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Shoved in the closet // König x reader

Summary: You give the colonel a handjob in a storage cupboard!

Warnings: 18+ content; Semi-public sex, handjob that transitions into a brief blowjob, little bit of submissive König after he leads for like... Two minutes, porn without much plot tbh, there's like... Mild exposition to satisfy my brain (it became not mild). Maybe badly written? Idk, indulge me here, I wanted to write smut.

Words: 4.7K

Notes:  Pushing myself a bit, doing kinktober prompts at my own pace, as you do. Was very excited that the first prompt ended up being assigned to one of my favourite characters. I kind of imprinted on reader whilst writing this.... Whoops. Oh well :3 Left at somewhat of a cliffhanger because I didn't know where to write after that... My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

It wasn't entirely clear what you and König were - and the lines had been blurry for quite a while now. Some things were clear, thankfully; you were squad-mates, you had saved one another's life far more than either of you ever wanted or cared to admit. So, in that regard, you were at least colleagues - perhaps you could even push it to friends. At least, you thought so. That was until about four months ago, when the two of you opted to share a bed one operation. For tactical reasons, König had told you. It wouldn't have done to get up at the crack of dawn, one of you with an aching back because you'd decided to sleep on the floor. When you'd tried to argue with him, saying that you'd both slept in far worse conditions than this, he would have none of it.

It had been a good night's sleep, that you wouldn't deny, but you wagered only part of the reason for that was the fact you were sleeping on an actual bed. The other part of the reason, was the fact that you had eventually ended up tangled in one another's arms. It was... Comfortable. Neither of you spoke of it after that, you didn't dare bring it up and he didn't either. By the end of that week, when you had returned to base with the rest of your team, you thought he had forgotten about the ordeal. He, in fact, had not. Your main clue to this was the fact that he seemed to linger somewhere near you at every chance he could, until lights out. At which point, he would then skulk off down the hall to his own quarters, his glowering expression mostly obscured by his hood.

It took a week and a half of this behaviour until you proposed sitting together in the canteen, and König eagerly agreed. Well, eagerly for him; a low, rumbling hum in his chest as he slowly nodded, accompanied shortly after with a quiet 'Ja'. So, that was your arrangement. You'd queue up together, grab your trays of meagre food, then sit at a table next to one another - usually just the pair of you - to eat. You quite enjoyed it, and so did he. As the weeks passed, he started talking to you. Not much at first, only simple questions. How was your day? Do you like the food today? Over time, your conversations get longer, slightly less awkward. You're one of the very few people that he actually chooses to speak with, and it feels... Nice. The pair of you had grown very close, and König eventually admitted that he hadn't had such a close friend in a very long time. In that moment, being his friend felt like a tremendous honour, to say the least. You were so focused on the newly started fluttering in your chest that you hardly registered your cheeks heating up. König must have noticed, the crinkle of his eyes under the mask betraying the houndish smile you imagined him to have. He didn't make a comment, though, he just wandered down the hall, you eventually following suit to take your usual shared stroll back to your respective sleeping quarters.

It wasn't until König was deployed again, this time without you, that you realised exactly how close you had become. It felt nothing short of wrong to go to the canteen and sit by yourself. The seat beside you felt glaringly empty, and sitting with other squadmates didn't help. For three weeks you endured this perpetual empty feeling. The feeling of something not quite right, something missing. You tried not to acknowledge it too much. If you did, how would you even admit it to König? He had only just started to outwardly call you his friend, how the hell would he handle discovering you possibly have romantic feelings for him? So, you shoved it down; filled your days with training, going through the motions and throwing yourself completely into your usual routine outside of deployment. You were given a few smaller operations, but nothing that lasted more than three days at a time - and that helped. At the end of this particular deployment, short though it was, you were greeted with a rather tall surprise. König, waiting for you.

