But okay.”

The unsurprised expression on his face about her father being so rude somehow makes her heart sink and quickly she just goes on the defensive. “Bu-But Charlès is apparently a very conservative country. He…. He’s just a product of his surroundings! It doesn’t make him a bad person or anything!... I-I’m sure my father just needs some time to-…. to get to know everyone. Once he knows how awesome all of you are, and how amazing the wedding will be, he’ll apologize! I really think I can change his mind...”

The hermit’s expression melts into more of a remorseful one as after she utters that. Sometimes she could be so naive, she at least selfware of that about herself, but this takes the cake. But worst of all, he knows that she’s wiser than that.

“N-..... Not everyone is able to change Rem. Sometimes… People don’t want to.” He softly mutters.

“Well, I-….. I know I can change his mind.” She remarks with such a bullheaded tone and flaring her nostrils as she scrubbs the glass with a potion to make the glass sparkle and shine.

Poor Muriel didn’t know how to follow up with that. When Rhemi made up her mind about things like this, there was no coming back from it. At least for the time being. Best to let it go for now. He thinks to himself and shutting his mouth and grumbles to himself.

With the front counter now nice, shiny, and sparkling clean, Rhemi stands there, admiring her work. And the two of them then remain silent for about a minute, Muriel fiddles with a green shirt, while Rhemi plays with a piece of her hair. The softness of the ends always makes her soothe her when her mind is troubling her. She knows all too well that she needs to mention what her father requested before the day is over. This was going to be the hardest thing to discuss. Martin will be expecting an answer by tomorrow.

Clearing her throat to break the silence, Rhemi grabs Muriel’s attention once again and he looks up at her dainty face. “Also…. Before I left to come here…. My father asked me something….”

“What’s that?” Muriel asks, happy that she broke the deafening awkward silence.

“He…. He asked if we’d…. move to Charlès with him…. So we can be closer to him… Be a family again.”

“T-To- ….To Charlès?! ..... To stuck-up city central??” Muriel raises an eyebrow, then slowly sputters into a little laughter, folding his arms and pressing his back to the couch. “Funny…” Surely, she wasn’t being serious. Right?

Rhemi’s glances over to Muriel without the faintest smile, completely serious, conflicted even. His amused smile drops into an almost disgusted sneer as his eyes widen feeling his heart drop.

“You're joking… right?” He mumbles. “..... Please tell me you are.”

“Afraid not….” She mumbles back, tossing the rag that she was using to clean the counter to the back room to wash it later.

This can’t be happening. He thinks to himself. The first answer that comes to his mind is, ‘Hell FUCKIN’ no!’. Part of him really wants to shout that on the top of his lungs. But it’s hard to yell or get mad when she has such a sad pouty look on her face.

With a large exhale, he scratches his neck pondering hard, he finally utters. “Well..... what do you want to do?.... Do you want to go?”

Rhemi sighs heavily, plopping upper body onto the glass counter. This is going to be such a tough conversation, probably the toughest one they’ve had yet. God only knows how much the man hates change. “I…. I dunno. It didn't occur to me what would happen after all of this…. Until yesterday, all I was worried about was the wedding… But now?.....I-…. I just don’t know.”

“.... Do you even remember that place?”

“No… not really.” She huffs.

“Hmpf.....” He quietly grumbles as he scowls, staring at the opposite wall. “... Una and Gilbert didn’t ask us to stay with them in the south—”

“—Una and Gilbert aren’t your parents, Mur.” Rhemi snaps without thinking and her brow furrows. How did I know he wasn’t going to be happy about this…. She ponders to herself feeling so stressed.

Muriel glances back at with a bit of pain in his eyes, making her regret her words. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it like that. “Sorry...” She mumbles.

“.... Still… I think that’s a lot to ask when you barely know this guy… We just met him yesterday.”

“I…. I know….” Unbeknownst to her, her face grows even sadder looking, and Muriel can’t help but soften his gaze.

Perhaps what she said was a bit harsh, but it is true. Una and Gilbert aren’t his parents. However, Martin is her father, and seems to be the only biological kin she has left. But to ask for them to relocate hundreds of miles away across the sea? It all seems ridiculous. But…. Now that he thinks about it, if Muriel’s family in the south did ask for them to stay, Rhemi would have gone along with it without question. She always strives for his happiness, even if it means moving into a forieign culture and living as a nomad. Muriel wanted to see her happy too. She deserves it…

Obviously this is very sudden for the poor girl too, it’s a lot to process and being inflexible and stubborn really won’t help at all with the stress she’s under. Might even make her resent him if he doesn’t even slightly consider it. The timing couldn't be any worse for all of this to come about. But that’s life apparently, riddled with constant inconveniences and irritations.

Stepping out of his comfort zone is one thing, but a new bustling city filled with homophobes across the Salty Sea is another. He just got back to normal society just a year ago, and this city was small compared to the capital there. At least people here are for the most part respectful to the tall mountain man. Who knows what kind of treatment he’ll get in Charlès… This is all just so frightening…

Muriel glances back up at his bride, seeing her pretty face as she pounders about this conviction herself, looking so torn and unsure. The unknown might be terrifying, and slightly unbearable for Muriel…. But in the end, Rhemi was always worth it. He could imagine his life without her, neither did he care to think about it.

Maybe the asshole wouldn’t be so bad once he’s back home in his normal surroundings. He uncharacteristically thinks to himself (optimism has finally rubbed off on him). That was her home… Perhaps she misses it there more than he’s letting on….. I don’t want to be selfish…

The hermit huffs standing to his feet slowly trundling over to where she’s standing. He takes both her hands in his staring down at them, lovingly stroking them with his thumbs. “B-But…. if you wanted to go... I’ll come with you no matter what… I want to see you happy… EvenifthatmeansmovingtoSnobfuckin’City.” He quickly mutters that last part.

Picking up her slumped body off of the countertop she looks into Muriel’s green eyes and he gazes back. She could tell what he said was genuine and from his heart, and a soft love drunk smile overtook her face.

He shrugs with a gripe looking expression. “.... Might not like it, but… I want you to be happy…. Home is with you…. And I love you.” He adds with a cute, but smugiush grin.

She quickly runs around the counter and leaps into his arms, and wraps her arms around Muriel’s neck peppering him with kisses on his stubbled cheek. After she’s had her fill, she rests her forehead against his with a goofy smile.

“Thank you, Muriel.” Rhemi mutters. As Muriel sets her feet back down to the floor, his hands now resting on her small waist, her hands on his abdominal muscles; her expression so relieved, yet still, she’s still unsure. “It means so much for you to say that. It really does…. But I just don’t know if I want to go. I mean…. Will we even be happy there?... I know nothing about that place anymore! What if we move there and it’s terrible? What if Inanna can’t be with us? What if there isn’t any forest around to get away from everything?...”

Pausing for a moment to ponder on, she takes this time to adjust his shirt, using her hand to flatten the wrinkles she created. “... Vesuvia is all I really know. It’s my home… Our home. We grew up here. Our friends are here. I… I don’t think I want to settle somewhere else.” Muriel takes his right hand on her jawline, stroking it sweetly with his thumb as he continues to listen.

She places her hand on top of his and words start to flow out of her mouth freely like a river, no hesitation or conflict at all. “Muri. I want to start our family here….. I… I want us to raise our children here. I want them to be free to learn whatever interests them and be whoever they want to be. I don’t want to leave the home we made in the woods nor the shop. And worst of all, we’d be even further from your family in the Steppe! Our children wouldn't have any exposure to their heritage! That wouldn't be fair at all!”

Finally, Rhemi pulls away, an endearing determined and confident expression now on her face. The answer is clear as day to her now. Holding both of his hands in hers and glances up to meet his green gaze. “... Ya know what? I’ve made up my mind… I’m happy you’re willing to change things just for my sake. But I don’t want to go either…. My father just has to understand that we just belong in Vesuvia. Perhaps instead, we can just visit Charlès every so often.”

Relieved at her decision, Muriel lets the tension in his body unwind, overjoyed to know that they are on the same page about it. “We can do that.” He says with a cute grin.

“E-.... Even if you don’t like him?” She says a little quieter, guiding his hands to wrap around her waist again, her eyes reminiscent of a puppy’s.

With a snort he slowly leans down matching her volume and squeezes her body affectionately. “..... Even if I don’t like him.”

“Even if you hate Charlès?” She mutters just above a whisper, now standing on her tippy toes inching closer and closer to his lips again, her fingers grazing his bottom lip.

“Even if I hate that place.” He replies sweetly back, starting to melt into her touch.

She smiles cutely and kisses his cheek. “I love you, Muri.”

“I love you too… But I’m never gonna call you Rhemielia. Even if it’s your ‘real’ name.”

“Okay. What are you gonna call me then?” She asks with a flirtatious laugh.

He matches her smiles, showing his teeth sweetly and runs his fingers through her hair. “Well... Was hoping, ‘my wife’ in less than two weeks.” He chuckles, but as soon as he utters that he stiffens and red stains across his cheek and smacks his forehead with his other hand. “—I blame you for this! Your awful corny humor is rubbing off on me…” He says so incredibly embarrassed, but Rhemi smiles wide and stupidly, loving his embarrassed face.

“Alright, that did it—”

Rhemi pushes Muriel to the velvet couch and he plops to a seat. “D-...Did what?”

“... Made me want to give you your dessert before dinner~” She says as she drops to her knees in front of him.

Muriel makes a shaky, yet lustful exhale feeling an erection blossoming as she rubs his large legs. Sluggishly making her way up to undo his belt buckles and her offers no hesitation as she pulls down his trousers. The saliva pools behind her teeth as his large cock sprouts out, eager to taste him.

“And what about your dessert—ahhhh, fuckkk~” He grunts at the end of his sentence just as Rhemi licks the shaft of his large hard member.

“Tee-hee~ You don’t think this is a treat for me? Mmmmm~”

“Rem, R-Rem…” He whispers, running his fingers through her burgundy hair as she teases the tip with her tongue. “Wha—…. what if Asra comes back?”

She smiles and flicks her wrist to the door, laying her head on his thigh, slowly stroking his fat cock with her other hand. “There. I added another spell, and I think he’ll get the message.” She reassures him as she continues to go back to work on kissing, licking and sucking his fat cock. Slowly, he begins to relax more and more and takes off his green long sleeved shirt, feeling a bit warm despite this cool afternoon. The hermit now practically melted into the velvet couch, sluggishly thrusting his hips with each stroke.

Glancing into his mossy green eyes, Rhemi reveles in his vulnerable horny expression. “You’re so cute when you make that face, Muri.” She utters breathily.

She can feel him shutter as the skin on his face turns to a dark red, showing that classic Muriel embarrassed expression that she also loved. “.....S-Stop being so hot!” He grumbles trying to sound grumpy as he stares right into her crimson eyes as she continues to lick his fat cock as if it were a piece of tangy tasting hard candy.

She stops for a moment and giggles with a devilishly mischievous grin and teases his testicles. “Why? Does it make you wanna cum even more?~.”

Cocking his head back and closing his eyes, he almost grits through his teeth as his pelvis thrusts from pleasure. “Fuuuuuck, Rem! Damn… Why do you gotta say that??”

“Tee-hee~ Cause it turns you on. And makes your dick harder.” She mutters before licking the very tip of his cock in small circles making him groan even more.

As Rhemi takes him into her mouth again, enjoying the salty taste of his precum as she sucks him off making cute little moans, enjoying every moment pleasuring him. Muriel’s breathing starts to become shallower and shallower as he becomes infused with the velvet couch, trying his best to stifle the moans and groans seeping out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a very lewd and interesting idea pops into Rhemi’s mind as her mind somehow wanders into the book she was reading recently (The Magic of Kama Sutra and Other Passionate Ways to Love. A book from Nopal). It was apparently rather common practice, and it seemed to have been very enjoyable for the man.

“I think I have an idea…. Can I try it out?” She whispers looking up so adorably with her large crimson eyes.

Muriel bits his lower lip and silently nods his head in agreement and Rhemi smiles, wiggling her hips like she does when she gets excited. Slowly she unbuttons her shirt, keeping her corset belt on, showcasing her plump naked breasts. The way they make them pop out is amazing and Muriel can’t believe his eyes right now. Every time she takes off her top, it’s like looking at her for the first time. His body is shaky, breathless, face hot and heart beating. Blowing hot air out his mouth, unable to control his staring as she caresses his heavy legs and starts to kiss and lightly nibble his inner thighs.

“Th- th- that is not fair!” He whimpers.

A hard but hot groan creeps out of his mouth, contrary to what he says, he always loves it when she kisses him there.

She starts to stroke him with her right hand and lifts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do either of us play fair?” Lubing up his cock by licking his large shaft from bottom up to the very tip, Rhemi sluggishly pulls away, and keeps her tongue sticking out her tongue, letting hermit see the saliva oozing out of her mouth. He can’t help but shiver at the sight, making his dick twitch and his brow beads with sweat.

“God...damn—..... You’re so beautiful.” He says so sweetly as his fingers lace through her soft brownish red hair.

“Tell me if this feels good, ok?” She whispers sensually, tucking her hair behind her ear so it doesn’t get in the way. Nesting his cock in between her large breasts, she presses them together with both of her hands and starts to move her torso as she sucks on the very tip.

“This—This… is….. Really…. different…” He struggles to get out, unable to think straight, face burning hot.

“Do…. you not like it?” She asks while coming up for air, pausing for a moment to ensure he was happy.

A hard snort rolls out of his mouth and he slowly shakes his head. “D-.... Didn’t say that….” He mutters with a cute sexy chuckle, his hips twitching and moving on their own, seemingly enjoying watching as his member moves between her tits.

“Good~” She whispers back with a smirk, going straight back to business, pressing her boobs together around his cock and stuffing the tip in her mouth.

The more she continued, the more difficult it was to keep his mind straight. Only able to keep his thoughts on the marvelous sensation in between his legs. Her little muffled moans make it harder and harder to keep himself from exploding. Then, on the verge of it all, Rhemi gives him a sweet glance upwards and their eyes meet; her expression so lewd, yet so loving and sweet. Suddenly, Muriel throws back his head, shutting his eyes tightly and a loud hot groan emanates from his lungs and his fingers dig into the velvet cushions of the couch and warm liquid erupts like a volcano everywhere.

What. A. Fucking. Mess.

The thick white goop is everywhere. In her hair, all over her chest and hands, on her face and even dripping down her lips. Both of them were a little surprised at the messy result.

A look of horror suddenly strikes poor Muriel’s face, every visible inch of his flesh is red and hot with embarrassment. “Ah shit! I-... I’m sor--”

Rhemi silences his unneeded apology as she takes her finger and licks up the cum off of it giving him a lustful expression. “Well…. Someone really enjoyed his dessert~” She mutters sweetly rather enjoying herself.

Absolutely dumbfounded, the poor man just stares at her lost for words, but now his face is red for a different reason entirely.

Muriel comes back rather quickly with a towel and sheepishly hands it to her, not very sure how he feels about the mess he made. But as Rhemi wipes the cum off her tits, she smiles looking rather pleased with herself, and somehow it makes his desire for her all over again.

“Sooo. Whatcha thinkin’ for dinner?” Rhemi asks, getting the last of the cum off her face, slightly changing her tune.

Silent, Muriel comes from behind and crouches down to her level wrapping his arms tenderly around her waist. Tenderly, he starts to pepper her neck with passionate kisses, slowly caressing her breasts and feeling her warm skin.

“That isn’t an answer!” She teases, but she leans into his touch and giggles cutely.

“... You sound pretty good right now…” He sweetly whispers in her ear, then nibbles on her shoulder and reaches for her folds through her pants.

Before she could think of something to say, a deeply sensual moan escaped her lips and her legs grew weak. The feeling of his teeth lightly her flesh and his fingers rubbing in between her thighs makes her mind go completely blank. All she could think about was how much she loved his gentle touch and the way he groans makes her go crazy with lust. He then starts to unfasten her pants.

“What are you doin’?~” She mumbles, rearing her to look at him, biting her lower lip and running her fingers through his dark hair. Catching that sexy primal look in his eyes when he wants to fuck her.

Without another word, he scoops her up, placing her backwards on the couch, sitting on her knees and hands naturally holding the back of it. He pulls down the back of her pants, he starts to kiss her shoulders, her spine and works his way down all the way to her hips. She feels him pull down his trousers, exposing his erect member yet again.

Not the slightest hint of hesitation, she arches her back feeling herself becoming hot and wet, opening her legs to invite him in. He takes a moment and exhales a hot air as he marvels at her beauty, caressing her body with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. He then licks his right middle and ring figure, lubing her pussy, rubbing her folds and fucking her with his finger. His warm digits send little electric shocks waves from her clit as he pulls in and out of her now soaking entrance. Her body now feeling light and aroused, her breathing more shallow, sexy, and airy, she turns around her upper body with a begging expression on her face. “F-Fuck, Muri…” She mutters.

Unable to withhold himself a moment longer, Muriel lines himself up with Rhemi’s hips and slowly enters her tight pussy with his knee resting on the couch, both hands gripping her ass. The two now start to get into a rhythm, thrusting their hips faster and harder and enjoying pleasurable sensations and wet fleshly sounds.

Feeling him go deeper and harder, their grunt and moans start to increase as well. Rhemi’s hand braces the top of the couch, while the other reaches round to hold his wrist wanting to hold him closer. Muriel then takes his arm and wraps it around her neck holding her to his chest, carefully bracing her so he doesn’t choke her, just restraining her.

A startled grunt and her stiff body pulls him back to his senses and he  Afraid that he might be too aggressive with her. “....This ok?” He whispers.

But to his surprise, she holds her hands on his forearm, putting it back to where it was and she thrusts her hips down onto his cock even more. Loving this new position, she softly says. “D-... Don’t stop!.... I like it when you hold me.”

Allowing himself to get swept up in the moment yet again, he holds her jawline turning towards him and kisses her hard, their tongues dancing behind their lips muffling her moans as he fucks her harder, pressing her against the back of the couch.

Feeling her face becoming warm, her body tingly, the pressure building behind her abdominal muscles like a damn about to burst, spirially into an orgasim. “Muri!~” She moans, holding his forearm even tighter as she pants faster and faster. “....I-.... I wanna cumm~”

“S-... Shit….” He grunts, losing his mind at her words, feeling himself get closer as well. “Feels good?” He asks, matching her volume as he moves his free hands to her left tit to squeeze it.

She nods, closing her eyes, moaning even louder as she reaches her right hand and pulls his hair. “D-..Do-...Don’t st-...stop… Please! Don’t stop!” Her voice is now even higher pitched and breathless, and repeats over and over again. Rhemi’s body starts to slightly convulse, cumming hard and she lets out a loud and sharp moan and shouts Muriel’s name. Her body now feeling so light and relaxed, she starts to struggle keeping herself upright as Muriel fucks her stright through her oragsim.

Feeling his cock growing ever larger and harder inside of her, she can feel her walls clenching around him as he buries his face into her neck. Grunting and panting he keeps going until finally pumps her insides with his thick white paint then his hips come to a slow stop.

The two of them melt into the couch feeling satisfyingly weak and breathless still holding onto one another and catching their breaths.

Finally they both regain their strength. Muriel pulls himself out taking a seat on the couch while Rhemi manages to stand to her feet. Feeling like a newborn calf, with her shaky legs, she first pulls her pants and underwear back on, then threads her arms back through her shirt and buttons it back up. Dressed and appropriate again, she comes back over to her mountain man and wraps her arms around his neck and he buries his face into her hair, his hand falling to the small of her back.

“You still never told me what you want for dinner…” She suddenly says rather seriously.

Muriel pulls away and the two just stare at each other blankly, waiting for the other to crack. But they both are circum with laughter at the same time, placing their foreheads together.

