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golicth‌:

There was a ghost of a smirk sitting at the corner of his mouth, etching the faint outlines of predictable amusement that came with her complaints. Most people had issues with the rules, which, had he come as a rescue, he would have as well. But… tough shit, am I right? He stood for a moment, tips of his fingers scratching at the days worth of stubble that had gathered along his jaw bone. “You clearly have too much confidence in the behavior of others,” he finally let out. “There’s a reason they’re in place as they are.” His hand fell and the gargoyle offered the girl a shrug. “Avoiding destruction and what not. What else can you complain about?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time with a lot of people. Learning their behavior was kind of my specialty.” Certainly, it had been a certain kind of people, but the fact of the matter is still there. She learned people front to back as quickly as possible for the purpose of her job, both clients and her family. “According to some not all the reasons are the same. It seems like they’re sponsors because they used to be rescues.” As for things she could complain about... there were probably a few. “Nothing I can change. Kind of makes it pointless. It just feels nice sometimes.”

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coldkept‌:

“You should leave.”  He spoke without even considering a filter, not that he would have anyway. It seemed like the simple solution to the problem that the rescue took with the way the town did things. Granted, he wouldn’t have handed his memories to anyone here either, but he wasn’t trying to have anyone vouch for him. Instead, he’d been recruited, which gave him the privilege of leverage. Either way, he squinted at her a little a bit, as she continued to speak - entirely too much, if were being honest here. 

“If it’s not worth it, you should definitely leave. Otherwise, you’re going to be sharing your memories with someone, even though you don’t.”  He paused to make air quotations. “Feel like someone needs to vouch for you.”  

He said it like that was the easy option. And technically maybe it was, but she couldn’t just leave. She’d be caught in a heartbeat and then her life would be over. “I can’t. I need the safety that Folie would provide.” Catarina frowned at the way he so simply brushed away her concerns. Many of the sponsors were like that, she was finding. It was simply making her feel less sure about sharing her memories with any of them. At some point, she would have to give in, she knew that.

“Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean I’m not going to give in. Eventually.” And she would simply wait until the last moment, though she didn’t have much time. At this point, it felt like she was aiming at a dart board and throwing with her eyes closed. 

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interdommensional‌:

“The most iconic thing lil Kim ever wore was a pastie over one free range titty.” There was definitely more to that story but she wanted to give ample time for the statement alone to take make an impact. “Wear whatever you think works, or feel free to go through whatever’s in there.” A broad motion given to the closet on the far end of the room. Her clothes were a very strange selection, but the offer was there regardless. She’d been far too spoiled before her last sponsorship had been ripped out from underneath her - and if anything showed that, it was the collection of fabric that had been neglected on most of those hangers.

“Either way, I intend to parade around as if I’ve got that very popular sponsor stick up my ass, and I highly doubt anyone would dare blink an eye at either of us.” Despite the fact that Juliette didn’t take to making friends so easily, this seemed different. The girl had a similar, a familiar kind of pain whirling around her that made it more inviting. If she could, Jules would have made a collection of all the broken things in this town that reminded her of her own scars. Regardless, shoulders shrugged for a moment before returning to the conversation.

“But I warn you now, if you bitch out on my brilliant idea, I’m going to judge you for the rest of our eternal lives.”

A short, sharp laugh left her at that. She didn’t fully know what it meant, but the phrase ‘free range titty’ really caught her off guard. At the offer of her closet, Catarina moved forward. This was something she had some familiarity with. The girls at Eden often shared clothing with one another, the boys too. She was used to having her own closet be free range and so felt no hesitation in accepting the offer to look through Juliette’s extensive collection. “Did you bring all of these with you?” she asked, a touch of surprise in her voice as she pulled out a dark jewel toned dress with some very interesting cutouts. 

“I feel like there are far more interesting things to have stuck up one’s ass,” she muttered, half to herself out of amusement, half to Juliette. “Is this one alright?” she asked, waiting for the barest of confirmations before shameless stripping out of her current ensemble to pull the dress on over her head. “I’m not going to bitch out. And trust me, I’ve got a lot of judgement on my shoulders, yours would only add to the pile,” she said, her voice muffled by fabric until she got it settled into where it was supposed to sit. 

