summary: Marriage proceedings are much more difficult when the person who's conducting them is the high priest of O'kasis.
tags: Zane is Zane; he is not good, Zane Ro'meave is a villain, reader is not innocent either, guilty desires, solo marriage proceedings, Blacksmith!reader, Reader has ties to the royal family, implied obsession from both sides, much more subtle on Zane's end but it's there, very subtle you'll have to trust me, not really particularly romantic really, waaaay more eerie and dreadful than anything you'd even consider romance, does dip into erotic desire on the reader's side, unfaithful!reader (at least in her mind), implied!thought infidelity, reader doesn't even particularly seem to care about her fiance or their future, Oh and The Faith of Lady Irene is portrayed as Catholic adjacent !
CW/TW!!: no actual smut, but still 18+ ! MDNI !! subtle but heavy calculated manipulation (from Zane), gaslighting (from Zane), coercive control (from Zane), power imbalance (priest and worshiper), hierophilia/priest kink, religious shame (from reader), sexual shame (from reader), self-flagellation (from reader), very archaic, reductive language surrounding marriage/bearing children (like crazy in modern terms), all of that through the baseline of a catholic-like religion, Catholic-like guilt, implied sexual fantasies (of Zane from reader), description of arousal (from the reader), oh and like basically cheating/desire to cheat ?
notes: This isn't particularly romantic at all, nor am I trying to paint this kind of dynamic in a good light. It's far more of a "subtle horror" or a "gothic" as well as an overall uncomfortable read than anything. Please be careful if you're sensitive about that stuff and heed the warnings! Even if the stuff in here is very vague or "soft" on the scale of things, I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable ! Love you all !
length: 1.95 k words
"Your Reverence." You give a small bow to the man before you; a hint of a tremor in your voice manifests against your will.
After all, you've always found it rather nerve-wracking to be around the high priest of the land.
How could you not?
For the warm, guiding light he was supposed to be, he was also rather intimidating.
A dichotomy that you couldn't help but love.
At the moment, he towers over you, covering you in his shadow.
The same one he cloaks himself in.
Black and white fabric covers him head to toe. Climbing up his face til the bridge of his nose, leaving only his eyes exposed. His icy, blue eyes that stare strongly at you.
Through you.
Like he was seeing your soul and not your physical form. A manifestation of his power as judge and jury, you suppose.
"No need, my dear." Zane gives a gentle nod, motioning you to enter his office. You give a respectful bow in return before you do as he says.
You walk forward past him and into the large room in front of you.
It's a familiar location. Sparsely decorated, save for the few articles of religious worship around the place. A tidy desk void of earthly filth, no scrolls or pens misplaced. The pristine white runner just that, pristine as it would be in the kingdom of Irene.
What else to expect from such a benevolent man of the cloth?
There's a click behind you. The door shuts.
ā¦Before you feel the warmth of a hand cradle the small of your back, causing you to jump.
"Take a seat, won't you?" He speaks in a low voice, guiding you right to the chair in front of his desk.
Wordlessly, you manage to nod and take the offered place.
The reassurance calms you down for the moment; his voice was always far gentler than you recall. Maybe that's just because it's between you two in the moment and not out to a crowd of believers.
"I understandā¦" You speak, placing your hands on your lap to keep them from fidgeting elsewhere.
He gives a slow hum of assurance as he fixes up some papers at his table.
"So then, we should start. I don't want to waste too much of your time now." He looks up, his eyes piercing you again.
You don't respond, not wanting to interrupt his hurry.
"I'll just ask you a few questions, all routineā¦maybe even silly sounding," He explains. "Just be honest, and everything will go smoothly."
With a small nod, you allow it, "Okay."
He gives a clearing of his throat before he continues, "Have you come into this marriage freely and without coercion?"
Okay. That one makes sense; you think you remember someone mentioning something similar.
"Of course, Sir," you assure.
"How did you come to this marriage? What made you decide to want this?"
This. You can taste something in the way he says it. Maybe it's just standard "intimidation" in a sense. One that places hot coals against the feet of the interviewee.
One that weeds out the ones who aren't certain of marriage. Or that do it for the wrong reasons.
You can respect the tone, acrid almost sharp.
"He was one of my father's workers, a young lad around my age," You start. "Somehow we got to talking, and inevitably we got together. That was a few years back? Just recently he asked for my handā¦and here I am."
"I seeā¦" He mutters, "What made you decide to say yes?"
ā¦
"He is a good man, could provide for me well, I know. My father likes him. Polite, kind," you list, "Andāof course, I love him."
"Of course." He repeats, seemingly writing something down, "Your father, He's the smith for the royal guard, isn't that correct?"
Your reputation seems to precede you. Though some people don't even realize your father had children, with how dedicated he was to the crown.
But you almost felt flattered that one of the sons of the establishment recognizes you. As minuscule as what you do is.
"Yes, sir." You nod. "He is the best in his guild."
"Are you a close second?"
You bite back the smile forming on your face, "If I could be so humbleā¦though really, I still have much to learn."
"Nonsenseā¦I've seen your work; it's impressive."
"ā¦Thank you, Monsignor."
He just shakes his head with what you can presume is a chuckle.
"ā¦Are you prepared to give yourself fully to this man you are marrying?" He goes back to his questions suddenly, taking you out of the compliment.
"Of courseā¦"
"Through sickness and in health?" He continues, keeping his eyes down, "Even if he could no longer provide as you say?"
"Yesā¦" That makes you chuckle slightly, the idea rather silly, "I didn't know we were doing a test run of the vowsā¦"
Your joke seems to land on deaf ears, however. Leaving you back to sit in the stiffness that comes with it, reddened ears.
"Will you accept the children Irene bestows upon you?"
ā¦You hadn't ever thought about that aspect of the future.
Because, of course, you're always too busy at work. Too in your head or out of it, focusing on the people around you.
There was really no time to think about those sorts of things at all.
But now that he speaks out loudā¦
"If I am so lucky." You decide.
After all, something like a baby was a blessing to be had, and it wouldn't hurt to pass down your lineage.
You know your father would appreciate it.
"And if you are not?" He speaks sternly, his eyes finally meeting yours. Filled with nothing, filled with something strong.
"Then I am to allow Irene to punish me," You bow slightly, keeping your gaze on him,"Perhaps she would have reason to leave me barren."
"Blessed be." He eases back into his chair.
"Blessed be." You repeat.
"āDo you struggle with temptation?"
He continues almost immediately.
Anā¦odd question. A non sequitur.
But maybe that's to be expected. To trip someone up.
"ā¦As any other person does." You admit.
It wasn't shameful, you don't think.
Mortals are to be expected.
No one is perfect except for the Matron. That is law.
And as long as you don't indulge in them, there's no harm.
Right?
ā¦even if what you imagine isn't as pure as the driven snow.
"Would you call those thoughts a hindrance?" He continues softly, "ā¦How often do you experience them?"
Hindranceā¦
You don't imagine them to be so strong. But of course, they're stillā¦
"As much as the average lady."
"You'll have to be more specific, dear." He states, "I have the pleasure of being surrounded by the devoted; to me, the āaverage ladyā only focuses on the matronā¦"
That almost certainly turns you crimson.
Rightā¦
Justāadmit thatā¦
You're just saying that you often have them. He's not begging for their contents orā¦what you do about themā¦and who you imagineā¦
"Average, as in possibly thrice a week?" You manage, "Only when my defenses are too down to quell them."
"As are most," He assures, "It's completely natural, I promise. Even your husband has them."
"You're fineā¦" you assure, "My apologies for speaking out of turn."
"No, noā¦that's what this is for, I assure you." He nods, fixing up his papers as he clears his throat, "Furtherā¦"
Lords above, have you no shame?
You don't even know where that came from. A panic or worry orāorā¦
It can't be.
There was no way it could be.
ā¦But to be fair, you were pretty anal when it came to terminology. To call something what it wasn't was always disturbing.
This is no different.
Of course it wasn't.
"Do you go to confessional regularly?" He asks lightly, looking right back at you.
Okay, that one made sense. Yeahā¦
"When I have the time, of courseā¦" You assure.
That eases you up, calming you from your worry.
Because that's what is expected of you.
If never tempted, then repented for said temptation.
It is law.
And you follow it.
"Have you recently?"
ā¦to the best of your ability.
"No, Sir." You look down at your lap. "AndāI don't mean to try to excuse thatābutā¦I simply just haven't had the time."
"Of course," He shakes his head assuredly, "I know about the affairs that go on in the castle; I know about the steep order from the cavalry. I respect you for putting your duty to the crown ahead of sanctity."
You just shake your head, "I cannot accept that pardon."
His eyes just keep their focus on you, a tiny hum coming from his closed lips.
"It is my only duty as a follower, and yet I haven't done it in so long." You sigh, "I go weekly, I pray. I make sure that I follow scriptureā¦but when I fail, I don't ask forgiveness. What does that make me?"
Rotten, dirty.
Unworthy of being in the presence of the man before you.
"It makes you like any other mortal."
ā¦
Your eyes meet his now. His stare only focused on you, on you.