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The two quickly clean themselves off to look presentable, lock up the shop and head to the market before the twilight. Finally coming to the decision of rice, beef, and zucchini for supper. Getting everything they needed, they set home to the forest holding each other's hand. After the two made dinner and started to settle down for the night, they found themselves still hungry for one another. Lighting candles and some soothing incense to set the mood, the two go at it as if the world would end if they’d stop.

Finally, after getting both of their fill, feeling utterly pleasantly exhausted, the two catch their breaths on the bed. As Rhemi continues to straddle Muriel’s hips, she reaches her arms up for a good stretch and yawns, making her tits jiggle and bounce around.

“Ya know…” She says mid yawn, then starts again when she finishes. “...We probably shouldn’t have sex again till our honeymoon. So we don’t spoil the night.” She suggests while stroking his bare chest with both hands, pressing her breast together.

Muriel's nose crinkles as he snorts hard, gawking at her plump tits, she isn’t all that convincing currently. “..... Are you expecting me to take you seriously while you're on top of me naked?”

“Muri! I am serious!” She giggles, leaning down and resting her arms on his pecks, realizing herself just now.

The hermit rolls his eyes and sighs with a smirk and plays with a piece of her hair. “.... Fine… I guess you have a point.”

“... Can you believe we’re about to be married in just a few short days?”

“.... Sometimes I can’t… But in a good way… I didn’t think I’d ever be this happy in my life honestly…. You… you changed my life, Rem.”

The corner of her mouth curls up into a bright and loving smile and she places a few sweet kisses onto his chin. “You changed mine too…. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…” She whispers, getting lost into his green gaze.

“Neither can I.” He whispers back, looking deep into her eyes and holds her cheek before pulling her head down for another passionate kiss, pressing his tongue to her's.

A familiar scratch at the door pulls them out of the moment, setting them back into reality and Rhemi rolls off grabbing the blankets and rolling up into them for warmth

“... Inanna home.” Muriel grunts as he gets up, quickly donning his underwear as he travels to the door, the wolf still clawing at the door. As he opens the door, the beast scurries in, tongue out happily wagging her tail as she hops onto the bed and drowning Rhemi in her sloppy wet kisses.

“Hey, Nana!” Rhemi giggles, hugging her neck and scratching her fur. “Guess what? We got you some steak tonight!”

With the word, steak, the wolf hops down excitedly and nearly looks as if she dances on the floor as Muriel fetches it. Still wrapped in paper, he delicately unwraps it and places it on a plate along with a few berries and even a little green garnish on it. Her yellow eyes hilariously huge, her tail thumping so hard on the ground completely overjoyed; Yet she's sitting as still as possible, eagerly awaiting for Muriel to place it on the floor. As soon as he puts it down, she makes very quick work of her food, licking the plate clean.

The three eventually crawl into bed to get warm, happily snuggling all together like they always do. One by one they all start to become comfortable and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Feeling himself leave his body, Muriel soon comes to realize that he’s entering a deep sleep. Equipped with claws, teeth, fur and all. Dreams have never been the same since Rhemi and him read that book about the Aurora. Most of the time he turns into a bear. Tonight he seems to be somewhere in the Steppe again, but no one else is in sight. Just other animals, the sky, and the sun. Going about his peaceful slumber, he just sits there on his hind legs, enjoying the brisk wind on his muzzle.

Soon, he realizes isn’t alone for long, sensing someone's prying eye behind him, a peaceful dream yet again short lived. Turning slowly and cautiously behind him, ready for whatever awaited him, he’ll attack if he must.

“Hello, my little cub.” That familiar deep voice says coming from a large dark bear.

Right before his eyes, Muriel can’t believe who is in front of him. It’s Artturi, his father. Or at least his cast.

"How…. How can this be?" He thinks as he stares confused at the large animal with such kind eyes. "How can he be here?"

The larger bear snorts in amusement, and turns around to walk away.

"Wait!" A large desperate growl escapes Muriel’s jaws and stomps the ground. "Don’t go! Please!"

Muriel’s father pauses for a moment, cranks his head around and nods in the direction, signaling to follow him.

Relieved, Muriel galaps next to him, a million questions filling his head. What’s worse, in the dream realm, in this bear form, he is incapable of speaking and frustrates the poor hermit even more.

Finally, Arrturi stops at a seemingly random area in the plain. Feeling the large bear’s magic bubble up, a strange portal suddenly appears, opening up into somewhere else. It felt so strange. Usually, Muriel just wakes up into other people’s dreams. He had to wake up in order to leap into another one. But this seemed to be leaping mid dream.

His father glances over with his small green eyes. Somehow he smiles at him. Even in this animal form, he manages to give his son a warm and loving smile.

Softly, Arrturi closes his eyes and enters the portal, once on the other side.

Wary, Muriel studies the portal up and down, even sniffing it with his large nose.

“It’s safe, my boy. I assure you.” His father says. He never once moves his lips or jaws, yet his son can hear his words as if they were being spoken out-loud by a human.

Unconvinced, Muriel stares at his father with heavy suspicion. Maybe this is just his own dream. His self-consciousness just wanting to see his father again.

“Oi! Come along, my little cub! Don’t have all night!” His father says, raising his eyebrows and sounding a bit more serious.

Well… What do I have to lose? With a deep and grumpy huff, Muriel cautiously steps into the portal, one limb at a time as if he was just entering a door.

Once inside, the doorway disappears leaving the two Kokhurians alone in the forest.

“How… How did you do that?” Muriel attempts to ask, but all that comes out are brudish grunts and growls. Making that grumpy irritated sulk, he grumbles feeling so frustrated with his lack of understanding.

“There is much you have to learn, my cub.” His father whispers.

“Y-.... You can hear me? Understand…. Me?” He replies.

His father laughs softly, tenderly nuzzles Muriel’s face with his snout. “Of course I can! I’m a bear too!” His laugh sounds so much like Gilbert’s, his voice filled of heart and joy. Out of instinct, Muriel’s ears tuck down and he sheepishly shrinks into his shoulders, as his father continues to nuzzle him. He can feel his face turning red underneath all that fur, some things apparently never change. Even in the realm of dreams. Still, even if he was uncomfortable, his father’s affection was appreciated and welcomed, he wouldn’t dare pull away.

Suddenly, his father’s magic emerges again, another portal opening, his father walks into it, his son follows. “We call travel in our sleep, my cub. Most of the time, people have no control where their dreams can take them. But us leapers can travel into countless place and dreams each time we lay our heads down to rest. No matter where in the world they are. Sometimes, people can call for us. Especially when they need it most…. Other times, we can enter people’s deepest part of their consciousness--”

“—NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi’s voice suddenly screams, it sounds rather distant, it even echoes. Panic takes over the hermit’s mind, looking around blindly to find where it’s coming from.

She’s in trouble, and he knows it.

Muriel sadly glances over to his father, torn between the two. He doesn’t want to leave his father, who knows when he'll ever see him again. But Rhemi… She sounds like she could be in a lot of trouble…

Without another thought, Arrturi opens another portal. The doorway opened up into a foggy area stinging of smoke and ash, Rhemi’s essence inside.

“I… We… I’m sor—”

“—It’s fine, little cub. We’ll meet again. I promise....” Muriel can’t help but stand there gawking at his father, tears pooling in his eyes. “Go!” His father orders. “She needs you, son.”

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Slowly Rhemi can feel her body becoming limp and falling into a deep sleep. Soon, her consciousness floats away somewhere to the realm of dreams. Muriel nowhere in sight. In fact, nothing is in sight, just an empty black void. Just very distant voices and dim light up ahead of her just like a spotlight duringJulian’s shows in the theater.

Most of it at first is incoherent bantering, but then two voices start to speak more clearly. One of them sounds so sweet and comforting, her voice silky and soothing. But they speak with such urgency in their voice. Afraid even.

“No!! Don’t take her away from me! Please! She makes my life worth living! PLEASE! I beg of you...”

“.... What are you willing to give for her then?”

The sweet and gentle voice continues on muttering desperately to the ghostly figure, but nearly impossible to make out what she’s saying.

Is… is this spector Phara?... And if that's Phara… then who’s this woman? Why do I feel like I know her?

Soon, Rhemi notices the woman’s beautiful long dirty blonde wavy hair that curls at the ends. She wore a fancy gown decorated with flowers and foliage embroidery with cool colors. Her back was turned to her, but then she immediately had a gut feeling who she was.

“.... M-Mum??” Rhemi quietly whispers, but the words echo around as if she screamed into a vast canyon and the word rang everywhere like a large bell.

The woman slowly turns her body around, but shadows still obscuring her features on her face except for her lips. “R-..... Rhem—”

Flames violently erupted all around Rhemi and a wicked laughter that belonged to that dark figure. Terrified, she spins back around towards her mother reaching out for her. “Take my hand!” She cries out to the woman.

But her mother instead lets out a horrible scream as the dark shadowy figure sneaks from behind her covering her mouth with sharp claws for hands. All Rhemi could see was the figure’s bright green eyes and sharp toothy grin as they continued to chuckle evilly. Then claws rip into her chest and her mother convulses with pain, her awful screams muffled by the creature’s other hand.

“MUM!!!”

The creature finally releases her mother and she drops to the ground on all fours and the dark creature disappears with an evil cackle only banshees would envy. “RHEMI!!” Her terrified voice echoes in her daughter’s ears.

Helpless. Powerless. Rhemi can only watch as her own mother’s eye’s turn cold black like a doll’s. The veins in her face turn dark, her skin gray and pale as she transforms into something else. Something inhuman. Her cries start to morph into something that of an animal, her once beautiful silky calm voice becomes incomprehensible and shril. Then in a flash, her mother is whisked away without a trace.

“NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi cries out again, she wants to go and find her, but her feet refuse to budge. I’m alone again… Why am I always alone??

The fire continues to take hold of the young magician’s surroundings, lighting up the once dark stage. Now it is unveiling fancy furniture that has been overturned, broken vases and paintings litter the floor of what looks to be a home with green floral wallpaper. Brick by brick the walls form around her starting from the bottom and forming it’s way to the very top, attempting to trap her inside. I—I have to get out! I have to get out of here!!!

“No…. Noooo!” Desperate, Rhemi bursts into colorful flames sprouting her feathers, talons, and beak before the walls enclose all around her. Flapping her wing so hard, it almost hurts she frantically soars to the top. The high vaulted ceiling and crystal chandler nearly get in her way as she struggles to get out of the now nearly assembled roof. Only a narrow gap is left and she squeezes herself into the tight space.

As she looks back down at the building, the roof is enclosed as fire reaches the top to burn it down once again.

This is just a dream! This is just a bad dream!!! Rhemi can feel tears forming in her eyes and she chokes them down. She watches in dismay as the mansion stands there and that muggy dense fog rolling in all around her. Without a second thought she turns around, flapping her wings hard to get away from that place.

I don’t want to see it! I know what happened! I don’t need to relive this! You need to wake up!

Out of the corner of her right eye, Rhemi sees a fast and furious luminescent looking wad of ash and feathers headed straight for her.

Without any hesitation, the dying phoenix crashes into Rhemi mid air, like a falcon catching its prey, making them both tumble into the smog, pinning her to the ground. “WHY. DID. YOU. RUN, RHEMI?!?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!” She struggles to get out as she tries to push the rotten smelling bird away.

She wiggles and squirms but it's all for not, as the dark version of herself pins her down, such anger and frustration in her voice. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? You need to remember! You were almost there!!!” The other Rhemi growls with her tired gravelly voice, the smell of soot and decay overwhelming her senses. Their fiery wings burn hot and angry as she pushes Rhemi into the ground even more.

“What the fuck do you want from me?! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE??” Rhemi shouts as she pushes the ghosts of her former self off of her.

Stumbling backwards, both of them transform back into their mirrored human forms, but the other Rhemi looks even weaker, and sicker than before. Staring at Rhemi with her bloodshot eyes, and bright orange glowing irises, she mutters as she slightly pants, apparently out of breath. “I’ve told you before....You need to see the truth.”

Standing back onto her feet Rhemi stomps with her left foot and puffs out her chest. “Yeah! Well Père already told me about it! I already know what happened! I know the truth…. Or at least part of it!--And ya know what!?? That’s fine with me!”

“Could you stop being an idiot?!... Just because you were told what happened doesn’t mean you dealt with it, Rhemi!”

“—What if I don’t want to deal with it??” The figure just stares at her blankly with her terrible bloody eyes and Rhemi shakes her arms wildly. “I am happy!—Okay?? Finally happy!!!! No bad dreams, no terrible memories for months!!—I have a father now!! I just want it to be what it is!! A family of my own!! I’m getting married in less than two weeks!!!—Don’t you understand?? I want to stay happy!!!... Why can’t you just go away?? Please just leave me be!!! You are supposed to be dead!!”

Her previous self just stands there, blankly staring at her slowly shaking her head, completely exhausted. “.... You’re the one who keeps me here, Rhemi….”

“... What??”

“... If you call all this happiness,” She says laughing sadistically pointing at her then to the mansion. “... Then you really have a warped perception of it. Quit lying to yourself. You still need to know about the monster…. you need to remember who they are...”

“I don’t want to meet any more monsters! Why does this even matter?? Phara is gone!”

The spectrum suddenly shifts and appears right in front of her nearly inches away and Rhemi shutters hard, feeling throat dry up. The other Rhemi just stands there staring her right in the eyes. ".... Because the monster lives, Rhemi.” A bone chilling silence takes its icy grip as her words sink in. “... And that monster is closer than you think it is.”

Muriel lets out a large growl and the other Rhemi glances behind, not very stirred by his presence, but more deeply annoyed. “Damn it, Blanket-boy. You always come at the wrong time…..” She mumbles under her breath then turns her eyes back to her. “You need to know the truth… Before it’s too late.”

“Why??.... What’s gonna happen??”

A sharp scream emanates from the dark smog and the sick Rhemi cranks her neck around towards that direction. Then a viscous growl from the other with a charging bear who it belongs to.

The sickly spirit grabs Rhemi by the shirt and pulls her closer, nose nearly touching and her blood red eyes stare deeply into Rhemi’s. “...Remember for it’s too late.” She roughly whispers then pushes her away, as fire engulfs her body, transforming her into that dying phoenix once again.

“Oh yeah, NOW YOU LEAVE?!?!” Rhemi shouts, stomping her right foot irritatedly and Muriel finally reaches over to her, still in his bear form.

As he approaches her they both watch as the smoldering bird flies away until she disappears into the dark and dense fog.

Muriel looks up at his soon to be wife and just glares at her. Even in this form, she could tell he was upset with her, and rightfully so… She hadn’t been necessarily honest for some time.

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As both Muriel and Rhemi return to their bodies, they simultaneously awake. Muriel however was the first to sit up and he rubs his tired eyes.

Slowly, Rhemi wipes away the tears that formed when she was asleep before he can see and pick up her trunk off the mattress, listening to the crickets and other night creatures sing their songs before finally parting her lips. “Muriel… I—”

With a sharp exhale, the hermit just draws down the sheet and gets out of bed and starts the fire again before she can try and explain herself. He’s rarely ever angry with her, but when he is, he’s very quiet at first. But this was the first time he actually walked away from her. He’s really upset…

Inanna whimpers as she looks back and forth between the two of them waiting for one of them to budge, yet nothing. Finally, annoyed with all the tension, she nudges Rhemi’s arm three times, each one harder than the next, telling her, or rather, demanding her that she needed to make the first move. She stares at her with her large intelligent yellow eyes, snorting and sneezing, her point obviously being made. With a heavy heartfelt sigh, she slowly gets out of the bed grabbing the top blanket and wrapping around her shoulders, silently approaching her sweetheart. She sits next to him by the fire, a few feet away to give him space; they both sit there for a moment.

“I… I was going to tell you….” She finally says just above a whisper, breaking the terrible silence.

“........You said….. you’d tell me…. When you had a bad nightmare.” Muriel says softly, but very firmly. He’s so upset.

Rhemi adjusts the blanket over her shoulders and flutters her tired eyes, carefully thinking of what to say next. “.... I…. I didn’t know how to bring it up…”

With a sharp rumbly noise, Muriel shakes his right hand dismissively, his twisted face and eyes glaring at her. “Don’t give me that!”

Rhemi shifts awkwardly, eyes averted to the other side of the room, feeling like she's being scolded. He’s actually hard to look at without wanting to cry.

Muriel shakes his head and his eyes drop down to his lap. “...... I-..... I’ve asked, and asked, and you said you were fine….. How long has that- that thing been coming into your dreams??”

She twists her foram with her opposite hand making it sting a little, but she can’t help but inflict a small bit of pain to herself. Perhaps if she did it hard enough it would make all of this go away.

“.... I… It showed up back in the Steppe… But I don’t really remember the first dream…. Then I saw them again the night of the welcoming ceremony.”

“You saw your past self back then… and you didn’t tell me?.....”

… My past self?.... How does he? She thinks to herself squinting her eyes suspiciously. “...Wait. H- H-How do you know about her?… She ran off before you even got there.”

A faint pink spreads across his cheeks and a little bead of sweat drips down his temple as she points that out and he just sits there silently. “... Muri?” She says tilting her head and slightly furrowing her brow now.

With a grumbly sigh, he finally answers.  “...... I saw them around Yule when we were traveling home. I thought it was my own bad dream… I… I didn’t realize I leaped.”

“Soooooooo….. You didn’t tell me about it.” She says a bit sassily.

“Well I—… You…. We…. There wasn’t—” Clearly, he’s now more flustered than angry now and he continues fumbling over his words. “I-... Be- Cause—..... Because… Because didn’t want to upset you about it—”

“.... And why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Rhemi tucks her legs into her chest, hugging her knees tightly like she used to do when she was upset. She hadn’t done it in a long time. She did it a lot when Asra wasn’t around “I… I wasn’t ready to talk about it…. It's like seeing yourself… in a mirror, yet the person looking back is a complete stranger… She… She scares me… Really scares me…”

Quietly, Rhemi’s words sink into Muriel’s mind, remembering that the two of them were really similar when it came to things like this. His eyes glancing over to his soon to be wife, and his heart drops to see her in this tight bundled up position. She looks like she did the night of when he saved her from that creep a few years back before they got to really know one another. It seems like a lifetime ago, but also just like yesterday. She looked so small when she hugged her knees to her chest like that.

Muriel’s shoulders relax, his large neck muscles unclench, as empathy soothes his anger. Scratching his left ear sheepishly, he scoots a little closer to her. “I’m… I’m sorry, Rem…. Shoulda realized you weren’t ready to talk about it.”

She places her chin on the top of one of her forearms as she chokes down the tears. “.... Well...  maybe I should have anyways….” Her voice cracks a bit when she starts, and she tries to clear her throat, but he knows she’s upset.

“... You’ve been nothing but patient with me when it comes to talking… and I guess I’m just not as patient….” He reaches over bringing her into his chest and with the other, he slowly takes her hand in his, lacing his large fingers with hers. “... But I’ll try to do better…” He says sincerely then kisses her temple. “I’m sorry I got angry…”

Unraveling her limbs, she tucks up closer to him, snuggling his chest. “You’re allowed to be angry, Muri…. Your feelings are valid. And you’re not wrong. It isn’t fair when I don’t communicate when you do… Perhaps… We both have things we need to work on. And… maybe it’s going to take us longer than we both anticipated.”

“Ok… We always have done better doing things together… so... I can deal with that….”

“So can I.” She whispers, wiping away a stray tear. “I love you, Muriel.”

“I love you too…” He mumbles holding her close.

A cold and wet nose however pries the two apart, Inanna squeezing into the warm laps of the two lovers next to the fire, somewhat ruining the moment. But it’s fine. Rhemi and Muriel both start to softly laugh and give the large wolf the much needed scratches as she soaks up the warmth from the fireplace.

....Eventually all three of them make their way back to bed and start to get to sleep.