“So what, we just go out and see what’s out there? Find something exciting and then, what, revel in it? Or move onto the next thing?”

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flowersforerzulie‌:

“I believe they call it a trust exercise.” She explains in a light tone. Somehow, Celiste has become an expert at sounding just the right amount of convincing and amused throughout the years. It’s light hearted and convincing, just as sweet as the wine they were getting ready to drink - but able to kick your ass all the same. Rarely, did she have to use that part of herself, but she knew it well. There was no forgetting where she been, and what she had been through.

“Half my life can be found misconstrued and out of context in some bad folklore books, you wouldn’t be taking a damn thing from me that I wasn’t willing to give, that’s the point. I want you to want to stay, I want you to have the comfort that you have always deserved and if that starts with laying all my shit bare? Then that’s where it starts.” She speaks with such an unshakeable truth, a determination that makes it hard to debate what she’s saying isn’t coming straight from the heart. It’s the goddess in her, it’s why she was given her power to begin with. That compassion.

“And that’s without obligation, you don’t owe me shit if I’m giving you something you didn’t ask for. I’m giving you something that I want to give you, for no other reason than because I want to. No debt owed, and if it gains even an inch of something you needed? Then trust me, it would be worth it to give you them every day.” She finished before taking up the seat next to her again, bare feet ghosting the wood planks of the plantation style porch they sit on.

“The choice is yours, as it always will be, but if you’d like, I can just tell you all the details but I can promise, that’s going to take a lot more wine.”

Trust. She fought the urge to scoff. Trust wasn’t always such a necessary thing and many of the people she’d trusted before only left her with disappointment. What kind of exercise was that but one to teach her to go in the other direction, to not trust? Still, she spoke with so much conviction that she wanted to believe her. Knowing that receiving her memories was something she wanted to do for her... it was strangely intimate, in a way she wasn’t familiar with, not really. Even her relationship with Isobelle, for as much as they had talked, there was something about sharing memories, concrete memories that did so much more than just saying it out loud. 

“I really don’t think I can tell you how... weird this is. A good weird, but, I’ve just never had anyone who would do something like that and then not expect anything return.” It went without saying that even if Celiste didn’t want anything in return, if Catarina wanted to stay, then she would have to give up her own memories or forfeit her place in one of the only safe spaces she’d ever known. 

“It’s less about comfort, really. I think it’s more that... there’s just so much in my memories that I don’t know, I just don’t think anyone else should have to know about me. All I did for years, a lot of things I’m not proud of, it’s just stuff that I wouldn’t want anyone to know, because I wouldn’t want anyone to-- to pity me, or look down on me because of it all.” The way she’d thrown herself into work, the way she’d essentially signed the death for her love because she asked after her, the way her ‘family’ turned their backs on her. “Do you know what I mean? And I feel like, it would be easier to just give up my own memories and then figure that out before accepting anything like that.”

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fallenstella‌:

       “Yes, the council. I’m a former member. If there’s an act of abuse, I know it was treated with the utmost urgency. If Folie doesn’t stand behind its practices and the rescues it swears to protect, then the entire thing falls apart.” Stella shrugs and scratches at her cheek. Her throat clears after that. She still believes in the town. Maybe only in fits and spurts, but it’s something. She looks at her and shrugs. “Former sponsor and former angel. I’m neither of those things now. Doesn’t matter.” She waves it off. “No one will force you. Only if you want to stay. A sponsor isn’t there to take advantage. Only to help.” The smile isn’t one that’s meant and Stella doesn’t blame her. She understands. But then she laughs. “Depends on the sex, but yes, I tend to agree. It’s a big deal and can be overwhelming for both parties. It’s okay to be scared.” 

Half of the things Stella told her made little sense. She was a former member of the council? But why wasn’t she anymore. And why wasn’t she a sponsor or an angel? It was hardly any of her business, but the fact that she was bringing it up made it seem like she would be willing to share. “Right. But the fact remains that compliance under duress, aka, getting a sponsor and sharing my memories in order to stay, counts, in some regard.” She shook her head, grinning in spite of herself. “Sex is hardly a big deal. It’s just something, a means to an end, who knows. Unless you meant the memories but yeah. I don’t know, I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, a lot of people do it, and clearly they work out fine, but it’s not easy to come around to in a week.”