"What makes a follower if not an imperfect sinner?" He muses, "If they weren't, thenā¦they'd be Irene herselfā¦and no one can be her, correct?"
"Correct, sir."
"So then why berate yourself for being as one is?"
Maybe because what you bear is bigger than just thoughts. What you want is more than simple, expected desires.
Theyāre dressed in silk and sitting before you.
"How else am I to admonish myself away from it?" you ask weakly, "Especially when at timesā¦it's too powerful to cleanly cut out?"
"Aren't I here?" He reminds.
That's exactly the problem.
You can feel the shudder in your body, the kisses against your pelvis.
Ah, okay. This was kind of different from my usual stuff but I really wanted to get this out of my drafts.
It's more heavy and dark---I know. And initially it wasn't (it was gonna be an actual smut). But that just wasn't panning out...so I got this instead.
Minecraft Diaries!Zane is so hard to write in this sense because he is such an irredeemable villain, and with his personality, there's no real way to portray conventional romance or sensuality without inherently changing him as a character. And I don't do that/don't like to do that (mostly; I'm not perfect) So it just leaves me between a rock and a hard place:
Do it; focus on the disturbing and dubious connotations within the dynamic and risk y'all's comfortability OR water him down and completely remove what makes any dynamic with him intriguing.
Perhaps there is a way to do it, perhaps by removing the reader from the context of knowing him, and make the entire thing a one-night stand on the road or something---but I haven't given it all much thought.
Hopefully, if I can find it, I'll do it. But for now, I'll focus on the not-romance romance of it all. I particularly like writing things that make my own skin crawl.
Anyway, thank you for sticking by me during the yap. I just like thinking out loud.
HII I LIKE ABSOLUTELY ADORED YOUR PIERCE AND NOI SMUT, ITS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN I COULD CRYš„¹, can I ask if thereās any more coming for the other guys?
There is !!! As of now, I've just posted Rhys version ! What comes next? I'll have to figure out which one is calling to me more T-T
...or perhaps which one y'all want to see first...
Who said we're stopping at the guys? WHO SAID THAT - Hunnithan
HAII i really really REALLYYYYY like ur pierce mana fic, can you make one of rhys tooššš». Love ur work, have a nice day <3
heheheh guess what ???? ( Ė¶Ā°ć Ā°) !!
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 1Ā Ā·Ā Sex-EdĀ Ā·Ā pairing: Rhys x Fem!reader
summary: A tit for a tat, you want to know why everyone is so weird about sex...and in
Hope this can satisfy that itch for Rhys (I have it too)
HIIIIIII i love your writing and i was wondering if you could make like a series for doing it with the Daemons boy and maybe ava since you already have Noi and Pierce
That's exactly what I'm planning !
Though, I probably need to organize them better so they're easier to find. I need to make a master list for your ease of convenience, but I don't exactly have enough posts to warrant it...
Let me know what y'all think!
Rhys is out now btwww ; go have fun with him :3 - Hunnithan
Omg I just read your Pierce fic and I am SAT. Literally perfect Iām obsessed
How I feel with all the compliments y'all are giving me:
More to come guys I promise! I'm not just sitting on my bum doing nothing (I have many many other responsibilities hindering me from solely writing sighhh)
Rhys is up now! We'll see who's up next on the chopping block muhahaha :D
Hii, I was wondering if you could do a Rhys from MID thing that continues the uh, idk what to call it but to continue what youāve done with Pierce and Noi..?
Haiii ! Hello ! :D
Sorry this took so long for me to answer ! I wanted to make sure the next installment was just right!
I was absolutely planning on Rhys next so here he is!!
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 0Ā Ā·Ā Sex-EdĀ Ā·Ā pairing: Rhys x Fem!reader
summary: A tit for a tat, you want to know why everyone is so weird about sex...and in
oh I LOVE this mid fics, please keep it coming, I barely see any and I need to see more love given to them... especially smut. I'm super excited for Sub Rhys though, he has always been my favorite. But just wanted to drop in and say your writing is so awesome
First of all thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Rhys is one of my favorites too :3 (besides Noi of course) there's just something about a scholar...
Speaking of Rhys...
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 0Ā Ā·Ā Sex-EdĀ Ā·Ā pairing: Rhys x Fem!reader
summary: A tit for a tat, you want to know why everyone is so weird about sex...and in
BOOM!!! Hopefully it's something close to what you were hoping for! Somewhat less super soft submissive and much more "I'll let you take the lead and teach me" submissive---hopefully that's alright !
summary: A tit for a tat, you want to know why everyone is so weird about sex...and in turn you get to teach this scholar how to actually savor it.
tags: reader is in the same(ish) situation as Ava, reader is down in the dumps, Rhys is there for comfort, AND for comfort, Well, yes but no, reader is Socrates (real), She also has commitment issues (shocker), reader puts it upon herself to figure out why they're such prudes, Daemos society is stuck in the middle ages so what do you expect?, Which means Rhys is also uncomfortable with sex as a concept, reader ALSO puts it upon herself to change Rhys view of sex, cue sex lmao, reader is still a freak hoe, Love Island mentioned way too much (my bad), lowkey friends to lovers (evolving oooo), waiter! There's plot in my porn!!!!
Week 2 of your soon-to-be impromptu sabbatical from the outside world.
ā¦
You're rather surprised that in this period of time, you haven't gotten more than a whine from your job.
Not a notice of termination or even a stern email.
Then again, you weren't exactly "unloved" there. Honestly, if you didn't know you were capable, strong, and really fucking good at your job, you'd definitely assume you were a personality hire.
That, coupled with the fact that your role wasn't something they could easily replace, kind of explained why you were so secure in taking this "unannounced leave of absence" without any real pushbackā¦
Though the concern would be appreciated.
You mean, c'mon! Not even a text asking if you were okay?! Real fucking sweet.
Sure, you gave some weird excuse when you got here, butā¦ugh.
To be fair, however, things hadn't been so bad hereā¦
If anything, they were slowly improving!
If you didn't count the bore that was day-to-day life.
ā¦
Not to sound ungrateful, but what else were you supposed to say? It's the same monotony of waking and getting grilled and having toā¦
Ugh.
You've complained about this before.
You're sure you have.
Whatever.
Not to even mention, the little joys you did derive from certain interactions had runneth dry as of late.
Noi was still doing his whole "avoiding you like the plague" thingā¦despite you having insider knowledge that he can't keep you out of his mind.
And Pierce? Well, he got it all out of his system that night.
Thank fuck.
You weren't exactly rearing at the idea that he could've potentially gotten hooked and started asking for it like a junkie on the side of the road.
Don'tā¦get it twistedā¦you absolutely loved how eager he was and how utterly drunk he was on you.
ā¦But you weren't exactly looking for that every single hour of the day? You were human after all; you have your limits.
As much as sometimes you didn't want to.
But that's just because you're pretty overzealous at times.
Because when you're in it, you're IN IT.
But right now you weren't.
Havenāt been, are not.
Nah, you were more in an ennui kinda mood.
Ā ā¦You learned that word while mindlessly scrolling on your phone.
Who said TikTok wasn't educational?
ā¦Okay, you lied again.
It was, in fact, while you were finally watching Inside Out 2 on YOUR Disney+ account that everyone besides you is abusing!!
You can't have a SINGLE thing, can you?!
Besides the point, irrelevantā
Anyway! You were currently indulging in the only real form of entertainment available to you that wasn't your phone.
And it wasn't Disney+ā¦
The sound of yelling, trashy Y2K music, and over-dramatic sound effects fills the screen in front of you as you just mindlesslyā¦watch?
At least that's what you think you're doing.
You swear, you hate watching Reality TVā¦
You could tune out for 5 seconds, and the moment you pop back in there's two people in a fight, one passed out, and something on fire.
ā¦Okay, well, maybe not something on fireā¦
At least physically.
"I should've just watched Love Islandā¦" You groan to yourself.
ā¦as if you couldn't just grab the controller andā¦change it?
Were you going to do it, though?
No? Are you stupid?
You frankly loved suffering.
"You have an Island for Love?" A voice pops in from behind you, almost startling you off the couch.
"Oh my fucking god!" You cry, trying your best to crunch up to see who it wasā¦
But considering your position and your utter laziness at the moment, you flop around before quitting instead.
"Are you alright? Why are you lying like that?" The voice is rather calm, but not at all stoic.
Too high to be the aforementioned gentle giant.
"YeahāI'm fine, Rhys." You sigh gently, looking at him from your bat-like position. Thankfully, he's moved to the front of youā¦and right in front of your TV.
"Ughā¦Don't be a dickāmove." You grumble in your own frustration.
"A whatā¦?"
Shit.
You probably didn't mean to say that out loud.
Well.
Not to him at least.
If it were anyone else (cough ASCH cough), you'd be fine with saying it.
But Rhys is just Rhysā¦
He doesn't really deserve that kind of talk.
He's far more respectful than the others. Treats you like an actual person and not someā¦ all-powerful sorceress.
You still didn't understand thatā¦
"It's an insult," You explain anyway, "But ignore thatāI didn't mean it."