Rhemi starts to dream again, but this time, it’s about Athena. It must have been when she first came to Vesuvia. Her iconic long dreadlocks are replaced with a short hair that was kept underneath a silk scarf on her head, but her facial features were unfortunately still blurred in obscurity. She apparently was in the middle of teaching her a spell, and a lovely bright teal orbe lit the dark room. The joy she felt in her chest was so genuine and full of child-like wonder…. I miss her so much. I wonder if she knows how much I loved her.

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Contrast to the day before, Rhemi takes her time traveling to the palace. Unsure how her father was going to take her answer, she fears that he might think that she hates him. But that just isn’t true. She may not really remember him from before, but she does have this feeling like she deeply wanted his approval and that she missed him. But she also has a feeling like she’s nervous about what he’s going to do. Running from what she’s going to say to let him down easily, she repeats it over and over again in her mind.

As she approaches the palace gates, she can feel her heart beating faster and faster. Why am I so nervous about this?? Everything will be fine. He’ll understand. He’ll understand.

As the palace doors open up and she proceeds to the common room, she looses herself in thought.

Suddenly, an entourage of strangers meet Rhemi near the door, all in strange clothes with too many ruffles and crinoline and stunk of powerful cologne. One man was especially snooty and uptight looking, with his puffy pants, stockings, and an obviously fake looking wig.

“Ah, you must be Rhemielia. We have been expecting you.” Says the one man in the front, wearing about an inch worth of pale make-up that made him look like a ghost in on of Julian's plays. His voice thick with a strange, yet somewhat familiar accent.

“Yesssss….” Raising an eyebrow and tilting her head, Rhemi confusingly scratches the back of her head. “Ummmmm… And whoooo are you, exactly?”

With an arrogant smile, the man turns up his nose and smiles as he puffs out his chest and presses his hand in his chest. “I am Oliver. You’re Monsieur Alarie’s personal tailor.”

“.... He brought his tailor on board with him from Charlès?”

He laughs as if she said something completely foolish as he walks around inspecting her. “But of course! I am part of his entourage, my naive little child.”

“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, but I am here for my fath-”

“Hmpf!…We must put you in something that draws your attention away from those dreadful eyes.” He interrupts looking as if he smelled something fowl, completely ignoring her.

A twinge of anger strikes her. “... Excuse me?”

“Oh! So sorry, Mademoiselle Alarie. I know that was one of the things you were left with when  that witch spirited you and your mother away.”

“.... W-.. What?? Where did you hear tha—?”

“—Ugh. You should really think about skipping your desserts my plump little darling….” He scoffs as he takes a measuring tape and measures her hips, making her shut her mouth up tight and her face turning red. Getting a measurement, he pulls out a tiny pair of reading glasses and holds them up to his eyes. As he reads the tape measure, he shakes his head, tutting condescending. “... Maybe a few meals as well.” He smirks with a chuckle, his posse chims whispering and laughing amongst themselves as they judge her, like a group of mean kids on the playground.

The color red paints poor Rhemi’s face and she feels herself shrinking into herself. Embarrassed and a bit angry, her hands held her stomach feeling so disgusting. Pierre, Nadia's tailor never made her feel like this when she was having her wedding dress made. She honestly never thought she was a bad size… til now of course with all these thin and ridiculously dressed rude assholes muttering about.

“Come, come, Mademoiselle. We don’t have all day.” Oliver says, sounding annoyed as he walks in the other direction. Then three people from his team suddenly start to grab her and push her along behind him. “...I have just the dress for you. It is the latest fashion of Charlès, many ladies of the court have worn this dress… I designed this one myself. However, I might need to let out the seams a bit to fit your large phasic.” Oliver unnecessarily adds.

The overly pompous seamstress first throws the apprentice into a room with a handful of Nadia’s women servants that she barely knew. Instead of a door, they had a divider so he could instruct them on the other side. Without a single word, or an ounce of emotion in their faces, they all proceed to just take off her clothes she wore here as if she was helpless.

‘Hey…. Back off! Don’t fucking touch me!’ Her inner thoughts scream, as they unbuckle her corset belt and take off her shoes without hesitation. But instead of fighting back like she so desperately wants, she just stands there, quietly taking it. After all, it’s not like these women were doing anything necessarily inappropriate, they were all just doing what they were told to do… But in some way, it made the girl feel rather violated. Unsure if she felt like this because of it happening so suddenly, or the fact that she was rather private about her body. Either way, it hardly mattered why she felt like this, the fact is, she did. Her fist clenches and she presses her lips into her mouth out of frustration as they strip her down to her tight pants. She could so easily make the woman stop in their tracks, freeze them with a spell, confuse them with a flash of bright light with her magic, distract them, scare them—Anything really—But against every fiber in her body, something is holding her back and she just continues to reluctantly stand there, still and as silent as a human doll as they take off her pants and throw on a white linen drawers and slip.

Oliver then throws over an ugly boned piece of tan heavy looking fabric over the divider and instructs the women to strap her into an overly tight and restrictive overbust corset and to make it as he says, “Nice and tight.”. It was terrible. Just terrible. The damn thing was too narrow in the hips. It pressed down her waist and pushed into her ribs and lifted her breasts uncomfortably into her face. Rhemi actually likes corsets, hell, she has a whole drawer full of them. But this one was nothing like the ones she has, it obviously purposely was not even her true size so she’d fit into the garments, so it was much too tight. When she verbally complained, all Oliver and his posse chuckled and said, “If you have enough air to complain, then it isn’t tight enough.” Prompting them to tighten it even more, taking the little bit of air that was left in her lower lungs and she groans and strains in pain.

After that came the strange cage thing for her hips that looked like a monstrous spider’s creation. “What's this for?” She cautiously asks while she lifts her hands over her head and they tight it to her hips.

“To make you look attractive to look at.” He snarily remarks implying as if she wasn’t already. Every question she asks, the answer seems to be another harsh comment, so now, she just fell silent, she might as well be a warm mannequin at this point.

Next, came a dozen or so stiff and unforgiving petticoats that seemed to weigh her down more and more. Even her gown from the masquerade wasn’t this bad.

After that, finally came the actual dress. It was light green, slightly off the shoulder filled with frills and bright pink bows and embellished with flowers, ruffles, and white frilly lace. To add insult to injury, Oliver came with the most uncomfortable shoes she had ever seen. This is where she drew the line. As the servant went to place her shoes on her feet, Rhemi gave her the hardest, scariest stare she could muster and she quietly shook her head, pointing to her beloved boots. Getting the message rather clearly, the servant obediently places her brown boots back on to her feet. At least she was given something. The last thing she needed was the inability to walk.

After about twenty minutes of this abuse from that asshole tailor and his team of fashion monsters, Oliver moves the divider and looks at his creation. Seeming as if she was still lacking luster, the man walked around in circles around the giant frilly dress. “It will do.” He says, pressing his finger into his cheek and sighing. “Better than those garbs, no?”

“... I like my own garbs. Thanks.” Rhemi mutters under her breath.

OIiver then overdramatically waves his hand along, shooing her away. “ If I just had another hour, I’d have you be unrecognizable. But his Excellency is waiting for you in the common room for tea before his meeting.”

“Thanks…” She says through her gritted teeth and a very fake smile, holding back all the urges to hex the literal shit out of him.

Almost running towards the common area, she tries her best to focus on the much more important things she has to deal with today. But if she’d had the chance, she might pull a good ol’ prank on the asshole.

As she finally arrives in the common area. She finds her father sitting there waiting patiently next to the fire in that green chair he sat in the day before, lost in deep thought.

Rhemi clears her throat politely making him realize that she was there. Quickly he jumps to his feet, staring at her in amazement. “Mielia… I see you meet Oliver.”

“Yes… I have… He’s… ahhh…”

“--Genius isn’t he?… He designed some of your mother’s favorite dresses back in the day. I hired him full time a few years ago after I started traveling more.”

“Oh…. he did?”

“Yes…"

For about a minute, Martin just stares at her fondly. "... That dress is wonderful on you…. You… You actually look a lot like my Mair—” He stops in his tracks and shuts his eyes as if he stutters and clears his throat. “Your Mother…. That shade of green was one of Florence’s favorite colors.” Martin says with almost the utmost sincerity, there are even tears in his eyes, warming his cold teal eyes.

“Re-...Really?” Rhemi smiles sympathetically and blushes at the compliment. She doesn’t remember much of her mother’s face, but she did know that she was very beautiful and elegant.

Martin clears his throat and averts his gaze to the couch. “... It also draws the attention away from your eyes…” Now forced to keep her smile on her lips, she feels her heart sink back into that same low spot where she was before. All the happiness of his previous compliment is voided with that remark. “... In Charlès, you’d have even more dresses such as this. This is actually nothing compared to gallas and banquet gowns.”

“Oh…. Yes…. Well, uh, 'bout that—”

“—Come along, my Pigeon. Have a seat, our tea is getting cold.”

“Oh… Okay then.”

Rhemi awkwardly walks over to the couch, unsure how to actually sit in this monstrosity of outfit. Finally, she figures out how to take a seat, but is hardly able to breathe.

Her father offers her a tea cup, willing to fill it for her, but she politely shakes her head. “Don’t want to get this dress dirty.” But really, the truth was there wasn’t a way in hell that she could even think about putting something in her body with this damn corset pressing into her torso. The tea would probably come right back up if she even tried to drink any.

Suddenly Beatrix scurries over to the same couch as Rhemi sniffing warily and tilting her head looking as if she wants something, but is too proud to ask. Catching wind of what she might have wanted, Rhemi reaches out with her hand and Beatrix sniffs her palm, surprisingly allowing her to come closer. Gently, she scratches her chin with her fingernail and the creature leans hard into her touch almost like a cat.

Amazed, Martin snorts and smiles. “Bea usually never lets anyone touch her... Except for your mother, that is… Maybe you remind her of Florence as well.”

The badger then curls up into his daughter’s lap, now practically demanding more pets and scratches, and Rhemi happily obliges. Soon, Beatrix starts to snore away on Rhemi’s lap, and she continues to pet her from head to tail. Despite her abrasive nature, her fur is surprisingly silky under her fingertips, and she enjoys the soothing texture calming her nerves. The creature really has taken a liking to her recently, she isn’t as bad as Asra thinks she is, especially after she eats.

It soon occurs to Rhemi that neither of them had spoken for a while, and things start to become awkward. The silence is almost unbearable, the ticking of the clock doesn’t help.

“So…I, ahhhh—I thought about what you asked the other day…” She finally says, her eyes still glued to the badger, petting slowly spine.

Martin picks up his teacup and saucer, hiding a small but rather pleased smile. “Oh. You have, did you?” He replies before taking a sip of his tea and there’s a rather large pause. “...Well go on, child. Don’t leave your Père in suspense.” A small chuckle rolls out of his chest as he speaks, eager to hear her answer.

The apprentice takes in a large brave breath before she finally speaks. “Yes I have… I thought about it, slept on it, talked out loud about it…. A-and….. I really love being with you…. Charlès sounds really interesting....” Her father nods slightly as speaks, so far everything she's saying is exactly what he wanted to hear. “...B-But I can’t.” She mutters quickly, a hard sting radiates through her chest like she just ripped off a bandaid.

The Archmagister stops mid-sip and his eyes fly open when she utters the word, ‘can’t’. His cold teal eyes piercing Rhemi’s warm burgundy ones, making her discomfort grow the longer he stares.

Apparently rather upset, he places his teacup to the saucer with a distinguished CLANK, pressing his lips tightly together. “...May I ask you why exactly you can not?” He asks, setting the cup and saucer down to the coffee table and leaning forwards in his chair, crossing his right leg on the top of his left.

Feeling the tension slowly building, Rhemi clears her throat, awkwardly adjusting in her seat, careful not to disturb the snoozing badger in her lap. Before she answers him, she starts playing with a lock of her hair to calm her, feeling her cheeks burning under the pressure of his intense glare. “W-Well…. I meaaaaan…. Did you really expect me and Muriel to just… pick up our lives and move to a brand city that is foreign to us?” She asks, immediately holding her breath at the answer. “We’ve been here for most of our lives. We’d be so out of place.”

Martin chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “No……. No. No... Of course not.”

Rhemi relaxes her shoulders, relieved at his answer and she exhales the air she was holding in settling back into the couch.

“... I expect you to come back home with your Father.”

All the relief she felt just a second ago is completely ripped away. Did…. did he just…? She must have misheard him. “Wh-..... What…. was…. that?” She utters, trying not to trip over her words.

He inhales irritably, slicking back his plum and gray hair. “You are better than these people here, Mielia.” He says with his right palm open, gesturing to the palace then towards the window to the entire city. “Surely, you can see that...”

Is… Is he really saying this?? Or am I imagining it? “What are you—??.... Nnnno. No, I don’t see that, because I’m not better. These people are my closest friends—”

“—Rhemielia, my little Pigeon.” He interjects, interlacing his hands tightly together. “...I don’t believe you understand your worth.” Completely blown away from the absurdity spewing from his lips. Completely dumbfounded and speechless, she finds herself with her mouth gaped open idiotically and eyes wide as he just goes on and on. Casually he sits there enjoying his tea, talking as if the topic were about anything else. “...Back in Charlès, you’ll be a highly eligible woman. Why—With my high standing position, you could marry another noble. You can marry a Count, become a respected Countess, ruling a city alongside your husband yourself…. if you play your cards right that is.”

Still stunned silent, Rhemi just stares blankly while Martin pours himself some more tea, watching as he drops three sugar cubes into his cup with a splash of cream and starts to stir it all up with his teaspoon. “... Who knows? Perhaps you could even be a Duchess if you're lucky. You are rather…. well….. Let’s face it. Plain, compared to most women in the court. I’m afraid you get that from my side of the family. But far from being ugly. You’re still rather fair skin, attractive features, and at least have a sharp mind. A lot of nobel men these days find that a desirable in a wife—”

“—Père…” Rhemi finally manages to get out and she clasps her palms together, absolutely flabbergasted at this conversation and she speaks slowly. “... I am already getting married… I found someone I want to spend my life with… And that life is here, in Vesuvia. I was saying that I am not leaving.”

Slowly, her father blinks, running his fingers on his jawline still staring hard at his daughter. A flash of anger behind his gaze sends a shiver down her spine. But then snorted through his nose as if he was amused. “Hmm.... We’ll see about that…” He says coldly with a small bone chilling grin.

Almost scared to ask, Rhemi leans her head in, never breaking her eye contact and mutters. “Wha-?”

Suddenly, the tall older male servant wearing a darker colored uniform emerges from the corridor and he bows entering the room, unmeaningly cutting Rhemi off. “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Martin.”

“Oui, Bartholomew, what is it?”

“The Western Trading Consult will be arriving shortly.”

Martin pops out his pocket watch with a rather surprised look on his face. “Oh, it’s that time already?” He takes one more swig of his tea then stands to his feet, Bartholomew hastily fastening his master’s cape and he dons his gloves and grabs his cane. “Well, apologies, my Pigeon, but duty calls. Let’s continue this conversation later, shall we?”

He walks over to her and pats her head. Her nostrils flare, making her feeling a bit more irritated than she’s ever had been when he does that. “But….” She mutters under her breath.

“Come along, Bea.” He says firmly. His familiar takes a quick stretch before she climbs up his leg to his shoulders from Rhemi’s lap.

Rhemi’s shoulders slump down and she stumbles over her words, watching helplessly as Martin just walks out of the room. “Wai—Bu-but I-I—I…we’re not—” Finally she realizes the conversation is over and her father is gone, leaving only her and his servant in the room. “....Alright then.” She sits there feeling so flustered. This wasn’t how this went in her head.

What does he mean he expects her to come back ALONE with him? Does he not realize that she’s in love? Now that she thinks about it, anytime she talks about Muriel to her father, he’d change the subject, or shut it down as if he didn’t exist. There is no way that she can tell any of her friends about this conversation. Oh no. They’d go apeshit, especially Muriel…. He’ll be worried sick.

A twinge of a headache spawns yet again from her temples radiating down the back of her head. A slight ringing takes over her ears and she rubs her temples a little harder to attempt to soothe the pain, consoling her inner self. This is all just a big misunderstanding—Yeah! Just a misunderstanding, Rhemi. Don’t worry. Everything will work out in the end….. Everything is going to be fine. Just… fine.

“... Not everything works out like they do in fairy tales, Rhemi….” Her own voice whispers in her ear.

Rhemi stifles a shutter as her eyes fly open. She glances up, thinking she might have seen someone else in the room next to Bartholomew. But not a soul is there.

And the ringing in her ears is at its loudest…It’s nearly deafening. But then—

“Eh...Pardonnez-moi, madame?”

“Hmmm??” Finally, the world is back to normal, other than her slight headache. The deafening ringing ceases and she’s just alone with her father’s servant.

“I’m sorry, this might be out of line, but….” The servant bows politely, with a kind smile. “I am your father’s head butler.”

“Oh…. Oh! Y-yes, hello! It’s Bartholomew, right?” She stands to her feet and tilts her head to see his face and sticks out her hand with a giggle and he flutters his eyes slowly straightening back up staring at her open hand. “...No need to bow, I’m just a common magician, not a Lady of the court… not anymore at least.”

Shocked at her informalness, he is taken back a bit, but then smiles and takes her hand and they shake. “So you are the mysterious daughter.”

With a confused smile, Rhemi shakes her head and chuckles awkwardly. “I’m sorry?”

“Ohh, pardon me. You and your mother were slightly famous back in Charlès… The Archmagister who’s wife and daughter were spirited away from this realm.”

“Oh…” She mumbles and swallows hard. “... Well… I don’t really remember any of that.”

“Ah, I’ve heard you had severe memory loss. I’m… I’m sorry if I made you upset.”

“Oh! No no no! You’re fine!…. I’m just…. still absorbing all of this, ya know? It’s just new….”

“Well… I’m glad to see the Archmagister finally happy.”

Rhemi politely smiles despite her emotions currently. “You-…. Do you really think he’s happy?”

“I have worked for the man for a long time now, a few years after you were kidnapped. Please, don’t mention any of this to him, but… He always had such a… eeerrrrr…. how do I say…. melancholy?... to him. But since he has reunited with you… Well…. I haven’t seen him smile nearly as much.”

“Oh….”

Strange. The man had a funny way of showing it. She thinks to herself.

The servant could apparently tell Rhemi’s conflicted feelings behind her now averted gaze. He hesitates for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before finally freely speaking his mind. “Perhaps this isn’t my place, Rhemielia—”

Before she can stop herself, Rhemi interrupts. “It’s ahh—…. It’s Rhemi now…. a-.. actually….” Being called that name was starting to make her cringe for some odd reason and she couldn’t stand for another person to call her by Rhemielia today. But she tries to play it off with a rather convincing grin and a little chuckle.

It seems to have worked, the servants smiles back with an understanding nod. “Pardon, Rhemi….. But I know Monsieur Martin can be…. difficult at times, but… he really is happy to have found you. I think if anyone can get anything through to him, it is you…. And no one deserves to be alone.”

That's what I normally say.

Nodding to herself for a moment as his words set in. “.... Thanks, Bartholomew. I really appreciate it.” She finally replies.

This servant was quite different from what she had initially thought. He might appear rather snooty, but he was actually polite and had a kind wrinkly grin to match.

“Well, I best be on my way before I am missed. It was pleasant to finally have met you, Rhemiel—I mean, Rhemi.” Bartholomew says, and half bows out of habit.

“Likewise…” Rhemi says, holding out her hand again. This time, he immediately took it with both of his and gently shook it, then patted the top of her hand lightly. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank you. I believe I will.” Bartholomew walks backwards still facing Rhemi before he gracefully bows out of the room, then turns around heading towards where she could only conclude where her father is staying.

As soon as he exits the room, Rhemi is left all alone with her thoughts. With a defeated feeling sigh she plops back down to the couch, unable to slouch because of the constrictions of the uncomfortable corset. It felt way too small for her size and she felt her breasts were in her face.