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Ultimate sinday meme

Words

“Baby, come closer”

“God, you make me so hard/wet”

“Keep doing that…”

“F-fuck, that feels good”

“Strip for me. Now.”

“Let me take care of you”

“How do you want it?”

“Tell me what you want”

“Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you”

“I need you so badly”

“Is… is it going to hurt?”

“I promise, I’ll be gentle”

“Please, be gentle?”

“I love the way you look at me”

“Tell me if you need me to stop”

“G-God, don’t stop–”

“Spread your legs for me, love”

“Does this feel good?”

“You always surprise me”

“Want me to surprise you?”

“Would you wear this for me?”

“Looking for a good time?”

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say”

“Cum for me, [insert name/nickname here optionally]”

“W-what is that?”

“Can I touch you?”

“I love your moans”

“Kiss me again”

“Oh, the things I want to do to you…”

“Make me.”

Actions

🔴 For my muse to straddle/top yours

🔵 My muse begins nibbling your muse’s neck

🔶 My muse decides to wake yours up with oral sex

🔷 My muse slowly strips for yours

🔺 For my muse to slip their hand between your muse’s legs

🔻 My muse slowly undressing yours

⬛ My muse whispering dirty things in your muse’s ear

🔳 My muse gropes your muse’s backside

⚪ My muse joining yours in bathing (can be nsfw or sfw)

🔄 My muse worshipping your muse’s naked form

➕ My muse pushes yours to their knees

➰ My muse kisses yours with tongue involved

🔘 My muse begins to grind against yours while spooning

♣ Your muse finds mine wearing nothing but lingerie

Send +🔄 at the end for reverse!

Aftermath

“Are you okay?”

“How do you feel?”

“Please, tell me if I did anything wrong”

“Did you like that?”

“We should do this again”

“I’m okay”

“We are never doing this again”

“Ready for another round?”

“Oh god, that was amazing”

“Wanna share a shower?”

“That was fucking awful”

Kink

“How do you feel about rope?”

“Be a good girl/boy, and sit on my lap”

“I want you to scream my name tonight”

“That feels… weird”

“Remember the safeword, okay?”

“Are you into BDSM?”

“You’ve been a bad boy/girl”

“Punish me”

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flowersforerzulie‌:

The smaller her voice, the more Celiste worried. It was probably an unpleasant after shock of allowing herself to feel. Empathy was a motherfucker, after all. It wasn’t just as simple as sympathy, though. There was something hauntingly familiar about the waves of emotions that had come off the succubus. Perhaps it was her first love, or the second. The thought alone had her twisting rings again, nervous habit that always had the time to betray her.

“White.” She repeated as if giving the other a chance to change her mind as bare feet hit the worn hardwood of the home. Most would have wanted new, wanted something with less of a story, but that never did appeal to her. She’d refinished a large part of the house herself, no matter its size, on principal alone. It needed to feel like a home, like it had been lived in, not some new thing filled with sharp edges and overdone design.

After a few minutes in the kitchen, the trip to the wine cellar having already been made, she’d returned with twin glasses and the bottle. It was sat on the in table between them, reaching over to allow fingers to ghost the rescues face. They then tucked a piece of hair safely behind her ear. “We’re not supposed to do this, and they’d gladly throw me out if they knew, but do you want mine? The memories, I mean. They aren’t pretty, and they’re a hell of a lot more pain than anything else, but if anything I’ve been through will help you for even a second, you should have it.”

Catarina watched as Celiste moved around the kitchen with an ease she had never managed to perfect. Where she had grown up, comfort was never really an option. She was always either on her toes, worried about the appearance of someone who would call her out for doing something wrong, or she was performing for someone else’s fantasy. Never had she really had the option to simply exist. When she had, well those memories were perhaps a little too close for comfort.