"Have I done something to make you madā¦?" He still asks.
Not if you count unintentional obstruction a crime.
"Nah, I'm just in a bad mood." You dismiss, before thinking on it further, "Well, I'm just bored."
"Is it because everyone has abandoned you?"
What.
You can't help the twitch that comes to your eye at the statement. You're sensitive about that, damn it!
ā¦Well, could you be?
Everyone has been blowing up your phone, and you were making excuse after excuseā¦
Ā But maybe it's just the fact that no one was concerned enough to come look for you.
Maybe you were just too good at lying.
Damn it.
How dare you be amazing at manipulation?
"ā¦If you are worried, they just went off to the park again."
ā¦the?
Oh.
He meantā¦
"ā¦That's why it's been so quiet." You mutter to yourself, "Waitāthen why didn't you go with?"
"I didn't really want to." He admits, "Plus, if I did, you'd be here all alone."
ā¦huhā¦
"Well, an invitation would've been niceā¦" You scoff softly.
You would've declined it, but it's the thought that counts.
"Princess Ava didn't want to disturb you. She said that you might need some space." He explains.
ā¦Oh God damn it.
"ā¦Yeah." You sigh, covering your face with your hand, "Kinda rightā¦"
Just a tiny break from everyone is what you needed.
Don't get it wrong, it wasn't horrible.
But going from living alone to having about six roommates plus a cat wasn't exactly the most exhilarating experience.
"She seemed to know what your response was going to be before she even stepped close to you." He states, "Is that because of a neurolink you share?"
If you could develop that from the excess electromagnetic waves produced from a microwave while you're popping microwave popcorn for your weekly movie nights, then maybe.
"No, We've just been friends for so long, we know when the other's not feeling well." You say in a grumble.
"Ahā¦and you're not?" He continues to pry.
ā¦
"What could I tell you?"
"If you are feeling okay?"
"NoāIā¦"
Right.
Sarcasm isn't a thing to them.
"ā¦I guess I'm not." You relent, "It's nothing crazy, but I think I'm just running out of steam."
"For?"
"Interacting? With people?"
Man, you don't even really know. It was probably thatā¦but it could be something worse.
Exactly what, though, wasn't up for you to figure out.
You're too lazy for that.
"Oh." He says softly, "So, should I stop talking orā¦"
"Noāno." You sit correctly for real this time, finally meeting his gaze, "Actuallyā¦I probably shouldn't be allowed to just couch rot and watch reality TV all dayā¦It's notā¦the healthiest."
You can see the look of relief on his face, subtle but there, "What is that? A reality TV?"
ā¦
"Well, itā¦"
ā¦
Damn, it was pretty hard to explain when you thought about it for more than a minute.
"It's a showā¦"
And what else?
Rhys nods with attentiveness, clearly asking for more details.
"ā¦Where people watch other people, who have signed up to beā¦watched?"
"Be watched doing what?" He quirks his eyebrow.
"Well, it kind of depends," you sigh, "In this one, people just agree to come on and live on camera for however long."
"Hmā¦" He mutters.
"On Love Island, though, people are competing. Well, 'technically,' they're coming on to try to find loveāthat's the main goal. But there's a prize if you're voted as America's favorite couple."
"People vote?"
ā¦
As embarrassing as it is to admit, yesā¦they do.
"For their favorite islander, or couple, or sometimes who gets to go home that week."
"Ahā¦"
ā¦Is she explaining that correctly? He seems to understand it in any case.
"So what happens when they're 'dumped'? Do they get executed?" He asks with a deep ponder.
?!
No?!
"No!" You say with haste, giving a quick, confused laugh before continuing, "They just leave the showā¦and come back to normal life?"
"Ohā¦" He nods before pushing further, "Without a 'love,' I presume?"
"Yeah, mostly." You shrug, "That's the name of the game, I guess, tough luck for them."
"That's kind of tragic though, isn't it?"
"What is?"
Rhys' lips purse as he starts, "Well, the fact that they only come to the show to find someoneā¦and evidently leave with no one."
ā¦
Well, when he puts it like thatā¦
"Don't get too sad for themā¦they knew that it could turn out that way." You assure, "And to be honestā¦most of them aren't even there for love at all. Some of them just want the money prize."
"They can get money?"
"If they end up being the favorite couple, they earn like a hundred thousand dollars between themselves," you scoff.
What you would do for a hundred grand.
ā¦Probably not wear anything but a bikini for six weeks and participate in public softcore sex games, but it's the thought that counts.
"And what do the others get?" He asks, "Do they get to keep their loves?"
"ā¦Yeah."
For as long as they can stand themā¦
"But also, they kind of get to become mini-celebrities. Especially if people actually liked them on the show? They're basically set for life."
"Ahh." He nods, "This is all truly fascinating, I'm sure the anthropologists of your society and people such as myself would love this show."
ā¦
ā¦?
"You?" you say almost incredulously.
"Well, it's a great resource for studying human behaviors. And an acceptable way of documenting their courtship rituals." He explains, "I'd imagine they're far different from Daemos."
Well, you wouldn't say that Love Island, of all things, is a great example of human courting rituals.
You couldn't say that pulling people for chats and having makeout challenges with strangers was orthodox.
But you don't think bombarding him with the context of the show would do him any good. Especially considering how prudish Daemos seem to be.
"ā¦How do rituals like those work? I mean, in your society?" you ask slowly. Unintentionally, but utterly interested.
Perhaps you could finally have some insight as to why Noi still thinks you casted a love spell on himā¦or why Pierce thought you infected his mind with a sexual aura.
At least, that's how you chose to describe it.
Rhys seems intrigued by your intrigue, "You want to know about Daemos' courtship?"
"Duh?" You shrug, "I mean, you guys seem heartless enough, I don't imagine you guys romance for fun."
"We aren't barbaric." Rhys states with seemingly no offense, "We just do not see the use for distractions like that."
"You think it's a distraction?"
Honestly, you'd agree to some extent. Dating was a real hassle, and you wouldn't exactly place it in your top favorite pastimes.
But maybe that's just your experience with dating apps and "organic" talking stages.
Eugh.
Just the concept alone makes you want to vomit.
If you had to go through another "what's your favorite color" dialogue, you'd legitimately kill yourself.
Ā āSo that's obviously why you indulge in the sensual instead.
How can you speak if your mouth's too busy eating?
Call yourself a contrarian, but you loved a good "situationship" now and again.
Though usually that's because you're getting the exact amount of the stick that you want.
ā¦God, you might be the barbaric oneā¦
ā¦
NAH! Everyone you've dealt with seemed to enjoy it well enough.
Except for when they didn'tā¦
ā¦
Ahem.
"When the top priority is survival, I don't see how it wouldn't be," Rhys states.
Well, yeah.
"So then, when do you indulge in romance? Partake in marriage and junk?" You ask with intrigue. Even though you probably know the answer.
Political andā
"Political and economic gain. As well as maintaining a name and lineage." He nods.
God, you're amazing at this.
"What other reason is there?" Rhys' eyebrow quirks, "Are humans not the same?"
ā¦
"I mean it was like that." You shrug, "but we've 'evolved' the need for it."
ā¦sure y'all had.
At least that's not the sole reason anymore.
"Really? So then what is the purpose?"
How do you go about this without overexplaining something he would probably understandā¦but that you didn't want to get into?
"I meanā¦for the fuck of it?" You shrug, "Most people have the luxury of falling in love and marrying for the simple purpose of wanting to be with someone."
ā¦
Rhys nods slowly, seemingly taking in the response.
That's probably a profound concept for himā¦
Haha.
"Have you?" He asks plainly.
ā¦
"Nah." You just shake your head before pointing to yourself, "No one's come to claim this prize."
Not like you'd want itā¦
Too much workā¦no real benefit.
Especially if you end up choosing wrong. God forbid that.
You do NOT want to end up on a true crime documentary if your partner decides to kill you and your potential children because they "fell out of love" or cheated on you.
ā¦like just ask for a divorce. It's not that hard.
Cynical, you're being cynical again.
Thoughā¦your track record of "partners" kind of justifies it, so who really cares?
"You're a prize?" He asks earnestly.
ā¦
Okay, fuck you?
"Of course I am! Are you blind?" You say with mild offense.
"No, I'm well aware of your physical body." He assures, looking away with a slight blush, "I mean to ask if people call themselves prizes despite courtship not being about that?"
Ā ā¦oh.
Wait.
"No, uhāit's like a form of expression." You explain, "It's like you're complimenting yourself. Something that's worth earning?"
"Ahhā¦" he nods, "it is similar to us."
"Really?"
"Well, what's the purpose of marrying if it is solely for the public?" He starts, "What would be the point if the person being married didn't have applicable skills?"
Huhā¦
"What kind of skills exactly?" You squint.
"There's no use in dull shears, no point to a rusted sword. If one is not versed in things that can provide the other with substance, there is no deal." He continues, "For example, one could be great at homemaking, medicinal care, carpentry, childcare."
Okayā¦
"And the other can be better at hunting, agriculture, vending, magic..."