How could her father expect her to come with him when her life is here in Vesuvia? How could he not recognize that she in fact was getting married to Muriel and was in love? He hasn’t even made an attempt to get to know him either! But is it true that he’s happier to have been reunited with her? What does he exactly want from her anyways?

Worst of all, Rhemi thinks about that voice she heard whispering in her ear. It was her own voice. But, they weren’t her own thoughts. It was like they came from another invisible person that was next to her. Like a ghost. But there isn’t anyone else here but herself. But there was that unmistakable smell of ash and dirt...

What was that? Am…. Am I going mad? No one can know about this. If anyone found out about this… well. I didn’t even want to think about it.

Holding her head in her lap and rubbing her face, she sits there pondering hard. Perhaps, having dinner with Muriel and Asra would change things. Maybe then, her father will get to know them and then he’ll approve of her marriage. See how good of a person Muriel is.

“I can fix this.” She mumbles determined to herself, clasping her hands together pressing them to her mouth. “I… I can fix this…. I… I have to.”

✨To be continued...

I am so sorry that this took so long my trash pandas!! But I hope nearly 40 pages will make up for the month hiatus. Sorry, no CG this time, but thanks for all your love and support. As always,

Thanks for reading my hot garbage! <3

#the arcana #the visitor #madllamamomma #the arcana game #muriel #muriel the hermit #Muriel smut #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc #fan apprentice #my hot trash #my hot garbage #for my hungry trash pandas #thanks for the patients #part 5~ #chapter 5~ #finally #sorry #18+ #smut #the arcana smut #smutty smut #fluff #angst #the real shit about to start #Rhemi the apprentice #Muriel x Rhemi #fanfic #arcana #muriel the mountain man

[zirkkun-uthcs]

Generic Headcanons (Sanses)

This list includes short bits of information on the various Sanses to be included on this blog. If you’re looking for a specific one, please use CTRL+F to search for the AU, due to the length of this list. Reminder as well that most of this information is entirely headcanon. If there’s canon information that I’ve messed up somewhere on this, please let me know so I can fix it and adjust accordingly!

Please note: When answering asks, I will first list the character being requested in the format of AU!Sans, but the nicknames here are listed because sometimes I drift off while writing and lean towards those names.

Undertale

Nickname/s: Comic, Tale Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / asexual

+ takes a lot of time to like someone at all, usually by default doesn’t trust people + isn’t a fan of physical contact, but if someone was to manage to get close to him, he’s incredibly cuddly + horrible with directions, will get lost really easily; uses shortcuts to make up for it

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Underswap (original concept by p0pcornpr1nce, who has left the fandom and deleted the content)

Nickname/s: Blue Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: non-binary Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / bisexual

+ is a pun connoisseur; will only accept the best puns, anything less is just unacceptable + is emotional, but tries to hide it because he feels the need to keep on a strong persona for the sake of everyone else +  is secretly an incredibly talented writer and has a lot of written works in his room

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Underfell (original concept by Vic the Underfella)

Nickname/s: Red, Fell Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: panromantic / pansexual

+ is extremely self-conscious and hides this by acting like as much of a confident asshole as possible + crushes incredibly easy due to the lack of caring people he has in his life, but refuses to believe he’s lovable + secretly hates cats. doomfanger may or may not be the cause of this

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Underlust  (original concept by nsfwshamecave, who has left the fandom.)

Nickname/s: Lust, Lusty Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: biromantic / bisexual

+ is secretly a hopeless romantic, but has yet to meet anyone interested in romance over sex, so he takes what he can get + flirts with anything that breathes; has a plethora of horrible pick-up lines + has been outside of his own AU and is well-versed in the multiverse

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Xtale (by jakei)

Nickname/s: Cross Date of Birth: Oct. 10th Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / bisexual

+ has difficulty trusting anyone anymore due to the betrayal he’s had in the past + he finds comfort in doodling or other art-related things, and can often be found locked away for hours doing so + will wear literally anything but his uniform when no one’s around, no matter how stupid it looks

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Ink (by myebi/comyet) (same headcanons apply to Underverse!Ink)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 15 Height: 3′9″ / 116 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ his ink vials’ colors represent: green = comfort/safety, yellow = joy/energy, orange = encouragement/creativity, red = wrath/violence, pink = love/care, purple = lust/attraction, blue = sadness/concern, cyan = calm/relaxed + refuses to ever drink his pink or purple vials anymore due to the fact he doesn’t want to mislead people into thinking he cares about them + his tastes change based on what emotions he’s feeling/ink he’s drank

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Pale (by unu-nunu-art/unu-nunium)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: May 26th Height: 3′9″ / 116 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ clings to people who help him literally only once, because he considers all nice gestures as “Oh, so we’re friends now?” + appreciates any and all physical contact and can get a bit nervous if he’s near someone but can’t hug them + when he absorbs an AU for emotions, he has even more emotions that Ink does, but it’s far more temporary

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Fresh!Ink (by myebi/comyet)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′0″ / 152 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ is a parasite like Fresh is, but isn’t the same exact one; they exist as separate beings + doesn’t ever really drink ink vials, hence why he’s replaced them with his spray cans entirely, which just contain normal pain + enjoys making large street-art style murals, but never keeps them, so he places them in hugely inconvenient parts of the multiverse just to annoy people

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Error (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen) (same headcanons apply to Underverse!Error)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 4th Height: 5′4″ / 163 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t trust anyone and would rather just dispose of someone before he gets the chance to even try and trust them + has tried to delete his own emotions on several occasions, but concludes he must lose his SOUL to do so, and is too scared he’ll die + lacks logic due to the fact that he’s a glitch in a program, meaning he can no longer create logical conclusions

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Template (by unu-nunu-art/unu-nunium)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 3rd Height: 4′5″ / 135 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ constantly does a plethora of redeemable, good things within the multiverse to compensate for the fact he’s an “Error” + tries to be more comfortable with things like hugs in order to further distance himself from Error, despite also having haphephobia. + unlike Error, remembers his past as Geno a lot more vividly

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Ragnartale (by NaomyMikolMaria) (please note I’m a bit behind on this AU)

Nickname/s: Knight Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′5″ / 165 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: heteroromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t like using his magic anymore, but can’t exactly remember why it leaves a bad taste in his mouth + actively tries to void out his emotions for others’ sake, as he finds his own life far less valuable + part of him likes being a monster more than a human, because he thinks he looks horrible now and that more people will leave him alone

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Dusttale (by ask-dusttale)

Nickname/s: Dust, Dusty Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: lithromantic / asexual

+ absolutely despises all humans and it wouldn’t be surprising if he tried to kill any on sight + can often be seen talking aloud to “himself,” but he’s actually talking to “Papyrus” + has the same observant skills as Sans and is just as quick on his feet if not faster, however he’s also more rash in his decision-making due to his insanity.

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Fresh (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 20th (pretends it’s April 1st) Height: 6′3″ / 191 cm Gender: genderfluid Pronouns: he/him or they/them Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ while he be default doesn’t have any emotions, if for some reason he starts to feel anything, he will reject it immediately, and become incredibly harsh + started dressing in 90′s clothes as a joke, now he enjoys them unironically and has genuinely started watching human 90′s shows + sends memes to Error just to piss him off; his favorite to send is Rick Rolls

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Outertale (by 2mi127)

Nickname/s: Outer Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / asexual

+ because he can see the stars all the time, he’s far more fascinated by the Earth’s sun and atmosphere compared to other Sanses + has had his jacket since he was a kid but just didn’t bother getting rid of it. that and he never outgrew it. sometimes people still think he’s a kid because of it + gets cold easily; his jacket is extremely thick and fuzzy to make up for this

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Altertale (by friisans)

Nickname/s: Guardian Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: biromantic / demisexual

+ despises his brother so much that he won’t even look in his general direction and will likely burn or destroy anything that reminds him of his brother + appears very calm and collected most of the time, but can easily turn around and be manipulative or angry when least expected + is horrible at keeping watch of the human children because he always teaches them how to exploit things and they use that against him

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Aftertale (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen)

Nickname/s: Geno Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′0″ / 152 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ is really bad at social interaction due to extended isolation and because of that may come off as blunt or rude + if anyone acts friendly around him, especially if they are a more physical kind of person, he will instantly not trust them + seeing spaghetti is a sure way to make him burst into tears, but he’ll pretend he’s not actually crying

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Swapfell (by poptatochisp and community)

Nickname/s: Mal Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′3″ / 160 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: panromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t do well with people who disagree with him. this will cause genuine unintended arguments over the smallest things + very formal in most situations possible, but assumes everyone else should be too + is bad at emotions, just, in general. understanding them, having them, everything

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#uthcs headcanon #undertale #undertale headcanon #uthcs pin #sans

[the-ghost-and-the-writer]

NSFW Alphabet-Wade Wilson

The boy! I love him. He’s perfect and he’s slightly messed up but I love him for it

18+ F!Reader

Actually his reaction to this probably

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

He’ll take a moment to silently (for once) admire you until you say something and then he’ll grin and say some out there comment that turns into a lewd ramble about what you’d just done

At first he was apprehensive to cuddle unless he was dressed in at least a shirt so you wouldn’t have to feel his scorched body, but with your gentle reassurances he’s more open to a near-instant snuggle session

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

With you, everywhere. Every part of you is amazing and gorgeous to him and he has to really wonder why someone as beautiful as you would want a guy like him, with a face like spoilt lasagne

Evidently, it took some time to convince him that any part of him was worth a second thought. He’s getting more used to being secure with himself but doesn’t particularly have a favourite just yet

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you’ll let him, he adores the sight of his cum on your stomach or your face. It’s a special type of dirty for him, especially when you’d run a finger through the mess and lick it off

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wade has very few secrets, dirty or otherwise, and he will gladly share any thought at all that he has at the slightest provocation

However, since his mutation kicked in and his pain tolerance went up almost as much as his healing factor, he’s been quite tempted to try a bit more kinky stuff. More risky, harsh things

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is quite experienced, with many different types of people all across the gender spectrum in all sorts of situations. That doesn’t make him any less excited about being with you any way you’d like it, of course.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

While of course he’ll never say no to missionary or simply bending you over a table or the couch or a counter (the classics are classics for a reason), he does have a preference for the more challenging positions, more for bragging rights

Any possible way the two of you can bend yourselves without causing injury, he’ll try to somehow turn it to sex...which does sometimes cause some injury.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s never 100% serious, that’s not possible for Wade. There’s bound to be a few one-liners or sarcastic quips or comments to a person who isn’t there, but he won’t go too far with them in certain situations

Light-hearted is his favourite tone for sex anyway, since not only does he love to make you smile and laugh at any chance he can, but he’s slightly worried that having it be too serious will put him in his own head too much and he’ll get self-conscious

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There really is none, since the experimentation

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Wade has a special idea of romance. A mix of overly cheesy and completely pornographic.

He’ll fuck all levels of coherency and possible movement out of you, in a candlelit room on a bed covered in rose petals and filled with gentle music. Or he’ll take you to a beautiful wood cabin out in the middle of nowhere and rut you into the ground in front of the most picturesque view you could ever ask for.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Any moment he needs to, he’ll masturbate, regardless of if you’re going to get down to It or not.

He also uses it as a build-up to the main event and keeps him ready for you while he’s waiting for you. Sometimes he’ll try to entice you into sex by showing you just how desperate he is for you by touching himself and whining for your attention

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The Merc with a mouth is also the Merc with a multitude of kinks. Evidently. His more noticeable ones are post-fight sex, mutual masturbation, and having you touch him

Post-Fight; Not make up sex, though damn he loves that as well, but coming back to you from a fight or freshly killing a guy that probably deserved it. If it went good or bad, it doesn’t matter to him because either way he wants you in any room and any position that’s quickest so he can get all adrenaline out while simultaneously celebrating that he has you still

Mutual Masturbation; Watching you do almost anything can rile Wade up, and he’ll never have enough of seeing you naked so watching you touch yourself is enough to fry his brain. And that’s not even taking in the fact that you’d touch yourself at the sight of him. You getting off on him getting off makes it feel so much better than just jerking off

Touch; A majority of the physical contact he gets is either fleeting or violent, so he loves when you take the time to check over him after a fight despite his healing factor or you insist on smothering him in kisses when he’s down. For a minute, it helps him forget his situation and his insecurities and makes him only want you for as long as he can

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can have you, most of the time. The X-mansion, Blind Al’s place, your shared place, the back room or a quiet corner booth of Sister Margret’s. He’s even brought you on a few missions where you end up having a risky fuck in a dangerous back-alley

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

Just you. Having you around, and you wanting him, and you being there for him is enough

Of course, the adrenaline of a fight gets him riled up just as much though more noticeably

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you to severely is a definite no-go for him, as it anything too reminiscent of what he went through with Francis

Otherwise, any non-con roleplay and toilet stuff is also off limits

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

Though he is by no means selfish, he does prefer receiving over giving. Having you so willing to get him off in such a way only enhances how good it feels. He always wants to finish in your mouth and he’ll sometimes ask you to beg him for it

He’ll eagerly return the favour whenever you want him to, or for any little excuse. He’s good at it as well, he can have you on the edge in record time and he always seems to relish that knowledge

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He almost always goes quite slow, to make sure he can fuck you deeper or rougher and really pick you apart. Even when you might get caught, he rarely goes faster than his usual pace

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are almost as good as proper sex to him. Sometimes better but it depends on the occurrence. Any possible moment, he’s offering to take you aside for a bit of ‘tension relief’ regardless of how many times you’ve already had sex that day

Even if it’s totally the wrong time, or there’s no semi-private place, he’ll still offer

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down for trying almost everything and he’ll approach every new experience with the same enthusiasm each time

Evidently, he won’t push you to take any risks that you aren’t certain about, but he will try to encourage you in his usual way

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Since the Incident with Francis, his stamina in all ways has improved

He’s borderline insatiable, able to easily go for four rounds before he’s spent, and with that he could keep you up almost all night

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few, a small collection, or a couple vibrators and dildoes as well as one or two masturbation toys. There is a strap-on hidden somewhere, half forgotten

All the toys are tried and tested, he is very willing to use each one on himself or have you use them in any way

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wade teases, mostly, by giving you almost enough but not quite to  make you whine and beg

Other times, it’s the typical denial and delay teasing also but only when he’s feeling more playful

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is unashamed with his moans and whines, any little noise that wants to get out, and can be loud but he can’t see the issue

However, when there are complaints, he can get obnoxiously louder out of spite.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Because of his situation, his insecurities, he gets quite easily jealous over any possible sexual interest you could show to anyone else. He trusts you implicitly, he just thinks that he isn’t the most physically appealing person

To take that jealousy out of his system, he makes you cum in the nearest possibly-private place he can, hoping that whoever it is that is causing the jealousy might come by and see that they have no chance

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

As almost everyone who knows him will know, he’s got a pretty big dick. While they know from his bragging and overly descriptive recollections of nights or even hours before, you know from the ache that lasts for hours after sex

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

Wade is always down for sex. He’s insatiable, having gotten you both in trouble multiple times for sneaking away to fuck when you should be focusing on something else

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When you’re both settled down in bed, he’ll make a point of staying awake after you’ve fallen asleep so he can be more obviously worriedly-overjoyed that he has you in his life and his bed and his heart

Give me requests or give me death. If you want the notifications for when I rise from the dead again, then the tag list is always open.

#wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #deadpool #deadpool x reader #reader fic #Female reader #fanfiction #Admin-Hannah #nfw alphabet #lemon

[midnatt-heronweather]

MY Thoughts this Aromantic Awareness Week 1/?

Aromantic Awareness 2021 February 21st to February 27th

This will probably make no sense to anyone, but since I’ve got no prompts to fill or questions to answer this is what I’m doing.

“Some” people say you shouldn’t talk about these things, and should keep them behind closed doors, I say. Education and acceptance is more important than some stuck up tarts archaic idea of modesty...

but I do agree with moderation of information of course.

I‘ve a few talking points, I’m not going to say how many because it may be more than I originally start out with. , and as you all know I can go off on tangents.

__________________________ First I guess I should Explain the flag and what it means, because, like other LGBT pride flags the colours have meaning

>Green & light green: represent the aromantic spectrum,aromanticism (represented by green); covers all arospec identities (aro, gray aro, lith/akoi, cupio, quoiro, idem, demi, fray, caed, requis, arovague, and others)

>White: for all the nonromantic forms of love and attraction; friendship/platonic, aesthetic, sexual, sensual, emotional, mental, QP relationships, family, you name it [Alternatively some designs include yellow for this, though personally I avoid yellow for visibility sensitivity]

>Gray & black: for the sexuality spectrum, covering arospec acespecs (asexual spectrum ppl) as well as arospec allosexuals __________________________________________________________

1b of this blog deals with an important subject Discovery - basically its a ramble of an attempt to explain how I know I’m Aromantic Asexual   Rather than being specifically dedicated to the Aromantic side of my Identity this one’s a mixed answer because it covers both Asexuality and Aromanticism as it regards to me: So - I see and hear a lot of people ask “how did you discover you were “<Insert sexual identity here>” and I‘ve listened to a lot of AroAce people give their answers which always seem to sound deep.. Well, make my own seem rather pedestrian; decide for yourself, this here’s my answer:

The truth with me is frankly... I didn’t “discover” anything apart from the term itself; I’ve always been this way. Oh yeah, I went through phases trying to make sense of why I didn’t fit the social norm of being a sex mad teen or even slightly interested and not repulsed by the whole thing I asked the questions “am I gay?” “ Am I wired wrong?” Etc. But it’s all the same because it was just... me.

Of course ‘society’ has had its opinions, for years people called me frigid, told me ‘god’ wouldn’t let a creature like me be ‘happy’, because I was... i don’t know, Pagan/fat/geeky/ somewhere in the LGBT rainbow take your pick as to what “creature” referred to, i don’t delve into the small minds of backwards northerners anymore, its a bog of stench. Another thing I was frequently told was that I pretended not to want something because I knew I was too ugly/fat/repulsive to get “it”. Which given what happened to me on my 18th makes me laugh ironically. But anyway...

I formed my own explanation, either just to wave a geek flag or because it was one of their insults -   I’d get called alien (originality was not something that was encouraged at my school as you can tell), so I came up with calling myself Vulcan, with the lack of emotional response and distaste for social norms it ft me

I’ve never “wanted” romance, and the idea of physical contact makes my skin crawl (literally and figuratively) Sometimes I’d stop and ask myself if I’d felt  ‘feelings’ for someone.. Like the books described or like my favourite characters on TV?  That... butterfly ‘love at first sight’ heart racing at the sight of another person, but th answer was always no. I even asked the few people in my life I looked up to, to describe “love” (still do sometimes, but that’s more fic research stuff) and it never registered with me which has never bothered me more than a passing itch would.

I was/ am me and there was nothing I could do about it, and as that was the only way I’d ever known it was/is natural to me. back to the ‘discovery’ part of this rant/blog: I can’t really separate discovering Aromantic or Asexual as terms, and tbf I can’t really say for certain when either clicked into place. As with most important things I discovered I wasn’t alone or an ‘abnormality of nature’ through a hell of a lot of research.

I was in university, going to my first few (good) conventions, and I felt surer, of myself I guess, as cheesy as that sounds. this was when I was around 25 Ironically for me this was not that long after after I’d met Ally Dark fairy goth sister lady that she is and started actually finding reasons to like and trust .. anyone really, and shortly after this we met Heather and I discovered among the other things we shared, she was Asexual too, but she’s... i think the term is actually allo-Romantic, she’s interested in that sort of stuff, loves a good romance story, and all the mush attached  

I’m still defining the parameters of me, as we all do, people change throughout their lives no one stays precisely the same but. I AM Aromantic Asexual and that is one thing that I am quite happy to say will never change.

