#fear and hunger x reader

[dadsbongos]

mean blonde <3s war crimes

2.2k words / warnings - pav is a bad terrible no good person, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, gunplay, coercion, age gap (pav's ~37 and reader is ~20)

summary - your old bootcamp lieutenant, Pavel Yudin, comes to your hometown to give you a second chance at joining the good ole army! By chasing you through the woods.

kinktober: day fourteen - hunting, gunplay ~~~

Grey skies rolled overhead that morning with no clouds. None of the birds were singing, but the crickets were still loud. Children ran circles in their backyards, chasing one another with leafless sticks and shrill screams. Your father sat on the front porch, rocking slowly in his chair as he twiddled his guitar. 

There was no breeze. And you couldn’t smell the sweet dew lingering in the air. 

In short: you should’ve known something was horribly, horribly wrong.

Papa stood straight up when he saw the sleek black car kick dust into the center of town. Guitar clattering and cracking down the porch steps, he rasped out a desperate, “Take yourself inside, now.”

“Huh?” you rose slowly from where you’d been tending Mama’s tomatoes, “Why?”

Neighbors pile out curiously as one car curls to a stop with a second. First to pop open is the initial car’s back door, and you see why your father was so spooked. Golden coils catch pale sunlight, porcelain cheeks flashing your home, and rosy lips pucker up at you from the center of the isolated neighborhood. 

“Hell, kid,” Papa murmurs, shooting you a glance through his peripherals. Partly annoyed, but mostly raw concern.

Red dirt road flakes around the soldier’s boots, his steps echo through the still air. Eyes follow his leisure pace, an overconfident swagger that makes your whole body raze with bumps. 

“I believe you have a runaway,” Lieutenant Yudin’s steely eyes flick from Papa to you.

Even as Papa starts talking, the man’s stare does not drift, “Kid ain’t a deserter, they graduated the program. I’m not sending my baby off to die.”

“Baby’s an adult,” Pavel shrugs, “We’re performing a simple sweep. We’ll have them back by the end of the day.”

Papa shakes his head, hands raising in protest, “No. No, no! You stay back, you devil! Any lieutenant beside you! Who else is in the car?” he demands, “Who else?!”

“Nobody,” Pavel turns his head directly toward you, and you remember the countless uncanny meals in the cadet canteen where that same glass face was watching you eat. He boldly steps onto the stoop before your father, kicking his guitar out of the way, “I’m not leaving empty-handed. Kaiser’s orders.”

Just as your fathers goes to respond, you stumble forward and jam yourself between the men, “I’ll go!” you frown, shoulders tensing as you avoid looking Papa in his disappointed face, “I’ll go, please leave my family be…”

Pavel grins at you and holds out a hand, “Let us go, then.”

Papa makes a strangled sound of protest from the back of his throat, silenced when you shyly tuck yourself down the stairs into Pavel’s chest. Head down and arms twisted around your torso as you’re lead to the shiny black car -- Pavel does not stop by any other houses. Despite knowing your boy next door was probably a better fit, and had graduated from the same camp, Pavel doesn’t so much as glance his house’s way. 

Unease wells within you as he opens the car door for you, then sliding in after. You attempt to wriggling away into the next seat over, only for Pavel to swing an arm around your shoulder and hook your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Angling your vision over his broad chest and out the side window, he strokes your jaw affectionately.

And you can feel his chest vibrate as he speaks in a low murmur, “I was very young when I came to the army.”

His opposite hand comes up, index tapping on the glass as the car comfortably strolls by lush trees; he leaves an off-white smudge behind on the otherwise crystal pane.

“Very, very far away I was conscious for not even a decade before having to become a man. And I work very hard to ensure nobody else must go through that same thing,” where he’d been pointing you make out a fox chasing a chestnut rabbit through thick bushes. You’re surprised neither was scared off, even if the engine was merely at a soft hum with its slow pace, “I’ve been working since I was younger than you, and I’ve been through much more than you.”

You’re certain he has.

Two silvery scars dot his chest. And his eyes are constantly glazed and faraway, even as he speaks directly. He smells sad, like mold and dust. He’s in his late thirties, and he’s been a loyal soldier since he was a boy.

The fox pounces onto the rabbit -snatching the smaller thing in its jaws and rolling with the momentum. Shaking its head violently until blood flecks the dirt road and spring leaves and the rabbit stops twitching.

Laying its kill onto the ground, the fox digs in with bared teeth.

“When I was younger than you, I had soldiers try themselves with me,” his thumb presses a bit harder against your jawbone, then quickly releasing and smoothing over the tender line apologetically, “I’m a very wounded man, as all men like me are. And I’m not a very good man, like most men like me aren’t. Most people that crawl out of Bremen bootcamps do not come out good people.”

Just as you’re wondering where this rant is going, the car rolls to a stop.

Pavel tilts your head so you’re gazing up at him, his eyes are dull as always and his lids hang low -nefarious yet tired- “But you are, you’re very good. Very kind. The world spits in your face and you bare it. You were drafted and you bare it. Your father falls terminally ill and you bare it. You’re harassed and stalked months on end by a superior officer and you bare it. You are so mild, and so bland, I cannot look at you and see a soldier despite your average success in training.”

Popping the door open, Pavel slinks out with an offered hand and you politely take it which only makes him laugh. He squeezes your hand,

“See? I was never so kind to the men that tried themselves with me.”

Finally looking around, you notice a long downward hill before your feet. Trees cluster any free path and overgrown stumps choke out the clotted dirt ground. Untempered grass lays still with the lack of breeze.

“I’m a bad person, and I love pretty things,” Pavel murmurs, “I don’t know why I have this itch to destroy them,” and finally, the proper amount of dread fills you as you really lock eyes with the lieutenant, “I think I’m just angry at them for being able to be pretty and gentle.”

Knees wobbling, you throw yourself down the hill and scream.

Pavel follows with a careful step-by-step.

Whether it be adrenaline or hot fear, you cannot feel any pain as you recklessly swipe branches and bushes out of sight. Searing sweat tickles down the plain of your neck, trickling along your spine and watering dead leaves below. Paranoia assures you his gloved fingertips are just at the wrinkled collar of your shirt.

Regardless of how nature seems to whizz by and the wind flapping rapidly in your ears you know you aren’t running fast enough.

You know your burning legs are too slow and you know he’s going to catch you and he’s going to eat you alive.

You’re too terrified to cast a glance back, certain the second you do you’ll trip over an especially thick root. But you think you can hear his boots crunching into a steady run after you. 

His even breathing slowly overbears your own ragged heaves, only seconding the belief he’s at your heels. 

Screaming again is only met with more gravely cackles.

Nails scrape into your hair. You shriek.

He pounces, launching off his heels and wrapping both arms around your waist in a vice clamp and chomping into the side of your neck. Sucking as he latches, a faint sting swells up the side of your throat. Nothing compared to the lashes and whipping your back takes with each roll down the hill. Grunts and wails echo between nonchalant trees, none of which are helpful as you pointlessly claw against Pavel’s padded shoulders.

Tumbling into a fitful, struggled stop at the base curve of the hill, you try in vain to kick Pavel off of you. Which proves useless as he merely presses one hand into your torso to keep you pinned. His bigger frame shows little sign of stress as he frees his Lugr pistol from his side and digs the frozen metal into your ribs.

A wild twitch sends you bucking up against him. Fear forcing you to throw away logic as you thrash beneath him.

“No, no, nonono, please- I beg! I beg of you, please no don’t- I don’t want to die, I beg of you please!” your hands fly up to Pavel’s face, instinct telling you to scratch out his eyes.

Pavel replaces his hand on your stomach with a knee before snatching both your wrists in his hand and strapping them above your head. Forcing your faces much closer. His nose bumping yours.

“Calm,” he hums, digging the muzzle into your ribs before dragging downward and catching the band of your trousers. Dragging those down as well. Bare flesh sizzles in the open air.

So you chomp onto your lip, taking in the velvety iron and gnawing still to keep quiet.

All while Pavel stiffs his pistol between your legs. 

“Too slow, too slow, bunny,” he presses a startlingly tender kiss to your temple.

Despite your shivering, he manages to wriggle the freezing barrel against the seam of your cunt. Slipping it between your folds longways, twiddling your clit at the same time teasing your hole. A sudden jerky click makes you shudder, gasping into the column of the lieutenant’s throat -- fear paralyzes your hands in the collar of his bridge coat.

Your sole assurance you won’t be shot is the ease with which Pavel wields his pistol, an extension of his own hand. It must be familiar. And if you are shot, it’ll be on purpose.

Digging the muzzle inside you, Pavel releases a pleasured groan when you shriek and seize around the unforgiving metal. Grinding down against your thigh, Pavel seasons your pulse with hot pants -- flicking his wrist until the trigger guard is tight beneath you. Leaking syrup drools over his fingers, gluing his pointer over the trigger. A sick grin smears over his pale lips.

“You like this?”

“No!”

His eyes fall where you’re polishing his pistol, as the barrel drills into you with sultry little splats. Regardless of what your pretty mouth says, he knows your body loves him: that’s all he needs. Hips even dangerously jutting out to meet his tentative thrusts. You mewl beneath your breath at the intrusion, choking it down with a grunt.

Cold, hard metal prods spots deeper inside you than yourself or any town boy has ever reached. You hate how good it feels, but you can’t suppress the tightening of your stomach.

“You like this,” he kisses you again, slipping his tongue into your gritted mouth and licking over your teeth, “I love you. So soft and gentle, you’re perfect for me.”

Slipping the gun from your snatch, he openly laughs in your face at how you cling unto the barrel.

“I take it you don’t plan on returning to the ranks,” he sits upon his knees, scouring the muzzle up your stomach -lifting your shirt- and pushing beneath your jaw. Icing the sharp bone until it's peeking past your lips.

You can taste the sharpness of your own wetness swirling with metal.

“Shame for me,” he sighs wistfully, angling the gun deeper in your mouth. Not bothering to adjust his pants and hide his evident, swelling arousal as your tongue envelopes the muzzle. His spare hand squeezes up your thigh, thumb stretching over to circle your clit, “Probably best for you, though.”

Weak legs cannot snap to kick him off, you fear it’d be a pointless effort anyway.

Pavel leans over you, slipping his gun from your mouth slowly -- an intentional drag to tease himself. Immediately pushing his lips to yours with a starved growl, his brows furrowed desperately and cheeks flaming against yours. Not unlike a fretful boy, he shyly pulls back to lay another peck on your forehead and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Watching you struggle for air between flustered huffs, he stands fully and retucks his Lugr.

“Let’s get you home,” another hand is offered toward you, broad shoulders pushed back confidently. His strong nose pointed up at you, “I don’t expect we’ll see each other often, Kaiser is plotting East and I’m going to give chase.”

Tears sting your eyes, and you sniffle, shakily reaching up for the blonde and letting him tug you upward. He wrings both arms around you and kisses your forehead eerily sentimental -- familiar like a proper lover.

“I don’t expect to be well received when I do,” he whispers.

Then kisses your lips, hot and chapped and fiercely tight-lipped. 

“I wish I could be free like you,” he muses, “And kind.”

“You’re a monster- !” you shudder and gasp, shoving him by the shoulders -surprisingly, he lets you go until you’re floundering back into a strong tree trunk, “I hope you die out there!”

Pavel nods and turns away. The car door is open by time you’ve struggled up the hill. No birds sing. There is no breeze. You cannot smell the iron and sweat from yourself.

You should’ve known things with Pavel would never get any better.

[kentosbento]

Pavel Yudin

Mentions of prostitution. AFAB. Smut 18+

He is oddly familiar. 

A prim and proper uniform; the only mess being the flat tresses of his hair that tangle from what seems to be a constant tousling done by the man himself. There’s also a creasing between his brows like he’s thinking, or maybe reflecting, arms and legs crossed with a stern poise. His whole look can cut through you; especially the shine of a metal eagle that is glued to the head of his lieutenant’s hat– a straight-out-of-the-handbook Bremen officer. 

A Bremen pig. 

You had found your seat first on the train, and he had made his appearance quite loud and clear with the sharp stomping of his boots against the wood of the floor. There was one other face that you had seen from him, which was the flirtatious smirk that he had given you upon choosing his seat across from you. 

Handsome, yet horrifyingly so, evident in the scars and muscles that he seemed to wear with pride, alongside his medals and pristine Lugr. 

“A sight for sore eyes.” was all he had said before looking you up and down, as if undressing you with eyes, and then flitting his attention to the scenery outside of the window, almost as if you were never there in the first place. 

It is the second time that you meet him, where you witness his more grimy flirtations, climbing out of the bunker with Abella. 

“The pretty girl from the train,” he smiles at you, “and the mechanic I see...both are welcome tastes for my palette.”

Abella had tried to intimidate him, but the mention of his ‘itchy trigger finger’ had quieted her down. 

“As for you pretty girl, what a sweet thing, found the key huh…such a good girl for me.” 