The hand on her face made her draw in a short breath, before she let some semblance of peace settle. It wasn’t a demanding touch, nothing that pulled her in one direction or pushed her in the other, it was just... there. She found she didn’t really mind it, and as the hair was pushed out of her face, she found herself looking up at the woman in front of her. 

“I can’t ask you to do that. Hell knows I don’t even want to give up my memories, and I have to to stay here. Why would you want me to have them if you don’t have to? If you’re not even supposed to?” she asked incredulously. Why would anyone want to show someone their memories? Especially if said memories were filled with horrible things. “I don’t know if they would help, without seeing them, but I wouldn’t want to take that... I don’t know, privacy from you if it would be for nothing.” 

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fallenstella‌:

catarinasa

       She chews on her bottom lip as she watches the other rescue.·“Maybe it’s not enough time. And maybe some people abuse it. But again, you can always leave. You can risk it out there where it’s far more dangerous. The council is put in place for a reason. If you feel unsafe, go to them.” Her face turned into a scowl. Stella could warn the woman to avoid the dragons, that they didn’t really care unless it profited them in some way, but it wasn’t worth the hassle if she was overheard.·“You never know how lucky you might be. I met the love of my life because even though she was terrified and had been abused, she trusted me enough to share her memories with me. You never know if you might meet your best friend. No, a sponsorship might not be forever, but everyone has something to offer. I choose to believe in that instead of whatever evils might lurk in the shadows. If you need help, I’ve been here a while. I can steer you towards those with compassion. No one wants·to really share their memories. But this is how Folie works.” She shrugs as she runs a hand through her hair.

“The council,” she said, mostly to herself. She wanted to know who she was supposed to speak with, even if she didn’t trust herself to actually do it. There was too much ingrained in her to do that. But, as she listened to the woman’s story, how she had found the love of her life, she both softened and tensed. Maybe she was being too much of a pessimist for the whole thing, but she didn’t know how else to think. Could she find love in a sponsor? Did she even want to? The wounds felt too raw to even consider it at the moment. “I didn’t know you were a sponsor,” she said, eyebrows drawing together. If she was a sponsor, what was she doing in the community housing? “I don’t know. I guess it’s just-- I spent my entire life doing a lot of things I didn’t really want to. What’s one more?” she asked, though the smile that accompanied the words was flat. “This is way more personal than sex though.”

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interdommensional‌:

“Well..” She started to take up for whatever attractions she might have missed in the time spent wrapped up in her own selfish desires, but thought better of it. It was rare anyone in these streets found time for something simple, something that was light enough to allow them to enjoy the little joys in dressing up and forgetting what, and who they were for the night. The thought alone caused an amused little smirk to fly past features, fleeting as it was, before shaking her head - as if shaking out of the entire thing. 

“Let’s just say if there is, I haven’t found it yet.”  The wraith offered a more nonchalant shrug of shoulders before she was turning, paying more attention when the name was handed out. A face to put it to was always important, even though Jules prided herself on being able to remember both of them. It was a strange challenge, breaking that particular mold. 

“Juliette.”  The nickname was only given to those who had earned it, and Catarina was far from that, unfortunately. However, she seemed harmless enough, most of them did. Fingers played against the fabric of the dress before a nod was given. “Maybe we should go find one, question is…do you have the right attire?”  She challenged, offering her a grin as if encouraging the other girl to take it. 

Juliette. She tucked that away for later. She had always been alright with remembering names, remembering a lot of things. She didn’t want to lose that now that she was in a new place though. And Juliette was one of the first people to really talk to her since she’d arrived. At least, one of the first people to talk to her without it turning into a conversation about which sponsors she was considering and all that. 

“We?” she asked, surprised out of her thoughts for a moment. Still, her grin was so contagious, Catarina couldn’t stop a disbelieving one from forming on her own face. “I don’t have a whole lot. Most of my dressier attire isn’t exactly... I don’t know I mean, it’s kind of more for very specific circumstances. I didn’t have a whole lot of reason to dress up before, at least not if the dressing up wasn’t also paired with being half naked.” She paused, shaking her head. “I might have one dress that wouldn’t be horrible for something like this.”