The Uk as far as I’m concerned doesn’t recognise Aromantic or Asexual people enough, not that the rest of the world does either, because we don’t stand out as far as their concerned, (well. Most don’t ;) ) but we exist, we are valid and despite what some would have you believe we do count in the LGBTQIA and that is my “discovery” rant/blog/ ASAW day 1 post

#ASAW2021 #Aromantic #asexual #aroace #lgbtqia #pride #self #discovery #flag #aromantic flag #aromantcism #rant #blog #thoughts

[gstqaobc]

CBC NEWS The Royal Fascinator Feb. 7, 2020 Hello, royal watchers and all those intrigued by what’s going on inside the House of Windsor. This is your biweekly dose of royal news and analysis. Reading this online? Sign up here to get this delivered to your inbox. Janet Davison Janet Davison Royal Expert

Who will step up for Meghan and Harry?

(Lefteris Pitarakis/The Associated Press)

It was a striking image that day in June of 2012 — just six people on the balcony of Buckingham Palace, sending a signal widely interpreted to foreshadow a slimmed-down future for the House of Windsor.

It was the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee marking her 60 years as monarch, and joining her on the balcony were her eldest son and heir, Prince Charles; his wife, Camilla; Charles’s two sons, Princes William and Harry; and William’s wife, Kate. (The Queen’s husband, Prince Philip, was in hospital at the time and it would be four years before Harry met his wife, Meghan.)

Charles has long been thought to favour a core group of senior family members to carry the House of Windsor forward in the next reign.

But Harry and Meghan’s departure from the upper echelons of the family leaves a big hole in that plan.

"I think [Charles] envisaged having Harry as part of that,” Ingrid Seward, editor-in-chief of Majesty magazine, said via email.

Seward said that along with William and Kate, Charles saw his sister, Princess Anne, and his brother, Prince Edward, as part of the plan.

Harry’s departure “really blows a hole into Charles’s well-thought-out plan for a slimmed-down monarchy based on the core family,” royal biographer Sally Bedell Smith

told Vanity Fair

.

Even though Harry is now down to sixth in the line of succession, he would still have been expected to carry out more senior duties for several years because numbers three, four and five in the succession (William and Kate’s young children, George, Charlotte and Louis) are up to two decades away from being active royals.

“So Charles and William have been counting on Harry to be, in effect, third in line to the throne and that’s all out the window, too,” said Bedell Smith.

Harry and Meghan have been staying out of sight for the past couple of weeks and are thought to be on Vancouver Island, where they were over Christmas before making their seismic departure announcement.

In the meantime in the U.K., it’s been royal business as usual for everyone from the Queen on down. Elizabeth was out and about twice this week —

and reminisced about her father and his corgis

— as her regular winter stay at her Sandringham estate, north of London, draws to a close.

Charles and Camilla were at a reception for the British Asian Trust and other engagements. William, who has a new role as Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland, and Kate were at the British version of the Oscars and did a day trip to Wales.

Observers have been trying to figure out whether there’s any evidence of Harry and Meghan’s departure affecting what other senior members of the family are doing.

But in many ways, that seems to be a stretch — at least for now.

“As official engagements are usually fixed some months in advance and Harry and Meghan’s official departure is not until the spring, I don’t think we have yet seen much direct evidence,” Seward said.

“The crux will come on family occasions and none are scheduled in the immediate future. The future of Harry’s military appointments is obviously under consideration and will be announced as soon as it is decided.”

Still, it all leaves many open questions about how other members of the family may step up their roles. One person seen by many as likely to gain more prominence is Edward’s wife, Sophie, the Countess of Wessex.

“I think Sophie will take on a lot more royal duties and patronages,” said Seward.

And then there are Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie, daughters of Prince Andrew, who has stepped down from public duties in the wake of fallout from his friendship with convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein and a disastrous BBC interview related to that.

“I am not sure about Beatrice and Eugenie,” Seward said. “Before all this happened, I know Andrew was keen for them both to have royal roles, but Charles was not.”

Another spring wedding

One thing that is sure for Beatrice — she has a confirmed wedding date and venue. Buckingham Palace said this morning she and fiancé Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi will marry May 29 at the Chapel Royal at St. James’s Palace in central London. The Queen will host a reception just up the road, in the gardens behind Buckingham Palace. After a flurry of royal weddings in Windsor over the past couple of years, this promises to be a lower-profile, smaller and more intimate affair — perhaps not surprising given the controversy surrounding Beatrice’s father, Andrew. St. James’s Palace does, however, have a rich royal history. Other weddings that have taken place there include that of Queen Victoria in 1840. It’s also been the scene of several christenings, including Beatrice herself in December 1988, and more recently Prince George in 2013 and Prince Louis in 2018. Andrew and the FBI — what's going on? Prince Andrew was the focus of more attention recently after the U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York told a news conference held outside Epstein’s former mansion that Andrew had given “zero co-operation” to the inquiry into the convicted sex offender.Immediately after that, sources close to Andrew were reported as saying he was angry and “bewildered” by the claims he had been unco-operative, and that he hadn’t received any request to speak to the FBI.A lawyer for a victim of Epstein also urged Andrew to co-operate with the FBI.Seward said until an approach is made by the FBI through official channels, “nothing will happen.”“This doesn’t lessen the potential wrong, but he can’t answer anything until his lawyers are contacted, and then they don’t have to answer straight away,” Seward said. “I think he will help the investigation, but has probably been advised to wait until such time as all the necessary evidence as to where he was and what he was doing has been gathered.”Andrew has said he did not see or suspect any sex crimes during the time he spent with Epstein. He has also denied any inappropriate relations with a woman who has said she was forced to have sex with him three times between 1999 and 2002. Andrew has said he has no recollection of meeting her..

Royal angst — beyond the House of WindsorOther royal families have also seen their share of controversy and high-profile headlines in the last little while.The public prosecutor in Luxembourg has launched a probe after reports of physical violence toward staff who work for the tiny European country’s royal family.It was only the latest headline there, coming about a week after Grand Duke Henri issued a statement to defend his wife, Grand Duchess Maria Teresa, against allegations of a “hostile working environment” at the palace.“Why attack a woman? A woman who speaks up for other women? A woman who is not even being given the right to defend herself?” Henri said in his statement.Next door, in Belgium, former King Albert II admitted he fathered a child during an extramarital affair half a century ago.The acknowledgement came after a court-ordered DNA test found that the 85-year-old, who abdicated in 2013, is Delphine Boël’s biological father.Boël had been engaged in a longstanding court fight to prove that she is his biological daughter.

Royally quotable

"Yet in 2020, and not for the first time in the last few years, we find ourselves talking again about the need to do more to ensure diversity in the sector and in the awards process – [a lack of diversity] simply cannot be right in this day and age."

—  Prince William

speaks during the British Academy Film Awards

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Fans of the Netflix drama The Crown will have to content themselves with just five seasons, rather than the six everyone had been expecting. Creator Peter Morgan had said he’d planned on six seasons of the show focusing on Queen Elizabeth’s reign, but the other day he nixed that idea and said five seems like the “perfect time and place to stop.” The way the series is going, that should take viewers up to around the year 2000. Given some of the higher-profile royal controversies of late, perhaps it’s understandable why Morgan is content to stop at that point. “I think there’s concerns the closer you get to the present day, in terms of how much dramatic licence can you ethically take about events that are unfolding,” said Toronto-based royal historian and author Carolyn Harris. “And also, the show would become more controversial if it was speaking about events that are in many ways still unfolding at this time, and imagining conversations behind palace doors.” Season 5 will see another actor take on the role of Elizabeth. Imelda Staunton, who’d long been rumoured for the part, will follow Claire Foy (seasons 1 and 2) and Olivia Colman (seasons 3 and 4).

Royal reads

1. A century before Harry and Meghan, an Italian noble family

sought refuge in B.C. — and stayed

. [CBC]

2. The RCMP and U.K. security officials are

discussing how best to protect Harry and Meghan

while they are in Canada, and who will ultimately pay for their security. [CBC]

3. Harry

lost a press complaint

he filed against a newspaper over a story it published about photos of African wildlife he has posted on Instagram. [BBC]

4. To mark the 200th anniversary of King George III’s death, his

massive collection of military maps

has been made available online, offering insight into global conflicts from the 16th to 18th centuries. Also going back in time,

a vest worn by Charles I at his execution

is going on display.  [The Guardian, BBC]  

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[tessimagines]

Dating Jon Snow Would Include:

Jon starting out shy around you.

When he is around you, he often finds that he doesn’t know what to say. He will stumble on his words and go completely blank which leads to a lot of blushing on his part.

You find it kind of adorable and can’t help but smile when you notice his cheeks flash red.

He eventually finds it easier to talk to you and the two of you can find yourselves talking for hours on end. 

Deep late-night conversations. 

You two will just lay in bed, your bodies facing one another and talk about everything. 

PDA is a very rare thing. But sometimes, you will find Jon’s hand on your waist or feel him place a quick kiss to the side of the head. 

In private, however, physical contact is a very big thing between the two of you.

Jon loves having his arms around you under the thick fur covers of your bed. 

Sometimes the two of you will lay naked together by the heat of the fire in your room, your arms entangled in a blissful mess.

Jon loves your hair, even when it is messy and roaming wild. He will position his head when the two of you are cuddling so that his face is surrounded by it’s beautiful strands.

You leading him out of your room during the night to go on little walks.

Some of your best midnight walks involve some of the simplest things, like laying under the Godswood together or making love under the stars. 

Arya adoring you.

Jon is able to tell you everything and does. There are no secrets between the two of you.

The sight of your smile making him the happiest man in all the seven kingdoms.

You and Sam constantly working together to tease Jon.

Getting into the habit of saying ‘I love you’ to each other every time you have to say goodbye.

There would be complete trust between the two of you. 

Jon longing for days when the two of you can just lay in bed together in the mornings.

Sex is common and careful. Jon takes his time, allowing himself to show you rather than tell you how much he loves you. 

Jon being rather quite good at it ;)

The two of you just loving each other with everything that you have.

Making one kickass, awesome couple. 

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[shambali-sinner]

The Closet of Mirth, Part One

I know it has been a VERY long time since I updated this story, but I finally got a surge of muse and I’m going to be riding it as far as I can. This chapter goes way more in-depth with character development than I ever intended, but the characters always do what THEY want to, and I’m not letting myself get in the way of that! Max and Reader have a small fight, prepare to take their physical relationship to the next level, and talk about their past sexual experiences, all in the time between after-dinner “wine” and their nightly fuck-session! (Part Two of this chapter will include the fucking.) I hope you enjoy seeing a different side of Max!

Reminder that this story is DARK! Warnings for this chapter include mentions of sex work and gang-related execution by decapitation, as well as, well, a closet full of detachable robot penises! This chapter is not really safe for work, but does not contain any descriptions of sexual acts. As always with this particular story, Fem reader/pronouns.

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Maximilien leaned back into the velvet couch, swirling a glass of Glenwales while he waited for you to emerge from behind the dressing screen. He stared down into the supposedly aged oil distastefully. “One of the most expensive weights in the world, and it’s practically flavorless,” he complained. “Once that deal in Havana goes through, I’m adding an omnic libation division and designing my own blend. Nothing tastes better than a classic thirty-weight-ten, but none of these vintages can get the formula right, and I refuse to drink that plebeian swill from the corner markets.”

“If anyone can design the perfect luxury oil, it’s you, Max,” you replied, shimmying off your stockings and throwing them over the edge of the screen. You grabbed your silk robe from the other side and slipped into it, tying it loosely at your waist before approaching the edge of the divider and sliding a bare leg into the omnic’s view. “There’s not a person in the world with a better sense for the fine things in life.”

His eyelids lifted a little and he leaned forward at the sight, setting his glass to the side. “Is that your attempt at flattery, my little canary?”

You peeked around the corner, a curl of hair falling out of place and swinging down to frame your face. “That depends.”

“On what?” he smiled back.

You came fully around the corner. “Only if it’s working.”

Some of Maximilien’s joints clicked audibly as he took in the full sight of you. He knew the black silk would look delectable on your frame, shining in contrast to your soft, supple skin. He hadn’t expected you to look so downright ravishing in it. At its shortest it hit your mid thigh but split and dropped dramatically in the front, revealing your smooth, bare calves to him. The back of the robe dragged sensually along the floor behind you, while the sharp neckline barely covered your breasts. At his request, you’d left your lacy red bra and panties on underneath. The way the lock of hair had fallen against your cheek and the faint smudge of lipstick on your pout made you the perfect amount of dishevelled. You looked like a present made just for him, ready to unwrap from his signature colors. He sat there in shock, the only sound the faint whirring of his internal cooling fans.

You lifted your eyes to his gaze and he could see some uneasiness in them, a worry that you were inadequate since he hadn’t audibly reacted yet. Your face fell. “You hate it,” you said, dejected.

It took him another moment to recover. “Of course not, my dear. You simply stunned me, that’s all. Come sit with me. Sing to me, Canary.”

You visibly relaxed and sat next to him on the couch, tucking your legs under you and leaning an arm around his shoulders. Your hand combed slowly through your hair. “And what would you like to hear tonight?”

“Anything to keep my mind off this horrible Glenwales. I should just buy the company myself, you know. Rebrand it, perhaps.”

You chuckled. “Something classic, then. Perhaps an Ella Fitzgerald?”

He hummed affirmatively, closing his eyes and relaxing back as you began the low, sultry intro. You stroked his shirt lightly, fingers slowly climbing to the knot of his tie and gently loosening it. Once you had the top two buttons undone you started moving your hand down to palm him through his pants, but he moved suddenly and caught your wrist an inch above his belt.

Surprised, your voice caught in your throat. He turned his head to look at you. “I have a different idea for tonight, darling. I think you’re ready for it.”

“Ready . . . for what?” you asked hesitantly.

“Come along, my dear,” he said, standing and grabbing his glass, downing the rest of the oil in a single go. “We’re going to my room tonight.”

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet and out the door. The Big Omnic Butlers stood at attention. Maximilien motioned at one of them who then emitted a small bell tone. Your assigned servant came forward. “Good evening, sir. Ma’am,” the small valet omnic said, bowing to each of you in turn. “I expect everything has been to your liking this evening?”

You had learned the previous week that questions of this nature were directed solely at the master of the house while he was present, unless he expressly asked your opinion. He handed the glass to the valet. You remained silent. “See to it the room is put back to rights. We won’t be back in it tonight, but I have an early flight to Brazil  in the morning, so she’ll need to be escorted back for dressing after I leave.”

The small omnic bowed her head. “Yes, sir,” she said. You offered her a small smile and an encouraging hum. She straightened and disappeared into the room.

Maximilien motioned again to the two B.O.Bs, this time to follow behind as he led you to his room. They kept a protective distance, but it was far enough to still afford you some privacy.

“You’re going to Brazil tomorrow? Am I not coming along?” you asked.

“Not this time. I’m meeting with a regular contact about some funding for his tech company. Mundane, really. Besides, I think you’ve shown enough loyalty, I can give you a little longer of a leash now.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Brazil,” you pouted. “I’ve seen such beautiful pictures.”

“I’ll take you with me sooner than you think, I promise.”

“And how am I supposed to take a man like you at your word?”

“Carnival. I’ll take you for a vacation. That gives you a specific, measured time frame,” he negotiated.

“That’s nearly eight months away!” you protested.

“And by then, you’ll be trained enough to fend for yourself instead of needing bodyguards around every corner,” the omnic countered, stopping in the hall and turning to face you. “The only ones in my organization who know who you are, what you look like, are Adeyemi and Akande, and for a good reason. They are the only two I trust not to take advantage of you for leverage against me. You now have a target on your back for anyone who considers me an enemy, whether seemingly an ally or not. I’m not risking you among the people my associate in Brazil works for, or any of my other colleagues, for that matter, until you know how to avoid becoming collateral.”

You both stood quietly for a moment. You’d never seen him get so worked up. You opened your mouth to respond, but stopped yourself. Now was not the time to call him out on his emotions. Instead, you perked up artificially and playfully nudged him, trying to get the mood back. “Okay, Max, that’s fair. Carnival it is.”

The walk to his room continued, and soon was over. The B.O.Bs took their places standing guard outside the double doors while you and Maximilien slipped inside. There was still a bit of an awkward air hanging thick. It was only your second time being in the room, and the first time you would be sleeping in it. Most nights he would simply fuck you in your room and then come back to his own.

You tried to look around the room to find something to spark up the conversation again. Your eyes stole to the new bed against the wall. Custom-made, circular, and absolutely massive, you had never seen anything quite like it. The other time you had been in here the bed had been expensive and lavish, but standard and much smaller, with his energy modulator on a small table off to the side. Now the energy modulator was nowhere to be seen, while the table was on the other side of the room, near where Max was unfastening his belt.

“New bed?” you cocked an eyebrow at your partner as he shrugged off his sport coat and hung it.

“I figured our activities in this room would require something larger and more robust than what I was completing my rest cycle on previously,” he explained.

Oh. That explains it. It’s a sex bed, you thought to yourself. You inhaled deeply, intrigued as you went over and sat on the edge, running your hands over the blankets. You still had a question you would like to have answered. “Max, if you don’t mind my asking, where is your energy modulator? You can’t just go without it.”

He continued undressing and chuckled incredulously at the question. “You really want to know everything there is to know about omnics, don’t you? Very well. My battery charger is on a panel that slides out from the bedframe near the pillows. And since I can already anticipate your next question, no, I don’t need to go through a rest cycle every night. In fact, I could go a fortnight between full cycles, but I prefer to run one every night for diagnostic purposes. The same associate who performs my . . . less legal modifications monitors what you humans would call health. She knows at a second if I’m not operating at tip-top shape and need a hardware or software adjustment.”

“So your secret friend is a she!” you teased, crossing your legs and letting them slip through the silk fabric of the robe.

“Again with you calling my associates ‘friends,’” the omnic sighed, sliding open a drawer in the table and producing a small remote control. “Although I would suppose she is more so than most,” he mused. “Let’s leave her at ‘acquaintance,’ shall we? Anyway to answer the final question I know you’re burning to ask, if I am at low energy, I can charge myself enough for a full day in as little as fifteen minutes, but that’s only in a low-power emergency, and is unsustainable for more than three days. After that, I would malfunction.”

“Well, at least there’s no risk of that right now,” you said coyly. “I’m sure you’re ready and raring to go.”

He glanced back at you, unimpressed with your lack of subtlety, but couldn’t help a twinge of pride stirring inside him at your boldness. It was enough for your current garments to seem all too much in the way at present and he quickly turned his attention back to the remote.

“My dear, I know how much you enjoy the current appendage I wear between my legs, but--” He paused for dramatic effect, pressing a button on the remote which opened an entire panel of the wall. “Perhaps you’d like to try something different tonight.”

You gasped, rising from the bed and joining Maximilien by the newly opened closet. Shelf upon shelf glowed with blue ultraviolet light, showcasing an impressive assortment of omnic cocks of every shape and size. He let you take your time ogling them, counting them, feeling the surfaces and hefting them to feel the weights. Most were made of the same smooth, panelled metal his usual piece was, simply varying in length and girth. The next section contained silicone members with a variety of textures on the surface and tips. The final group were made of glass. Curiously, you looked back at him.

“For temperature play, if you like. We can try out whichever one you want for tonight, and when I get back from Brazil, we can spend time exploring to find your favorites out of my collection.”

“Do they all--”

“Yes, they all ejaculate from the store inside my body, which reminds me . . .” he cut you off, turning back into the drawer. “I have more flavors available for you to choose from.”

You weren’t paying too much attention. Your eyes had fallen on the largest piece on the shelf, which seemed to both have the girth of a soda can and be the length of your forearm.

Maximilien followed your gaze. “Ah yes, that is one I have yet to get to with any partner. Up until now most of my sexual encounters have been one-night stands, and as you can probably tell, it takes a lot of training to be able to take that size. If you like it, we can probably get there someday.”