"Good to see you home again in one piece." He mused to you when you got within earshot, putting his arm round your shoulder as you walked down the hall to the base proper, side by side. "You are just in time for lunch." "König, it's nearly four in the afternoon.." You chuckled as you shook your head. "It may as well be dinner time." "Did you have your rations at lunch time?" "Well, no, I was-" "Then it is lunch, hm?" The look in König's eye could only be described as playful, but you knew that beneath that, he was at least a little bit concerned - despite the cold and hard demeanour he put up for the rest of the team and company, he was always a sweetheart to you, in his own way. "We will get back into our usual routine soon enough." He told you, as he gently squeezed your shoulder and leaned in slightly closer, so he could speak lowly in your ear. "I know it is important to you." Rationally you knew that he was probably only saying this as a friend, a small part of your brain jammed at the sound of his voice being so close to you, so husky in comparison to what it usually was. You worked hard to suppress the instinctive giggle that rose in your throat; you just about managed to get it to leave you as little more than a throaty hum. It satisfied König, though, and that was a relief. The rest of the walk to the canteen was quiet, and you became increasingly aware of the fact that his hand was still perched on your shoulder, unmoving. It wasn't that you disliked it - far from it. It was just... Mildly unusual. But you didn't bring it up; it was comforting, to have that contact with him after such a long time apart.

From there, it almost felt like any other day that you and König went to get food together. Standing in line together, grabbing a tray one after the other. You sat at one of the many empty tables, thigh to thigh, and König placed his cake bar onto your tray, carefully smushing it against the one you already had, to make sure it didn't fall into another section. "Willkommen zurück." Before you could protest, the Austrian had already begun to dig into his meal, leaning forward so that he could get the food to his mouth under the hood, which he still refused to remove in public, even after over two decades in the military. You hadn't realised you'd been all but gawking at him, until you felt his hand gently patting at your thigh. "Eat," He told you as he gestured to your untouched tray with his fork. "You must be starved." You began eating at that; there wasn't really anything to rebuke with, was there? Though, you did feel a flutter in your chest at the care König showed. It wasn't alien to you by any means, but after your time apart, it felt refreshing. New, almost. His hand remained on your thigh, and you made no move to remove it or tell him to stop, the gentle rub of his thumb against your camo trousers a soothing touch. You weren't sure when your hand slid over to his thigh to return the gesture, but he didn't protest either.

It must've been about ten minutes later that you noticed König had stopped eating, having instead chosen to push some of his remaining food around on his plate. "..König? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from whatever haze he had gotten stuck in, and his eyes landed on you. You started to move your hand from his leg - you figured that perhaps he was uncomfortable after all, but was just too anxious to say anything to you. With a speed you hadn't expected from a man who was just so lost in his own thoughts, König grabbed your wrist, and slowly moved your hand to rest on his thigh once more. After a moment or so, he glanced down at your hand, before he carefully guided it higher. "There. I like it there." He told you with a firm nod, as if this were a usual thing the pair of you did. "I..." The words faltered for a moment in your throat, as you tried to comprehend the fact that your hand was now not even four inches away from his crotch. ".. Was only going to ask if, uh.. I just noticed that you weren't eating.." You finally managed to get out. "I am... satisfied." Was his only response, as you dared your fingers to trail slightly higher. You heard his breath hitch under his hood, as you continued to move higher still. It was slow, tentative even. Despite his bold move of placing your hand so close to the apex of his thighs initially, you were still convinced that he would tell you to stop. You would, of course, if he told you to, but he didn't. You eventually did stop your hand, and you could already feel his cock beginning to strain against his trousers.

You froze. Was this reciprocation? Or just one of those natural reactions? God how you hoped, desperately, that it was the former. You were sure already, with this aspect of your relationship barely breached, that to have him, to have all of him, would be nothing short of heaven. Pure bliss, even. You were broken out of your desire fuelled haze by König abruptly pushing his food tray away from him. You immediately jerked your hand away from him. "You alright, König?" You quickly asked, your worry all too obvious in your tone. Just as before, he took your wrist in his hand, his gaze turning to you. There was no fear, nor aggression in his eyes. He tugged gently at your arm, as if to take you somewhere, but he didn't move an inch. "König?" You repeat quietly, trying to grab his attention; he seemed to be in an entirely different world, lost deep in his own thoughts. "We should... Find somewhere else." His voice was quiet - much like how it used to be when the pair of you started speaking properly outside of missions. He still made no move to get up, so you took it upon yourself to gently help him to his feet, quickly guiding him out of the canteen so that no-one would notice his predicament.