It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually, but she also knew when what she as wearing crossed the line out of classy. Wearing something from the brothel out in public would attract a kind of attention she was trying to ignore. 

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fallenstella‌:

      “If you don’t want to leave, then you sort of have to accept that’s how Folie works. It’s been like this for a long time. I think they’ve got a handle on what works and what doesn’t.” Stella lifts an eyebrow as she leans against the wall a little bored. She’s heard this all before. Her time on the council left her listening to countless complaints like this one. It wasn’t the first and she doubt it would be the last. “If you don’t want to share your memories, the door is open. It’s so each rescue can bond with their sponsor and get better acclimated to the town. It’s not controlling. It works. How would you prefer it? The rest of the world isn’t safe. They can offer protection here. I’d say it’s a small price to pay.” Even humiliated and thrown into being a permanent rescue, Stella can’t help but defend the town – a town she once so voraciously loved and fought for. 

“Just because it works doesn’t mean everyone’s happy with it,” she muttered. She couldn’t be the only one who thought this way? How many before her chose to leave? How many didn’t and decided to just put up with it? “But how is anyone supposed to trust someone enough in a month to give up their memories like that? I mean, a month? That’s hardly enough, especially when you might not even be with that sponsor the whole time. Having to move from one sponsor to another, constantly losing that ‘bond’. I know it’s safe here, but...” she trailed off, mood dampening at the thought of giving up herself like that. “It can be controlling. Knowing that much about someone gives you a lot of power. And you don’t always know who’s going to be trustworthy until you give them that power. You can’t possibly tell me there’s never been a sponsor who’s abused that power.”

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flowersforerzulie‌:

It had been a few weeks, but it only took a few days for her to fish out the hurt that lie underneath very carefully buried layers. It was her forte, that pain that could only be caused by love in the first place. It was amusing to her at times, the way that love was always praised for being gentle and kind. The truth was that some days, it was the exact opposite. Celiste knew this, she carried that pain like a guilt trip, it was constantly trying to weigh her shoulders down.

Either way, this one had been easy to accept. This particular hurt. It seemed familiar in a strange way, but that didn’t change the fact she wanted to be the one to help heal it. She wanted to teach, wanted to give Catarina the chance that was robbed from her, not once but twice. The thought alone had nervous habits kicking in, playing with one of the three rings around her finger before she looked up at the other.

“You still haven’t answered, red or white. If we’re drinking to your stubborn ass goodbye, we might as well drink in style, beautiful.”

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Catarina let out a soft huff at her words. Celiste was easy to talk to, but it was times like this that Catarina just felt guilty. Guilty for not wanting to stay, for something else she couldn’t quite pinpoint. As much as she enjoyed her company, that didn’t mean she wanted her knowing everything that had happened in her life. She didn’t want Celiste thinking less of her, didn’t want any of the sponsors knowing what she had been through. That, and knowing she was at fault for exposing her love in the first place, she didn’t want any of them thinking her a liability for any reason. 

“I technically haven’t decided to leave yet,” she said quietly, though she knew technically if she didn’t pick a sponsor, then it was as good as decided. “White, I guess.” She had never really been allowed to drink, aside from whatever she was provided by La Signora, but she had always heard more about Italian white wines, so it seemed as good a choice as any. 

“I still have a week and a half,” she answered, voice small. A week and a half to either find someone she trusted enough to give her deepest secrets to, or a week and a half to find somewhere else to live that none of her brothers and sisters would find her. 

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“All I’m saying is I don’t really get why we need sponsors! Why they don’t just trust us to be here without calling us rescues. Even if I was rescued, why should someone have to vouch for me just for me to stay here. And plus that, why do I have to give them my memories. It’s so controlling.” Catarina dropped her head into her hands, shaking it as she stared at the table. “It’s not like I wanna leave, but the requirements to stay just don’t seem worth it.”

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sanxgraviel‌:

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It had become routine, visiting Catarina. It grounded him. Kept him as sane as was possible anymore. He had brought drinks because he needed them, greeting Catarina with a furrowed brow.