You were overwhelmed by all the choices available to you. You’d only had two different cocks inside you before. How were you supposed to tell what you might like? No way to know unless you try, you reminded yourself. You’re going to end up trying all of them eventually. Taking a deep breath, you turned to the standard metal pieces and selected one that looked noticeably longer than what you were used to with Maximilien.

“Nine inches is an excellent choice for our first experiment,” he praised, taking it from you and turning around to finish readying himself. “Go ahead and select a bottle from the drawer.”

Peering inside, you noticed about ten different flavors available to you, including the standard strawberry in a pink bottle. Next to it was a soft orange color, followed by a much more vibrant orange. You rolled the lighter-toned bottle between your fingers before nodding determinedly. “I would like to try peach flavor tonight,” you announced, setting it atop of the table while your partner placed his everyday eight-inch member on an empty shelf space. Something about his previous comments unsettled you.

He noticed your slightly concerned look. “There is nothing to worry about, my dear. The light sterilizes every piece completely, and you know how I dislike physical contaminants, so each is washed thoroughly once a week. I promise there is no danger to you.”

“It’s not that,” you bit your lip.

“Then what is it, my dear?”

You paused, unsure if the question would anger him, but ultimately decided you had to know. “You talk about them as if you use them regularly. How much use have these seen? H-how many sexual partners have you had before me?” you stuttered.

For a moment Max didn’t respond. He was confused at why that should matter. He bought you; surely you understood what that meant to him. But as he considered your uneasy features, a thought struck him that hadn’t before. Perhaps monogamy and its connotations were more emotionally important to common human females who weren’t in the business of selling their bodies to strangers. He wanted this arrangement to work between the two of you, and he thought the display of the bed would be enough to show that. But clearly the presentation of the closet full of devices to take your sexual relationship to the next level had jarred you away from thinking rationally. Or at least his own obvious show of considerable prior experience with them had. How curiously the human brain worked! He would just have to answer your questions and then express it to you in words.

“We have been together for two months now. In that time I have not engaged in sexual intercourse with anyone but you,” he began. “Before I obtained you, I would regularly travel with at least three of these pieces, in addition to my everyday appliance. I had made a habit of spending evenings off while away on business with various prostitutes in my bed, both human and omnic, mostly female and occasionally male. Sometimes I would seduce someone at a bar for what you humans call a one-night stand, and on occasion I have seduced patrons of my own casino. There are many partners I have seen multiple times, often calling on them while in their city on business. Sexual encounters for me occurred about twice a week. I have had a total of 27 partners before you. You are my 28th.”

You opened your mouth to say something, face having grown red with either anger or embarrassment. You couldn’t tell which.

Maximilien lifted a hand to silence you. After six years working as a servant, calming yourself at the gesture was involuntary and automatic. In this context, you hated it. But instead of allowing your anger to flare again, you took a deep breath and decided to hear him out.

He continued. “In all my years of existence, I’ve never committed to any single person. I’ve lived my life as a perpetual bachelor, never desiring monogamy -- until I met you. In the past two months I have made every effort to emulate a human relationship as best I can. You are my 28th sexual partner, but my first life partner. I must confess this is completely new territory for me, darling. I’d never shared a bed overnight with anyone until that first night we had together in Paris. I was hoping this new bed I had made for the two of us would express to you my efforts in making this arrangement into a relationship. But I suppose I must be more direct with my communication to that effect in the future?”

You didn’t reply.

“I can assure you, my dear, none of the objects in that closet hold any emotional value for me, nor do they represent attachments to previous sexual partners. They are tools only, and ones that are now free for you to use as you desire.”

You bit your lip. Holy fuck. I think I’m in love.

You took another deep breath. “Since you shared your sexual history with me, it is only fair I share mine. When I was nineteen, I began dating a shopkeeper near Antonio’s manor. I would often go to fetch ingredients for the cook, and over time the young man and I formed a connection. For my twentieth birthday, I gave him my virginity. We dated steadily for several months, until the day I found out he had broken into my parents’ shop and stolen several valuables. He had cheaply used me for information so he could make a quick stack.”

“How did you find out it was him?” the omnic asked.

“Since my family’s business was under Antonio’s protection, his men investigated the robbery and determined the culprit. I found out when Antonio himself brought me the shopkeep’s head to throw into the canal. No one betrays me and gets away with it.”

Maximilien’s eyes blazed. “Adeyemi is right about you. You will make an excellent assassin. But I do hope you realize the more you tell me about the late Mister Bartalotti, the more apparent to me it is that he was preparing you to become . . . his.”

You looked down. “That was the first incident where he showed me special treatment like that,” you confessed. After a moment you met the omnic’s gaze again. “I’m much happier living here, with you, than I ever was in Venice, even working in my family’s shop as a child. Thank you, Max.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that, Canary.” He reached and covered your hand with his own. “My internal clock is telling me it’s getting late, and I do have that flight to Brazil early in the morning.”

You rubbed your free hand over the back of his, a coy smile spreading across your face. “Then let’s not waste any more of our precious time talking . . .” you leaned down and kissed one of his gold rings, then looked up into his eyes through thick lashes. “ . . . Sir.”

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[phoenix1966sbottom]

Big Bang 2019 Honorable Mentions

So this is going to be the list for this year’s 2019 Big Bang entries that had no explicit sex or mostly bottom!Sam/Jared or equal switching and I’ll label them accordingly! I’ll be updating and reblogging this at the end of each day, give or take. No postings on weekends. Please consider leaving a comment if you read any of these stories, as it is the only payment the author ever receives. And, as always, head the warnings where the story is posted.

June 17th - Homecoming by runedgirl on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Summary:   John Winchester likes to say that his son Sam is the epitome of an Alpha, a chip off the old block. Together they hunt the monsters that killed Sam’s mother and older brother, leaving Sam with only fragmented memories of his lost family. John has taught Sam to mistrust Omegas, who are relegated to the lowest rung of society, stigmatized and marginalized as lacking in both strength and intelligence. That doesn’t stop Sam from falling for a sex worker named Dean, a man as strong and smart as Sam who he’s surprised to find is an Omega – but that’s not the only thing Dean is hiding. There’s a much bigger surprise in store for Sam and the beautiful stranger. (this has switching, but it is more bottom!Dean)

June 18th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 19th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 20th - Beast Master by junkerin on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a special agent working now for the EPA (Environment Protection Agency) after a dramatic event killed his partner. Now he is investigating a case of illegal toxic waste dumping.Jared is a ranger in Yellow Stone Park. He lives with his dog Sammy up alone in the park and his main social contacts are his friends and colleges Chad and Gen. He discovered that some one is dumping toxic waste in the park (he found several dead animals). Oh and there is the thing that he can talk to animals.The two are now working together to stop the pollution of an untouched nature. As the two walk through Yellow Stone they both discover there is more to each other than what is visible at the first sight. (equal switching)

Keep This Secret by ellerkay on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  Sam and Dean travel to the fairy realm hoping to make a deal to get Adam released from the Cage. The price: their shared secret. (no penetrative sex, but Sam comes off as toppy)

June 21st - Like a wave crashing over me by @soy-em on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen’s happy with his life. He lives by the sea, spends his days taking photos of the landscape around him and doesn’t really talk to his neighbours. He’s content in the world he’s created for himself. Until Jared shows up on his beach, and for the first time in years, Jensen wants to find a way to overcome his shyness and let someone in. (no penetrative sex)

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday!

June 24th - Nothing that fits the criteria. 

June 25th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 26th - The Sceptre and the Stone by zubeneschamali on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared has been making a living as a smuggler while his city and country have been under occupation by the Iron Lord. It's dangerous work, but it keeps his mind off the way things used to be, and how unlikely it is that they can ever go back. Unlikely, that is, until he gets a package to the one man who could change the world—if they don't both get caught first.Prince Jensen has been in hiding for five years, the last of the rightful rulers of his kingdom. The plans he's been painstakingly making for recovering the throne and restoring magic to his people are brought to a head when an uncommonly skilled smuggler delivers him what he most needs. As he puts his plan into motion, though, he's going to have to figure out how to deal with said smuggler—including the way he makes Jensen want things that have nothing to do with regaining his kingdom. (no penetrative sex, dominant!Jensen).

June 27th - First We’ll Take Manhattan by candygramme and spoonlessone on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a fashion designer looking for a model to be the ‘face’ of his line. Enter Jared, an aspiring Broadway actor who hasn't ever modeled, but Jensen believes he's perfect for the part. Jared has no idea what he's getting into. There's glitz and drama. There's the excitement he craves, but there's also heartbreak and misery lurking just under the surface.In the rush to get everything ready for fashion week, things get complicated. Jared joins Adrianne Palicki and Aisha Taylor, his other models, and Jensen, along with his staff, get busy putting outfits together for him. (no penetrative sex)

You’ve Got to be Kitten Me by dugindeep on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen lives a routine, solitary life with little to no interaction and he likes it just fine. He’d rather not deal with the fuss and rejection of making and keeping connections, so when a stray cat shows up at his apartment building and begs for attention every time they cross paths, Jensen does what he can to ignore it. Of course, that doesn’t last long and he finds himself carving out a space in his world to make it feel at home. Along the road of pet ownership, Jensen meets the very nice and very handsome Dr. Jared Padalecki. The veterinarian's open, warm personality gets to Jensen the same way his new cat has, and Jensen fights against his own hang-ups to get to know him. (warning: no penetrative sex but Jensen wants to bottom)

June 28th - The Road To Come What May by roxymissrose on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest.  A few years back, Dean grabbed his brother and declared to the world, enough! They’d needed to take a breath, and thanks to an unexpected gift from their father, they were able to settle down, act like civilians, at least for a bit. Now, it was time to go back to their only real home, maybe this time for good. What the hell—let some younger, fresher guys handle the world and its problems. Sure, he’d screwed up a lot in the intervening years, but Dean hoped settling down in a new home, and with the promise of normal, he could make it up to Sam. (no penetrative sex)

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday!

July 1st - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 2nd - Nothing that fits the criteria.

Also, as this Thursday is a national holiday in the U.S., Wendy only has stories scheduled for today and tomorrow  for this week. 

Happy 4th of July to those in the U.S. that celebrate it!

July 8th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 9th - Island in the Sun by Mangacat on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  It’s not your typical meet-cute: Jensen, a nano-cybernetics specialist, saved Jared - mortally injured Afghan war veteran - by replacing and rebuilding several of his limbs and organs with cybernetic nano-technology. After struggling with trauma, the otherness of his body, his new extra-human abilities and a very ambiguous relationship with his saviour, Jared has to go on the run from the US government to keep his life and sanity with only Jensen at his side. Now, still fugitives, they’re trying to carve out a life for themselves without tripping any nets of the military and intelligence, when the greatest threat they’ll be facing actually comes from a wholly unexpected direction… (no penetrative sex - I was very tired reading this, so I do not think there was anything mentioned at all, but be aware this is a sequel to a top!Jared story and I might have missed a reference to past events)

July 10th - The Nobleman and the Sword by winterwolke on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Every noble gets to choose their Sword. They use them ti fight, empowered by their very own magic. Jared lost his Sword. He couldn't control his magic and accidentally killed his trusted one. He live a reclusive life in a secluded keep, far away form the arduous intrigues the other nobles play to gain power and wealth. He has sworn to never pick a Sword again, no matter how direly his kingdom might need him. But there is a prophey, and Jared doesn't know yet that prophecies somtimes come true. (no sex of any kind)

July 11th - It's Just a Dimension Jump (to the Left) by Disneymagics on Livejournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen has had a rough life with all the scars, physical, mental, and emotional, to prove it.  He keeps them all hidden because he learned from an early age what telling the truth will get him, a room in a home for troubled teens and antipsychotic meds.  But no matter what anyone else says, he knows monsters do exisit.  From the time he was fifteen years old, he's been on a quest that has consumed his whole life.  Maybe, when he reaches the end of his quest, he can lead a normal life again.  Maybe, he can even reconnect with his high school sweetheart, Jared.  Nah, that's just a fairy tale and fairy tales don't come true.  Not for Jensen. (no penetrative sex; Jensen-centric)

July 12th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday for the last week of stories!

July 15th - Breathless by SamanthaNovak on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen is a lonely English professor with an allergy to nuts. Jared is a paramedic haunted by a college tragedy. When the two meet, they're immediately attracted to one another and form a relationship, navigating through busy schedules, Jared's fears brought on by his past, and meeting each others' friends and family. (no penetrative sex)

July 16th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 17th - Love Is A Natural Disaster by Alltheshrinks on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared Padalecki, Eagle Scout and science teacher, spends his days in the mountains of a quiet little corner of the state of Washington. It’s an idyllic paradise, the Cascade Mountain Range are some of the most beautiful and some of the deadliest volcanoes in The United States, But Jared is content leading his scouts and being alone.Dr. Jensen Ackles, is one of the leadings volcanologists around, second only to his mentor Dr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, volcanoes are his passion, his one love. But that wasn’t always the case.When Jared notices all the signs that their active volcano is getting ready to erupt, he calls the USGS, who sends in his former boyfriend and the man he walked out, Jensen, to investigate.Can they put their feelings behind them long enough to save the town, or will everything be destroyed in one catastrophe or the other?  (equal switching)

July 18th - The Stillness of Wind by TwoBoys2Love on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jared is weeks away from his 17 birthday and out publically when he meets his brother's best friend, Jensen Ackles. A summer romance blossoms... but Jensen's life is a lot more complicated than Jared knows and soon there are secrets and untold truths tearing them apart.  (no penetrative sex)

July 19th - The Seven Warriors by crimsonepitaph on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU.  Jensen is a normal guy. Not terribly social, but he's fine going at it alone. At least until the afternoon his boss - 6'4, long hair, determined to save the world one software app at a time - calls him in for a meeting. Suddenly, Jensen finds himself inexplicably connected to an ancient legend - the myth of the Seven Warriors - by a mysteriously appearing tattoo. He struggles to figure out what the tattoo, the nuclear bomb exploding in his chest every time he gets close to his boss, and the motley crew of almost-strangers they gather have in common. Maybe that they all change Jensen's life forever... (no penetrative sex)

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[doctorgerth]

May I ask for relationship hc's (sfw and nsfw) for X Drake ?Please

Absolutely!!!! X Drake is a little harder to work with since we’ve seen so little of him, so this is strictly just my own interpretation of him. I hope you find it sufficient!! Enjoy, my dear. x

PSA: I am gonna start tagging nsfw content as #sinful or #lemon from now on. That way I won’t experience any more flags! 

Now, on to the sinning! 

X Drake SFW+NSFW Relationship HCs

SFW:

- being a rather serious man, I feel as if he is more inclined to fall for someone fun; not necessarily obnoxious, but someone who can keep him on his toes and keep his life interesting!

- he finds playful attitudes in a partner very endearing; bonus points if they’re mature and sophisticated in front of others, but isn’t afraid to show off their silly side when it’s just them; he enjoys the feeling of being able to “let loose” around his partner after being so serious all day

- he also finds intelligence in a partner very attractive as he enjoys having meaningful, thought-provoking, and informational conversations

- of course he wouldn’t admit it, but he likes someone who can break the scowl on his face; he’s had a sad life, so he’s not opposed to his partner being his little sunshine (definitely a nickname he uses on occasion in private)

- it takes a mighty long time for Drake to fall for someone, much preferring if he’s either known them for a while or if he can develop some sort of trusting bond beforehand; he’s not one to just dive into dating/courting, he needs to know he can trust them before he even thinks about getting involved romantically

- and once he is finally involved he takes his relationship very seriously; very loyal and always willing to protect/care for his partner, and though he might express it in subtle ways, he always offers them his utmost love and affection

- definitely the marriage type as he never dates just to date, he forms relationships with people because he sees a potential future with them; he wants to settle down one day with someone he loves, maybe even raise a family

- not into PDA in the least bit, he finds it super embarrassing (he gets all flustered when they act touchy!), so his partner has to respect his boundaries and the reputation he has to maintain; if his partner desires physical contact, he always makes up for it during their alone time behind closed doors

- he can be a bit awkward as he’s always wanted to express affection for another, but he’s never really known how to, given his past; therefore, he usually lets his partner take control of the cuddling sessions, he’ll just kinda leave his arms open for them to ravish him with hugs and kisses that he graciously accepts

- his kisses are a bit hesitant, always worrying that he’s doing something wrong, so his lover usually takes control in this case as well until he finds a steady groove; his lips are really soft!

- prefers to place his hands delicately on their hips or at the small of their back (if height allows) and take his time with some intimate kissing; if his lover can wrap their arms around his neck/run their fingers through his hair, he’ll be smiling and melting into the kiss!

- loves to touch his lover’s face (preferably without gloves); whether he’s rubbing their cheeks, grazing his thumb over their lips, or caressing their face lovingly, he just cherishes how soft they are and how they always look up at him so adoringly

- he honestly gets overwhelmed sometimes by just how lucky he is to have someone be so unconditionally in love with him; he was raised in an abusive environment, causing him to feel as if he’s unworthy of love and affection, so he needs a partner who isn’t ever afraid to show their love for him as he can be a bit insecure

- his partner must be prepared when he holds on a little too tight, tears welling in his eyes during even the most simple cuddle times; he’s just basking in the love, hoping they can feel just how much he loves them in return!

- not very argumentative, prefers to talk things out; he feels comfortable to openly express his feelings to his partner, so he expects the same from them; he gets really upset if they give him the silent treatment/walk away from him

- besides “sunshine”, he also likes to call his partner “darling”, “dear”, or “love”; sometimes he slips these endearing nicknames in public and he gets super embarrassed, instantly becoming snarky at anyone who makes fun of him for it

- the only time he’s truly okay with his s/o riding his back in dino form is when they’re escaping dangerous situations; but…he has let his s/o ride on his back just for funsies once or twice before, each time swearing it’ll never happen again, but he knows he can’t deny his lover that satisfaction forever

- is not scared to get a little bloodthirsty if someone threatens or harms his lover; nothing as precious as them should ever be attacked; hops into angry dino mode real fast

- speaking of protection, Drake much prefers his s/o stay on his ship or somewhere safe away from the trouble he faces, especially if they are unable to protect themselves; he’s confident in his protection skills but he just can’t take the risk as his biggest fear is losing them and he doesn’t exactly hide it

- though he is a stoic man with a professional reputation to maintain, he always makes sure his lover never ever doubts his love for them through his own unique ways! a very selfless partner who will go the distance to make his lover truly happy in life

(( NSFW UNDER THE CUT ))

NSFW:

- okay first things first, as we all know our Dino Daddy is absolutely weak for women’s naked bodies, but this can apply to a male partner as well!

- he gets super flustered seeing them naked, no matter how many times they’ve had sex by then; his face gets all heated and he just feels like a little teenage boy all over again!

- he’s so eager to touch them but he’s always chivalrous, tending to ask for permission to touch them (even if it’s nonverbal) though his hands have explored every inch of their body time and time again previously

- if his partner comes at him in some lingerie, whew boy he has to fight the impending nosebleed; but he likes to take a minute to enjoy them in the lingerie first, running his hands along the fabric while he mentally takes a snapshot of the beautiful sight, then he gets to his favorite part: undressing them~

- definitely a titty man, he’s a sucker for burying his face in his lover’s tits, they’re just warm and squishy; small tits, huge tits, he loves and appreciates them all!

- very proud of his toned chest and thighs, so he loves when his partner praises him/gives these areas special attention; including raking their nails against the skin, trailing kisses, riding his thigh, etc.

- Drake is not really into inflicting or receiving excessive pain during sex, the most he is comfortable with is scratching, hair-pulling, light biting, and light spanking every now and then; his sharp fangs have unleashed at times, but he never bites hard enough to draw blood

- sex with Drake can definitely be primal, especially in times after battle or reuniting after lengthy time apart, but his choice of love-making is more passionate and tender; he loves to take his time with his partner, relishing in the love they are professing to one another

- Drake is extra handsy during sex, they’re never off his partner! whether they’re on their chest, their back, their legs, their ass, etc. his hands are constantly holding onto his partner as he craves the physical connection, holding them close is just never close enough!