You breathe in when you hear him say that, gripping at the hem of your skirt. 

‘Amusing’, he thinks. “Lieutenant Pav, at your service. Remember that name well.” 

He was alluring; a loud distraction to the horrors of Prehevil, well until he opened his mouth to threaten you. 

It isn’t until the second day of the festival at the town’s shopping district, where you meet him again. Both of you are more roughened up since the last meeting–you had lost Abella, and had encountered Karin who spat at the ground when hearing you mention Pav. He, on the other hand, had a few smaller and fresher cuts, with the occasional bandage here and there. 

“Truly miraculous that we see each other again isn’t it doll? I honestly thought you’d have been long dead by now.” 

You finally decide to say your first words to him; “And I thought you’d have found the Kaiser by now, colour us both surprised.” 

The safety flicks off his gun, a shot rings out but it never reaches you. 

“Now how do you know about that?” he snarls. 

Wild and erratic laughter fills the streets.

Pav grabs hold of you and pulls you both into what looks like a speakeasy, gun pointed at the foggy surroundings until the doors close and lock. 

He flings you into a sofa, and he takes a gander at the drinks at the bar, picking out a scotch and pouring himself a glass, making himself at home. He reloads his gun. 

“Answer my question, or I'll put a bullet in your head.” 

You try to keep still and emotionless, putting your fear into gripping the armrests of your seat. “The beggar. For a shilling she told me of a green soldier headed for a goal with the Kaiser– didn’t know she was telling the truth till you pulled the gun out fucker.” 

“Foul mouthed wench, you’re lucky you interest me.” 

“Thank you for your mercy.” You spit back. 

He chuckles then takes another swig of scotch, leaning closer and closer to you. 

“You’re familiar to me…I never forget a face, but I’m having trouble with yours.” he says, grabbing at your chin and inspecting. 

Then it clicks in his head. 

A prostitute from his time in Rondon. A soldier had made an unsavoury advance and he had shot the fuckers hand off. 

What a small world. 

“Far from home aren’t we?” he smiles, but you say nothing in return. 

Another swig, “I want to kill the Kaiser.” 

“And how on earth do you plan to do that?” you prod. 

“Sheer will and determination doll. If I kill him, I’ll avenge my family. If I don’t, I join them. Either option is fine, but if the chance to kill that thing is there…well I’ll sure as hell take it,” Another swig, “and what might you be doing here in Prehevil?” 

Your hands clasp together in your lap, and the candles waver slightly.

“Running away.” 

“No one bought you out yet? Shockingly cruel of them.” 

“But it’s exactly that! I am still a thing you can buy!” you scream, rising from your seat and heaving slightly. 

Another swig. “Well can I not pay for your company then?” His hands brushing against yours. 

“If you don’t pay, then I get to do whatever the hell I want.” 

-

Underneath the tiles of the speakeasy were the heavy breathing and hurried kisses between you and him. He kissed with such fervour; like you were a lifeline he had to hold onto, while his hands travelled to unbutton your shirt and grip at your sides. Your hands did the same, feeling up and down the grooves of his chest and abs, teasing at the building bulge in his pants. 

“Will you…hah…put less effort in… if I don’t pay you?”

You silence him with another passionate kiss. “Mmm…Whatever the hell I want…hah… remember?

Finally unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside, your fingers deftly move up and down the thick vein on his shaft–teasing, which makes him let out a moan against your neck, “S-so fucking good."

Your hand begins to fasten its pace against his whole cock now, all while the two of you continue to feel up against each other. 

“S-shit s-stop…please…” he groans, pushing away your hand. 

“W-what’s wrong? Am I not doing good?” 

“No! Gods no…but if you kept at it I definitely would’ve cum. The only place I wanna do that is on this though…” softly running his fingers across your navel. 

“Then do it.” you challenge. 

He wastes no time in spreading you wide– “fuck, already so wet for me…so perfect…”, pushing his long and thick fingers into your pussy, prodding at indescribable pleasure. 

He takes his fingers out which make you whine, however they are replaced with a sharp thrust of his hips, pressed impossibly deep into your own. 

“So fucking tight…beautiful…so good for me.” he groans, setting an animalistic pace, as though he were marking you. His touches were rough and harsh, but it was passionate and feisty which made you reach your climax faster and faster. 

“P-pav…I’m gonna cum…!” 

“F-fuck baby, do it…do it on my cock please…” 

After that, you release with a loud moan, back arching off of the bed. He follows suit, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

He holds you close, and lays by your side, playing with your hair. 

For now, you and Pav can pretend like the world only exists within the confines of PRVHL Bop, and that everything you two needed was the space shared between the two of you. There was no Kaiser and there was no Termina.

-

First fear and hunger fic! love pav sexy sexy man.

[mara-xx217]

could I please ask for some yandere pav NSFW and sfw head canons?

As always, NSFW will be under the cut~

Warnings: Yandere, Dubcon, Face Fucking, Marking, Gun Play, Overstimulation

SFW Headcanons

He opens all doors for you, and pulls out/pushes in your seat whenever you use one.

You have so many nicknames: sweetheart, darling, radiant one, enchanting one, lovely, love...

Always, always, always has a hand on your body. On your shoulder, on your hip- he loves holding you by your hip...

Pav likes to play with your hair, mostly to just tease you a bit. He twirls it around his finger(s), pulls on it a little... maybe a little more under different circumstances...

He does the same with your collar, or with any necklaces that you wear.

Pav basically loves to tease you as much as possible, especially in front of others.

You are his, after all... If he isn't allowed to touch you, to run his fingers through your hair... Well, Pav is, and you better be damned sure no one else is allowed to do so. How else will he show that you are his and his alone?

Well, he has his ways...

NSFW

He's not different behind closed doors, but he loses the facade that he has crafted exclusively for pubic viewing.

You will either be naked the entire time you are behind closed doors or dressed in one of his shirts (unbuttoned, of course), there's no room for arguments.

So, so incredibly jealous, and more insecure than he'll ever admit. Any perceived kindness to another person will be seen as a threat to your relationship (if you could even call it that) and you will be punished for any transgressions against your bond or him.

Face slapping, spitting, spanking- oh yes, Pav loves to bend you over his knee and slap your rear until your cheeks are red-raw and you are covered in tears and snot (and arousal-).

If you aren't covered in tears and saliva and cum- Well, you always are, if Pav has any say in the matter.

He could face fuck you for hours. Maybe he has, you always lose track of time, having to focus solely on him and his cock, face stinging and burning from all the slaps you take, from keeping your mouth open so obediently for him as he chokes you with his dick...

Making you squirm is what he loves doing the most, be it from fucking you until you scream and beg for him to stop (even for just a moment, for fuck's sake!) or pointing a loaded gun in your face during the act, or even shoving it inside of you and 'pleasuring' you with it (even if you're screaming and begging him not to hurt you...).

Every sensitive place you have is often covered in bruises and bitemarks. You aren't allowed to hide any of them, especially when you are in public. What, are you ashamed of him and his love for you?! Who are you worried about seeing his love marks!? Does he need to remind you what real love looks like?! Feels like-?!

Pav cannot get enough of you... Fucking you is like a dream come true... He's done it in every position one could possibly conceive, for hours every single day, until you are coated in his seed and it is spilling out of nearly every hole that you have...

Makes you beg for it, even when you physically cannot take it anymore...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[vikkirosko]

Hi! I saw you write for Le'garde from F&H and was wondering if I could get some general relationship headcanons for him? Me and the other 3 le'garde fans are starving lolol

🗡 Le'garde x Reader headcanons 👑

When you first met Le'gard, he seemed like a knight on a white horse to you. A noble commander who sought justice. It was hard not to fall for his charm, and you couldn't handle it either. He and his mercenary squad were vacationing in the city where you lived and you met by chance. After your first meeting, you started seeing each other more and more often, and he was happy to talk to you. He told you that he wanted to change the world, and listening to him, you were genuinely surprised at how ambitious his plans were. It seemed like something you couldn't even imagine, something so grandiose that you had to spend a lot of time and effort on. He wanted you to see the world he dreamed of, a world where corruption and injustice would disappear. In such a world, you could live together, you could be happy and worry about nothing. But before this world existed, he was ready to work for it

Quite often he left and asked you to wait for him. Le'gard wrote you letters and you felt inspired every time you received a new letter from him. He didn't think it would be so easy to fall in love. He was usually focused on his business and his goals, but getting to know you has pushed him into feelings he is not used to. Even when he started to become more withdrawn and aggressive, you were the only one he was open with, regardless of whether you were talking in person or through letters. You didn't know that he wasn't telling you the whole truth. His army grew and he became more and more confident in his purpose, but he didn't want to scare you, so he kept quiet, intending to tell you everything only when he finally reached his goal

When you found out that he was captured, you couldn't help but feel worried. You've heard a lot about the dungeon where he was imprisoned, and you were afraid you'd never see Le'gard again. That's why you decided to take a desperate step. You decided to go in search of him. You weren't as good a fighter as him, but you knew how to stand up for yourself. That's why you went to the dungeon. Only there did you learn more about what the man you loved was hiding. But you wanted to believe him. You were willing to do a lot for him, just as he was for you

When you and your companions found him, he didn't remember anything. At least that's what he said. When Le'gard saw you, he felt a pinch in his chest. He didn't want to deceive you. He didn't want you to end up in this dungeon. Looking at you, tired and with wounds, he realized that you really loved him and you risked your own life for him. You took care of him, made sure that his wounds were properly treated. He pretended he didn't remember you, but your concern warmed his soul. He didn't notice how wrong he was, unable to lie to you, but if you noticed it, you continued to remain silent. You tried to convince him that you should leave, but he stood his ground. He loved you, but he had to achieve his goal

The deeper into the dungeon you went, the more often you tried to convince him that it was necessary to leave. But Le'gard kept going. Very soon he could become a god, and then he would take you with him. You could continue to be together, and as deities of the new world, you could change everything. You didn't know about his plans, but he really loved you. He wanted you to be happy and he was sure that he knew what needed to be done in order for both of you to be happy

[lefarte]

the termina cuddling hcs were so cute <:3 maybe with the men too xox

DONT EVEN JOKE LAD IM ON IT

Daan

Favorite position is just laying down with your head on his chest, also a big fan of sitting up with you on his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder.

Yes he’s scrawny but he still wants you to climb on top of him and squish him like a cat because he’s a true lover boy

Also likes to pet your hair. If you have long hair he’ll just twirl it around his fingers idly in conversation while looking straight at you.

He’s a light sleeper and lowkey can’t sleep unless you’re with him. If you’re out at night he’s constantly worrying and smokes more to calm his nerves.

Black lipstick marks all over your face….

Levi

Spooning, or more accurately curled up around you like a blanket.

He doesn’t like to be in positions where he’s can’t see (because he needs to stand guard over you even in the house). He does, however, enjoy being squished. He’s fond of tight, dark spaces like closets or under beds, so he likes to be wrapped in blankets and hugged.

But he would never squish you back out of fear of suffocating you or something. He thinks you’ll die from like, the slightest things.

Also has a fondness for hand holding. He considers that to be cuddling.

It’s kind of hard to tell when he’s happy, but generally when he feels safe with you he closes his eyes and his head leans back.

Osaa

Ohhhh he totally puts your head in his lap while he’s meditating and lets you sleep there. Maybe even give you a headpat or two if you do something cute, like talk in your sleep.

If you snore he will tell you though.

Generally, he likes cuddling positions where he can see your face, so spooning doesn’t really do it for him. He will humor you though if you INSIST (pretending he doesn’t like it a little too).

He also considers handholding a form of cuddling. If you say you want to cuddle while you’re holding hands he goes “but we already are. 🤔”

He sometimes boops you on the nose.

Marcoh

Likes you to lay on top of him and use his chest as a pillow. Ideally he also would like to see your face, but just seeing the top of your head is fine, too. That means he can give you forehead kisses.

He will never lay on top of you, ever, don’t even ask. He’s too scared to squish you. You are like a little bug to him.

He’s even a little concerned about sleeping in the same bed as you, because what if he rolls over in his sleep and suffocates you?

But the concept of sleeping together is nice enough to win him over without much convincing. It’s very sweet, it feels like such a little romantic gesture but so meaningful.

Will not tell you if you snore because he’s POLITE.

Pav

I don’t think he has any favorite way to cuddle in specific!

Probably the roughest cuddler, as in, he likes to play fight and play wrestle with you. Or tickle you into submission. He is careful not to be TOO rough, but lets be honest, it’s a completely unfair fight. He always wins.

He is big and he WILL lay on top of you. It also gives him easy access to your neck.

He will carry you around, for absolutely no reason except that he likes it. Even if it’s completely unnecessary, or even inconvenient.

Also considers handholding cuddling due to his background, and is enthralled by it. Gives you hand kisses (and also bites your hand if you look away from him).

Nuzzles your nose with his (I don’t know what to call it). Actually just nuzzles a lot in general as a way to get your attention.