Of courseā¦it's one of these.
"I noticed you said people." You continue despite the internal aside, "Is there not a split in which gender does what?"
He seems to look over to you with a puzzled expression, as if the question itself was strange, "No? Why would there be?"
ā¦
"I think I'm just surprised with how a uhā¦"
Progressive it was? It wasn't reallyā¦
"I meanāthat's pretty cool." You shrug.
To which he nods, "I assume that's not how it works here?"
"Oh no, yeah. Most people want someone who isn't justā¦there." You correct, "but unfortunately it's not asā¦pragmatic?"
He seems to want you to continue, his eyes filled with intrigue.
"I mean, it's hard to explain, there's so much diversity between people." You mumble, "I guess, most women want a guy who's capable of being a person on their ownā¦and men wantā¦"
A maid, a sex doll, a mommy, a therapist, a second income, a Madonna, and a whore?
"A lot?"
ā¦not the best answer.
"Ahā¦I see." He nods, "Because there's no more true necessity, people get to choose their own uses?"
ā¦well. It's not like the requirements have changed much for one of the parties in a long whileā¦
"Sure."
"So if I wanted someone who knows how to make homemade ice cream and does it every day, is that allowed?"
ā¦oh my god.
You can't help but laugh at that. Really, it's kind of sweet.
"I mean, sure, even if it's kind of silly." You giggle.
ā¦though it isn't the most ridiculous thing you've heard from a guy.
"Fascinatingā¦" he nods, "do you happen to have any requirements?"
You give a chuckle to yourself and respond without taking a moment to think, "If being amazing at sex counts as a requirement, then sure."
ā¦
fuck.
Well, you wholly meant itā¦but he didn't need to know!
Rhys quirks a brow at that, "Copulation?"
Copuā¦
Oh, it's worse than she thought.
"Sex?" You give a small laugh.
He nods, "Copulation."
Ā ā¦
"Why are you calling it that?" You tilt your head in bafflement.
Screw whatever embarrassment you had in the moment; you may have just busted something wide open.
Screw just talking about romance and that fluffy shit, you should've just started with this!
"ā¦Because that is what it is called." He answers, sounding confused at your confusion.
"Then why do you also know that sex is a synonym?"
"That's the crude, uncouth way to say it."
Oh, come off it. That can't be true.
"That's such anā¦unsexy word for it." You cringe.
"Well, it is an unsexy process."
ā¦
He's ragebaiting you.
"What do you think sex is?" You keep your tone from sounding too emotional.
You know you're voluntarily going into the jungle-scape of repression and virginity for gloryā¦
But directly disrespecting the name of sex? The most primal desire besides wanting to live? AND calling it unsexy?!
Ā ā¦Yeah, okay, it could be at times. Especially if you like, think about it for too long while doing it and overthink about how awkward it all really was. Having to be naked and vulnerable while doing stuff that wasn't truly intended to each other's bodies.
āBUT! The majority of the time, it was sick as hell!
"Copulation is the act of coming together for the purposes of reproduction." He explains, emphasizing his chosen term.
Ā Haha. He said cumming together.
Ahem.
"Butā¦what if you don't want to reproduce?" you scoff.
"Then you don't copulate," he states.
???
What was this? 1984?
ā¦you can't make that joke; you've never read the book.
In any case, could you even trust this guy to give you accurate information? What was he again? A scholar, right?
Nerds don't fuck.
"Is that a hard-and-fast ruleā¦orā¦" You murmur, eyeing him up.
"Unless you're a degenerate, you leave those kinds of desires to wait until you're married." He explains, "Purity of both parties is important for a good transaction."
ā¦so you'd be a degenerateā¦
Eh. Makes sense.
Butā
"You gotta save room for Jesus in the meantime?" you smirk lazily. The jokes write themselves, what can you say?
"Who is Jesus?"
ā¦
tough crowd.
Wait. Does that imply that there isn't a higher power telling them to do that stuff? If they don't have a Jesus-like figure?
That's how you connect things, right? God, you feel like Nicotine Tesla right now.
"That systemā¦who came up with it?" you probe, bringing your hand to your chin, "Is it like a scripture or a bookā¦?"
"It simply makes the most sense." He states, "If you're bringing pristine hardware to the table, would you want to trade used goods?"
ā¦
You can't help how your eyes widen at the comment.
They're doing this for the love of the game, okayā¦uhmā¦
"HuāDaemos aren't objects, though. You guys are like living beings?" You bunch up as you speak, kind of getting offended for them.
Cause likeā¦that's just that stupid chewed gum comparison those incels use on a wider, more miserable scale. You don't lose value the second you stick your thang in someone, or someone sticks their thang in you!
ugh.
You don't think you've been this riled up since your socratic seminars in that jank Philosophy college class you took for your undergraduate.
Somehow you were the smartest person there! Amateurs, letting the marketing major beat you out.
"We're pragmatic creatures." He explains, "Unless it has to do with conquering, surviving, or protecting the crown, it is unnecessary."
ā¦
ā¦
Bootlicker.
ahem.
"ā¦I think I'm just stuck on why you think it's unsexy."
Really? That's your only gripe?
The only one you could muster without being disrespectful.
His brow furrows at your comment, "I mean, I've only heard."
"Heard what? You research that kind of stuff?" You raise your eyebrows as you joke.
Nerds can also be freaks.
You likey.
ā¦
You make sure your internal cringed face doesnāt bleed into your actual one.
You should be barred from thinking.
He seems to look away, a slight red on his face, "I have the unfortunate affliction of having Leif on my team. He can be rather uncouth at times."
?
How could he possibly describe it to make it sound that unappealing?
ā¦ Never mind, on further thought, you know exactly how a guy would explain it.
"Okayā¦but like, besides that." You continue, "Anything other than silly, out-of-date textbooks?"
He just gives a shake of his head.
.
.
.
"Would you like to learn?" You hesitate to say.
Mostly because you didn't mean to say it. But an opportunity to teach one of these assholes how to be normal about that kind of stuff was too tempting not to.
"I meanābecause you said before that you want to get to know Earth culture better!" She scoffs, "And sex isā¦kind of a big deal to us."
Whatever lingering red he had on his face blooms exponentially at that, "You'd be able toā¦?"
"Duh?" you laugh, "I'm the expert on this kind of stuff! The sex-pert, if you willā¦"
And while you'd usually choke yourself for being corny like that out loud, it felt just fine right here.
Probably because of the person you're talking toāRhys was exceptionally great at keeping your interestā¦and he isn't as snooty as you initially judged him to be.
He's just a guy. A normal one who actually just wants to talk with you.
Not argue like Asch or pester you like Leif. Not avoid you like Noi (God, you're still devastated about that) or stare at you like Pierce.
He's normalā¦and pleasant.
Ā ā¦But also, mostly, this whole thing has given you a second wind, and you're not gonna let that go to waste.
Beats being depressed on the couch! Or having a mini crisis over something that might be nothing at all.
"Iā" He clears his throat with a cough, "Like whatā¦?"
"I don't knowā¦what do you wanna know?" You grin, leaning back, "What are you interested in figuring out?"
He looks away, seemingly in thought.
Ā Ā ā¦pretty deep thought. It takes him a little while to decide.
"Well, I think I want to know why you think it's so alluring." He admits, "So I can understand why you need it as a requirement."
Oh my goodness, you love this questionnn!!!!
Probably the best thing he could've started with.
You adjust up to sit on your shins, leaning slightly closer, probably having the silliest smile on your face, "Okayāwell, where do I startā¦"
Where do you even start?
"Uhā¦okay. So I guess there's like this passion to it that can't particularly be expressed in any other form of communicationāit can be an amplifier of sorts." You say, "Hate sex, makeup sex, celebratory sexāthere's just so many different ways to experience it. And everyone has their own way of expressing it in varying contexts. You're not gonna get the same thing every single time, even with the same person."
He seems to nod before opening his mouth again, "Is that why you find it so sexy?"
ā¦Well, that's a completely different adjective.
Is that what he meant before?
"Well, noā¦that's why I like it," you mumble, "I think to answer thatā¦I'd have to know exactly why you don't think it isā¦what have you heard exactly?"
He gives a gentle sigh, "It feels a bit embarrassing to sayā¦I'm not used to being so brash."
You just shake your head, "Take your time, use whatever words you feel comfortable with. Though I'm probably gonna call them something cruder."
"T-that's fine." He assures, his hand coming to scratch his cheek, "Uhā¦well, as I've heard from a vibrant teammate, his escapades have beenā¦very harsh sounding?"
Yeahā¦some people have a habit of thatā¦
"Like it's a conquest?" You scoff.
Which he only nods at.
Ā "Well, at times it can beābut usually that's kind of the point? If we're assuming that both parties are fans of rough sex, you cringe, "But to mention it really does kind of land really crude."
You know you drop a joke once and again, but you don't think you'd ever brag about how dominant you are or how you make people submitā¦that's no one's business except yours and potential candidates. Wink.
"I know the idea of rough sex sounds likeāoff-putting, but I promise when you're in the mood it's awesome."