- some of his go-to positions include thigh master, the double-decker, and face-off; since he’s not much of a kinky guy, he typically makes up for it by trying unique positions as long as they are comfortable

- loves a woman on top as he can hold her (and bury his face in her boobs) while she controls the pace, he finds the feminine power beyond sexy; also never against being a bottom with a male partner, Drake is definitely a switch

- one of his favorite places to have sex? the bath tub; it’s so intimate yet so thrilling! this is his favorite place to have his woman ride him as he just relaxes in the water; watching her soaked, lathered body bouncing up and down on his cock makes for some really relaxing sex; with a male partner he prefers to lean back into their chest while lazily grinding on them, allowing his partner’s hands to roam along his body freely

- he’s decent at dirty talk, more comfortable with saying sensual and romantic words than “filthy”, and he prefers to keep things simple, loving to praise his partner; he blushes heavily at a partner who praises him/has a dirty mouth, he won’t always respond verbally, mostly with a low grunt of approval; he curses the most when he’s cumming

- “Mmm, you feel so good, darling.” // “I want to ravish you.” // “Can I touch you here?” // “Does that feel good, love?” // “Oh, you ride me so beautifully.” // “You look absolutely divine begging for me.”

- foreplay is his specialty as he loves taking his time to warm up his partner for the main event; fingering, eating out, sucking dick, he’s always really really good at it; he’s usually a little hesitant going down on his partner (scared of his teeth unleashing) nevertheless he always goes wild when his partner runs their fingers through his hair while he’s down there, encouraging him on

- he’s not very loud in bed and he doesn’t like a super loud partner as he can’t have his ship hearing their business!; if his partner is loud he is inclined to cover their mouth while they have sex, but it works for him as he honestly gets a little turned on by their muffled moans of pleasure

- to counter that, Drake is loud as fuck when he cums, he’ll grit his teeth and grab onto his partner tightly as a growl escapes his throat, a few blaring curses laced among his partner’s name as he releases; he prefers to cum inside his partner, but if they are uncomfortable he will usually release onto their tits (the second best place), their stomach, or in his hand

-  he is wonderful about the cleanup process, quick to grab a spare towel or wet rag to help clean his partner and himself off, he’s always willing to change the sheets and remake the bed together; sometimes they will escape off into the bath where round two typically happens

- cuddle time with Drake is always extra cuddly after sex, he holds his partner close, reassuring that the session was good and that his partner is happy; he doesn’t last long for pillow talk before he snoozes off as he always falls asleep fast with his partner in his arms!

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[thesecondcircleofkel]

NSFW Alphabet, Monoma: A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. I don’t accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together. Request are closed at the moment, though.  

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s pretty good with aftercare, but at first that was just out of habit/manners. In the beginning of your relationship with him, he would just make sure that you had everything that you needed, but he wouldn’t cuddle with you or anything like that afterwards. Once he starts to get more emotionally invested in your relationship, then he’ll be more open to physical contact with you afterwards. Just give him some time, though, because he’ll eventually realize that he loves holding you after sex. Baby boy just needs a minute to warm up to the idea.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)  

On his partner, he loves your face. Your expressions tell him everything, from the slight twitch of your eye when he has managed to piss you off somehow, to the radiant smile that you give him when he has earned your forgiveness for that slight. And when it comes to sex, the sight of your face as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure never fails to send a shiver down his spine, and he strives to burn that image into his mind every time that the two of you are together.

On himself, he’s pretty confident in his whole body, but if he really had to pick a favorite part, then it would be his hands. He uses his hands to gauge how much people trust him; because of his Quirk, people have been wary about touching him in the past, so seeing you holding his hand and letting him touch you so freely always does wonders for his heart.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

He prefers to cum inside of you during penetrative sex, which will be further explained in his ‘Kinks’ section. If you want to hear some really loud moans come out of his mouth, then swallow his cum after giving him a blowjob; the sight of that gets him every time, and he’ll be ready to show you his appreciation for it in no time. This fancy bastard probably has an impeccable diet, so the taste of his cum is far from terrible, and its amount and consistency are both pretty moderate.

D: Dirty Secret

Prone to stealing your clothes so he can masturbate with them. He’s not cumming on your clothes or anything like that, he just likes the smell of you that lingers on them. He prefers taking larger articles of clothing, like your shirts, and he will legitimately just lie back on his bed with your shirt thrown over his face, taking in deep breaths as he pictures you in lewd positions so he can get off.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While his disposition is usually enough to make most people scatter away from him, he’s still easy on the eyes, so there were at least a few people who ignored his over-the-top ways long enough to make their way into his bed. As such, he has a fair amount of experience and he certainly knows what he’s doing in the physical aspects of sex, although the more intimate and romantic aspects are beyond him (until he finally falls in love, at least).

F:  Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s game for any position where he’s on top and in the most control of what’s going on. London Bridge, Pulse, and Spiderman are some of his favorites.

He’ll have another favorite once the two of you get really deep into your relationship, and that will be Lotus. It’s particularly special to him since it signifies that he’s finally ready to share some of his control during sex with you. He has a huge need to be in control of things, but once he loves and trusts you, he’s willing to share some of it with you. It’s a huge step for him, so make sure you praise him for it. He gets really sensual in this position, too, and your heart will practically melt at the things he says to you.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

He’s either really kinky and teasing during the moment or sensual and romantic (if you’re far enough into the relationship), and there is no in between on that. Humor just doesn’t have a place in his sexual repertoire, and honestly, you won’t have the time or ability to laugh at something because of the pleasure that he gives you.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He didn’t really have a ton of pubic hair anyways, and what he did have was really light, but he still shaves it all off. That’s just the way he prefers it, so I guess you could say that he’s pretty well-groomed.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At first, he was all about the motions and the pleasure involved with them, and there was very little intimacy in his sessions with you, if there was any at all. However, once he realizes his feelings for you and he discovers that those feelings are mutual, you’ll have some really sensual sessions with him, typically where he sets you on his lap so you can both work to pleasure each other, and he’ll whisper the sweetest things to you as he holds you and looks into your eyes.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’d prefer to wait until he could see to his needs with you, but he does have a pretty decent sex drive, so he does end up jacking off on occasion. As stated in his ‘Dirty Secret’, he likes to have something that smells like you during these sessions, and whatever that may be, he’ll have it close to or over his face as he closes his eyes and pictures that it’s you that’s slowly working his cock instead of his own hand.

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage- to him, there’s nothing better than seeing you tied up and completely at his mercy. It proves to him how much you trust him to take care of your needs, and deeper on into the relationship, he’ll be more than willing to let you tie him up, as well, although he will be a bit bratty about it.

He loves to tease, and if he can get you to the point to where you’re begging for him, then he will be one happy man.

He’ll do anything to get you writhing for him, and that includes orgasm denial and overstimulation. Again, once he has enough trust built with you, then he won’t have any issues with you also putting him through either of those.

Creampies. He feels extremely possessive when he sees his cum dripping out of you, and the sight of it is bound to send him into a frenzy of need for you.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Seriously, he has no issues with teasing you in public, and if he finds a place where there’s a low chance of getting caught, he is more than down for public sex. He also has a thing for shower sex, and the sight of your wet body just does things to him.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Tease him in public. Whether it’s sultry glances, subtle grinding against him, or well-hidden erotic touches, the feeling of it all being so taboo always gets him going.

Pine for him. Tell him that he’s the only one who knows how to work your body, that only he can make you cum so intensely. Make him feel wanted.

The pining doesn’t have to be strictly sexual, either. If you do something really sweet or romantic for him and he feels really loved because of it, then he’ll be sure to give you a really sensual round later on to show you that the love is mutual.

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything with body fluids other than cum, and he doesn’t like to be degraded, but that’s about it.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

He mainly gives you oral for the sake of teasing you, and he will work you right to point where you’re about to cum before pulling away with the cockiest grin on his face; he’ll make it up to you soon enough, but that does little to ease your frustration at him right when he pulls this trick. On the flip side of that, whenever he’s feeling really romantic, he’ll give you the most sensual oral that he can, taking his time, slowly driving you wild with his mouth as he brings you to a soul-shattering orgasm. He definitely loves to receive oral, and if you really want to get him worked up, pull one of his cards and stop going down on him right as he’s about to cum. The look on his face will be worth it, and the way that he fucks you after this will be absolutely brutal in the best way possible. He would also literally be willing to die for you if you let him facefuck you.

P: Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually always fast and rough at the beginning of your relationship, but once you two have some time to explore your kinks together and he discovers how much he loves to tease you, one of his favorite things in the world is to tie you up while he slowly fucks you until you beg him to go faster. Once he’s emotionally invested in your relationship, he’ll be more prone to throwing in love-making sessions where he goes slow and sensual as he praises you and tells you sweet nothings that are far too poetic.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s not that he dislikes quickies, but he prefers to hold out on you just to see you get all worked and needy for him. If he’s feeling really worked up himself, then he might indulge in one, but it’s more likely that he’ll wait until he can have a proper session with you. That’s unless you’re having public sex, course; in that scenario, he’s all about quickies.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He’s game for both risks (risky as in something like public sex, not sleeping around with complete strangers) and experimenting, given that he’s had time to build some trust with you. He really doesn’t have a lot holding him back sex-wise, so he’s game for just about anything that you want to try.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for 2-3 rounds, and how long those rounds last really just depends on his mood. If he’s feeling romantic and he takes a more slow and sensual pace, then the round will last for a really long time, and his kinkier rounds can last for a while, too, but there will be some rounds that don’t last quite as long, where he’s so desperate for you that he won’t be able to hold himself back.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He absolutely loves toys; they’re fantastic tools to tease you with, and he’d also love to just sit back and watch you use a toy on yourself, dirty talking you and giving you instructions on what to do next the entire time. Once he’s comfortable with you, he wouldn’t mind you using some toys on him; it’s fair play, in his books.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He lives to tease you, so whenever he’s not making love to you, you will be getting teased. As stated above, the worst is when he has you tied up; he will tease you for hours since he knows there’s nothing that you can do about it. The payoff is amazing, though, so just be patient and let him have his fun. He’s also real big on teasing you outside of the bedroom, just to rile you up when he knows that you won’t be able to get any relief for quite some time.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He will either be dirty talking or praising you for the majority of the session, but when he’s not doing that, he tends to make really breathy and drawn-out groans, and whenever he really gets in to something, he’ll let out some moans that can get really loud.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with someone that you both knew. He’d really like to have a session where he sat back and watched you and the other person going at it for a while, throwing in some commands here and there, and once they were done with you, then he’d have his turn with you while they watched.  

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

He’s on the upper side of average in terms of length, bordering on above average at about 5 ½ to 5 ¾ inches. In terms of girth, he’s got about 4 ½ inches to work with, and he doesn’t have any obvious curves to his dick, but he does have a few really prominent veins.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty decent sex drive. He’d like to have sex around 2-4 times a week at first, but once he realizes that he loves you, he has a much harder time keeping his hands off of you, and he’ll have sex with you whenever he can just so he can feel more bonded with you.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep for a while afterwards, either holding and talking to you for a bit or cleaning up so that he can go about his daily business, depending on the time of day that you two were together.

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[bootyassnodt]

Headcanon series - Bruno Buccellati

Part 1 of an anon request, please enjoy some random sfw and nsfw headcanons about the sweetest capo. Also, this is about 1/10000 part of the things I could write about him, so I had a kinda hard time what to include in this one :)

- Having only finished elementary school, he is more of a street smart kind, though he reads a lot, so still sounds eloquent and educated enough to be taken seriously even in higher circles of the mafia.

- He also pays a lot of attention to his image: the way he dresses or wears his hair: it’s always the same, and it’s always impeccable. This is his way of telling himself that it doesn’t matter how exponentially worse things he is doing on the daily, he’s still that nice friendly face everybody trusts, and nothing more. We all know he is ruthless and extremely aggressive, almost sadistic when he needs to be, but he manages to separate that side completely, to save his conscience.

- He has a strange fixation on helping others, to the point of sometimes disregarding if the person in question needs the help at all. He enjoys being the saviour, being the hero, AND not taking credit publicly for that. Worry not, he is not a chaos architect, it’s all coming from a good heart, even if he has some twisted logic behind it.

- Totally unsure about what kind of family he wants to have in the future. On one hand, his own was not the best example: only child, no grandparents, early divorce, and we all know what happened to his father. On the other hand, his relationship with his parents was really good and loving and respectful, so he aspires to be a same kind of father as he had. Also, not only he enjoys taking take of others, he is good at it. He is married to his work though, and the person he is willing to change this for is yet to come.

- He is super fit. Like, damn. He was used to physical activities as a child too, but ever since he is working for Passione, he pays great attention to his fitness, stretching, cardio, weights, hand-to-hand combat, all that jazz. He is very agile (can easily do a spread or a somersault) but also strong, slightly tan skin straining over lean muscles, an unforgettable sight. His hands are also beautiful, yet a bit calloused from the fishing net, ever since his childhood. Fun fact: when his hair is wet, his ears are sticking out of it, and it’s the cutest thing ever. He hates it.

- While his favourite is experimental jazz according to the canon, he also lives for the 90’s pop-punk-alternative music and blasts it on the radio when he’s in a good mood. Of course he owns a walkman.

- Oh, and regarding the age old debate: that’s a tattoo, and he is extremely proud of it. It also extends to his lower stomach, and back, and arms. He got it done on his 18th birthday, and cried like a bitch, mostly when the needle was working on his ribs and his loin.

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- While his first experience was more like an angsty and embarrassing mess, his appetite is definitely on the bigger scale. Regardless of gender, he’s had quite numerous partners, but tends to stick to the same 2-3 people at the same time, as having fix partners can resemble the comfort and normalcy of a relationship, that he wouldn’t have the time for anyways.

- Although he is not one to brag about his endeavours, literally everybody knows around him that Bruno fucks. His whole presence, the words he drops occasionally, his movements, everything about him oozes sex. This being said, he would never mix work with private life, he likes to keep to himself in this aspect too. What does that mean? Of course, there were, are and will be Passione members in his bed, but never those he has business, or direct work contact, or hierarchal relation with.

- He is an amazing lover, the best you can find yourself under, and this is because of his caring and considerate nature. He is not a mind-reader, but definitely feels like one, he just knows when to be gentle, and how far he can go, if he needs to be rough. Also, he is super into his partner’s pleasure, to the point that he put himself to the last place during the deed, so if he comes across someone with a similar mindset, they can end up with something truly wallshaking. He learns fast too, judging from the reactions, from the smallest twitch of a muscle to the faintest moans.

- He has a very strong kinky side. Normally he’s a soft dom, but can take up other roles too it that’s needed. Really into bondage, roleplay, sensory deprivation, edging, and some derailed detachment stuff he likes to use Sticky Fingers for. Don’t worry, full consent and safe words are a must, he will ask for your permission before the first kiss, and before zipping off your limbs too. Loves being called capo during sex.

- Above average in size, but his dick is unforgettable due to being a really pretty one. Intact, perfectly proportional, very slightly curved upwards, and rock hard. The veins are only visible on his shaft when he is getting close. As for the pubes, he keeps them trimmed or clean shaved, depending on his mood, and his partner’s preferences. 

- Especially talented with his hands and fingers, and will make you come multiple times before fucking you, also has the perfect kind of stamina: lasts moderately long, but is ready to get it on again after a short break. This man is a gift.

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[voltagesmutter]

Napoleon C, D, F, H, M, Z. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Heavily into cream pies, he only wants to finish in you but only if your okay with it. He never wants to do anything would upset you.

“Napoleon,” Your fingers threaded through his hair to pull his face closer to yours, your legs wrapped around his waist as he continues in slow rocking movements.

“Are you sure about this my sweet,” A gentle hand comes to rest upon your flushed cheek as you give a the strongest nod you can muster in the moment followed by a ‘yes’.

You’d already hit peak twice, now chasing his own in a slightly quicker pace. Just the thought of he allowing him to come inside you brought him a easy finish, hips juttering forward as he pressed him self as close to you as he could be. A heavy groan followed by your name, one hand grasping the bed pillow beside your head as the other palmed over your cheek. He maintained eye contact whilst painting the inside of your walls white, nothing but love for you pouring from his body.

Despite all his victories in battle, none of them compare to the swelling pride of his heart to think one day you would carry his child. 

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

Not much of a secret, but wants to make you cum multiple times leaving you in a heap of entangled limbs before find his own release.

Your breasts lay pressed against the softness of the mattress, back arching in a curve to when your ass presses high, the taunt muscles of the front of his thighs pressing fiercely against the back of yours, not an inch of distance between you as his cock lies deeply between your folds. Your slightly spread legs are kept in place by his lower calf’s, pushing slightly to keep you held in place whilst his hands lay anchored on your waist to hold you still. The slow thrusts are almost tortuous, each time he pulls off you can feel the sheer thickness of his dragging against your walls before pushing back in at the same pace. He’s searching with his thrusts, searching for that spot that makes you gasp inaudibly and when he finds it, he hits it every time with calculated movements gaining speed and pressure each time. He pulls back leaving half of him self inside you before thrusting forward and pulling your waist back at the same time, just to hit that perfect spot within to make you see stars. His breath becomes more ragged as he feels you tightening around him, even though your only a few minutes into this round, his ego purely swelling to watch you become a drooling mess from the sheer pleasure he’s delivering to you. His pace slows as you come but the intensity doesn’t die down, the power of his slower thrusts cause the bed to shunt against the wall each time as you cry into the sheets beneath you from the intensity. He’ll continuing to hit that spot over and over and over, well into the night until your almost overstimulated, his pace never faltering only slowly to savour the sweet moans that leave your lips and the pure tightening clench of your muscles over him. Only when he knows your a wreck beneath him, arousal and release from purely you coaxing over his balls and dripping onto the mattress below will he chase his release, causing another final one from you so you can be one in a moment of bliss.

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

Has short but thick curls at the base of his cock, definitely matches the drapes with the darkness of his hair. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Wants to look into your eyes, that emotional and intimate craving lies so heavily between you. Our poor Napoleon was so hurt by the ways of his life that he almost clings to this intimacy as a reassurance that he is alive and safe. It’s you who anchors him, it’s you who is the burning beacon in his life, it’s you he wants to know he will do whatever it takes to protect you and keep you safe.

Whilst the bed is great, let’s be honest the things broke a few times before, he loves to make love in the quiet room in the attic. Watching you shudder in his arms beneath the moonlight as the glossy rays settled upon your skin giving an almost glow to you. You’ll either be on your back on-top of a plush rug with your arms around him pulling him closer as his lips kiss yours in time to his gentle trusts. Or he’ll be sat facing the window whilst you straddle his lap, slow grinds of your waist met with shallow thrusting. Head thrown back as his mouth latches onto your breast giving it a gentle suck as the two of you admire each other’s body’s. Either way it involves close intimacy and heavy eye-contact.

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

The smallest actions between you represent your love, you don’t need to be physical 24/7 with Napoleon to know he loves you. It’s the small things that radiate the pure bond between you like the way you walk hand in hand down the cobble street, passersby making comments on very much in love you look. Which of course you are.

It’s so cliche but his love for you. This man is so deeply in love you with that he wants to remind you of it everyday and minute he can. Everything about you makes him hard, the small smiles you greet him with over breakfast, the wrinkle of your nose when you sneeze, the small bite of your lower lip as you concentrate. The way your eyes dance with a passion when you have a conversation you're deeply inspired by. 