Tanaka

Really big handholding fan. He’s such a reserved guy that simply holding hands with his partner in public feels daring and makes him giddy.

Likes cuddling where he can see your face and give kisses. Spooning is nice, but he’d rather you face him so he can see you!

He likes to cup his partners face in his hands, just give you a little squish sometimes.

Also likes to carry you bridal style, maybe give you a little spin. He can’t keep at it forever, but he’s a pretty strong guy.

He very rarely gets rough, but he sometimes gets cuteness aggression. Like if you do something cute like try on his hat or glasses he’ll pick you up and squeeze the breath out of you and you’d never expect it because he’s normally so gentle.

(Apologizes profusely after).

Henryk

Likes spooning! Feels very ‘classic’, very simple but good. It’s just cozy and warm. Plus you can never tell if he’s blushing!

He holds you surprisingly tight, he can be protective. He’s not as paranoid as say, Levi and Daan are, but he’s still pretty insistent on looking out for his partner. Keeping an eye out, and such.

Not huge on PDA, unless he’s drunk, then he gets embarassingly sloppy. Don’t let him get drunk around anyone you want to make a good impression on, because he’s going to yap all about your private life and kiss you over and over.

A fan of having you sit on his lap while he does something else, like having a cup of coffee or just hanging out.

Another guy who won’t lay on you. “Don’t be upset I can’t lay on you! Aren’t you worried I’m gonna squish you…?”

Though, just resting his head on your chest is fine.

Gets offended and sulks quietly when you don’t want to cuddle. (Grown ass man)

August

Favorite cuddling position is you sitting on his lap! He likes to set out some warm tea, maybe get a fire going and just hold you to his chest.

You will also trigger an extremely long yap session, telling you stories from his homeland, his travels, how he was as a child. You can also sit in silence, but it’s much more likely he’s going to yap. He’s a chatty guy.

He’s a very warm person, he can always keep you warm even when it’s freezing cold outside. And he mysteriously never gets cold himself.

Forehead kisses and headpats. He likes to pet your hair in general. Hes a little rough, he naturally has a strong hand and very rough fingers, but its accidental. He never tries to pull your hair or anything. Just a little ruffle.

If you’re lucky and you’re alone together, he might even hum you a little folk tune while you snuggle.

[degenerateworm]

You do funger?! Please yandere Pav 👁️👁️

Of course, good anon!

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Ah, the man destined to die.

Maybe with you, he doesn't have to! I feel like Pavel's obsession with you would start with seeing you on the train. You look so soft no matter your body type, like you haven't seen battle or war of any type your whole life.

Pav instantly becomes jealous. Why did you get to remain unscathed, but his family was slaughtered like pigs..?!

---

When you meet Pav, one way or the other, he seems to sneer a bit more at you than the others you are with, giving you the most venomous look you've ever received.

But at the same time, Pavel is battling with this strange attraction to you. To your delicateness, your softness... He often finds his eyes wandering your form, his thoughts perverted and disturbing for someone who doesn't even know you.

If you try to get close to him or be friendly, he brushes you off, making flirtatious remarks yet still forcing you away.

---

But when you find him bloody and beaten after facing the Kaiser, you can't help but feel empathy tugging at your heart.

So while he spits poison at you and glares, you tend to his wounds, maybe even chanting under your breath to heal him if you know magic.

Pav, fully expecting you to finish him off as he is more than easy pickings, just lies there, shocked, for a few minutes. When you ask him if he can stand he does, and when you say he can take shelter at the train, he simply walks off.

---

Now Pav sits on the train, thinking about you. Sweet, soft little you.

How could he let someone get under his skin like this? He can't rationalise his thinking. Of course, you saved his life, he'll admit that, but that doesn't explain the almost... Animalistic hunger he feels when looking at you.

Pav wants to ravage you, like a beast in heat, until there's nothing left of you that is soft and sweet.

But his heart aches as well, for something so unlike him.

Like he wants to keep you, protect you. Save you in return, from all the horrors Pav has seen and committed.

Either way, he has to have you. And he'll kill anything and anyone in his way.

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Thank you again for your request, if you are unsatisfied then I'd love another ask!

[urfavedumbblonde]

RELATIONSHIP HCS FOR ABELLA I NEED HER BAD MUSCLR MOMMY CUTE SWEET 💔💔😪😪

ABELLA HEADCANNONS

writing on 3 hours of sleep and one of my acrylics fell off but abella’s got my ass blushing so it’s fine 😇

contains: relationship hc’s - gn! reader, post-termina but abella is okay, possibly ooc but i’m writing fluff so i’m cute about it

̥ .‧⋆ loves to bake with you. okay, actually she can’t stand anyone in the kitchen with her, but she loves baking while you watch from a distance and talk to her. not a huge fan of extremely complicated desserts but reliably good + simple things like banana bread or apple muffins are definitely some of her favorites. also adds an ungodly amount of cinnamon to everything but somehow it turns out great.

̥ .‧⋆ does not have time for styling her hair and doesn’t really enjoy the process either. to put up with it, she’ll grab scissors and snip off pieces if they get in the way while she’s working. regardless, she wears it so well and you do a good job of making sure she knows it. also! if you braid parts of it or even just play with it a little, she’ll practically melt. please do it.

̥ .‧⋆ has very calloused hands and takes pride in them 100%. got into the habit of putting lotion and cuticle oil on after you gave her a manicure once and she carries a small tube of hand cream in her overalls though. yes, she’s very particular about the scent.

̥ .‧⋆ more on that, she usually smells like engine grease, something metalic, wrenches? and floral lotion, which is to say; oddly comforting

̥ .‧⋆ please tell her how gorgeous she is. of course, you know she’s perfect, but she needs the reminders. you never mind though, there’s a lot to talk about with when it comes to her good qualities

̥ .‧⋆ after everything that happened in termina, she just can’t be as responsible for someone else to the degree she was constantly. bc of this, appreciates that you can spend time apart and still be fine as a couple. not needing to worry about your relationship is something she values more than she’ll probably ever tell you

[junkyardcryptparty]

༊ ⊹ ˚. Yan!Enki and Ragnvaldr x reader 🕸️

CW: Obsessive behaviour, guilt tripping (Enki being Enki), depiction of violent urges, being tied up, bloodplay, biting, borderline cannibalism as a love metaphor, friends to one-sided enemies, slightly suggestive.

Enki never thought of himself as the affectionate type, never has and never will, but when it comes to you, oh that smile of yours, those bruised limbs from the dungeon struggles, that strong will you could consider contagious; he yearned for it all, for it to belong to him.

Those thoughts keep buzzing around in his head whilst he reads and reads on the dirty library within the main hall, while you were right next to him, looking at his irritated expression with shaky pupils and an unsteady breath. He couldn’t focus with you like this, or him filled with so many thoughts by that matter.

“i can’t focus with you staring at me like that” Enki scowls. “you know, you should appreciate that i brought you here with me, and sharing my knowledge with you in the first place”. Those words make you feel like you’re pouring salt on a wound, but Enki has no ill intentions whatsoever, at least in his point of view.

You decide you look down in and stay silent, but your action is interrupted by a lanky hand grabbing your face by the cheeks, making you look up at the priest’s hollow eyes. “tch. can’t believe one can be so ungrateful” again with the foul words. He has always been the mysterious type, but this behaviour towards you was new. He has drawn sigils nearby every exit to prevent you from leaving, and still he won’t say a word unless it is to complain. He grabs your face tighter and frowns, mumbling to himself. “Why is it that you….”

What you don’t understand is he’s doing this out of pure fear. Not fear of losing, or death, or violence or whatever one could be thinking about, but fear of the feeling that creeps up to his head every time he glances at you. He wants to hold you, to grab you so tight he invades the cavities of your body and rips your heart out, to treasure it like a gem. He wants to kiss you until your skin wears out, and to know your every emotion. Love, he thinks, is something he wasn’t meant to feel. And so he doesn’t know how to behave, lost in a maze made from his own insecurities.

He sighs, trying to remember what those cheesy romance novels he read as a kid told. Enki, still with your face in his hand, plants his dry lips against yours, lapping them with an awkward lick. He looks at your shocked expression. “You don’t seem disgusted.” He mutters. “I assume that is one of the reasons why i put up with your whining.” He continues, acting all tough and indifferent as if his heart wasn’t jumping out of his chest. That kiss, if you could call it one, made everything click in his head. He needs you to be by his side at all times, to channel his insanity and transfuse it into passion. All he wanted right now from the overwhelming emotions that engulfed him, was to tear your skin apart, to pulverise your bones and carry you around like his personal doll. You’re his; the Gods predetermined you two meeting in the hellhole this dungeon is, to save each other, and stay together forever.

“You’re awfully quiet today. I hope you stay like this and follow my orders while we’re in here, or i’ll break your legs and drag you around.” He had this threatening aura around him as these words spewed out his mouth. But it wasn’t with an ill intent, no? He loved you after all, he thinks so at least.

All this was for your own good, he convinces himself; you need him to stay alive, otherwise you’d be mutilated on the floor for the guards to take pleasure with already. So of course you love him, you have to. And he loves you too, for the rest of eternity.

Even an outlander such as Ragnvaldr has felt love once, but he has also felt sorrow, rage and pain. Those former emotions that haunted him still haunt him now, and are very present in his actions. Alas here he was, covered in blood from head to toe. It’s hard to see which is the enemy’s and which is his own.

The dungeon remains radio silent for the first time in possibly decades, or even centuries. The guards were no more, and so were the lizardmen, yellow mages, cave dwellers, a man who seemed to become a God, and the list goes on. He killed them all. His revenge has been fulfilled, so what now? It was only you and him traversing the passageways and bloody pits that kept him entertained.

Ah, that’s right. You. You’re a nice one to be with, aren’t you? So kind of you to stay by his side while he tainted the walls red, while his bloodlust was satiated. You were like a little lost dog always stepping on your tail, grabbing onto the outlander’s cape to encourage yourself to take another step. And he enjoys that a lot, the fact that you’re always latched to him made him feel the same about you, craving your touch and presence at all times.

So here you were, in a dark, musty room with your arms and legs tied up with your own torn clothing. The humid cold breeze hit the cuts and wounds decorating your body, making you flinch. But what makes you straight up wince is the sound of echoed steps coming closer. It was Ragnvaldr, the man who saved you countless times and you developed a bond with, who now looked at you over your shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re alright while i was out. I found some resources.” He says while crouching next to you. “Here, i got you some bread” You look at him numbly as he pulls out a piece of bread, surprisingly in a fairly good state. “Open up” He directs the piece to you mouth but it remains sealed tight, refusing whatever he gave you. You’d rather starve than accept what the man you used to trust with your life provided. He however wasn’t having it, looking at you with a light frown and pressing the fingers of his free hand against your lips. Without saying a word, he pushes until his fingers enter your warm mouth, opening it with spit coating his hand. With that, he tears a piece of the bread and puts it between your palate and jaw, forcing you to chew on it.

“See? it wasn’t that hard…you need to eat or you will die here, cold and in pain.” He says as if nothing was wrong. Ever since some time ago, could be weeks or days, you lost count at this point, the outlander has been acting out of his mind. At first you thought the insanity of the dungeon got to him, but he reassured you he was okay, that if you were there with him everything was okay. He killed the monsters in gruesome ways, tearing their tendons out with his teeth and crushing their heads with a stomp. It was like he was letting out emotions he didn’t want to go through, and now they all burst out onto an obsessive love and overprotection.

He loves you so much, he really does. So much that he starts shaking while looking at his fingers full of spit, embracing you tightly with his nails damaging your exposed back. It stung. His embrace got tighter, and tighter, much like a snake that caught its prey. He wasn’t letting go, his shaking getting heavier and laboured breathing leaving his mouth. “i love you.” he says. “i love you, i love you” He just keeps on repeating the same sentence over and over, that is until he, without a single thought in his head, bites down hard on your collarbone. You let out a hiss and try to push him off, but he’s too heavy. He just keeps gnawing and clenching his jaw around the bony appendage, so much that blood falls much like the tears around your eyes.

“It hurts….” You manage to let out. But he’s not listening. Much like a hound he has gone absolutely feral, embracing your entirety with his bulky body. His hands claw onto your spine leaving marks, and his legs are wrapped around your waist. He lets go, and switches to your neck, biting just as hard. Like he was starving he licks the blood away, no kisses and no passion put into it, just pure desperation. After protesting more and more the pain just numbs out with the rest, and you decide to relax, and stay in his arms while he devours you away. “i love you” he says, and your mind goes blank.

[helpme695]

Ok! Could I please request headcanons of yandere Pocketcat with female human darling? Thank you in advance 💜

Here you go :3 that's all I got

Sorry for taking so long LMAO

I assumed it would be inside the dungeons too lol

• ────── ✾ ────── •

It's a mistake, not only that, but stupid as well. You shouldn't come here, You shouldn't see this, you shouldn't experience this, the dungeons screams at you constantly to leave as fast as possible, for some reason you didn't abandon whatever unnecessary goal you have and ran- no, fly, straight out this hell and never look back, yet you so determined.