You don't think you'd ever describe sex as awesome unironically, but here you are. The things you do for these people.
"What is that mood?" He asks tentatively, his eyes keeping your stare.
ā¦
You bite your lip. You don't want to get too graphicā¦but damnā¦
He's tempting you.
"How graphic can I get?" You ask softly.
"All of it." He assures, nodding absentmindedly.
Which only makes you giggle, "A true scholar, huh? Wellā¦I mean, it's simple. You've been horny before, right?"
He tilts his head in confusion.
"Aroused?" you scoffāremembering you donāt share the same terminology.
"Uhā¦no, I don't think." He admits.
"You're lying." You almost gasp, "You've never felt that pull in your gut? Thatā¦buzzing in your skin? Heat on your cheeks?"
Rhys just gives a slight laugh, "I don't think I've ever had the time to. Or theā¦ ingredients?"
ā¦This was harder than you thought.
"Have you seriously never thought of anything that turned you on? Some people just get it randomly."
He just shakes his head again.
He most certainly had. There's no way, right? He probably just misdiagnosed it as something else.
"That doesn't really put a bump in anythingā¦just makes it slightly more difficult to explain," You assure. "Obviouslyāyou know we have different anatomy, so I'm just gonna go through what it feels like to me. Is that okay?"
"Yesāyeah." He assures.
"As I saidā¦it's this buzzingānot just on my skin, but in my whole body. It really depends on, like, the level of arousalā¦but let's assume I really need a good fuck." You can't help but blush at your own crassness.
You did say you weren't gonna hold backā¦
"I'd be physically flushed. I'd feel warm for sureā¦not a sick warm butā¦like a good warm." You laugh, "Ahā¦honestly, there's no real physical tellāin the sense of how guys do. Instead, it's a pulse between my legs, aching and yet almost delicious feeling."
You don't think you have the guts to look at him while you describe this. You don't think you've ever put this much thought into this part.
"My skin gets pretty sensitive too, in the weirdest places. My shoulders, my thighsā¦and when I'm especially needy, I'll be so wet that I'll soak through my panties."
"What's that?" He pipes up.
"What's what?"
"Being wet?"
"It's the way my body shows its arousal," you explain, "It's kind of like a lubricant that happens when I get excited, my body is preparing for sex in a way."
If you're honest, you know it's more than just thatā¦but explaining the mechanics feels kind of unsexy.
ā¦Maybe if you switch up the terminologyā¦
"And it's in excess?"
"When I'm really excited, yeah." You laugh, finally looking at him, "It's a little annoying, if I can admit. Cause I would already be super messy and I haven't even gotten touched yet."
"Messyā¦" He repeats, keeping his eyes lower than your gaze. On what exactly, you can't tell.
But if you had a guessā¦
"Really messy." You feel a smile growing on your lips.
His eyes flick back to yours before quickly looking off to the side, "ā¦If I could askā¦"
"Yeah?"
"Could you describe how you feel when someoneā¦uhmā¦"
He can't even get his words out. Adorable.
"Someone what, Rhys?" You ask gently, "When someone touches me?"
He gives a hesitant nod, "That's when it gets even sexier, right? When the c-copulation begins?"
Aaaand girl-boner dead.
"Wellā¦yesā¦" You can't help the sweet smile fixing itself on your face despite the buzzkill of a term, "But firstā¦I wanna know what you know. What happens during 'copulation'ā¦"
"Uhāwellā¦" he clears his throat, straightening up, "From what I've heardā¦and read, it's a pretty simple process. Two parties come together and do the thing; once they both finish, they're done."
Both finish? That's newā¦
At least they think that both parties need to be satisfied for it to be a successful mating.
Eugh. Gross.
Mating. Such an animalistic term.
ā¦kinda hot.
"That's it?" You squint.
"What else is there?" He asks, his frown quirking to the side, "The point is to make sure the pair has a child. The most efficient way is to just do it?"
ā¦Rightā¦they also think it's only successful if it's for the purpose of breeding.
ā¦mmhhgggā¦breedingā¦
But enough about your hypocrisyā
"Well, the point here isn't thatā¦usually," You cover your mouth as you cough, "Mostlyā¦? Some peopleātoo many people still think like y'all do."
He just furrows his eyebrows, probably mostly in confusion. In what you also hope is slight offense.
"Look, you're somewhat right, that's how some people do it." You assure, "But us enlightened folk like to play a little before we get really into it. It helps out immensely with that stiffness you're imagining."
"Theā¦" He trails off before nodding, "What do you do?"
"It's called foreplay." You lean back on the opposite side armrest from him, "It technically is included in sex, but most people separate the termsā¦cause they're selfish."
ā¦not really.
Mostly yes.
"Foreplayā¦before-play." He mumbles.
Color you surprised, you whistle, "They don't call you the number one epic royal scholar for nothing, huh?"
"They do not call me that."
"Eh, someone probably does." You dismiss before continuing, "Anyway, foreplayāit's anything that isn't penetration and that helps build the tension."
"So you do not just jump into it?" He questions,
"If you wanna make sure everyone's warmed up and prepped, then absolutely." You nod. And just to sound extra smart, "Think making-out, sensual touching, dirty talking, stripping, grinding, even oral and outercourse."
With each term, his face morphs further into confusion.
sigh.
"ā¦Which one are you most curious about?"
"Well, I can parse out most of them," He assures, probably so you don't think he's hopeless, "But how is talking like filth to someone supposed to 'warm them up'?"
God must love you.
"Dirty talking actually works better in combination with another form of foreplayāor even during sex itself." You stick your finger up like a nerd, "Though you shouldn't underestimate how words can make or break the mood. You want an example?"
He gives a gentle nod.
You hoist yourself back up from your lazy little rut, to now sit on your knees far closer to him.
"Are you okay with me getting closerāand uh, touching you?" You ask lightly as you continue to scoot.
"Of courseā¦"
You give a slight huff before tilting your head down and to the side, looking up from just under him, "Y'know Rhys, I think you look rather sexy in your civilian clothesā¦"
The harsh flush on his cheeks makes you rather giddy inside, "Iāuhā¦what?"
"Yeah, so refined and proper." You give a soft, coy smile. One of your fingers hook onto the collar of his sweater vest, "Very snug and form fitting. Leave something for my imaginationā¦"
You let your hand trail down to his sides for a moment, strumming them like the strings of a harp, "Gives me just enough to dream about."
All that comes from him sounds like an attempt at a groan.
"Hm? You like the idea that I dream about you?" You smile right at his comically horrified face. Certainly not of actual horror, but of not being able to handle your swag.
"Iādon'tā¦mind it?" He whispers, fixing his face instantly.
"Do you mind what I dream about?" you say while taking his hand into your two, playing with his delicate, long fingers.
You can hear the way he gulps, "What do you dream about?"
"I dream about how disheveled you'd look as you fuck into me from behind, your glasses completely fogged with the loss of composure. How your lean stomach would look pretty and silky exposed because you wouldn't want to dirty your nice shirt up, even though you couldn't be bothered to take anything else off because of the utter desperation you have to take me. How your pretty, strong hands would hold me down and make me take every last drop of your cum like I know you want to."
You don't think he's breathing anymore, but that doesn't really sway you from anything. Instead, you guide his hand to your face, letting it cup your cheek and thumb your lip, "ā¦Do you want to?"
He has a dumbfounded look on his face. A quiet, almost blossoming realization painted there, "ā¦I think I'm feeling that mood now."
Your eyes flutter for a moment before an amused huff finds your lips, "What do you want to do about it?"
Ā You honestly couldn't tell how long it's been. Not when all of your senses are drowned in the man in front of you.
Your ears are blessed with soft whines whenever he feels your tongue pass his for the umpteenth time. Your hands are greeted with shivers and twitches as they rake under his sweater vest, almost clawing against his white button-up. Not to even mention his taste, delicate and sweet, like rose flavored turkish delight.
Not what you had expected at all, but something you're cherishing.
And even though you were particularly content with receiving the side effects of your affection unto himā¦he seemed to have other plans for you.
Pleasant plans that involve his hands. How they knead whatever skin is available to himā¦and even all that isn't.
He lets himself dip underneath your loose pajama shorts, massaging just under the dip of your ass, thumbs pulling the skin in a circular motion, pushing apart and pressing together the back of your inner thighs. Barely high enough so that the action was also affecting your aching pussy.
You can't help the quiet moan that comes from your frustration. Your eyes find his heavy ones, almost admiring you.
Though it isn't you who speaks up nextā¦
"I would like to see the effects of your arousalā¦if I could." He mumbles softly, "I want to know what the wetness is."
"ā¦The one I described before?" You whisper back.
He gives a gentle nod, "I want to know how sloppy you are for meā¦"
Oh, how you hope he can feel you shiver.
Was heā¦
That wasā¦
"You're good at thatā¦" You smirk softly, "Where'd you even get that word?"
"I simply thought about it, and it made me heat upā¦" He explains, "Isn't that how you do it?"
