Marriage Consummation

[meme_maid]

The Marriage Consummation Meme a smut meme

The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage. Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this! ...or, most forbidden of all, you're not the one getting married to this person. You just have to be with them on their wedding night, because you want them no matter what! Comment with your character and include your preferences. Comment to others. Thread out wedding night smut and shipping.

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Neo-Queen Serenity || Sailor Moon || OTA

[crystalruler]

[ooc: A queen forced to remarry, or could have her de-aged to her Princess status.]

Gavin Darrow ( OC ) OTA

[wanax]

Aqua || Kingdom Hearts || OTA

[watersacrificed]

bedelia du maurier | hannibal

[relevee]

anna | frozen | m/f

[spareisms]

[would prefer no hate!sex for this unless you're hans in which case it's kind of a given if not au'd.]

Hibari Kyoya | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

[hibariskylark]

[ooc- can be played as either 15 or 25. Mostly interested in M/M but an arranged marriage with a girl that would be interested in topping and toys could be intriguing.]

[ex_livesinthemoment670]

((ooc: fancy some OC love?))

Nico Robin| One Piece| m/f

[hananobooks]

[It sounds like it would be fun.

Ned Stark || Game of Thrones || ota

[winter_iscoming]

Inquisitor Trevelyan | Dragon Age: Inquistion | ota

[quaintmarcher]

[ladystark]

[ care for a young Catelyn? ]

Shana || Shakugan no Shana || OTA

[tsundere_eyes]

[...Why do I always want to watch her get married?

Regardless, have a mostly disagreeable swordsgirl. :D]

A Girls' Volleyball Team || OCs || See Prefs for Each

[the_girls_team]

[ooc: A collection of girls from a high school volleyball team, with individual preferences and likely attitudes toward being married.

Open to playing more than one at once, for the more...interesting marriage arrangements.]

[notavegetarian]

The party they had attended had ended with a satisfying result. He would make his presentation on Dante shortly. He saw all of the pieces falling into place. Approaching the door to their current home, Hannibal opened the door for Bedelia and waited for her to step through. Hannibal followed after her and shut the door behind him.

[relevee]

To the rest of the world - or to the high society members in Florence, at least - they were Dr. and Mrs. Fell. She had the diamond on her hand to prove it, a ring that sparkled in the flickering candlelight whenever she reached for a glass of champagne or took Hannibal's hand in a dance, the two of them moving across the floor without a single misstep.

He had chosen the ring himself, declaring that it should not be too ostentatious - but only the sort of thing that they would be able to afford within their fictional means as a man of academia and his seemingly unemployed wife. There had been no vows, nothing voiced in front of a priest - nothing to consummate the marriage save for their words, or lack thereof. Silence, ultimately, had preserved the illusion, for she would do nothing to discredit the reputation he was slowly building up for himself.

Silence fell around them again as they returned from the party - though she might have projected a certain level of comfort in public, unease settled in in its place. In this moment nothing sounded better than peeling off her dress and sinking into a nice hot bath - but she paused, sensing him over her shoulder and turning slowly to look at him.

[notavegetarian]

The illusion he was building was being accepted so far. His presentation would secure the illusion among those who worked at the museum. He kept a watchful eye on Bedelia. He could see conflict within her of both curiosity in learning more about him and fear on how long she will survive his plans.

After hanging their coats near the door he turned to look at her. He could see the unease in how she stood and looked over her shoulder at him. He walked towards her so that he was standing directly behind her. He waited for her to speak what was on her mind.

[relevee]

Her foremost thought was procuring herself a drink - something strong, although she would have settled for more of the champagne from the party. She was accustomed to ordering the wine for dinner and little more, but that was to suit the menu that Hannibal had chosen and prepared for his tastes as well as for her own taste.

"You impressed them all tonight," she admitted, crossing the room to serve herself some wine from the small crystal decanter. "Though I wonder if that display could potentially draw the wrong kind of attention."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal saw her eyes focus on the wine decanter before she walked towards it. He had noticed that during dinner she preferred to drink more than eat what was in front of her when he prepared the meals. He did prepare the meals to his tastes, but she was offered an alternative she seemed to enjoy.

He watched her move to pour herself a drink and listened. He tilted his head slightly. "To which display are you referring? The one this evening? Or the one a few days from now?"

[relevee]

She was full aware of what those meals often consisted of, which was why she preferred to make her own selections from what he offered her. Oysters, for the most part, were what she subsisted on these days. Her hand was steady as she poured the wine - perhaps a bit more generously than she needed to - before lifting the glass to her lips for a slow sip.

"Tonight - and yes, the presentation you are giving. You've removed the former curator." The question that lay between them unspoken was whether or not he was concerned his impersonation would be discovered at so public an event.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal turned to face her and watched as she filled her glass more than some would consider advisable. He watched as she took that slow sip, it seemed that she was beginning to rely on the wine to help her speak when she was most concerned that her words might anger him.

The unspoken question was heard clearly by Hannibal. He walked over to her and poured himself a small glass of wine. "There is always the potential to draw the wrong sort of attention. However, I believe that as long as my lecture is informative and intriguing then the attention you worry about is less likely to occur." There were still pieces to move into place to solidify his position in the museum. Until those pieces were in place there was the potential of something unexpected to arise.

[relevee]

She was fully aware of the fact that her words could have the potential to inflict, to poke the sleeping dragon within. And yet she had turned a gun on him once, though she would have hardly viewed him as defenseless in that moment even with a mere towel in his hands.

"You're not concerned about anyone who may have known the late Dr. Fell personally?" she replied, one arm lightly resting across her front as the other hand gripped the wine glass loosely between her fingertips.

Orihime Inoue | Bleach | F/M

[leekspins]

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal had found that there were moments when her words did prod at his true nature. However, most times he was able to remain in control of himself. He recalled that moment when she discovered him cleaning up and pointed a gun at him. He knew she would not shoot him, there were too many unanswered questions about him she wanted to discover.

He took a small sip of the wine as he considered her question. "The late Dr. Fell did not have any friends who knew him personally enough to come to an event like this. There might be a few who knew him. However, I do not believe there was anyone who was fond enough of him still alive to ask questions." He said with confidence.

[winter_iscoming]

[of course! you're the first Cat I've met ^-^]

[relevee]

A long pause, during which she took another sip of wine and then considered their options for a moment. If he backed down now it would give them more reason to be suspicious of him; the real Dr. Fell would likely not have shied away at an opportunity to showcase his intellect. And yet there was even more at stake now. He had recited Dante's first sonnet impeccably, but he would need to know much more than that in order to impress the Studiolo.

"Have you given serious thought to eating Professor Sogliato?" The man who had challenged him in front of their contemporaries before she had attempted to invite him into a dance in order to sway his attention. The man who would likely prove to be the greatest threat in the midst of all of this.