Your mind was racing as you led König down the weaving hallways of your complex. Either of your quarters felt so far away in that moment. Too far away. It was all too likely that someone would bump into you both, and quite possibly spot the ever-growing tent that König was pitching in his trousers. Thanks to his height, for some of your fellow soliders, it may be a bit difficult to miss. With few options left, your eyes spied an inconspicuous door coming up on your left-hand side along the hall. It was primarily used for cleaning supply storage, but you vaguely remember it being somewhat roomy. It'd do, for now at least. Without a single word passing your lips, you began to drag König towards it, throwing open the door as you hauled the much taller man in with you. His back collided with one of the shelves, causing the various bottles to rattle for a moment, before they settled.

"A... Cupboard?" He asked, sounding vaguely wary. "Do you want someone to see your raging hard-on as I drag you down the hall?" König cleared his throat at your question, shaking his head slowly, the movement barely even perceptible with his hood. "That's what I thought." You huff - it's almost a chuckle, but not quite. You didn't need to see his face to know that his cheeks were a searing red. You could almost visualise the bashfulness on his face; his eyes darting to look anywhere but your face were an obvious giveaway. You considered your options for a moment, with two obvious choices; you could use your hand, or your mouth. Your hands would be easiest, and you weren't sure if your mouth would be... Too forward, for the first time between the pair of you. You settled on the former as you started to fiddle with König's belt. It was smooth and solid, like most military buckles. The very same second that you managed to unclip it, you heard König draw in a sudden, deep breath. You glanced up as his hands snake around your wrists, prying your hands away with a surprisingly tender touch. “Let me… Please.” His voice was quiet; nervous. He wanted it - by God did he want it - but he wanted  to take it slow, or at least as slow as you both were able, being somewhat exposed. Someone could walk into the cupboard at any given moment. You let him take the lead as you moved your hands away, giving him the space that he needed to flick off his belt, and start tugging his trousers down to his mid-thigh. The outline of his cock left little to the imagination now; straining against the charcoal grey of his boxers, a damp spot where the fabric nestled against his tip. You watched as his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his underwear, slowly drawing them down. You couldn’t help the slackness of your jaws as more of his happy trail and broad hips were revealed to you - it was a truly gorgeous sight. 

König noticed your staring after a moment, how intently your eyes were trained on the few centimeters of cock exposed to you. His cheeks, though invisible to you, flushed with a heat he had never known before. To be seen in this way - as something other than just the inhumanly tall colonel, or your closest friend - was nothing short of… Exhilarating. He adjusted his wrist slightly, so that he was more holding the waistband out to you than pulling it down himself - a quiet offer of you taking that final step, of removing the last barrier between the two of you. You gave a subtle shake of your head at him, an almost sly smile playing at your lips. You just about caught the slight widening of his eyes as he realised you wanted him to do it. He couldn’t exactly deny you - he didn’t want to deny you. So, with a few more gentle pulls at the fabric, he finally freed himself from the confines of his underwear.  Your mind had gone practically blank as soon as your gaze drifted to his cock, with a small bead of pre-cum already beading at the tip. You’d not even touched him properly yet, and he was already leaking. With a careful hand, you swiped your thumb over  the slit, collecting it before you brought it up to your mouth, quickly cleaning the digit with an efficient dart of your tongue. “Someone’s eager, hm?” You asked him, watching his eyes as he averted his gaze once more. König’s cheeks were burning again, he could feel it, and he was ever so thankful for the covering over his face; not that he was embarrassed by his reaction, not entirely, he more just didn’t want you to think ill of him, for being so weak for you. Had anyone been this way for you before? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to cloud his head with the idea that you had been with someone else before him, the very thought made his gut churn. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but the notion alone that you had been held intimately and been intimate with someone who wasn’t him made his blood bubble, and his fingers twitch. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath, as he brought himself back into the present. “Just… A little.. Schatz…” König told you, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I cannot lie that I’ve… Thought about us a… A few times.” He admitted, as his eyes trailed to watch your hand drift back to his cock, a gasp slipping his lips as you wrapped your whole hand around it. You started with a slow, steady rhythm, base to tip then back again. “Though… My fantasies never included a cupboard…” He chuckled, breath hitching in his throat again as you paused your stroking, trailing your thumb on the sensitive skin on the underside of the head. “... Neither did mine.” You confessed to him. “Usually we were in one of our bunks… Or, in my more ‘risque’ ones, one of our homes…” You chuckled, as König tilted his head back, resting it on a shelf behind him. His hand moved to stay on a slightly lower shelf as he tried to support himself. The attention you paid to his aching cock was making his knees weak. In truth, he was surprised that his legs hadn’t given out yet, nor had he blown his load prematurely. All he could offer in reply to your words was a faint hum - not quite strained, but not particularly loud either; he was clearly holding himself back, not wanting to let slip a noise that could potentially alert anyone who passed by of what mild debauchery was taking place behind that thin door. 