It was definitely harsh, your feel your soul crushing every second you move, your body shaking. You ran into these many cursed Creatures. However escape them miraculously as soon as you spot them.

You exception. How you would guard yourself from harm, how you move extremely fast and smooth like a feather. The way your mind work and respond like a machine. In top of that, you're gorgeous. Even in your lowest. Truly something to admire. And I have news for you, You decide if it's good or bad, someone never missed anything you offered.

Later on, you met a unusual man from the place. As soon he spot you he started talking to you

"My my~ I've been waiting for you to show up with your lovely figure, dove. Oh, you got a nasty wound on your shoulder. Here let me help, it won't hurt."

And talk

"My apologies, I usually pay no mind those disgusting beings, but they really did land a good one on you, don't you think it's enough to leave whatever you seeking for?"

And talk...

"By no offence to your outstanding Abilitys, but these dungeons make the toughest of men go insane. After all, I just like to go after lovely customers like you."

And talk...

"I dare to say, you do have astonishing face of yours, even after it woren off from your silly journey, did I mention how much I love your curves? Your body must been sculptured by the divines "

This man won't SHUT UP, it's hurts your head. And you don't like his flirting and how much he focus on things you don't put attention to even in days you actually take care of yourself.

He's trying so hard to make you stay longer just to talk, even better if you change your mind. And you always pushed his offering and idea's aside. You already too deep.

Since you shaked him off and continued to wonder, you feel eyes piercing your soul, but, things start to get easier. you found many non rotten food and booze neatly hidden in boxes, Sometimes herbs in questionable places. Not seeing the usual Enemies or danger. And whatever dare to bring harm to you, you finish them off as they were just a bug.

You can't help to think, is it because you became immune to these dungeons? Or because you encountered that gentleman, you did felt quite safe around him, but God you were uncomfortable. How he behave so friendly, like a person you know before. The way his eyes scan every inch of you, like he admiring a living art piece. How he get closer to you whenever he can. And of course, touch you in any opportunity. So Shameless. You swore if you didn't put a line he would do much more. Speaking of the devil... you felt you never actually left him behind. Or you just paranoid. :)

Overtime, you manged to meet people and convince them to company you. However, things weren't so good for them as you, completely opposite. They would starved to death if it wasn't for you to share your food. They have to get brutally injured, which you had to take care of almost blinded or limbless members. If you won't look occasionally after them, you would find them getting dragged in darkest corners. It almost something trying so hard to get rid of them.

They weigh you down. you should leave them behind. Why you so determined? Not only accomplish your goal, but also to keep them alive? You truly selfless. And that bother someone. Not necessarily your party members (which some of them are)

However, they won't be bothered for too long, especially when you lost 2 of your party to the crow mauler and split accidentally after pathetic escape for your lives. It was already hard for them, you have no idea how they will survive after the lose. And Why you sick over some mere beings? You have someone much important who's starving to see you again.

_____________________♡____________________

You screwed. That's all I gotta say. Lol

No but for real, yandere pocketcat is NOT easy to deal with at all. This dude will do Anything and everything means to have you. But he's patient, he likes to play with his food, after all.

He sometimes wonder Why his master make him this desperate over someone.

Let him take you and he will spoil you rotten, he will give you whatever you want and need. Just say it. If you don't, well..... it doesn't matter. He will get what he wants. He's immune to whatever tricks you have under your sleeves.

He's never truly get angry at you no matter what you do. Even at others that you interact with, because the thought that he owns you and nobody will shake him off, is too deep in his mind. He allows other people to talk to you but after that they will get some devilish dreams as warning, And if he notice they still confident to keep going, welp.... we know the show.

Of course you won't stay any longer in this dungeons, it's up to him where he wants to take you. But if you Obey him just right- he will ask his master to create the heavens that you shaped in your mind. Only him and you.

There's nothing you can lose other than your freedom. You would never get hurt by anyone but him. Your only luck if his God have mercy on you and kill you for good or have another God by your side.

[armguard]

heyy! could u pls write a pav x fem!reader where she is the one that wears the pants in the relationship? she’s kinda like #ihatemybf coded and he’s the submissive in the relationship LMAOO i think that would be silly!! hcs or one shot idc just do it however u feel like!

Hope you like this!

Well, he never expected this to be happen to him. Submissive used to describe him? Pav would laugh at you if you told him three months ago. But here he was.

It is incredible what love can do to a man.

Pav of course put a fight, but you overcame him. He tried to find a weak spot, every word he spoke you had a one too. It was annoying, but also captivating. Like he found his personal adversary.

Until he realised he lost the war. Even he won small victories time to time, you won the end game. Pav can't understand how he stupid he was.

And you just laughed. How. Frustating.

He can't lie that this dance of words is appelling. Usually it is just him that attacks, no one dared to stand end of the barrel.

Yet he can't use that on you. His hands starts to shake even thinking about it. Love really put him to his place.

Here he was in your home, waiting for you to get ready for a another date. Moment passes and Pav knows that you won't be finished for longer. But your smile at the end makes the waiting worth it.

So he continues to play the role of "good boy." Maybe a life with you, will make it worth it.

[yandere--stuck]

I imagine if the Reader ends up confessing that they've "lusted for someone they shouldn’t have" in the confessional booth, and that someone ends up being O'saa (reader doesn’t know he is there of course), when they finally leave, O'saa is just gonna be standing there and staring at them like this lol

(Sorry for the horrible edited photo, I am very tired, and I don't know how to edit kn my phone. Original picture below:)

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO I'M SCREAMING

He's such a smug bastard about it. All your stammered explanations or exclamations are hushed as O'saa wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He knew all along that you and he were meant to be, the truth finally coming to light thanks to his practical joke!

He swears to stay by your side in sickness and in health. He promises to slay whoever lay in your way for you to be the two champions of this festivals. Please, dear, don't pull away... This is what you deserve.

Somewhere hidden, the muffled voice of a beheaded old wizard complains in vulgar language at such a sickening display of affection.

[dadsbongos]

P(AV) IN V

word count - 1.5 k / warnings - unprotected sex, pinv sex, vanilla :), make up sex, fem reader who wears skirt, not beta read

summary - you and pav fight... and then make up :3 with cool kitchen counter sex ~~~

“Late,” your words slice through the warm air as soon as the front door stutters open. Your icy tone dregs that welcomed warmth, blistering it down a raw, unforgiving chill, “Hours late.”

Pavel flashes a cheesy grin, manually crinkling the corners of his eyes, “My love! You’re alive, and you’re well! We’re both still alive and well,” his rambling persists as he slides through your frigid doorway and politely stops at the shoe rack, “How amazing is that, dearest? We could perish at any given moment should All-mer will, and yet we both still stand. Breathing. And well. And still…” he sighs, hesitant to break eye contact and pull off his boots (fearful your teeth will latch onto his neck the instant it's unguarded), “Still in love.”

Your folded arms remain firm over your chest, but the stiffness of such a guarded stance at least gives Pavel the confidence you won’t pounce as he unties his shoes.

“Yes, thank All-mer, my free fool has returned home. And in a lieutenant’s uniform no less… he shames us and his beloved All-mer for that. But yes, thank All-mer he’s home,” he’s wincing at the sting of your words, knowing exactly how terribly he’s set himself up, “Three hours late.”

Pavel finishes removing his muddied boots and settling them on the bottom layer of the rack in silence. Once that job is finished, he cannot hide behind the chore any longer -- now, he is forced to confront the full wrath of a woman scorned. Not just any woman, the only woman he’s sworn himself to; and not just any kind of scorn, the kind bred from arriving three hours late for anniversary dinner.

Finally, he weaves his fingers together at the pelvis and stares with those silvery sharp eyes; golden curls that have played you like a fiddle many times before falling over his forehead. As if he’s some kind hearted businessman from the center of town pleading for his wife’s forgiveness rather than the man he actually is.

He hasn’t even presented you with a ring, yet.

“I’m very, very late,” Pavel confirms, but it’s the last you want to hear. You already know this, what you want to know is what his reasoning could possibly be -- what made him think it was appropriate to come home without so much as a bouquet of flowers? He suspires sharply, so sharp it feels like a stab right in his lung, and shoulders scrunch towards his ears defensively, “I don’t have an excuse.”

“Pav…” you’re not keen as to why you trouble yourself groaning his name. It solves nothing, the only solace you scavenge is knowing it makes guilt bloom in his chest.

Even that is shallow.

“I don’t,” Pavel removes his hat and strips the monster’s hide from his back. Another way you know Pavel is not like the businessmen in town, when he steps forward more parts bare than clothed -- only a fraction of his intent is libido, “I was working, and then it was eight.”

“‘Working’,” you scoff, turning against the kitchen counter to pore into the steel sink. Colored blobs have pooled in the bottom, shifting in time with your unsteady rocking, “You’re obsessive, this is destructive. You’re going nowhere.”

“I told you,” now his sorrow is adopting irritation, brows furrowing and jaw tensing, “I told you exactly who I was, and you said you could live with it. I told you what I wanted for my life, and you went along with me anyway. I am sorry that I’m late, but don’t you dare pretend I’m doing this regardless of you.”

Unfortunately, you cannot dissent those points. Pavel was upfront that his life’s goal was different from other men. He was willing to meet standards such as marriage or pets or owning a two-story home, but didn’t need those things. He needed to kill the Kaiser. He needed revenge. He needed Godblood on his hands.

You were an unforeseen, much appreciated, highlight on his otherwise dismal path.

And now he was muddying it all, wasn’t he?

Pavel trudges further into the kitchen, naked bar the whities on his hips and socks on his feet. He’s comfortable again, and you must be too because your shoulders slacken. He feels more human now than he had during his entire drag of work. The men he bunks with are as hideous as wild animals, their immortal stench somehow worse. Pavel had begged for this temporary leave since the turn of the new year.

Only to finally return to you hours later than he’d promised. Pavel wisens himself to feel the shame searing through every heartbeat.

“I’m sorry,” he slinks up behind you at the sink, tender arms and soft cheek melting your frostbitten exterior, “I have no excuse,” he brushes loose hairs from your temple, fingertips kissing tenderly over your skin seconds before his lips do, “You’re right, dear. I should’ve paid you more mind, but I am not graced with tact. I will be better to you.”

One of the things that drew you and Pavel to each other was a mutual understanding of fire. And hatred. And hiding beneath slumped bodies until soldiers left. You understand Pavel as much as you’re irritated with him. His obsession is your obsession. If you’d been able to dedicate yourself to combat training and wearing their ranks, you’d be no better than him.

“You’re forgiven,” you heave the words as you turn, floating your arms to loop around his neck, “But I wish you’d find a way to be more sensitive to these things.”

“I will,” he soothes.

In an effort to shift the mood, you poke a finger against his bare chest, skin cool from being exposed all day even in his discarded uniform, “Showing off to your superiors again?”

He snorts, a sly smile overtaking his face, “I have to advance at every given opportunity.”

“Bremen whore,” you ‘tsk’.

“Yes, yes, I love the attention.”

“You do have a very lovely body.”

And Pavel most certainly does love your attention.

“Oh, you don’t say?” his breathing turns cursory upon the implication of your words, “Would the pretty lady be willing to demonstrate?”

“She might. If you can promise to be good for her.”

“Always,” he swears it.

You jump back onto the kitchen counter, tugging Pavel between your thighs by the ankles around his waist, “Liar. Make it up to me.”

“If I must,” he makes a show of sighing, kneading the fat of your thighs -- pulling you closer to the edge. Calloused hands burrow under your skirts, tossing the flowing material up and snagging your panties down.

Giggling deliriously, you spread your legs as easily as he maneuvers them. Pavel slicks his right hand with his own saliva, then tucking the wetted digits inside you while thumbing your clit. He’s selfish at the end of the day, removing his fingers (sans the thumb twirling your bundle of nerves) to push his trousers halfway down his thick thighs.

He slides inside you with a heady grown, hands clenching tight around the fat of your hips. His brows pinch and lips pucker, neck craning to mouth at your neck. Kissing as he bucks leisurely into your drooly cunt, always dragging you closer. Pinning your hips with his as he babbles against your skin, nuzzling as if you’re silken.

Pavel pants and whimpers into your ear, greedily soaking up the way your nails dig into his arms and moans sing his name.

“Louder, my love,” he begs, a particular thrust driving your hips back on the counter. His hands claw you back down, “The neighbors should bang down our door- be louder, my love.”

“Insatiable,” you manage to squeal out, head tossing back until your crown is smothering the cold, hard cupboard behind you. Pavel nods shamelessly, now kissing up your cheek to your lips. Drowning out your cries despite his pleas to hear every single one.