"Nahā¦" You lean forward to kiss against his jaw, "I just black out and say what I really want toā¦"
That gets him to chuckle, "And you really wanted to say that you dream of this?"
You look up for a moment in thought, before flicking back to him, "Yup."
You lean back forward to catch his lips again. A small peck, just enough to get another taste.
He gives himself fully, even in the short kiss. He pulls away, flushed once more, "Canā¦we keep going? Furtherā¦to uhā¦"
"hm?" You smile playfully, leaning against him.
"I want toā¦explore something you said earlier. I was curious to examineāor well, to see what you meant byā¦" He trails off, his eyebrows furrowing as if he were thinking about how to say something, "ā¦The place between your legs."
ā¦
"You wanna see my pussy?" Your voice turns breathy, a shallow attempt to both hide your amusement at his confusion and pleasure at his insistence.
"Mhm," He affirms before looking away in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I was trying to find a prettier way to say vagina."
At least he knows what it's called.
Though you can't help but pity their lack of synonyms. That's what makes most of the magic after all.
"Too clinical?" You tilt your head in a tease.
"Not right for the mood," He nods, "ā¦But I think that one works way better."
"Makes you all fluttery?"
"Makes me warm." He whispers, dipping his head down, "Frankly, the concept itself makes me warm."
You're sure you're smiling like a middle-aged man who thinks he really has a connection going with a stripper.
ā¦not to say that Rhys was aā¦
You wouldn't mind that.
"Soāuh, can I see your pussy, please?" He repeats the word, sounding hesitant and a little shy.
God, it was adorable.
"ā¦We've got time." You slide back away from him, helping yourself out of your shorts. You could almost blush at how intently he was watching you.
To ease your mood, you flick your bottoms over to him, startling him from his staring.
"Pervert," you chide playfully.
He gives a soft pout at the insult.
Thankfully, that has the same connotation.
You just laugh and give a soft hum, "You're not even getting a good lookā¦c'mere."
You carefully spread your legs up in the "sexiest" way you could. Left leg out and right tucked up to your chest.
You're on a couch after all, you got no room.
He scoots forward slightly, hunching slightly over to settle himself. He has his hand on his chin, his head tilted in intrigue.
ā¦Examining you like a specimen.
"You're acting as if you've never seen this kind of thing ever." You can't help but scoff, "I know you've at least seen a diagram."
"It's different though," He mumbles, "In the picture it didn't look soā¦pretty."
Isn't he just a bottle of crystal sugar sprinkles?
You could almost blush.
"Now you just want me to get to the good part." You mutter with a laugh.
"N-no." He shakes his head, "I justā¦really mean it. It's so glossy and pearly andā¦"
He trails off as he notices something, "Dribbling."
Now he's just embarrassing you.
This has been a fact. An "embarrassing" fact.
Oh, how will you ever live with the supersoaker in your pants?
hehā¦
"Thank you." You smile softly, "I mean it is because of youā¦"
"All of it?"
Ehhhā¦yeah?
You were serious about the dream. Many an early morning rub had been provoked by those sexy glasses and those long gorgeous locs. You're surprised Daemos had such astute locticians available for such services.
āBut enough about you wanking it to him.
"Who else?" You roll your eyes.
"I justā¦" He looks away, rather shy still, "What do you do about it?"
"Hm?"
"I meanā¦it must feel uncomfortable, right? Kissing can only do so much to relieve the ache," He explains.
ā¦
"You wanna see what I do?" You can feel the shit-eating grin slide onto your face.
He gives a wordless nod, only watching as you adjust yourself.
"When I don't have anyone to help me outā¦and I need to relieve the feeling, I turn to myself to be my 'partner.'" You let yourself trace over around your folds, slightly teasing yourself.
You hope he's actually paying attention as you doā¦he might be too busy with the visual.
"Sex can be done by yourself too, though some people don't include it in the definition." You bite your lip as you swipe down the seam, "ā¦It's called masturbation."
"Ahhā¦"
You moan slightly as you allow the pad of your finger to press against your clit, finally relieving the tension. "This is how I do it."
Rather sloppily nowā¦but it was too slippery not to be.
Fuck, you liked it when it was just like this. Too messy to even please yourself correctly.
"Pressing right there?" He asks, "That's theā¦clitorus, right?"
Its government name sounds so unsexy right now, but his voice sounds just right enough to balance that out.
So introspective and keen. Almost eager.
Those eyes especially were. How they're almost eating up your movements, infatuated probably at the fact that you're like this for him.
"W-wellā¦I rub~" You manage to speak in a moan, letting your middle finger do the talking counterclockwise.
You should be rather embarrassed at how easily and quickly you're falling apart. How you're just pleasing yourself in front of him.
For the purposes of educationā¦for your own greedy need of exhibition.
Fuck, you really are a slutā¦
"Do you also utilize the actual entrance?" He asks with curiosity, popping you out of your own personal degrading dirty talk.
Sometimes you just gotta be your biggest supporter for what you really want in life.
"Not aloneā¦" You whimperādamn it was hard answering questions while fucking yourselfā¦
But damn if it didn't also feel fantastic.
Some sick sense of trying to save face just enough to be normal. To pretend you're detached and just a teacherā¦
"Why's that?"
Well, you are right nowā¦to your day-dreaming disappointment.
"It doesn't do anythin' for me," You sigh, letting the creak in your voice settle, "āMy fingers do jack. If I want something stuffed in me, I'll take a toy over my nubs."
Are you being vulgar? That phrase felt aggressive.
ā¦Fuck though, you really want something stuffed in you right now.
"I seeā¦" he nods, before taking a long while before speaking up, "Do you happen to know how male masturbation worksā¦?"
ā¦
You let your head fall back at just the concept of him stroking his cock over you as you play with yourself. He's really perfect, isn't he?
"Mhm~" Is all you manage, "Don't youā¦?"
There's silence for a moment beforeā¦
"ā¦If I can be vulnerableā¦" He trails off, "I've only ever done anything close by accident. Some nights I would awake to be lying on my stomach, my body moving for myself in the silence of my dreams. It feltā¦better than anything, but I'd stop the moment I'd come to."
Fuuuuck.
Waiter! More dryhumping scenarios, please!!
"You can't even please yourself?" You manage through your increasingly stilted breathing.
He shakes his head, "It's not a concrete ruleā¦but as a scholar of the royal family, I can't allow myself to be distracted by those kinds of earthly pleasures."
You're actually about to cream your pants.
There was something completely wrong with you if that's what gets you going.
No one call you Mr.Right thenāup top!
Ā ā¦For your own sanity, you stop your own movements to focus on him.
"Purityātoo in s'me way," you say in almost a slur, sitting up slightly, "butādidn't seem to stop you doing it anyways, huh?"
He looks at you with mild confusion.
ā¦
You clear your throat while trying to grasp at any kind of composure, "I mean, you say thatābut clearly your body still needs it. It just manifests in the times where you can't really protest."
"Need?"
"Yeahāto an extent masturbation is a great way to relieve tension, stress, pent-up desireā¦" You mumble, "It's like any other viceāprobably exceedingly healthier than any substance."
ā¦as long as you don't mix it with pornography, but you're not gonna mention that to him.
You're not gonna be responsible for introducing him to that beast.
Lookāyou're not a prude, but you can't find it in yourself to enjoy an industry built upon the subjugation of both women and men to an extent.
Most of it isn't even authentic anywayāand those titles are disgusting.
You'd take your own mind over whatever slop they have.
Ā ā¦What were you on about again?
"Substanceā¦" He nods.
"Anywayā" You shake your head, "It's uhā¦simple. Can Iā¦"
Your hand hovers closer to his pants, a pair of slack. Sharp but clear in just how suffocating they were. Stuffy, actually, just too formal for most casual outings.
Maybe that's just your own preferences speaking.
He gives a huff of agreement, barely moving his head to affirm his words.
Gently, you unbuckle his belt. The best you could do with one hand, but that's what made it better, right? The struggle and the delay?
You just needed to see this man's dick, oh my lanta.
"You can do the rest, right?" You almost whisper, "Pull yourself out for meā¦"
He does so, taking his time to adjust his pants down his hips.
Coming undone without being touched was a thing, right?
He looks away the second he has it in the open air. His hands quickly placed themselves behind to let his cock speak for itself.
Delicate-looking, like his fingers, curved upwards and standing proudly just for you. Your hand moves up instinctually, sliding against the underside of it with only light pressure.
His face scrunches with a hitched breath, his cock stuttering just after.
"Sorry," you whisper, "Sensitive?"
He gives a small nod, "Yesāin a way that I don't think I've felt before."
"Jolt of pleasure?"
"Something like that, I thinkā¦" He utters, "Uhāwhat do I do?"
You give a soft laugh before bringing your hand back to yourself, collecting slick as best you couldā¦
Before tentatively coming back up to him, "Watchā¦"
Slowly, you wrap around his shaft and begin stroking him.
The utter pleasure that bellows from his lips made you almost cry tears of joy. You can already see his legs tremble.
"See?" you say in a slightly breathless tone.
