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bakerstreet2022-05-18 07:00 pm
Having been raised by Ego, away from other of her own kind--or any kind, really--Mantis was always a bit of a fish out of water, fumbling her way through social interactions, and never quite knowing what to expect. She knew her kind must go through certain life cycles, as she'd already been through the awkward phases of metamorphosis. Now that she was a fully mature adult, she supposed it was only natural to experience a reproductive cycle as well.
Of course, being stuck on a ship with humanoids of various other species, she wasn't entirely certain what to do about it. She'd tried to keep to herself, but the urge to seek a mate was almost irresistible. She found herself singing and chirping whenever she was alone, preening for attention whenever her male crewmembers were nearby, and she felt a strong compulsion to touch anyone within reach so they would sense her urge to mate and know she was receptive.
She didn't want to compel anyone to do anything against their will, however, so when Thor found her singing in the galley one night, she made sure to keep her hands busy. She pretended she was typing up, but she couldn't help stealing glances at his big, strong physique as he moved around the room. "I'm sorry," she said, trilling softly. "Did I wake you? I tried to be quiet, but I can't seem to help myself."
Of course, being stuck on a ship with humanoids of various other species, she wasn't entirely certain what to do about it. She'd tried to keep to herself, but the urge to seek a mate was almost irresistible. She found herself singing and chirping whenever she was alone, preening for attention whenever her male crewmembers were nearby, and she felt a strong compulsion to touch anyone within reach so they would sense her urge to mate and know she was receptive.
She didn't want to compel anyone to do anything against their will, however, so when Thor found her singing in the galley one night, she made sure to keep her hands busy. She pretended she was typing up, but she couldn't help stealing glances at his big, strong physique as he moved around the room. "I'm sorry," she said, trilling softly. "Did I wake you? I tried to be quiet, but I can't seem to help myself."
[ As Geralt knows, Gwenhwyfar is not averse to sex whatsoever. She would be lying to herself if the urge didn't come up almost every time she would see him, face to face.
But the urge just won't leave her mind and that brings Gwenhwyfar to a nearly stuttering mess, dropping her hands into her face. As comfortable as she is, Geralt still intimidates her to a degree. ]
I would actually love to have a child of my own-- [ It's blurted out without much thought. How stupid does that sound? ]
But the urge just won't leave her mind and that brings Gwenhwyfar to a nearly stuttering mess, dropping her hands into her face. As comfortable as she is, Geralt still intimidates her to a degree. ]
I would actually love to have a child of my own-- [ It's blurted out without much thought. How stupid does that sound? ]
[ m/m, no 9/24/28 but otherwise ota! much love to crosscanon/medium/AU! ]
[ No 19 or 31, and he's unlikely to be the instigator if 18 is involved. ]
[ Constance has gone past the blushing bride stage and has come to admit (to herself, not others) that she quite enjoys sex. Sex with Ferdinand, in particular. But they both have their respective duties. She has her hands full with restoring House Nuvelle, and he has to juggle being Duke Aegir with being one of Edelgard's top officials.
The time they spent together before he has to go back to Enbarr felt too short. And so instead of sleeping in like she usually does instead of sending him off, she decides to go after him. Quickly and confidently at first, and then increasingly sluggish the closer she gets to the sunny outdoors.
When she reaches him, the most she can do is pinch his sleeve. ]
If it is not too much trouble, and it highly probable that it is when you have matters of state to attend to, I have a humble proposition to make.
The time they spent together before he has to go back to Enbarr felt too short. And so instead of sleeping in like she usually does instead of sending him off, she decides to go after him. Quickly and confidently at first, and then increasingly sluggish the closer she gets to the sunny outdoors.
When she reaches him, the most she can do is pinch his sleeve. ]
If it is not too much trouble, and it highly probable that it is when you have matters of state to attend to, I have a humble proposition to make.
[ Theoretically open to any of these I think. ]
(OOC: 2, 3, 8, 26, and 30 all seem interesting to me. Any of those (or others) work for you?)
Oh no I love it, this is fun. Doing some light NPC dancing around here.
Was having some medical issues, glad I could get to this, though!
( satoshi is a relatively demure boy with a sweet personality. he's prime for affectionate relationships, especially if he's the one being doted on in some way. his specialty are his gentle headpats.
for this meme in specific: i'd love to do something with bunny satoshi being bred, whether that be by another guy, futa female, or theoretically with a strap. obviously he can't get pregnant, so there'd just be a focus on faux-breeding or the attempt being made. satoshi also sometimes crossdresses in his canon and i'd be down to include that as a bonus.
depending on canonpoint, he can come at age 15 or 20. additional kinks here.)
for this meme in specific: i'd love to do something with bunny satoshi being bred, whether that be by another guy, futa female, or theoretically with a strap. obviously he can't get pregnant, so there'd just be a focus on faux-breeding or the attempt being made. satoshi also sometimes crossdresses in his canon and i'd be down to include that as a bonus.
depending on canonpoint, he can come at age 15 or 20. additional kinks here.)
[She's a demon. Tsun to the extreme.]
[ Heyo. Are there any specific prompts that you'd prefer? Vholran is way more of a straight-up villain than Velvet, but with some assumed CR and AU tinkering he could be closer to an anti-hero type for the sake of compatibility. I'm up for whatever, though! ]
[This world was fun at first. Great to fall into, A+, would love to visit again. But the longer she stays, the more miserable and dangerous it becomes. But there's adventure, and so she stays. It's not hard to blend in appearance wise, though she never does quite get the knack of actually living here. Which is probably why it's so humorous to her that her path keeps crossing his.