Pavel staples you in place, pausing only a moment before hurriedly stuffing you with his cock. He stretches over you, again avaricious for your mouth on his, muffling his own groans under the sloppy stirs of his speedy thrusts. His thumb matches pace, drawing the shiver of his own name, narcissistically, into the apex of your thighs. Your mixing juices soaking his skin. Were he not edging close to climax, Pavel would be tempted to sink to his knees and worship with his mouth. The thought sears through his veins, body seizing -- he hunches unflatteringly, clutching you flush as he cums.

The sensation paired with his devoted attention to your clit cinches the knot in your gut, thighs squished around Pavel’s waist and gasps ragged.

“You’re so handsome when you’re not being a terror,” you coo as Pavel lays his head on your chest.

He snorts quietly, nodding and curling both arms around you, “So tired. You should carry me to our room.”

“If we move, you’re doing the carrying,” you yawn, scooting down to rest your back flat on the counter (causing the both of you to whimper in overstimulation at the jostling).

After a brief respite, Pavel murmurs, half-asleep on your chest, “I’m content to sleep here.”

“Of course…” you yawn again, louder, and scratch your nails through his tangled hair, “I am, too.”

“Of course,” he mimics, laughing tiredly even when you sharply yank a lock of his hair.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Enki Ankarian...

Being born with the Enlightened Soul, Enki was cursed and blessed with a restless need to constantly seek for new knowledge and secrets hidden away from the massive community of common folk. Such a trait had started manifesting within him at a very young age, as he was chosen to become a Dark Priest upon his and his twin sister’s birth. 

Despite their rather close relationship, they were pitted against each other, typical to such occult rites, and had to fight to death with ritual daggers. Unfortunately for him, Enki was born with a frail body, that only remained fragile due to his extensive overindulging in studying, and lack of going outside or doing any kind of physical activities - Thus, his sister easily overpowered him, her dagger on his neck, waiting for the final blow.

She, however, showed mercy that he was incapable of, and withdrew her dagger, stepping away, as the high priest masters glared gleefully at the ridiculously pitiful event unfolding before their very eyes.

Unable to accept defeat, Enki rose from the ground, as soon as his sister’s back was carelessly turned to him, and he stroke his dagger to her spine, watching with cold, empty eyes as she collapsed to the ground. The high priests seemed especially pleased with this and prepared for his ascension ceremony, where he resurrected his deceased sister into a ghoul, using the newly acquired skill of Necromancy. 

The cold, blank corpse of his sister brought a smile of satisfaction and accomplishment on his otherwise emotionless, pale face. 

After his ascension to Dark Priesthood, he left the temple grounds to learn occult on his own, in a dark pilgrimage. He began praying to Gro-Goroth as he began dedicating his studies to the knowledge of Old-Gods.

Enki travelled across the Western continent, learning about different Gods, deities, blood magic and all known sciences. His studies didn’t come without their merit, as he was rightfully acknowledged by the top scholars of modern times, being granted a pass to the great libraries of the Kingdom of Rondon, having the collection of all known history and science at his grasp. 

During his intensive research, drowning in a copious amount of piles of books and paintings, swimming in an endless ocean of knowledge, when suddenly, he felt compelled to raise his head, for a single split second - But that was enough to feast his eyes on the radiant presence of a woman that seemed to glow with such an aura that was unfamiliar to Enki.

For some reason, this human made Enki want to approach her, to delight himself with that Sun-like warmth and gentleness, and never let go. His brain had gone hay-wire for that exact single second, and he imagined her Ascension, defeating even Alll-mer in influence and radiance, for she would be worthy of worship far and wide, a single Goddess above them all, be them New or Old alike.

Ha! What a fool he’s been, allowing himself to fall prey to a woman’s charm, as if he is alike any of those petty mundane wretches, much beneath them. Surely, there was nothing that she had, except for a pretty face, and long soft locks, and a dress so beautiful and embellished with rich ornaments and golden thread embroidery... And there he goes again, losing time with meaningless thoughts!

O, and how he wished she would stop living rent-free inside his head, just so he could return to his endless studying already... Alas, that woman was gracefully sitting on a velvety chair by the dimly lit window, adopting a relaxed yet incredibly elegant pose as she began reading some kind of large, dusty tome, so old that it was almost ripping apart at the seams.

Such negligence - She might her slender, delicate fingers, but surely, there was no way an uneducated idiot like herself would be able to handle such a frail book!

Fuming, he didn’t quite realise he came up with an unlikely scenario, just to have a reason to march up in front of the beauty and speak to her - Surely, if he was to approach her with his usual misanthropy, she would be compelled to hate him and would avoid him at all costs - What a brilliant plan!

“What do you think you’re doing, you brain dead vermin?! Books like this one are supposed to be handled with intensive care!” in his makeshift rage, he tried to look away from that adorably confused face of hers, or those glowing doe eyes, looking up into his dead eyes with such radiant vitality. He grabbed at her hands, and almost shivered lightly at how soft and soft they were, compared to his skeletal-like cold and clammy ones.

“Oh, forgive me, Sir, I meant no harm.” her voice was so princess-like, compared to his gruff voice, rough from lack of speaking, that he almost felt his whole body caressed with honeyed mead. “You see, I often come to these libraries and rehabilitate old tomes like this one. I either sew protective covers over them, or try to re-write them, so that more copies would be available for people to read. There have been numerous cases of books being destroyed or going missing, and there was no way of retrieving the lost knowledge.” that sweet smile applied some colour to his otherwise ghost-white face, and for the first time in his life, Enki felt his heart pounding in his chest, harder than that time when his sister almost killed him.

Slowly, Enki let go of her hands and peered down at the book’s covers - Indeed, the seaming was freshly done, and the gold thread was adequately holding together the hardboiled leather. Even the inscription of the title was masterfully done, so much so that he found no defect to complain about or scold her for. Which meant, he also had no other reason to keep in contact or speak with this woman - So what was he supposed to do?! He had no clue how to react in such a difficult social dilemma.

“I am glad that there are more attentive people like yourself, with a genuinely love for knowledge and books!” she chirped softly, radiating with kindness and warmth. “If there were more people like yourself, it would be so much easier to preserve all this precious fountain of knowledge and allow a wider range of people to access it.” “You’re delusional.” contrary to what he was truly thinking, Enki grumbled under his breath, the corner of his mouth turning upwards in a disgusted sneer. “You wouldn’t be the first to call me that!” her giggle seemed as tender as an angel’s embrace. “It’s quite alright though! I just do what I like to do, and if people can benefit from my work, then all the best!” he was speechless, from a variety of reasons. “Are you quite alright, Sir? You seem unusually pale. Are you feeling ill?” at the same time that the beauty reached out her hands to cup his cold face and feel him up, Enki’s eyes widened like a dead fish’s, and he violently retracted away from her touch, as though he was terrified of getting burnt by her Sun-like warmth. Not only that, but the tome from her lap fell to the ground with a thud and a large cloud of dust, which ultimately made them both cough. “I’m fine. Mind your own business, woman.” he grunted in between coughs, crouching down to get the book - Only to feel her hand underneath his own - Was it fate, that such a continuous string of intimate coincidences keep happening? Was he supposed to meet her? Was there truly a red string of destiny wrapped around them both, pulling them together? “Oh, forgive me, Sir.” she smiled softly at him, waiting for him to remove his larger hand from on top of hers. He didn’t, captivated and lost in her eyes. “You may take the book at home for studying, if you’d like. I can guarantee for you. You seem like a man who truly treasures knowledge and books.” “Stop calling me Sir, it’s annoying. Enki Ankarian.” he grumbled, snatching away his hand from over hers, before cradling the tome to his chest, as though it’s his most cherished possession.  “It is lovely meeting you, Mr. Ankarian.” the glare she received made her offer a sheepish grin. “Uh... Mr. Enki?” the glare got harsher. “Enki...?” his glare dissipated, replaced once again by a blank stare, and a weird sense of relief and content washed over him. “My name is Y/N. You must be having an Enlightened Soul, right?” Enki rose a questioning eyebrow - Was it truly that evident, even to somehow he just met for the first time? Still, he grunted a positive answer. “No wonder - Then, I have all the more reason to trust you with borrowing books from our library.” Enki couldn’t help but pick up on the odd choice of a possessive pronoun. “Good to know.” he mumbled under his breath. “Whose library is it?” “Loosely speaking, it belongs to the Kingdom of Rondon, but it was my family who founded it, long ago, and we’ve kept taking care of it, having scholars, maesters and priests over, leaving imprints of their knowledge here and what not.” the way she was speaking of her family and the library seemed to make her exceedingly proud and happy. “Do you have a Radiating Soul or what?!” Enki found himself blurting out without as much as any bit of consideration or a normal, social filter. But the woman before him didn’t seem to mind it, nor was she seemingly bothered by it at all. For a delicate damsel like herself, she seemed to be tanking his brashness and rudeness with an impenetrable shield of white light. “Oh, yes, you are correct! As expected of someone bright like yourself!” she seemed to be bubbling over with glee. No wonder he was immediately attracted to her, from the second she entered the room. People like her were born to have tons of people flocking around her like moths to the flame. How annoying.

Enki couldn’t help but glare at the woman before him, smiling so brightly, as though she’s never even heard of the horrors of the world, let alone experience them; A creature so pure, that the glimmers of hope sparkle all around them. This woman was the perfect opposite of him, so much so that he almost felt afraid of being anywhere near her. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Such a situation went much over the parameters of his abilities and skills. 

“Will I see you around tomorrow also?” Enki’s breath hitched in his throat and his heart stopped beating, as soon as he heard that God forsaken question. “I have to return the book, don’t I?” he found himself successfully grunting a satisfactory answer. “Wonderful!” she chimed happily. “Then, it is time for me to return home and bake some cookies!” with his eyes bulging out of his sockets, and his jaw slightly agape, Enki felt his throat dry, wondering - What the hell has he gotten himself into?

From then on, almost on a daily basis, Enki would spent day in and day out at the libraries of Rondon, accompanied by that annoyingly beautiful woman, who captured his dead heart in such a weird way. 

You would bring over trays of snacks and cookies she made, along with tea, coffee, with small recipients with milk and honey for sweetening - Of course, you would drink the sweetest beverages, whilst he liked them black and bitter - And he has to admit, everything you made, was out of this world delicious.

His skin even started getting some colour, and his body wasn’t as skeletal-skinny, due to being unconsciously taken care of, to the point that you even invited him over at your rather lavish house, where he’d eventually move in, without much protest.

Years later, he still isn’t quite sure how the hell did he end up moving in so quickly and effortlessly - It all felt incredibly natural, and he didn’t even realise what had happened, until it was too late, and he had slept over in his own dormitory for over a month. It was a comfortable life he was living, with no restrictions about studying, nor the need to work ; Though, in a way, he did feel as though he was taking advantage of your kindness, which irked him enough into thinking of way to compensate you in some way.

Realising there was nothing that he owned, which he could offer you, he proposed to teach you offensive magic. He knew well enough that you were safe and sound in Rondon, and you were well versed in the healing arts to begin with, but there comes no harm in having ways to defend yourself, correct? His sister should have been taught that lesson sooner.

With unexpected patience, Enki would put you closer to him on the sofa, with a book on his lap and an arm around your waist, reading to you whatever he was interested in at that moment, and would explain everything in great detail, making sure you understand everything there is of interest about that said topic.

And when it comes to practicing blood magic of any kind, he will have you practicing, in a safe environment, on wooden dummies. Hell, he was impressed by how easily you picked up on his teachings, that he even muttered out a bit of praise! Wonderous achievement!

Enki finds great comfort in brushing your hair, and would take all the time in the world just playing with those soft locks, even idly braiding it or twisting it around, as a means of relaxing or de-stressing.

At some point, during the hotter times of the year, he would begrudgingly allow you to also braid his hair and style it in a bun - You wear the same hairstyles more often than not - Mostly at home though, where there’s no one else to see.

When he gets frustrated, he would absent-mindedly doodle random runes or symbols all over your hand or arm, before going out into the cold rain to cool himself and start over whatever he project he was working on.

Though he always hisses like a cat, he loves it when you kiss his cheeks or forehead whenever you pass by his study desk. He loves your touch more than he’d like to admit, and he loves the way your plump, soft lips feel against his own, capable of pulling him out of this world - But what he loves more than anything, is how small you feel in his embrace, as you cuddle or hug - There is no words being said, only swimming in the love and bliss, feeling each other’s heartbeat, reveling in each other’s warmth.

When you get intimate, he’ll always stay above you, cradling your head and peppering your face with tons of lingering kisses, going down to your jaw and neck. Every sound you make, every twitch of your body, only drive him crazy. He’ll take his time with you, slow and steady, long strokes, until you see stars before your eyes, and him in the center of your world. If you try to look away as you climax, he’ll lightly tug on your hair, inching your face to make you look at him and only him as you come undone in his arms.