Your hand followed the hitching of his breath, teasing the underside of his cock for a short while, before resuming that gentle, rhythmic stroking that you had begun with. You watched his chest rise and fall, as he tried to keep a grip on himself. He was succeeding thus far, at least. You leant into him, pressing your torso to his, 

revelling in how warm his chest was beneath his shirt. For being such a strong man, his chest was… Surprisingly soft. You could almost mistake it for pillows, if not for the steady, deep heaving as he both tried to keep himself quiet and catch his breath. Every few strokes, his chest would tense for a moment as his hips bucked seemingly of their own accord. It would go on for a few seconds, before a ragged breath would rattle from his throat - a barely disguised moan. You could feel your heart flutter against your ribs as you pressed yourself into him even more. “Are you alright, König?” Your voice was gentle to him, not quite a croon, but close. König didn’t trust his voice, knowing that it was more likely that his voice would crack in several ways if he tried to utter even one word in reply. So, he only nodded. He tried to keep up the steady amount of friction that you were giving him by drawing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock across the palm of your hand as if he were possessed by some unseen force of pure lust.

“You’re doing so well…” You cooed, resting your free hand on his hip, to gently guide his hips at a more steady pace, rather than the almost frantic rabbit-like bucks he was doing.  “Just… Slow it down a little bit, sweethea-”

“Can’t,” Came the Austrian’s raspy reply. “Mist…” His chest was heaving even harder than it was before. He had started to strain, eyes clamped shut as he tried desperately to hold himself back - to take his mind off of the feeling for a moment, to distract himself, anything, to try and prolong both his pleasure, and his time with you. Your touch was like heaven to him; you seem to know exactly how to stroke him, how to twist your hand just so. It felt like he was on fire in the best way, burning hot and mere seconds from combusting with such a force he’d flicker out. He just about manages to register the fact that your strokes had changed slightly in pace whilst his thoughts battle against one another, and he cracks one eye open to try and see what you were up to. 

And there you were; having sunk down to your knees. He could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest, even if only for a moment. Even his most vivid fantasies could not compare to the electric thrill you sent through his chest, and straight down to his cock. He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to you, gently caressing your cheek as you started to lean in. “Schatz?” His voice was quiet, and still somewhat ragged from his heavy breathing. “König?” You replied, in a similar voice. It made his heart flutter. “What are you doing?” His question didn’t hold any malice or heat - he  was just asking. “Well…” You shrugged lightly as you tried to think of how to quickly, and succinctly, relay your thoughts to him. 

How, in your shared lust-filled haze, were you to explain to him that, despite this being your first time with one another, you had been so completely overcome with the very idea with him, with bringing him pleasure - that you had thrown that small, nagging thought of it being ‘too soon’ to take this specific leap out of the window? “Just thought that… You might like it, is all..” You smiled up at him, and as you fluttered your eyelashes, you felt a hand gently caress the back of your head. You could just about hear König’s ragged breathing, how he was just barely managing to keep himself together. Oh, how feral you made him. You could see the glint in his eye - and it drove you wild, too. 

Without another thought, you took the head of his cock between your lips, one of your hands moving to rest on the man’s chest in a vague and vain attempt to soothe him into quietness. The groan that had escaped his lips was almost worryingly loud. “Verdammt.. Oh, Schatz..” His breathless babbles told you all that you needed or wanted to know; he was in heaven. He kept trying to look down at you, but catching even a glimpse of that sinful vision caused his hips to jerk of their own accord, almost forcing his cock down your throat. And though the idea of having you swallow near enough the entire thing was appealing to the Austrian, he was just as content to just have you as you were now - just a cross or taste of wine short of worshipping him. He didn’t want to overstep, not yet at least. 