Geralt reminds her a bit too much of her gruff Doctor at times. But he's good on the inside, which is where it counts. That's the only reason why she gets a thrill out of their banter and verbal sparring matches each and every time she gets into trouble and he shows up to offer her a rescue. Oh, she's lent him a helping hand here and there, but it's usually her skin that's saved more often than not. Saying that she doesn't mind because he challenges her is far easier than accepting the fact that she's attracted to him.
It's not as if that attraction can go anywhere anyway, what with who he is, and the fact she doesn't belong in this world. Those two thoughts are front and center in her mind as she tries to convince herself that what's currently happening between them is going to end just fine.
He's towered over her, large frame pressing her far smaller one against the wall. His hands press firmly against the brick of the wall, arms closing her in and preventing her from going much of anywhere. Not that she wants to, not with the way he's looking at her like she's the most tempting thing he's seen in a long time.
When her eyes lift to look up to his through her eyelashes, she realizes quickly that he looks at her like he wants to devour her. Like he wants to claim her, to mark her as his. That thought makes her swallow roughly and lick at her lips. Maybe having him save her this time around is going to get them both in proper trouble. Then again, it's not as they could've predicted a potent aphrodisiac would be used against them as a means to keep them from escaping too far.
Powerful magic exists in this world. And Clara's painfully susceptible to all of it. It seems that right now, he is too. And his title doesn't matter, his heroics hardly will matter, not when he's reduced to a man in desperate need of warm heat to bury himself into.
She's not afraid of him, even with her own arousal heightened and thrumming thick and heavy in her veins. She's wanted him for a while now. Her hands press against the breastplate of his armor, but she doesn't push him away. Instead, she invites him to indulge in whatever dark and wanting thoughts he's having right now, sealing his fate by rising up on her tiptoes to crash her lips against his. The kiss is heated, her pent up attraction to him giving the spell they're under the opportunity to blossom into pure white heat. It pools low in her belly and makes the throb of arousal unable to be ignored.
Her legs press together briefly, as if that will be enough to make that throbbing cease. It doesn't, of course, and it's with a frustrated whimper that she pushes against him and breaks the kiss. Her eyes are dark and wild as she stares up at him, chest quickly rising and falling. ]
Will you be undressing for this, or are you expecting me to work my way around the armor?
[Ah, there's her usual spark. It's not gone completely, even with her head swimming and her body feeling hot enough that she thinks she may crawl out of her skin if he doesn't touch her soon.
But as much as it's a bit of sass, it's also her last attempt at offering him an opening to escape. An out, if he wants to try to take it.]
Geralt reminds her a bit too much of her gruff Doctor at times. But he's good on the inside, which is where it counts. That's the only reason why she gets a thrill out of their banter and verbal sparring matches each and every time she gets into trouble and he shows up to offer her a rescue. Oh, she's lent him a helping hand here and there, but it's usually her skin that's saved more often than not. Saying that she doesn't mind because he challenges her is far easier than accepting the fact that she's attracted to him.
It's not as if that attraction can go anywhere anyway, what with who he is, and the fact she doesn't belong in this world. Those two thoughts are front and center in her mind as she tries to convince herself that what's currently happening between them is going to end just fine.
He's towered over her, large frame pressing her far smaller one against the wall. His hands press firmly against the brick of the wall, arms closing her in and preventing her from going much of anywhere. Not that she wants to, not with the way he's looking at her like she's the most tempting thing he's seen in a long time.
When her eyes lift to look up to his through her eyelashes, she realizes quickly that he looks at her like he wants to devour her. Like he wants to claim her, to mark her as his. That thought makes her swallow roughly and lick at her lips. Maybe having him save her this time around is going to get them both in proper trouble. Then again, it's not as they could've predicted a potent aphrodisiac would be used against them as a means to keep them from escaping too far.
Powerful magic exists in this world. And Clara's painfully susceptible to all of it. It seems that right now, he is too. And his title doesn't matter, his heroics hardly will matter, not when he's reduced to a man in desperate need of warm heat to bury himself into.
She's not afraid of him, even with her own arousal heightened and thrumming thick and heavy in her veins. She's wanted him for a while now. Her hands press against the breastplate of his armor, but she doesn't push him away. Instead, she invites him to indulge in whatever dark and wanting thoughts he's having right now, sealing his fate by rising up on her tiptoes to crash her lips against his. The kiss is heated, her pent up attraction to him giving the spell they're under the opportunity to blossom into pure white heat. It pools low in her belly and makes the throb of arousal unable to be ignored.
Her legs press together briefly, as if that will be enough to make that throbbing cease. It doesn't, of course, and it's with a frustrated whimper that she pushes against him and breaks the kiss. Her eyes are dark and wild as she stares up at him, chest quickly rising and falling. ]
Will you be undressing for this, or are you expecting me to work my way around the armor?
[Ah, there's her usual spark. It's not gone completely, even with her head swimming and her body feeling hot enough that she thinks she may crawl out of her skin if he doesn't touch her soon.
But as much as it's a bit of sass, it's also her last attempt at offering him an opening to escape. An out, if he wants to try to take it.]
((And which sketchy one would you want to play out with Cor here, if you're interested? I was thinking of either Confined or Mechanical myself, but I was wondering what you prefer with the older guy))

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