He might not admit to it, and he’ll never ever admit to it, not even to himself, but he loves you as much as he loves studying. On the days you’re going out together, strolling through the busy cobbled streets of Rondon, he will keep his arm around your waist, glaring at anyone who’d dare look at you - And with your Radiant Soul, there were plenty of people attracted to you. No one could get anywhere close to his little angel.

Though he found himself happiest and most comfortable living with you, his studies were never neglected, to the point that he found himself despairing for having nothing more that he can learn - This empty husk, limited to the Earthly, can only get him so far. He had reached the limits of any human can achieve, and all because of his Enlightened Soul, he was unable to find any means of keeping himself under control. He was going crazy, and there was nothing even you could do, even suggesting going traveling abroad, that could calm him down from his insanity.

There was no satisfaction, nor fulfilment that he could get. He allowed the Dark Priests to crucify him on the statue, naked, in the middle of the city, ready to be taken to the other world by Alll-mer. There was no silver lining waiting at the end; The purpose of all humans was to liver under the cold sun that the Gods have set above them all. 

Just as the Priests were ready to sacrifice him, Enki saw a vision - He wasn’t sure if it was your desperate visage that gave him new thirst for living, guilty of breaking your heart, or that mysterious thing flashing in the corner of his eyes - Whichever the case, he understood his new purpose, and was ready to start anew, to flip a new chapter in this agonising life.

Once the Priests brought him down, you immediately ran up to him, wrapping him up in a blanket to keep his cold, clammy skin warm. You were ready to bring him home, cook him a warm meal, bring him a hot tea - But he was far too excited about this new prophecy that he was shown, this revelation that foretold a man meant for greatness, who will begin a new era for mankind - Why would he share the spotlight of the Gods with any mortal man, anyway?

Prophecies are only for those who are weak enough to bend to their sorry fates. Enki was hell-bent on finding this man and learning more about him and this so-called destiny of his. As far as he’s aware, this man is imprisoned in the notorious dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

He knew this was it - The stairway to his Enlightenment, and he was dead set on discovering all the ancient secrets that this stronghold kept, all to reach the ultimate understanding of the greater scheme of things.

No matter how much he wished to keep you at home and promise you that he’ll return in time for dinner, he couldn’t. Not only was it impossible for him to lie to you like that, but he was also unable of stopping you from joining him, no matter how many times he warned you that he might not be able to keep you safe during this mess of a quest, or even as much as say with certainty that neither of you will die. Still, you were persistent, and though you felt your body shivering with fear as soon as you reached the courtyard to the two entrances, you still didn’t back down - You were going to stay by his side, through thick and thin.

From the very second that you got in front of the dungeons, he could see your body trembling softly with fear, from the sheer malevolent and suffocating pressure that it emanated. Enki was unable of reassuring you with words, but he held your hand, guiding you blindly through the intricate hallways of the labyrinthine dungeon, though he had no idea where exactly he had to go. The only thing he knew was that he had to find Le’Garde somewhere deep underneath the dungeons, in the prison levels... Probably.

As torches would go out far too quickly, leaving you to stumble blindly through the place, you used a simple magic spell to create a ball of light in your palm.

In a place as decrepit and plagued such as the Fear and Hunger dungeon, even your Radiating Soul seemed to be greying and fading tragically.

It was thanks to Enki’s level-headed and composed self that you could feel relatively safe. That, and his almost unsettling Necromancy skill, which aided him in creating a small army of ghouls and skeletons to aid your journey to success.

The two of you first encountered an enormous prison guard, with rather disproportionate genitals, ready to tackle you and destroy you entirely. You were absolutely terrified, stunned and rooted to the spot - Thankfully, the Dark Priest and his powerful dark magic were able to quickly massacre the foe.

To calm you down, Enki cupped your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering loving words until he could feel your bode relaxing under his touch, ready to go on with your long and perilous journey.

You scavenged various crates and barrels, finding food, armors and weapons useful for the future, though the two of you still relied on your own powerful magic, and the cannon fodder dead as meat shields.

You killed two dark priests, taking their soul stones and purifying talismans, sacrificing a man and raising affinity with Gro-Goroth, before unsealing the magic door using Counter-Magic and venturing inside where they found a Hexen and learnt Greater blood magic.

In one of the libraries, there weren’t all that many books of interest. Somewhere further along, you found a ritualistic circle painted on the ground with blood, over a carved up symbol of Gro-Goroth. You looked up at Enki, confused, as he studied the book on the pedestal closely.

“Gor-Goroth requires a sacrifice, doesn’t he? And Sylvian wants love. Alll-mer wants prayer, doesn’t he? What are we supposed to do?” you ask, looking down at the intricate circle. “Nothing. I’ll do a quick prayer for the God of Destruction, but nothing more. Get out of that circle right now, I don’t want to risk your safety.” he ushered you away quickly as he prayed, and took you out of that place immediately.

On a book shelf, somewhere up, beyond your reach, Enki found the renowned Necronomicon. With trembling hands and deep excitement, he dares to read the Black Book, and even learns the Black Orb spell. This new-found knowledge only seemed to further excite the Dark Priest, so much so that he smirked with deep triumph.

Probably one of the worst parts of the journey was traversing through the Blood-Flesh pit to get to the prisons and activate the elevator for the ground levels; Honestly, how in the world could such a disgusting thing exist, anyway? Everything was so fleshy, squishy, juicy and revolting, it made your skin crawl.

Out in the courtyard, you found a massive statue of Alll-mer, to which you begrudgingly prayed to, but funny enough, somewhere to the left of the courtyard, a huge orgy was taking place, with a bunch of naked people wearing only bunny masks. They were in a trance-like state, and the act seemed rather painful for the submissive one; It was absolutely terrifying to watch, especially as none were letting out a single noise. It seemed that love for the sake of Sylvian had completely gone corrupted. Seeing how uncomfortable it made you, Enki grabbed your wrist and took you away from there without another word. No Godly Affinity was worth your discomfort.

The next location you went to was the Mines, where you noticed a presence that didn’t seem to indicate any kind of malice. Though Enki was a little more weary, as he felt responsible for your well-being, you found yourself encouraged to step forward and introduce yourself. This man looked very similar to Enki, with long and well-kept hair, pale skin, and a dust-grey priest robe. There was something about his soul also, something familiar, that made you feel you could trust this man called Nosramus.

He, also, had an Enlightened Soul. No wonder you felt at ease in his presence. Enki, also, seemed to be feeling the same way. Nosramus revealed he is an alchemist and he lives in this God-Forsaken place. Unfortunately, he had to run away, as he had forgotten his kettle on. What a shame.

Stumbling around blindly through the mines, you had to battle a rather hostile Yellow Mage, though with some rather cunning talk from Enki, he retriever a rather interesting Talisman, before killing that ridiculous dancing foe.

After defeating the Salmonsnake and a ton of ghosts, passing by the cannibal orgy dedicated to Gro-Goroth, Enki summons a portal passage towards the bridge to Ma’habre, pulling you in with him along the ancient city. Somewhere up in the sky, you could see the ghostly silhouette of the four New Gods, who disappeared one by one, but not before a promise of reunion. You were sent back to the mines after that. What a peculiar manifestation of magic!

You went through a whole city of inoffensive yet rather creepy cave-dwellers before finding your way to attack a huge, armoured Knight and its phantasmal counterpart which blocked the path towards Nosramus’ laboratory. He seemed to greet you with open arms and a genuine smile on his face.

Enki asked him what his studies consisted in, and he claims he studies just about all fields of knowledge, like a true renaissance man would, like blood magic, deities, gods and what not, though now he’s most interested in nature and the heartbeat of the earth. Enki smirked a little, realising that such interest aligns with your own. He seemed rather light-hearted and jovial, joking around about having been around for an eternity, and that this dungeon is vital for his studies. Though, when asked about this particular man, he seemed vague, though he confirmed he must be a few floors below them, and they should hurry.

Emboldened by his affirmation, they returned to the Cave-Dwellers’ village and searched around for clues, until they found a rather intricate and particular artifact in the form of a cube. It was the Cube of the Depths. Unfortunately, as soon as they grabbed it, the otherwise peaceful Cave-Dwellers became hostile and started attacking them once spotted. What a shame.

Once escaped, they found themselves deep inside a rather terrifying thicket, chased around by poisoned mumblers, though here, they found a weird, large, bulbous thing like a chist, pulsating and throbbing. They destroyed it immediately, before going down a hole in the ground, reaching the Level 7 Catacombs and finding another such thing.

Unfortunately, just down that corridor, they found the prison cell where the Man of the Prophecy was being shackled. He was already long dead. They were much too late. They failed the task they set out to. How annoying.

Looking at each other, you and Enki exited the prison cell hand in hand, looking down in disappointment - There was no reason for you to be there anymore, was it? Alas, Enki’s path to Enlightenment was shattered in front of him. Mumbling a few curses, he was deaf to the sound of footsteps approaching. “Nosramus!” Enki was brought back to reality by your sweet voice gasping out the alchemist’s name.

The man seemed to have already guessed the one called Le’Garde was long dead. He must have thought he’d have had a much bigger role in the greater scheme of things, but apparently, not so much. Still, the seed of what he planted continues to grow and branch. Nosramus encouraged you to venture further into the darkness and figure out this enigmatic riddle for yourselves. With you thirst for success, Enki dragged you to a large stone gate, engraved with a variety of runes. He brought out the Cube, and the doors opened, to the Tomb of the Gods. Fantastic! This area looks to be from the distant past, how intriguing!

The Priest rushed with you through the many corridors of the Tomb, until you reached the outside; The darkness was hiding away the city, though with your magic, you could get a small glimpse of the odd architecture of this ancient city. It truly was a work of art and historical fountain.

A little unsure of what to do, you reach a Beacon, which seemed to react to the Cube. It grew taller by a few levels, glowing bright green, and suddenly, you and Enki were in Ma’Habre, now illuminated by the bright daylight. The two of you could only stare in shock and wonder at the sight before your eyes - Neither of you ever thought you would witness such a miracle. You were grateful to Nosramus for his guidance. That man knew so much more than he led on.

The Ancient City was wonderous to explore, and it felt almost as though you were sight-seeing, and you were just a newly-married couple enjoying their honeymoon vacation abroad; Though most of the time, you spent in the Grand Library was the most welcomed, as you found so many long-forgotten books to study. Of course, you found yourself stealing a few of them, eager to take them home, restore them, copy them and place them in your own Rondon Library, to benefit other scholars also.

When you were ready to leave the Library, you got attacked by something that you could only call a giant head with its brain out... And uh... An eye that looks awfully phallic.

After guarding from a headbutt and summoning a blood golem, Enki tries talking some sense to the God of Enlightenment... The great Enlightened Valeil became this weird, huge head. Bewildering. Though he didn’t seem to react to his words, a stream of ideas, concepts and questions fill your head.

“Among us... The new Gods... I am Valteil to the Enlightenment as Francois is to the Domination. Who is Torment...?” the voice inside your head asked. At once, Enki answered correctly, mentioning Chambara’s name. The boss took a good amount of damage. Whilst you kept using defensive and healing spells, the undead army kept attacking, allowing Enki safe space to speak and destroy the boss.

“The dark continent... Whence the darkness slowly leaks to the Western World... Where the day only shines... Eternal darkness and grey gloom... What is it called among the people of Europa?” Enki answered correct with his answer of Vinland, causing the Enlightened One a massive headache.

“We, the new Gods... Whilst still walking among men... Our fellowship, when did we embark on our journey to Ascension?” Year 809 was the correct answer, as expected of someone like your remarkable husband. Valteil’s right hemisphere and that ridiculous eye had been destroyed, and then his left hemisphere also. He remained a hallow skull.

“Alll-mer, the Ascended one... The last of the older Gods. What year marks the birth of his new self?” Year 0 was the right answer, of course, and with that, Valteil was defeated. The head of Valteil the Enlightened One falls down to the darkness from where it once rose. The millennia of wisdom and knowledge that is too much for a normal person to bear passes through your heads. You only get glimpses of what is waiting for you on the other side, but this information stream is too much for your mind to handle. Your head hurts, and you feel a little shaken up. You look at Enki, who’s clutching his head also, yet he seems completely ecstatic with the knowledge that something far greater has just started to change.

The cogs of Fear and Hunger have just began to rotate on a larger scale. You got the Enlightened Soul. Enki’s hand squeezed yours, and it was clear, he’s never been more thrilled than with this experience. For a brief second there, he wanted to regret embarking in such a dangerous adventure, yet now, he was pumped up and ready to learn more.

Traversing back through the intricate library, you found Valteil’s mortal body, strung up at the waist with a rope. He seemed absolutely depressed, saying that mankind has no hope, and that ascension was never the right path. Enki admitted he was also on the path of Enlightenment, to which he was warned not to be fooled by power or blinded by the golden throne. One must admit his own mistakes in order to grow, he said. There was, however, one amongst them who was right, though Valteil hadn’t expanded on that, leaving them with more questions than answers.