"Mhm~" He tries to say through the contact, "A-ahā¦"
You can't help but giggle while you watch how his hips stutter against your movements, almost desperate for more. His tip drooling just a little more precum with each pass.
"You think you could take over, lovely?" You whisper softly, "Can you stroke your perfect cock for me while I fuck myself and watch?"
He gives a long whine at that, taking control of where you were holding. He gives a few experimental tugs as you adjust your own position, so that you two are more apartā¦and so he was just hovering over your eager cunt.
Slowly, your hand returns to your own parts, settling against your freshly soaked fold. Your eyes keep with his, for the second they're on youā¦til, of course, they flick to your hand circling your clit once again.
You give a slight groan as you do your best to spread your legs further, for comfort and so he could get a better view. Helping yourself out with a faster speed.
"Thank you so muchā¦" He whines softly, his breath barely catching up to his mouth, "āFor teaching me~."
Was heā¦?
Was he thanking you while playing with himself?
Whoa momma.
ā¦Is the only thing you can muster through your own bated breath. You're too busy watching how his hips pound right into his fist. How he doesn't even care to cover his moansāthough really neither do you.
Both of you babble incomplete thoughts.
āWhat you assume is nothing of substance.
You can't really hear much over the sound of your slickness and the erotic shlick shlick shlick of his strokes.
You give a long moan, tightening up your touches, "Are you gonna cum on my stomach? Mark me?"
That seems to make him groan, his hand only moving faster.
And while you relish it, it can only do so much to satisfy the ache in you.
You need way moreā¦
But he looks so utterly pleased now. You don't think you can convince him toā¦
"Or d'ya wanna make a mess of my pretty pussyā¦?" you ask with a whine in your voice.
Like a duck on a June bug, his eyes flick right up to yours, a stutter coming from his lips. Barely anything but clearly a fumble to say yes.
"Yeah? You do?" You nod as you speak, goading him to nod along.
"Here, let meā¦" You shift around to adjust him exactly how you need him. Hunched down way more, your own legs up and bent, on either side of his frame.
His blushed cock right against your puffy pussy.
"How does that feel? Right?" You mumble, looking down at his weeping slit, "AhāI can feel you twitchā¦"
He swallows roughly, giving it his all to respond, "You're so warmā¦ "
"Mhm?" You nod along, your tone almost patronizing, "Now, it's just like your accidental masturbationā¦you got it?"
He nods silently, eyes glued on yours, "Y-yesā¦Iā"
He cuts himself off as his body seemingly moves on its own, grinding against you. The noise that comes out of him is almost pathetic. A mix of a cry and a groan. One that only continues as he finds a rhythm.
Half stutters, full hilt pushes, embarrassing blows that slip him off of his target. Nothing seems to stop him from continuing to try. It was almost adorableā¦
"Mmph!~"
Until it wasn'tā¦
Fuckāhe figured out exactly where to position himself, so he's dragging right against your entrance the entire way through.
You can feel yourself clench onto nothing. The stimulation of him both teasing you and grinding against your clit making your head spinā¦but you don't want to justā¦not withoutā¦
Ā "āNot in me, right?" You speak out, the words coming from your mouth before you can even think about what you're doing.
"H-huh?" His hips stagger for a second, his eyes back on you.
"Iā¦I meanā¦y'know penetration?" You look away before clearing your throat, "I assume you don't want to go too far, right? I just rememberedā¦"
ā¦
"Cause this isn't forā¦" You mumble, "And you have to stay pure for...We're notā¦"
What are you saying?!
Great, now you're the one spoiling the mood.
His eyes flash some kind of emotion before hesitantly nodding, "Of course, Iā¦yes."
Ā Ā "ā¦I just want to make sure becauseā¦" Your teeth nibble against your bottom lip, keeping eye contact through your lashes, "I wouldn't want to accidentally ruin you."
ā¦
Oh, you're evilā¦
"Youā¦don't have to worry about that." He assures, shaking his head, "You're not gonnaā"
"āI mean, since this is such a risky position." You whisper, brows knitted, "It wouldn't take much to justā¦slide into me? To stuff your cock into my warm, welcoming pussy and just fuck me?"
You feel the way he jerks instinctively at your words. You just start shaking your head again, a pitiful expression on your face, "We wouldn't want that, right?"
His eyebrows raise at that for only a moment before easing back, his own lips pressing together, "No, we certainly wouldn'tāthat would be a true shameā¦devastating."
He emphasizes the last word with another thrust, far more pressure now.
You fully bite your lip, a soft whine from your throat, "You have enough control of your movements for that to not even be a possibility though, don't you, Rhys? Even against something as soaked as me?"
"Mhm~" He says breathlessly, helping you adjust your hipsālifting them up ever so, "So fucking wet for meā¦"
He pulls back his hips so each pass catches on your entrance. Only a moment at firstā¦before slowly lingering. Almost teasing the idea.
"ā¦But even if you 'accidently'āmph!ādidā¦you'd be able to stop, wouldn't you?" You ask, barely, but you did, "You have enough restraint and self-control to pull out, wouldn't you?"
"Yesā¦" He nods instantly, "I wouldn't just keep going and never stopādon't wanna ever stopā¦"
The aside was managed in a slurred whisper, like something he was saying to himself. A secret that you're indulging in as well.
This manā¦
You wonder how far you could push this 'til he breaks.
"Mhāwe should probably, thoughā¦" You say gently, your hands raking gently down his forearms to hold his hands, "I mean we don't want to risk itā¦"
That gets a whimper out of him, his pushes getting shallower.
ā¦heheheh.
He shakes his head quickly, "There's nothing to risk. We won't."
"You never knowā¦" Slowly, you lift up your shirt, the only article of clothing you still have on. Only to expose the utter lack of bra, "Maybe it'd be safer to just go back to me touching myself and you doing the same."
Your hands move up to show off your chest playfully, lifting it up slightly, "after all, you don't need to be completely enveloped in my cushy walls. You don't need to watch my tits bounce with every thrustā¦"
His low whine only makes your sloppily hidden grin widen, "You can still make a mess of me without the risk. You can still cum on my pussy. it'll be the saāahh~"
"Fuuuck yesā¦" His head tilts back with a groan, his hips finally pushing all the way in. His desperate cock finally nestling into your cunt, "I doā¦I need it so badā¦"
"And you need it too, don't you?" His hands move to grip the back of your thighs, his weight falling down against you as his head lands on your collar, "You're so tightāyou never want me to leave, huh?"
Well, if he's offeringā¦
You'd think of something clever to say back, but at the moment, you were just savoring the feeling of how full you felt.
All you can do is give a mewl of pleasure, your nails delicately scraping his back. A gentle pressure, just to get him back for teasing you.
He groans at that, his hips finally stuttering back to life.
An awkward rhythm, jerky full thrusts. Probably because he was trying not to cum immediately.
heheheā¦
"Like this?" He asks softly, lifting his head up to find your eyes. His movements are slower, far more even than before.
"Mhmā¦" You tilt your head with a sigh, your hand finds a place against his scalp, combing through his locs gently, "Can you go just a little faster for me, though? It'll feel so good."
He gives a soft nod, obliging without a word.
Slow thrusts climb in intensity, and with them, whines from him.
"Ah~ [__]~" he moans, lifting himself off of you.
His hips adjust quicker than his speed, finding a fluid momentum that doesn't jitterā¦as much.
His hands find solace in the fat of your thighs still, squishing and kneading to their hearts' content. An unconscious weight in the form of his figure presses your legs back further into your stomach, bending you and giving him much better access.
"Rhys~" you gasp, letting your own head fall back at the utter pleasure coursing through your veins.
How could you not when he was ramming right into your cunt so deep? Dragging against that spongy spot with each thrust.
You can imagine the show heās getting with how the rest of your body responds, moving with the wave. Your tits perked and free, bounced in satisfying circles, just pretty enough to fully keep his focus.
"Soāfuāahhh~" he hisses, feeling right when you squeeze onto him.
You can't help the giggle, looking up to see his scrunched face morphing right back into intense focus. Eyes solely watching you, with a pout.
"Youāaren't playing fairā¦" he manages, "I can't justā¦Mhfā"
Your body jolts at how his speed quickens. Most certainly not purposeful.
"What're you gonna do about it?" You grin up at him, "It's just my body reactin' to your fuckin'. It means you're doing a gooooodājob!!~"
One of his hands settles against your lower stomach, the thumb right against your clit, clumsily circling touches onto it.
"What's wrong?" He breathes out, a lazy grin forming on his face, "I'm just doing something about it. You okay with that?"
ā¦
Fucking hell.
Look at the attitude on this one.
"Mhm~" You nod, letting yourself settle back onto the couch further, "So okayā¦"
Erotic moans from you and him fill the quiet nothing of the apartment, whatever stupid show you had on, long turned off. Instead, the space filled with the delicious slapping of his skin against yours and the embarrassingly loud, rhythmic shlick of your cunt.
God, you could cum from the sound alone. So passionateāfilled with desire.
Your eyes manage to look up at him, lidded and heavy. Drinking up the way his slightly smug smile drains back into a hiss, "How long does thisāusually last?"