König had just begun to sink into the bliss of teetering on the edge of release, when a whine was all but ripped from his throat at the absence of your mouth on his still aching cock. Before he’s able to say anything - be it to question or chastise you - you’re peppering kisses up and down his shaft. Along the underside, back up and teasing the vein on the underside, before licking up the precum that had started to bead at the tip again. His eyes slowly - almost shakily - moved down to look at you, his chest still heaving with his heavy breaths. “Why… Did you stop…?” His voice was wavering like you had never heard it before, not even when his nerves had overcome him. You kept the pace of your hand steady as you continued to stroke him. “I just… Didn’t know if you-” 

“Don’t stop,” König pleaded, as his hand moved to the back of your head, trying to gently urge it forward. “Please, don’t stop.” That waver in his voice was still there, still present and showing you just how much he was enjoying this. And who were you to deny this sweet man what he so clearly craved? Without warning him, your mouth was back on him again, but instead of teasing him, and licking around the head again, you had taken him right up to the hilt. König made a sound like the very air had been sucked from his lungs, his eyes clamping shut as he tried his damndest not to move. The urge to keep your head still in his hands and just fuck was strong. Almost too strong; he had to grip at his shirt, tug at the material, to make sure he didn’t completely lose his decorum and seem like a feral animal. Turns out, though, that despite his urges, he didn’t need to thrust at all. His thoughts, and the friction you were making, was making this all more perfect. He had been so lost in his own bliss, that he hadn’t registered the bliss building to a crescendo until it was rippling through his body with a force to rival… Well, anything he had experienced up till that point. 

Every muscle in his body seemed to contract and release simultaneously, and through the sheer elation coursing through his brain he was vaguely aware of that sweet mouth of yours swallowing around his cock. His hips bucked weakly through the sensation, and you replied by gently pushing your hands back on his hips, trying to make him stay still as much as you were able to. When König finally started to slow his hips down, you pulled your mouth from his cock with a small, lewd pop. Your eyes trailed up his heaving chest as you tenderly tucked him back into his trousers, before you  pushed yourself to standing. König’s eyes moved to you,  then, his blissed out gaze hardly able to focus on you as shivers and aftershocks ran through him. “You should hit the showers,” You advised him. He nodded, slowly, as if he were only vaguely aware of what you were telling him. 

“Mhm…” He hummed, clearly not trusting his voice enough to agree with his words. He tried to push himself up from where he had begun resting after his climax, his entire body quaking like a leaf in the wind. You had never seen the colonel so… Shaken. “You all good?” You asked him, as your hands moved to his arms to try and help steady him. He nodded, and you caught his eyes close for a moment as he made an attempt to centre himself. “Yes, all… All good.” He finally spoke, and he seemed… Somewhat distant - as if his mind were still replaying those recent moments of pleasure, keeping him in that cycle of euphoria. You watched him for a moment, taking a small step back as a smile tweaked at your lips. He looked as if he would stumble every few steps down to the showers. And as funny as that would be in any other situation, you didn’t really want that to happen to him today. 

You squeezed his arm gently. “How about we hit the showers later, instead? You look like you need a lay down, first.” You kept your voice low and soothing, not wanting to immediately break him out of his ecstasy. You’d rather ease him out of it instead. At his next nod, you helped him stand, having carefully pulled him away from the shelf and waited for a moment to make sure he wouldn’t fall when you turned to get the door.  You checked the hallway outside - thankfully still as empty as when you had gone into the cupboard. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything to  worry about to begin with, but you weren’t going to complain. It felt like months of tension had finally been worked through. “Let’s get  you back to your bunk, eh, Colonel?” You chuckled to him, gently guiding him out of the cupboard. He didn’t respond to you for a moment, before he then piped up from behind you. 

“I’ll return the favour at some point, Schatz…” 

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One of my favourite Star Wars quotes. The smile...

This is 100% real, I don't know what you're talking about. I definitely didn't spend all morning editing Anakin onto the cover of Vouge.

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Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend. 

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve.  To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience. 

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So, an update on upcoming works! 

The two main pieces in the works at the moment are currently without titles, but, I think you’ll like them regardless! 

Royal!Silco x reader  Vander x reader 

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I LOVE RAPHAEL!!!!