Enki found an empty scroll, on which he scribbled a request to Alll-mer, to be taught how to walk on water, so you could return back to where you killed the Salmonsnake and reach the other side of the mines. There, you were met with a menacing lizardman, and a bunch of humans strung upside down. They were skinned and mutilated. Seeing your horrified look, Enki held your hand and rushed through the mines, trying to shield your view from the atrocities.

You reached a sealed door, which Enki unlocked with the use of Counter-magic again, and inside, you found none other than Nosramus himself! What a coincidence! He asked about Valteil, somehow sensing they you met him. When Enki told him that he was regretting his past actions, the Alchemist seemed amused and intrigued. It was the first time he had heard about Valteil admitting his mistakes.

“Nosramus, forgive me for asking, but you were friends, weren’t you? You, and all the others.” Nosramus finds himself smiling a little wider hearing you speak. “Valteil mentioned one of his friends being on the correct path - That must have been you, right?” the Alchemist gave a nostalgic nod of his head, explaining that Valteil’s belief was that one could achieve Enlightenment with a snap of his fingers, if only he Ascended. Of course, a ridiculous idea, and Nosramus, to this day, is still bewildered to how easily his friend fell into that trap. The ultimate truth was just one, that there is no end to the path of Enlightenment. New information, new forms of science, new people, new worlds... The knowledge of the world keeps on increasing. How could you settle down thinking you are at the end of it all, he wondered rhetorically.

“We learn our whole life.” Enki found himself mumbling under his breath, his eyes wide with realisation. That quote made Nosramus smile with pride. Unknown to the alchemist, it was you who once told Enki that little thing, and now, to think some words could mean so much, could hold such value. Enki turned his head to you, and once again, amidst the darkness, he saw you radiating brightly - So bright, in fact, like a muse, like the Sun brightens up the whole world at once.

Nosramus then recommended that Enki sits on the golden throne to meet his reflection - Surely, there will be incredible insight and knowledge, especially of the New Gods, which he could learn. Still, he had to heed caution - If he truly was a scholar of sciences, he must only observe, not surrender to the lust of power, like those before him. Thus, the Alchemist offered him the Spirit Anchor.

Enki was a little too bewildered to speak, and could only watch as you embraced the Alchemist, thanking him for his kindness and benevolence is sharing such a gift with you. “Thank you for all of your help, Nosramus. Without you, I am sure, my husband would never truly be happy. It is through knowledge that he finds happiness - And I can only be happy, when seeing him like this. You have saved him from despair, and from himself. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” the Forgotten One simply chuckled light-hearted, patting your head as though you were his little sister or daughter, reassuring you it wasn’t a big deal he was doing, before ushering you on your way.

Your radiating smile painted a little colour on Enki’s pale cheeks, and you excitedly grabbed both of his hands, dragging him back to the Blood Portal, so you could return to the Ancient City and continue your fantastic journey. You reached the back alleys of the city, and using a stone, you searched for a safe place to land. Clearly, you couldn’t trust the ghouls to hold a rope for you to descend, so you had to jump and land, albeit a little rough, on a small piece of safe land that reached inside an underground cave. Thankfully, Enki caught you, alleviating the pain of your legs.

This cave was filled to the brim with wooden mannequins and a weird machine which, when adding Enki’s blood, it... Created a human husk in his image. Now, you had a rather awkward Enki, looking with disgust and embarrassment at his naked clone, shamelessly prancing around the place. Your amused giggle only made him huff and look away, grabbing you to move along and exit the cave. 

Climbing up a ladder, with the clone following you, you found yourselves inside the Temple of Torment. The atmosphere was so thick and heavy that you felt compelled to leave for the moment and explore a little more.

You reached the Tower of the Endless, where you found a bed. Weirdly enough, you felt rather safe in this place, as though you could rest a little. You have been running around for so long, that perhaps a little shut-eyes was welcomed. Enki agreed, laying down on the bed, making room for you to cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

However, weirdly enough, you met inside your joined dream, and you found yourselves in Rondon. Though confused, you found yourselves inside a brothel, seeing a mercenary speak to his prostitute wife about his future job and how he wants to provide for her - It was to rescue the very man they found dead. Next, you had to relieve the moment Enki tried to get himself sacrificed, to which the man in cause took you away, not wanting to have you experiencing such heartbreak a second time.

Walking further, you found yourselves deep inside the Oldegard forests, where you saw an Outlander mourning the death of his comrades who were massacred in a war with the Rondon knights who sought an artifact they found. The Outlander seemed to realise his wife and son were in danger, so he rushed to this barn, on a path soaked in blood and corpses. This man was defeated with the knowledge of his family’s death, and he swore revenge on the monster who did this.

Once the Outlander’s memory disappeared, you and Enki walked inside the barn, seeing a Skin Granny, which you had to fight and defeat through all of her phases - Thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult a fight, thanks to your greater magic proficiency and the many undead fighters shielding you two. Once defeated, you excited the barn, seeing a vision of Le’Garde, the man of the prophecy, speaking to one of his female knights rather cryptically. She seemed completely blinded with love for him, but he was simply using her.

As this memory, too, ended, you were engulfed in nothing but a white light, and a woman, Nilvan the Endless, appeared before you. She caressed her swollen belly, begging you to take her child to the darkness, to save the child, and thus, she offered you the Endless Soul. How amusing though, considering neither of you even encountered a child to begin with, but her soul was more than welcomed.

Refreshed and feeling stronger, mentally and emotionally, you and Enki smoked a little and ate well before returning to the Temple of Torment, ready for an arduous fight. As soon as you enter the Temple, a loud, echoing scream, like that of a man deep in anguish and agony, resounded through the whole place, sending shivers down your neck. It was the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard, and you instinctively clinged onto Enki’s arm for some comfort.

Somewhere inside a long room, you found a weird torture mechanism, and with a heavy heart, you placed the clone on the hooks, ready to sacrifice the husk - Though Enki didn’t seem the least bit disturbed at seeing his own mirror image being tortured to the point of having his skin painfully ripped apart by the hooks, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at it, your heart shattering as the skeletons kept rotating the wheels.

The Red Man continued shrieking loudly as blood streamed everywhere through the temple, and the deep pit was now full with blood, from which the Tormented One emerged silently. Defeating him once was easy, though the New God succumbed deep inside the pool of blood, as a terrible sensation filled you, as if something was about to happen that should forever remain unknown to human eyes. Thus, he emerged one again, in the middle of three spiky wheels of torment swinging around their axis. One by one, they jammed and destroyed the horrific wheels, and their suffering God, until they all sank into the pool of blood as quietly as when they rose from it. 

Though it was a terrifying sight and battle, you feel as if a millennia of torment just slipped before your eyes. You feel sorry for this tormented deity, though Enki not so much. Regardless, you gain the third soul, the Tormented Soul.

Thus, you return to the City Center of Ma’habre, ready to defeat the guard blocking your path from entering the Golden Temple. Inside the Temple, you found an older version of Francois the Dominating, and you engaged in a rather interesting conversation with him, who advised you on how to defeat his younger, more cocky self. After killing the last purple, throbbing heart, you return into the past of the Ancient City, using the Cube of the Depths, ready to defeat the last God.

You found Francois sitting on the golden throne, speaking down on you as though you were vermin or even less. Thankfully, with the use of the old Francois and some cunning speech, you were able to destroy his younger self’s ego enough to make him reckless and vulnerable and destroy him forever, taking his Dominating Soul.

Looking at the golden throne, you felt your body softly trembling, before shifting your gaze towards your lover. You threw your arms around him, bringing him into a tight embrace, confession your love for him over and over and over again, your eyes stinging with tears of sheer fear. Enki simply cupped your face and pulled you into a deep, loving kiss. 

It was the first time Enki ever truly told you ‘I love you’.

He tried to tell you he will return to you, but something caught in his throat, rendering him unable to promise something like that. Instead, he felt an electrifying feeling down his spine, and not even once did you break eye contact, as he slowly sat down on the throne of the New Gods.

A bright light engulfed you, and surprisingly, you found yourself in an incomprehensible dimension or world, transported by the throne. Enki was still sitting, while you stood in front of him, both of you deeply confused. Hand in hand, you and the undead army searched for a path towards... Who knew?

As you stepped in the middle of a bridge that separated two large bodies of lands, something started slowly rising from the green hue. Coiling, slimy tentacles were dancing above the green smoke, before the monolithic creature slowly rose from inside the green fog. You and Enki looked at one another, unable to properly comprehend what were you battling, yet you knew, the being before you had tremendous power. 

This creature was the Goddess of Life and Love, Sylvian. Tentacles slammed and swirled around in an erratic manner, damaged the protecting undead and blood golems. Suddenly, you noticed the creature growing a large tumor in a humanoid shape, and it was wriggling in pain.

With great difficulty, you managed to cut the four tentacles lashing out at you and the humanoid tumour, before finally descending back into the green smokes, letting you go in peace. What a relief. Battling an Old God took its toll on you two, and you needed a few seconds of respiro, smoking some opium, before finding some strength in your feet to walk forward and have... A New God, oddly resembling Enki, with a cage on his head, greeting you.

“Knowledge... It suffocates those who are not able to adjust to it. I could not bear the world with everything I’ve learned with the Enlightenment and my Ascension. It is said that ignorance is bliss and knowledge only enhances the pain. The only way for me to continue existing was to change. Knowledge changes one permanently. There is no looking back after a certain point.” the reflection of Enki spoke to him in a monotone voice.

That reflection was what he was to become. He felt great lust for power take over him - It would have been so easy to give in and learn secrets that are only whispered among mortals - But he came prepared, and had been warned about such lust; Not only that, a single look into your eyes was enough to remind him of his true purpose, his true happiness. He didn’t want to end up like Valteil, trapping himself in the corner, with nothing left to do but rot away, forgotten by the world. No, he was destined for so much more - Though a mortal, he felt content continuing his path towards Enlightenment with you by his side. 

You declined the Godhood and managed to step out of the plane of the ascended that was coloured by the green hue that radiated from the underground pits. It’s not like your ascension wasn’t without its merits, even if you withdrew at the last second. You saw the reflection after all and understood its intents. With newly found knowledge, he took the grand libraries of the ancient city as his own, and once he was done with a book, he would pass it on to you, to read, copy and restore, so that you could make your own Great Library of Rondon the most Enlightened one in the whole world. The Enlightened Library.

Thankfully, the library of Ma’habre already contained more information than one could digest in multiple lifetimes, yet lucky for you, Enki, with a little help from Nosramus, discovered the secrets of a prolonged life pretty soon.

You found out how the older Gods had left this world long ago. You had taken care of the New Gods that resided in the city of the Gods. Enki did not need Godhood to chase after the true Enlightenment. He did not need Godhood to become the most powerful mortal to exist. 

He already WAS the most accomplished mortal that ever was, and will ever be. 

And with your Radiating warmth, love, beauty and support, along with his new-found friend, the Alchemist Nosramus, the Forgotten One, life has become a truly happy bliss.

[chertilla-uwu]

> I'm back to my Funger era again. And I'm really into angst relationship prompts. So I couldn't help and imagined one for my dear boy Cahara...

> You've been with him trough all the hell of these dungeons. Relying on each other at the most dangerous moments, keeping one another sane and alive. Hell if such gravely danger can't bond absolute strangers like you were during your first meeting.

> But now you both became something else, something more.

> Oh my, how gentle and careful he was making love to you among those bunny-faced cultists. Even if it was just practical and materialistic, just to make your chances of surviving higher... You felt like he actually cares.

> And it makes your heart melt and hurt at the same time.

> You trusted each other like no one. That's why very soon you learned he actually has a dear one out there. Someone he's trying to survive and come back to.

> The woman even are carrying a child. And even tho Cahara couldn't tell himself if it was his, that's all still was a dear family to him. Something you couldn't offer him here or everywhere else.

> Even if you will get out of here. Even if you will be still in contact as dear friends. And even if he will playfully offer his bed to you once again because his actual lover doesn't mind...

> You can't lie to yourself. You are his. But he will never be yours.

[vikkirosko]

can you do headcanons for enki darce and cahara with a shy fem reader or a fem reader with a caressing soul please?