Oh god and when you give him that look, that look of pure lust and love beneath your thick lashes, oh by the gods does he have to use all his control not to take you on the spot. The day he was innocently eating crepes at the table, a speciality Sebastian had made him, the look you gave him across the room as the blue of your eyes got lost beneath a heavily glossed fog he almost choked on his food. Never had you looked so needy, so wanting for him, so stunningly beautiful than that single moment. It took under a minute for him to race across the room, pull you to him as his lips worked an assault on your neck pushing you to the nearest available room (which turned out to be the music room). The way you so elegantly dropped to your knees, pushing him against the shut door and took his already hard cock into your mouth nearly ruined him. The dark desire that fluttered across your eyes as you peaked up from your long lashes, cheeks hollowing as you pulled more and more of his length into your mouth was a sight he wanted to be burned into his memory forever. He spilled at the back of your throat before growling and taking you against every surface in the room, the piano bench, the floor, the wall, the window, the sofa and finally over the piano. Both of you purely spent as the room lingered with the heavy scent of sweat and sex. The content smile you gave him as you panted against his chest, the burning still in your eyes made him *just barely* take you to his room and reclaim you well into the night.

The blazing passionate love you both feel for each is the reason your unable to keep your hands off of each other.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Considering how much this man sleeps, he doesn’t fall asleep straight after sex. He likes to tend to you and your needs first, getting a warm washcloth to clean up the stickiness between your thighs as he places loving kisses to your inner thigh. He waits to see the slowing down of your chest rising before giving into his exhaustion, he was plagued with nightmares leaving him consistently restless but since having you held in his arms as he sleeps, the nightmares simply vanished. He can’t bare to sleep without you in his arms and neither can you. Especially since you found out he will passionately kiss the first person who wakes him, yeah you have morning sex nearly everyday. 

Napoleon - K, O, W.

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NSFW Alphabet for Santiago?

Writer: Jess/Lari

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

Okay, let’s go by parts. If you’re just a one night stand, it’s unlikely that Pope will cuddle you or take care of you. He might talk to you a little bit, about where you’re from and stuff, but that’s all.

If you’re his informant, expect him to act like he cares and try to connect with you, caressing your body and asking if you’re okay. He’s actually tricking you into talking and giving him what he truly wants, because he’s just like that.

Now, if you’re in a firm relationship with him, expect him to put you on his chest and basically rock you to sleep. If you’re feeling like talking, he’ll gladly do it, while playing with your fingers intertwined with his. Pope then wants and will spend time with you, either is caressing each other and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, or making you sleep next to him, as he watches you with a smile on his face.

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

Santiago is pretty proud about his arms. He likes how they look when they’re flexed and stuff. But what he really loves is your legs. Pope just loves how fleshy they are and also their softness - how his hands slides down your legs right before he squeezes them and then sink his fingers into them. So yeah, being with his head between your legs is one of his favorite places in the world.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Like a lot of people, Pope’s favorite thing about sex is reaching his high. He loves to do it on your body, rather than doing it inside you - he doesn’t want to risk having a kid, as much as he wants to be a father someday. His favorite thing is to cum hard on the inside of your thighs, watching it running down your skin so he can clean it up with his own tongue before tracing its path and burrying his face between your legs.

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

Santiago loves to keep the dirt pictures his girls sends him, including yours. He keep them inside a box, deep down his wardrobe. Breasts, ass, legs, girls in sexy positions and with sex faces. He likes to look at them sometimes and even jerk off, when he doesn’t have someone to satisfy him. Santiago is pretty visual about sex, so he likes everything that reminds him about it - pictures, videos, movies, whatever. Don’t think he wouldn’t make a sex tape, because he not only would do it like he might already have.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Santiago is waaaay too experienced. He had many women in his life, and of course that one may like what the other doesn’t, but still everything made him an expert event it comes to seduce women and make them wet. He can make you go from something simple as reading a book to whimpering as you feel your own wetness between your thighs in like 5 minutes - and make you come in even less than that. He knows what he’s doing, trust me, you’re in good hands. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Face down. Ass up. You gripping at the sheets. Pope hitting you from behind and watching your sweat making your back shine. Just like this. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Is weird how Santiago likes to smile during sex. It’s not like he laughs all the time and makes it so much that becomes inconvenient, most of the time is without his own notice. But he can’t help it when he knows you’re about to cum, or when he knows that you’re melting between your legs but is giving him a hard time on avoiding sex because you have to get something done. He knows how intimate and serious these moments can be, but he also makes it a little goofy in his own way.

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

Santiago is all groomed, at least down there. He did once and when it grew again it bothered him so damn much that he just got used to getting rid of the hair, and now it’s how he lives. Of course you’re not complaining, it kind of helps when you’re sucking or jerking him off. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Like said before, he only acts lovingly afterwards if you’re his girlfriend. Then, he will caress your legs while looking deeply into eyes as you two talk. Other times, he will hug you tight and kiss your temple, feeling the delicious smell of your shampoo mixed with sweat. In these times, Santiago likes to rock you to sleep, getting warm by nothing less than your naked body pressed against his own. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot, especially if he’s alone. He can go weeks without sex, but not without masturbating. It’s his kind of way to let go of stress and everything bad that may be happening. It’s his little time to enjoy himself. He even came up with this way to cum quicker, that he caress his dick slowly, especially the top, and when he’s almost going crazy with how much he’s teasing himself, he start to pump it as fast as he can. It’s almost impossible not to hear him moaning when he does that - and you learn how to do it as well, as one day you caught him jerking off while moaning your name. You were all wet, but kept staring so you could learn something, and you did.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Bondage - His only kink is a slight kind of bondage. In other words, he only enjoy the act of tying your hands up (or being tied up) with a rope or handcuffs, but nothing too tight. He loves to see you at his mercy, being capable of nothing while he’s capable of doing everything with your body. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

- His bed- A random wall- The shower- Any place he feels like it, as you’ll read on R

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

Seeing you only in underpants is something that REALLY turns him on. He loves your legs so freaking much, so whenever he gets a pretty sight of them - his favorite being them opened up for him -, he goes crazy. He also loves when you initiate things, being desperate to be touched and pleased, throwing yourself at him. He likes being kissed on the neck, and almost loses his shit when you do it while grabbing his dick inside his pants, making very clear what your intentions are.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I’m sorry, but if you’re into anything too harsh, Santiago is out. He has been hurt a lot over his years at the Special Forces, he surely doesn’t want to get hurt during something that it’s supposed to be fun. TIght chains, spanking of any kind, spitting on your face or vice versa, choking - it’s all a no for him. Don’t even try to talk him into, he expects you to respect his limits just like he respects yours.

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

Okay, Pope loves both. He just can’t decide on which one he likes the most.

If he’s with his head between your legs, sensing your smell and your texture all over his mouth, grabbing and squeezing your thighs and feeling all that skin on his hands - that’s just like heaven for him. In the other hand, when you’re with your head going back and forth on him, with his dick on your hands and looking at him in that dirty way of yours, licking is stiffness with the tip of your tongue - that’s like the perfect hell.

So, yeah, doing a 69 blows his mind in every way possible.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

In general, is a mix of sensual and rough kind of sex. Most of the time you just start slow, with great eye contact, Pope sometimes trying to seduce you and making you go crazy without saying it. He likes seeing you go from normal to totally horny without even taking you clothes off, just with him saying sweet nothings on your ears, grabbing your waist in a suggestive way, kissing your neck very slow.

The last thing you know you’re with your head down and ass up and Santiago is fucking you hard, grabbing your ass as if his life depends on it and making you scream his name when you cum.

The truth is, in spite of his knees and stuff, he can still take several rounds or how many you can handle. Sometimes you feel like his too excited and that’s gonna cost a large period of pain all day for him, so you just go over him and ride him in that way you know he loves: wagging on top of him - because in the heat of the moment he just don’t care about his fucking knees. That way he can get fucked all day and won’t mind at all, which is the same for you too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Pope likes quickies. Yeah, he loves that slow sex with all the preliminaries and stuff, but the adrenaline and that awesome feeling of doing it fast and urgent just gets him going. He finds you very hot, and sometimes you’re just in some random place when he suddenly gets hard and in a hurry just to fuck you and feel you all around him. Then all he need to do is get you in the same spirit: all wet and not in total control of your actions - which is not difficult for him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As said before, Santiago doesn’t miss a chance to do it in whatever place he wants to have you, so that means he’s not very afraid of taking some risks. Actually, he doesn’t care a little too much and sometimes you have to put some sense on him - like when you’re in a library because of some research you have to do and he insists on doing it in the last sector, where are placed the books he says no one looks for.

You can’t deny you like the feeling of almost getting caught - and sometimes of don’t get caught but, when you get out of some place you where doing it, knowing that everyone knew what you where doing. Is like you’re dumb teenagers again and you love him for making you feel like that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As much as he’s a guy who can handle lots of physical activity, when it comes to sex he’s usually done after round two. Sometimes he can go for a third round if it means you sucking him off or him eating you out - otherwise, actual sex will end after the second round, that’s usually rougher, quicker and all about cumming hard and all over each other.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He likes toys and isn’t even a bit opposite to them. He thinks they can spicy things up in the bedroom, and he’s not wrong. However, Santiago feels embarrassed to go to a sex shop alone to buy things, and is even worse doing it online. He usually uses your collection of toys. The only toy he owns is a black handcuffs with fur on it, that he got from an ex girlfriend after the split. He likes to use it on you, making you be at his mercy, and also to have you using on him, so you can do whatever you want to him as he’s not able to touch you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a motherfucking teaser. He loves to see you melting in his arms, almost begging to be fucked or even touched. He’ll kiss your neck, grab your legs, slightly touch you between your legs and then pull away just as you start to moan. Santiago also has you whimpering as much as he wants just by whispering to you what he’s gonna do, where he’s gonna touch you, and how hard he’ll fuck you. So yeah, he can definitely make you wet - and sometimes even make you cum - without actually having sex with you or touching you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Santiago is quite loud. He loves to moan, and even to speak during sex if he’s feeling energic, asking you if it’s feeling good or just telling you to keep going through a few curse words. But his thing is moaning, he loves to hear you and to moan for you too, just to let you know how fucking good you’re making him feel as you clench yourself around his dick.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Santiago lost his virginity at his old car, behind a fast food restaurant. There’s not much to say about it, it was with a random girl he liked at that time both of them at the second year of high school. He was kind of a womanizer back then, sleeping with girls but never actually having a relationship. This keeps going until now, but much less than before.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Between 4 or 5 inches, slightly curved to the right, not that thick but very veined.

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

Not that high anymore. Santiago loves sex and yearns for it like every other person, but it’s not like when he was a teenager anymore. He can go for a good three or five weeks without sex. It will drive him crazy, but he can do it. Being part of the US Special Forces means you have to live without sex for months, so he kind of got used to it. Of course that, if he can choose, he chooses not to stay without sex - like I said, he loves it and yearns for it. But it isn’t something he’d complain, if he couldn’t have sex. He has his hands, and sometimes they’re enough.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Santiago is kind of weird in that part. Or he sleeps like a rock right after you do it, or he just can’t close his eyes at all. When he sleeps, is deep and calm, as if that’s just what he was waiting to do the whole day. When he can’t sleep. he just keeps talking to you and never run out of things to talk about, even if you fall asleep and he doesn’t notice.

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[lukes-writing]

Character Introduction: Whisper Johanna Archer-Gutenberg

Project: The Dreamcatcher series Name: Whisper Johanna Archer-Gutenberg Age: 19 Height: 161 cm (5″ 3,4′) MBTI: ENFP

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Appearance

Whisper is a slight girl of average height with fair skin and flat chest which is sometimes a target of mockery. She has dreamy, faraway hazel eyes and a winsome, mysterious smile; the combination of these traits lends her a slightly otherworldly, uncanny appearance. Apart from her face, her most prominent feature is her fair hair tied into long dreadlocks.

Whisper's style of clothing is as eccentric as her hairstyle and personality. She usually dresses in loose-fitting clothes of bright colors and floral patterns including long skirts, sundresses and airy blouses. She feels the best walking barefoot.

Whisper also wears excessive, flashy jewelry and plentiful of talismans, magical amulets and lucky charms. She has also several tattoos, the most prominent being a large dreamcatcher on her upper back. Due to her eccentric appearance and style of dressing, she's nicknamed "the hippie girl" by her friends and she doesn't mind it

Personality

Whisper is a difficult person to understand. Even though she's generally kind, caring and positive person, it takes a careful, delicate approach to reach into her comfort zone and gain her trust. She is whimsical, even erratic, and nobody knows what's going on in her mind at the moment. That makes her difficult to lead and control, even though her spontaneous and impulsive behavior can offer a solution to many challenging situations.

She is generally an extroverted person who enjoys company, but like most aspects of her personality, her temperament is a subject of frequent changes. She enjoys time alone, spent by relaxing, meditation or long walks. She is the happiest when she's at peace with herself and the world and values all kinds of harmony.

Whisper is also very sincere about her feelings and is not hesitant to express them, no matter how harsh it may sound. She is also open about which people she dislikes and tends to avoid them at all costs, even if it means getting into more conflicts which is frequent because of her stubbornness and quirky nature. On the other hand, when she gets on well with someone, she quickly becomes attached and makes a great friend.

Even though Whisper seems timid at first, she is open about nudity and sexuality, claiming it's a natural part of life. On the contrary, she strictly condemns any kind of intolerance, hate, bigotry or unnecessary violence. Her opinions are liberal and she has trouble accepting authority, especially when the person is trying to assert their dominance using force.

She abstains from alcohol, but rather frequently smokes marijuana which helps her unwind and focus. She claims it also enhances her ability of astral traveling. She is open to experimentation of all kinds, but she's also rational enough to not let it go too far.

Skills, talents and weaknesses

While Sienna is the team's most valuable member when it comes to logical thinking and far-sighted decisions, Whisper is appreciated for her intuition and creative approach to problems. She always follows the voice of her feelings rather than cold logic which can end up with various results.

Whisper is artistically gifted - she is able to paint, compose poems and play several musical instruments, which takes a toll on her practical abilities such as the knowledge of technology or the ability to do manual work. Since she is usually lost in her thoughts, she's also forgetful and scatterbrained.

Another of Whisper's strengths is her empathy and ability to understand people. She can see the person's true nature and intentions just by spending a few minutes with them. She's extremely sensitive to body language and can perceive the person's aura to some degree, making her an efficient lie detector.

Whisper's greatest weakness is the lack of physical strength. She's not proficient in any kind of martial art and neither can she handle a firearm or a weapon. This is partially caused by her strictly pacifistic nature and also by her slight, delicate frame not suited for physical combat. Moreover, in stressful situations, she often tends to panic and rushes into stupid decisions. That's why she usually counts on her battle-skilled teammates when it's going tough.

Special powers

Whisper's special power is astral traveling, an ability to detach her soul from her body and travel through the astral realm. This allows her to travel unseen to dangerous or restricted areas without the risk of getting hurt. During the detach, the body and soul are connected by a silver astral rope called a "Lifeline" by the travelers.

Her ability requires years of training in the form of meditation and relaxation techniques and has several levels of mastery:

Out of Body - the traveler can detach their soul from their body and roam the astral realm;

Out of Space - the traveler's soul isn't affected by space, allowing them to immediately transfer the soul to any place in the world;

Out of Time - while traveling, the traveler's soul is unaffected by time, able to change the subjective perception of it.

The ability also has several drawbacks. The most obvious one is that Whisper's physical body is unconscious when her astral body is detached. That requires her to either perform the detach on a safe, isolated place or to have someone to look after the senseless body and protect it from harm. Also, to perform the detach, Whisper has to remain relaxed and focused for a while, making it hard to detach in the middle of the fray. Another danger are the immaterial astral beings known as "Hunters" which possess a potential threat to the detached soul.

Her abilities allow Whisper to serve as an efficient spy since physical boundaries don't affect the detached soul. Also, while on the Out of Space level, she can immediately contact any other person able to tap into the astral realm anywhere in the world.

Questions

Favorite color? Green

Favourite artist? 

Favourite animal? Dog

Least favourite animal? Toads (because they’re slimy)

What element would they be? Wind

Theme song? Waiting on the Sky to Change by Downplay

Alignment? Chaotic Good

Deadly sin that best represents them? Lust

Which animal would they be? A swallow bird

Socioeconomic level? Comes from a rich family, but money doesn’t mean much to her

Hobbies? Reading, poetry, music, walks in nature

Patience level? Variable, according to her current mood

Favourite place? Anywhere green and calm

Role model? Her uncle Wiccan Salisbury

Favourite foods? Grilled salmon with vegetables, sushi

Favourite book? The Harry Potter series

Pets? Four budgies (Godric, Rowenna, Helga, Salazar) and three dogs (Arwen, Frodo, Gandalf)

Most appropriate TV trope(s)? “Granola Girl”, “Does Not Like Shoes”, “Cloudcuckoolander”

Smells like? Spring air and a soft perfume

How do they feel about love? She believes in true love and soulmates, but her urge to seek variety and new things in life makes her doubt she would be able to stay with just one person for the rest of her life

Quote/catchphrase: She sometimes tends to replace profanity in a sentence with some more innocent word, creating expressions like “What the twig is going on here?”

Least favorite color? Gray

Fears or phobias? She suffers from mild claustrophobia; being in a closed, isolated room makes her anxious

Music they listen to? Ambient music, soft rock

Bad habits? She occasionally smokes marijuana

What turns them on? Quiet, affectionate talk, soft touches, neck kisses

What turns them off? Roughness, insensitivity

Religious and to what extent? Any spiritual beliefs? She firmly believes in some kind of higher power, but is not a part of any organized religious movement

Kind of student if they attend/were to attend school? (e.g. class clown, straight A) Her grades varied greatly according to the subject and her current mood. She wasn’t too eager to study as she preferred to groom her artistic side.

Random fact!

What ONE item would they take to an uninhabited island? A notebook to write down all kinds of ideas she would come up with

Outlook on life? Always positive, “happy accidents” outlook

Favorite object? Her decorative brooch shaped like a key with wings - she considers it her lucky charm

What was your character like as a child? She tried to be well-behaved to her parents’ image, but her erratic, moody personality sometimes caused discords

What is something other people assume about your character? Judging from her look, the people can guess her loony personality and inclination to art, but they also often assume she does drugs and/or takes sex very irresponsibly

Nervous habits? Talking to herself

Addictions? Apart from harmless addictions like tea, books and music, she has no harmful addcition

Enneagram type? 4

Siblings? Knight Edward (older brother), Liberty Camilla (older sister)

Wears jewelry? Yes, she wears a lot of excessive, flashy jewelry

First kiss? (when and with whom) When she was 18, she experienced her first kiss and first intimate experience with her best friend, Noelle

Glass half full or half empty? Half full

Belief in an afterlife? Yes

Views on gambling, lying, killing, etc...? Strictly negative. She is a person of firm morals and she hates people with questionable moral code.

Do they stand up for what they believe in? Always, firmly

How much do they value money? Not much. It can buy nice things, but it’s not the most important thing in the world.

Wants to get married? Indifferent

Wants to have kids, raise a family? Indifferent; not yet decided

Cat or dog person? Dog

Is there one fictional character (print/stage/screen) you could compare them to? She has a part of Luna Lovegood in her, but there are a lot of differences

Anyone they really hate? Bigots and hateful people

How has their look/design changed over time? Not really, I’ve always wanted her to be like this, so I created her this way. She was maybe more timid in the early stages of development.

What brings them the most joy? Being herself; people accepting her for who she is

Do they play any instruments? Violin, piano, flute

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favorite holiday? Christmas

Nickname(s)? Often nicknamed “hippie girl”

Would they dare kill someone? Only if there was no other way to save a friend/family member in danger

Body modifications? (Piercings, implants, tattoos, etc.) She has several tattoos, with the most prominent being a large dreamcatcher on her back

Author’s Note

So this is my first character introduction (with more to come in the future), of course I’ve picked my favorite in my current project ^^ If you have any further questions for/about Whisper, or if you have any feedback about her, please send me an ask or post a comment! If you enjoy my work, you can consider a small donation at www.paypal.me/lukassladky. Thank you for stopping by!

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