Could I request dating headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, and Geraldus with gn s/o please? - Fluff anon

Warnings: Vague mentions of manipulation, mentions of sex and petification. These are not healthy relationships (Apart from Geraldus, bless his little cotton socks)

Notes:  Is Raphael accurate? Probably not. Did I have fun writing his segment anyway? Hell yeah. Also let us all be proud of me that I basically wrote this in one sitting? Unheard of, for me. Fluff, forgive the fact that this was sat in my inbox for so long... I'm sorry 😭 I got distracted with some other, longer form pieces in the works! (3 pieces to be exact teehee) My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Gortash

Ordinarily, when dating someone, you're in a partnership - an equal relationship, where neither one involved is better, or holds more control overall than the other. This is not the case with Lord Gortash. He will flaunt the fact that out of the two of you, he holds all the control, and he will do so constantly.

Gortash has had a lot of short-lived flings and trysts, so his style of love can feel strained as time goes on. The usual cycle is; Lots of love for a couple of weeks; gifts, intimacy, sweet words from him to you - and then, the cold shoulder, for another couple of weeks.

However, because of his wealth and influence, you are, naturally, spoiled in all that you do. Clothed in the finest materials that money can buy or import, given the finest foods anyone can afford, and of course, you have one of the finest and most prestigious roofs over your head for when you rest.

Most often, Gortash will make it seem to most like you are equals in your relationship; letting you choose what garments to wear, letting you choose dinner from time to time - but he doesn't let most see that silver tongue of his, slowly feeding little lies and delusions that keep you mostly under his thumb. The cycle of his 'love' also helps.

This isn't to say that Gortash is a bad partner, in other aspects, however. Sure, he manipulates you most of the time, but that's mostly to keep you near to him, to assure your loyalty. He does value your opinion on certain matters - and he's very affectionate when he's in that more loving mindset, especially when you have company. In the presence of others he tends to have a hand on you at all times, whether that be your shoulder, your arm or your thigh.

Raphael

Raphael is one of the most possessive partners, possibly ever. In regards to both you, and Haarlep. You rarely, if ever, get to leave the House of Hope, and when you do, you're never more than a few paces away from Raphael. He may not always be physically touching you, but if he's not in conversation, his eyes are firmly glued onto you, taking in the sight of you and making sure that you don't try anything to leave.

Although you're showered with some of the finest food and gifts that the hells can offer, Raphael makes it abundantly clear to you that you are little more than a pet to him. You sit on his lap or by his legs during meal times, you have a separate bed to sleep in when you're not having sex (unless you beg him for the privilege of sleeping beside him), and if you speak out of turn he chides you like one would a dog.

He shows you off like some prize, too. Praises your beauty and obedience to all who enter the halls of his home, but always making sure to reprimand them if their eyes linger anywhere on you for too long, a hand groping at your thigh to show precisely the dynamic between the two of you.

When you're obedient for him, life is wonderful. You're showered with the gifts that Raphael had promised you when this 'relationship' had begun, given anything you could ask for, all you need to do is look and pout. When you're not obedient - and it could be for the smallest thing - Raphael is... Less sweet. He's petty, vindictive, and he will let you know in the worst ways that he feels slighted by... Whatever it was that you did.

Geraldus

Geraldus is a nervous sweetheart, through and through. He's grown up with so many stories of valiant men who are just so sweet and honest and valiant, and he wants to live up to that standard. But how can he? Even though you're now together, he feels like he still fumbles over far too many of his words - surely you can't find his boyish nervousness cute anymore?

He likes taking you on picnics; he knows that typical dates take place in Taverns or Inns, but he likes the quaintness of a good picnic, it's like he's making your shared love life something right out of a fairytale, and he's all for that. It's not that he's opposed to drinking with you - wine and mead is a common staple of the basket you take with you - it's more the noise levels. He struggles to hear you if it's a particularly loud night in the tavern. He likes being able to hear you more than the atmosphere of the tavern.

He likes having his head in your lap. Or your head in his lap. His hand in your hair, or vice versa again. He thinks being physically close to you is just one of the best things he's ever experienced. Even as time goes on, and the two of you grow and change together, he still takes great joy and pleasure from that ever so simple act of just... Being close, and existing together.

He tries to learn so many new things for you; cooking, being the big main one. He likes to watch what you enjoy eating, then try and replicate it himself. He's not the best cook in Faerun, but he's definitely been improving, and taking any constructive criticism you have on board. Another way he tries to show his affection to you is through attempting (and often failing because you tell him 'no') to purchase you more material gifts. "That's what men do, no? ... No? Oh, alright then, beloved." He'll blush and stammer about it for a little bit, but he will put his coinpurse away. Being anything less than the man you want or deserve is an idea that terrifies him.