Headcanons Caressing soul

🗡 Cahara of the South x fem!Reader 💎

Cahara has seen many different people. But most of them understood that in order to survive, kindness was far from the first of the qualities on the list necessary for survival. He himself was not the embodiment of evil, but it was difficult to call him absolutely kind. Getting to know you wasn't what he expected, especially in a place as disturbing, dark, and frightening as a dungeon. He came there for selfish purposes, and meeting you surprised him greatly. You were too kind, quiet, and shy for such a creepy place. Cahara didn't understand how you were still alive and sane. Looking at you, he just couldn't leave you all alone to fend for yourself. Maybe his decision was stupid, maybe he would have regretted it later, but he still invited you to go with him, claiming that the two of you were safer than alone

He really protected you, and you really tried not to get into dangerous situations. You weren't much use in battle, but you helped him with his wounds. You weren't a healer or a healer, but your basic knowledge helped him deal with his injuries. Pretty quickly, he became convinced that you were quite affectionate in communication, and the fact that you began to trust him and become more courageous in communication said a lot. Cahara continued to not understand how you ended up in the dungeon in the first place, but he decided that he would help you get out. He didn't know if someone was waiting for you outside, but he was thinking that if it turned out that you were alone and you didn't have the people you were going to go back to, then you could go with him. Cahara was sure that his wife would not mind it. But in the first place, you still had the goal of leaving the dungeon after reaching your goal

Sometimes you've talked about what you'd like to do when it's all over. He got to know you better and was amazed at how you were. You were a simple person with simple dreams that some might even consider naive. But Cahara wanted to see you happy. You still hadn't told him why you were in the dungeon, but it didn't really matter anymore. Looking at how you tried to use the skills you had to help him, looking at how you overcame your fear and tried to distract the enemies' attention to yourself so that Cahara could deal with them. He could have handled it on his own, but he understood that then he would have received more wounds. Perhaps even those wounds that could no longer be cured

Cahara did not think that he would find a loved one by going to the dungeon. But that's exactly what you've become to him. He truly cherished you. He wasn't sure if he could achieve his goal, but at least he could leave this place with you and what you both found in the dungeon. But while there was still hope, you continued to descend deeper and deeper, through the darkness and dangers that lurked and were preparing to attack you

🗡 D'arce Cataliss x fem!Reader 🛡

D'arce came to the dungeon for a reason. She had an important goal. She had to save someone important to her. But it was dangerous there. There were very few people who kept their minds and didn't want to harm her. But you turned out to be one of them. She found you by chance, in a small room where one of the monsters that lived in the dungeon was trying to get in. You were scared, but you weren't hurt. D'arce felt like she couldn't leave you alone. She asked if you were okay, and you nodded uncertainly, not daring to speak. But when you saw that she had a slight wound, you hurried to help. She was surprised that you offered to help her so easily, but you sincerely wanted to help her. D'arce understood that you alone could not survive in the dungeon and get out safely. You were too quiet, too weak, and she was genuinely surprised that you were still alive and barely injured. She couldn't leave you alone, because it could mean your certain death, so she invited you to go with her, promising that after she finds Le'gard, she will help you leave the dungeon

She was like a knight in shining armor from a fairy tale to you. D'arce was honest, sincere, she helped you and protected you from danger, seeing that there was little you could do in battle. She was amazed that such an affectionate and kind person ended up in such a dangerous place, but when she asked you how you got there. You didn't give her a definite answer, but she realized that you didn't have much choice. You should have done it. You both had reasons to be there, and you had to move on. Sometimes, during your short breaks, you would ask her about her past. She didn't tell you everything, realizing that not everything in her past was right. The more she talked to you, the more she got the feeling that Le'gard was wrong. She was still going to save him, but now she had a feeling that she didn't want to follow him any further. Perhaps, together with you, she could find another way

It was hard for you in the dungeon. The madmen and monsters you met didn't just want to maim or kill you. They wanted to do something more terrible. Because of that, you both had to be extra careful. After a particularly frightening battle, she hugged you and tried to calm you down. D'arce perfectly understood the reason for your fear and tried to do everything in her power. You've been helping each other keep their sanity. It would have been much more difficult for you to survive alone and not go crazy with everything that was happening, and the fact that you were so affectionate and caring, the fact that you tried your best to use your skills for your common good, only calmed her more. She wanted to believe that in the chaos around her, at least one person continued to be on her side

The further you went into the dungeon, the more she suspected that Le'gard could no longer be saved. But she couldn't turn back. She had to get to the end and make sure for herself that he was gone, even if it would hurt her. But she had you with her, you who sincerely supported her no matter what. If he was dead after all, then there was no reason for her to return to her previous life. Every time she thought about it, she thought that maybe you would agree to start traveling with her. Together, you could find a place that you could call a new home and where the nightmares from the past would not haunt you again

💀 Enki Ankararian x fem!Reader 📚

Enki did not seek new acquaintances. He came to the dungeon because he was sure that there he would be able to find the man from his vision. That was what he was aiming for. But besides that, there were some interesting books that Enki spent some time studying. He wasn't afraid of what was happening there. He was used to things that terrified other people. Enki assumed that the only people he would meet there would be madmen, monsters and those desperate people who risked going to such a dangerous place for the sake of treasures. But he didn't expect to see someone like you. You were the owner of caressing soul, he realized it very quickly. Such things were more understandable to him than to others, and it alienated him. He, who is used to gloom and cruelty, is not used to someone so bright next to him, so at first he kept his distance from you. You didn't try to get too close to him, you were too shy for that. But at some point he had to turn his attention to you

He was injured during a battle with several cultists, but he didn't have anything on him that could help him deal with his wounds. And then you came to the rescue. You, who were very close and hiding from the cultists, having too few opportunities to protect yourself. But you quietly offered to help him. He refused, giving you a cold look, but he didn't feel very well and you just couldn't stay away. He was closely watching your actions as you applied a bandage to his bleeding wound. Enki expected a trick, but it never happened. It might be strange for him to be around you, but he could very well benefit from you going with him. He didn't know why you came to the dungeon, but your skills could be useful to him and for some reason you were ready to go with him

Despite the fact that he was repulsive in communication, you continued to sincerely believe him and try to get along with him. You tried to find common ground with him and listened with sincere interest to what he sometimes told you, no matter how dark the things he said were. At some point, he started to realize that he was starting to enjoy spending time with you. He denied it and did not admit it to himself. But Enki really felt something for you and showed you a kind of care. He didn't take care of you the way other people did, but you could see how much he cared about you, even through his rudeness. It was unusual for someone to take care of him, but you continued to do it

Enki didn't know what would happen after he found the man from his visions, but he hoped that no matter what happened, you would stay by his side. You became an important person to him and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt you. Your future path was vague, but he was confident that you would walk this path together

[lefarte]

What funger characters would be like in bed

NOTE: IM SORRY FOR NOT GETTING ALONG TO MY REQUESTS I’m a notoriously slow writer but I didn’t forget,,, thank you everyone for the positive reception

Warning for nsfw text (it’s nothing that crazy, mostly just talking about their orientation and measurements)

Abella: Switch with a dominant lean. Prefers giving to receiving. She’s confident in her body, but gets a little shy about dirty talk. She does not shave…. Ever. Her chest is a B cup. She owns a strap on but has never actually used it before. Very serious about cuddling afterwards! She has a slight preference towards feminine women or feminine men. Thinks girls with glasses are cute.

August: Generally leans more towards a gentle type of approach, he can be convinced to try other things if he likes his partner enough but is usually conservative in bed. More of a giver than a receiver, likes to be romantic but he has a playful side. He bites. 9 inches. Uncircumcised. Has a slight preference towards women.

Cahara: Likes both partners to be equal in bed. Playful. He cracks jokes during sex, likes to make his partner smile. Likes to give and receive equally, but usually ends up being the receiver. 6 inches, circumcised. He trims his pubic hair on occasion, but never too short. Likes ‘all kinds of people.’

Daan: Leans submissive. He’s not exactly shy about sex, but he has trouble enjoying it unless he really trusts his partner. He alternates between being hyper-sexual and completely uninterested. Prefers giving to receiving, as it feels less vulnerable. Might have a thing for voyeurism. 5 and a half inches, circumcised. No gender preference.

D’arce: Switch with no preference. She used to think she was 100% submissive, but now she’s not so sure anymore. Sex is very meaningful to her, it must always be with a monogamous partner and as an act of love. She’s shy, but secretly has an intense libido. Prefers being on the receiving end of things usually. She has an A cup bust but she uses padded bras to look bigger. Trims but does not shave. Likes feminine men and all kinds of women.

Enki: Says he’s dominant, not entirely true. Can actually be a little bit shy sometimes. Very rarely gets in the mood, and if he does he usually just likes to watch his partner go at it on their own. Hates being touched. If he is in the mood to be touched, he prefers receiving to giving. 4 inches uncircumcised. No gender preference.

Henryk: SUBMISSIVE. Doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body. Tries too hard to be romantic in bed. Horrible at dirty talk. No practical experience, he just replicates things he sees in movies. He has no preference between giving and receiving as long as his partner is gentle. Likes to cuddle and fall asleep after. 5 inches exactly, circumcised. Says he likes women, really has no preference.

Karin: Switch. Dominant with men but submissive towards women. Not experienced enough to decide whether she likes to be on top or bottom more. She likes receiving, but is shy about penetration. She’s a DD cup. She never shaves or trims, and the curtains do NOT match the drapes. Openly bisexual.

Le’garde: Leans dominant. It’s very, very rare for him to get in the mood. If he is in the mood, he’s a control freak. He’s monogamous, he only wants one partner and he wants it to be romantic. Always picks giving over receiving, he likes to see his partner squirm... 6 inches exactly, circumcised, hair trimmed evenly. No gender preference.

Levi: Doesn’t like power dynamics. Very touch starved, so even a hug can give him an unwanted tent. (This doesn’t always mean he’s thinking about sex, he’s just going through a late puberty.) Likes giving and receiving the same. Goes very quiet and still when aroused. He wants to get married and maybe even have kids someday. 5 and a half inches uncircumcised. No gender preference, but thinks long hair is pretty.

Marcoh: Submissive. Deeply worried about hurting his partner by accident. 100% monogamous, and has internalized shame and fears about sex. He will never be able to have ‘casual’ sex, it will always be very intimate for him. Likes giving and receiving the same. He has particular fantasies about being tied up. Almost 8 and a half inches, circumcised. He has very thick, coarse pubic hair. Has a slight preference towards masculinity. Likes his partner to have some meat on their bones.

Marina: Switch leaning slightly submissive. A pent up virgin with a high libido suffering from catholic guilt and body dysmorphia. She likes to read erotic novels, and has a lot of curiosity. She flirts often but gets dysphoric and shies away. Hopes to one day meet someone open minded and good to her! Has an A cup bust, but she insists it’s a B. Somewhat preferential to receiving. 4 inches, uncircumcised. No gender preference, but wants her partner to be taller than her!

Nosramus: Switch leaning gentle domme. Has a normal, healthy sex drive. Likes to touch and study his partners. Likes giving and receiving equally. Has both male and female anatomy. She has a B cup chest and a 5 inch penis. His pubes are so long that she braids them sometimes. Has a preference for other non-binary or gender nonconforming people.

Olivia: Dominant lean. Views sex as a healing experience for herself, a way to feel confident in her body. She is not a virgin. Has a fairly high libido. Loves to feel feminine both in and outside of the bedroom. She sometimes fantasizes about being a ‘femme fatale’, but is shy when people actually approach her in real life. She has a C cup bust. Shaves. A well educated woman who knows the importance of aftercare. Likes to cuddle. Closeted bisexual.

Osaa: Dominant, but doesn’t particularly care for power dynamics. He’s not a virgin, but he doesn’t care about sex. He only feels desire towards someone he already knows and deeply cares about, and he cares about very precious few people. 8 inches, uncircumcised. He is surprisingly proud of his size. Prefers giving to receiving. He likes monogamous, romantic sex, though he is weirdly ashamed to admit it. He blames the influence of the All-merian church. No gender preference.

Pav: Submissive and you can fight me on this. Likes rough sex. Likes his hair pulled, likes to be choked. Has not been a virgin for a long time. Has a pretty high libido and has a lot of casual sex. Has NEVER had a long term partner. Likes giving and receiving equally. 5 and a half inches, circumcised. He shaves most of himself and waxes his chest (and ass) because he doesn’t like the feeling of hair. Preference towards feminine women and feminine men.

Ragnvaldr: Wants him and his partner to be equals, the thought of domming makes him uncomfortable. Very nervous about hurting his partner with his….. girthiness, especially if they aren’t as experienced as him. Confident in his body. Always chooses to give rather than to receive, he likes to see his partner in pleasure. Almost 10 inches. Uncircumcised. Likes to kiss and hold his partner in his arms while he does it. No gender preference.

Samarie: A total virgin, never even held a hand. Has fantasized about every position under the sun and has masturbated so many times that her Sylvian affinity has reached its level cap long ago. Has a B cup bust. Never shaves or trims, completely hairy (Unless Marina wants her to shave). Likes giving, receiving, upside down, sideways, on the wall, ANYTHING, but it must be monogamous. Likes pretty girls.

Tanaka: He recently discovered he has a small preference for being dominant. Inexperienced but eager to learn. Thinks sex is pretty cool. No preference for giving or receiving. No fetishes. Only thing is that he likes to hold hands. Penis size is exactly 5 inches and pubes are trimmed neatly. Likes everyone equally.

Bonus

Pocketcat: … 9 and a half inches and it smells strongly (I know some of yall will like that). Oh, and for whatever reason I get the vibe that he’s circumcised.