“Hey.” He came bearing gifts, dropping whatever she had offhandedly mentioned she liked or wish she had the last time they spoke into her hands, “I thought of you earlier today. I almost cut a bitch but held it together.” He was obviously upset about something, “– I felt the disapproving gaze of Santa Catarina Sarona on me. Saved a man’s life.”

He sat across from her, “How are you, bella?”

Catarina’s friendship with Graviel... confused her. Perhaps that wasn’t the best word for it. He was simply the first incubus she’d met who wasn’t indoctrinated into the same thoughts she was about their species. 

She took what was handed to her, but she was much more focused on his words than what it was. “I’m hardly a saint. Why were you in that situation to begin with?” she asked him, exasperated, but with no real heat behind it. Since she’d met him, he was one of the people she was more comfortable with. In some ways it felt like she’d known him longer than two weeks. 

“I’m alright. As alright as I can be with a deadline looming over my head. You didn’t have to bring me this,” she told him, turning the wide comb over in her hands. It was nice, would certainly be helpful, but still. Being given things made her nervous. Would he expect something in return? No likely not. But she still felt like there was a counter in her mind, keeping her aware of what he’d given her, what she’d eventually feel the need to repay.

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interdommensional‌:

The Wraith was not generally one for small talk, especially not here. It was too great of a risk after everything she had been through. There was a wayward thought to a sort of overwhelming paranoia, concern that every new face was one that had come with the sole purpose of getting in the way of her plans. She’d worked too hard for it, but knew that if that was the case - she’d have to play the game.

The sound of the zipper finally clasping and closing was comforting, a reassurance of sorts before the brunette would turn slowly. This one was definitely new, but how new was the question? Usually, she paid better attention, but her mind had been so absolutely devoted to the idea of skipping the line to become sponsor that she must have overlooked this.

“Thank you.” There was no genuine sincerity to her portrayed gratitude, but the manners were offered to bridge the gap regardless. The question of the special occasion earned an almost bemused arch of manicured brow. “Not quite, but then again I can’t remember there was anything in this town that I would really call a special occasion.” Eyes rolled to give away her assumed disappointment in this.

“I haven’t seen you around; what’s your name?”

“Well, that’s a shame. I would have thought a place like this would have things to do. Maybe not special occasions, but something.” It did seem a rather lively town, if not for the sort of air that generally seemed to settle around the rescues. Then again, she wasn’t the type to go out and try and find the fun things, so what would she know. 

Catarina supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised to find out that the other didn’t know her. She’d seen her around, but she mostly stuck to the shadows herself, preferring not to be seen whenever possible. Mix that with being mostly quiet and the question should have been expected. Still, she started slightly. “Catarina. I don’t really get out much. What’s yours?” she asked, neglecting to mention that she had seen her around. It just seemed creepy. 

“Well, it’s a nice dress. Feels like there should be something you could wear it to eventually.” Something at least where it would be more than just simply wearing it. 

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interdommensional‌:

Communal housing was hardly a surprise to her, she’d been there before, but there was something more obnoxious about it now that she’d had a taste of privacy. If you had asked her, she would have told you that being contained with people like this was a trigger for her trauma, it reminded her of the institute, but she didn’t need the unwarranted sympathy. Instead, hand reached out for the strap of her dress to pull material over a single pale shoulder. 

She could feel the eyes on her at the moment, but didn’t really care. They were convenient at the moment, actually. “If you’re going to stand there, make yourself useful and come zip this.”  Invitation given, turning her back to whoever it was that had been unfortunate enough to wander past.  

Catarina was similarly used to communal housing. It was certainly strange to be with non-succubi but that was a small detail in the larger picture. As far as she could tell, some seemed comfortable with the shared housing, familiar with it. Others seemed to dislike it, hiding themselves away into corners to do things like change. Apparently not her, not with as comfortable as she was requesting help with her garment. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to...” be awkward? Perhaps. Hesitating for a moment, she closed the gap between them and zipped the dress up, taking care not to let it snag the fabric around it. “There you go. It’s a pretty dress,” she offered, unsure if small talk would be welcome, or if she was better off wandering away. “Special occasion?” Were there any in the city?

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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

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Dirty A-Z headcanon game

Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?) 

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)