That question would be rather sillyā¦if you didn't know who was asking itā¦and if you yourself weren't struggling to stay composed.
"At the rateā¦you're goingāfuck~" You gasp, feeling his hips continue their unsteady rise of pace, "Not longā¦"
You're a little afraid that he was gonna blow his load accidentally, actually. With how is he handling the grip you've got on him, as well as the masterpiece in front of himāif you could be so vain.
You're trying to find solace in being destabilized right now, okay?!
ā¦You're also trying to distract yourself from not cumming til' he's ready. It'd be kind of sweet to come togetherā¦
ā¦As a final thank you for the lesson.
"I thinkā¦thenā¦" He manages through his bated breath, "I'm almost thereā¦"
Fuuuck yes.
"Hereālean upā¦" You attempt to guide him back down against you, helping his hands bend you even further. Your own holding his shoulders, "It'll feel so good just like this."
Was this a slightly impossible position to quickly pull out of? Maybeā¦
Was that the thing that you were secretly hoping to achieve? Who knows?
You're too fucked out to really careāor so you say.
A tiny whimper comes from his throat as he adjusts, his eyes looking down directly onto your fucked out face. Hair messy and falling down to frame your own face, "How am I even deeper than before?"
"Magic?" You joke, "My pussy's magical, y'know."
"Magic's too abstract to explain the perfection I'm feeling now." He asserts with a groan.
ā¦Okay, love-bombing.
You were almost drowned in the utter sap of the statement.
ā¦But instead of shying away from the sicknessāyour legs wrap right around his hips, pulling him flush against you.
"I could say the same for youā¦" You mumble before catching his lips.
Oh, how his pelvis jitters, figuring out how to still move despite the restraint. Something that you were absolutely reveling in.
"'M gonna comeā¦" You whisper, looking right into his eyes, "Come with me? Come in meā¦"
"Butā¦" He mumbles back, "Theāuhā¦"
You just shake your head and shut him up with another kiss, squeezing your legs tight.
Whatever hesitance seems to vanish then, his movements now sloppy as he chases exactly what you were asking.
And what you were asking was coming to you much quicker than to him.
Your heartbeat climbs in intensity, your legs quivering with the pent-up energy of release. The taste of him on your tongue, the pressure of his weight on yours.
You could scream if he wasn't muffling your mouth with his own.
You manage, coming undone with the ever-present sensation of him still unrelentingly pounding into you. Even after your wave mellows outā¦even as you feel his own release paint your walls.
A warm, heavy load that you wished you were able to watch drip out in this very second.
Unfortunately, however, he had other plans.
"Rhysāhaah!" You whimper against him, nails digging hard into his skin.
"Can'tā¦neverā¦" He assures gently, his lips leaning down to place sloppy kisses against your skin, "Moreā¦"
You could almost giggleā
Well, could is the wrong word.
You were. Through your uneven breathing and your whimpers, you were laughing, "You're gonnaāahā¦get a crampā¦"
He doesn't really seem to care, though, not as his tongue lulls out to taste your neck.
He's definitely going to get a lesson on overstimulationā¦
And so were you.
The coaxing of another orgasm hits you like a high. Another sudden, harsh crash that, despite your worry, felt so much better than the first.
ā¦You never said you were a saint.
"How many orgasms can the human body take?" He mumbles, delicate kisses pressing onto you with each word.
"S'meā¦uhhā¦" You try to respond. Though really, that was dead in the water the moment you came again.
That seems to get a slight huff from him, "I guess we'll find outā¦"
Ā ā¦Seems you just created a monster.
heheh sweeeet.
Ā It had been rather easy to get back to normal after he came to his senses. A charley horse, one consolation later, and a long gazing session at the mess he left in and on your cunt.
That part was utterly satisfying.
The rest, howeverā¦
You weren't glad about it, but it was karma.
The chattering from the TV now surrounds the darkened living room you two were still occupying. Another episode of a flippant reality show droning on has Rhysāand you, to an extentāentranced.
"Why would he do that? They just went to the 'hideaway' last nightā¦" He grumbles, squinting at the shirtless man on the screen.
"Because men are stupid and he clearly just wanted sex." You scoff, letting your legs recline on his lap.
"ā¦Not all men." He gives a small huff, looking towards you.
"Ehhā¦most." You retort, giving a shrug.
A jingling of keys cuts you off from the brew discussionā¦only for a chorus of voices to take its place.
Loudā¦ grating voices.
Mostly Asch yelling. Oh, how you missed that.
You flop back onto the couch in a huff; at least you got peace for a little bit.
Ā ā¦and a piece of ass. Ha!
"Other human!" Asch yells right at you, probably as he encroaches on the couch, but you couldn't be bothered to check.
"I still have a name." You deadpan.
"āYou missed out on the best outing ever in favor of your nothing mood!" He continues despite your disinterest.
"Good for you."
"I want you to know so you feel bad!"
"ā¦I'm sure that's the intention."
"Your Majesty, you mustn't insult Princess Ava's friend so. She is a hunter, remember?" Rhys' voice comes back into your ears as a treat, his hands gently massaging your calvesāwhich felt amazing after being held up for so long.
Ahhh, this is the life.
"She's yet to bow to me fairly." He asserts back. You can feel his eyes glare at your being with disdain, "I have no reason for respect, especially to a hunter."
Nevermind.
God, he says it like it's a slur.
Then again, it's really in his right. You are technically (allegedly) an exterminator of his people; you'd be the same.
ā¦God, what even was that lie? All that's killer about you is your killer pussy!
"That's because I'm not a royal dick rider." You finally lift yourself back up to stare him down.
Only to watch his eyes combust with anger. Before he can yell anything, though, here comes another nuisance.
"āWhat's this about riding?" Leif saunters over with a smile, "I heard hunting tooāy'all are just discussing my favorite things over here, huh?"
ā¦
You just flop back onto your back, completely done with all of them. "Where's Ava?"
To come collect them, to shoo them awayāanything.
"Princess Ava's busy with Mrs. Oats downstairs." Leif says with a shrug, leaning over the couch to leer at you, "Awā¦but don't look so sad. You got me here~."
"That's the problem," you retort with stress in your tone.
That gets a scoff from him.
"You gotta give me some grace, y'know?" He pouts sarcastically, "You're rather rude to someone who is in the same line of workā¦we should be brothers-in-armsā¦mmmā¦closer?"
?
Brothers but closer? Call that siblings and dating.
"I work alone." You roll your eyes.
"Like all good assassins." He grins.
"Is the other human doing any better?" Another deep voice joins the fray.
He stands right next to Asch, on the other side of the couch. His hands crossed in his usual guarded stance, but his face was far daintier.
ā¦And trailing behind him was one orange motherfuckerāSTILL not even glancing your way. You'd sneer at him if you cared enough.
ā¦God, you cared too much.
"Hi Pierce.." You decide to say, focusing on him rather than Noi.
If he wasn't going to give you the time of day, why were you?
"Hello," He says in a slightly softer register, "I can see that your spirits have been raised. That is good."
"YeahāI mean you sent the right person for the job." You assure, a gentle smile on your face as you look back at Rhys. Besides the sex, he was a real comfort. Good conversation, actual comfort through shared experience.
You couldn't even get that luxury with Ava anymore. That broke your heart.
"We did not send anyone," Pierce states.
Your eyebrows quirk. Huh.
Rhys did tell you that beforeā¦but you weren't exactly rearing to believe him.
Not because he himself wasn't trustworthy, but because you wouldn't put it past them to keep someone back to make sure you don't try to escape.
"Rhys was being difficult earlier about wanting to stay," Leif scoffs, before giving a smile, "I see why now."
"It's important to keep a prisoner's morale in lineālest you want them to fossilize." Rhys dismisses somewhat harshly.
Which you'd take as a betrayal if it weren't for the fact that he would not let up only an hour earlier.
No one can fake that.
āIf anything, you respect him for keeping it under wraps. You liked a man who could.
It also helped that he was still soothing your legs.
"Who cares about a prisoner's feelings?" Asch scoffs, "Treat them like the scum they are."
Yeesh.
Ehā¦you could live with the title of "scum."
"May I remind you that there's still much we need to figure out here. We cannot go hard and fast like the methods your family usually utilizes." Rhys retorts, slightly annoyed.
"Yeah! Treat me with respect!" You add, if only to see his face bloom with anger.
ā¦and it so totally worked.
He's red and everything.
"I'm sure there's a time and place for hard and fast, though, right baby?" Leif chuckles, giving you a wink.
"Real mature, Leif!" Asch shouts, "Rhys, why don't you scold him for flirting with the prisoner! It's unethical."
That's something you can agree with. The amount of corn in his comments should sanctify them as methods of torture.
"I'm not touching that." Rhys gives a bit of a cringed look, shaking his head.
"Oh, real high and mighty, Mr. high and mighty." Leif's tone grows annoyed as well.
"That's not even a good insult."
"You're not even a good insult."
"Both of you are idiots!"
Whatever semblance of peace almost immediately explodes in a three-way argument between the three Daemos surrounding you.
Asch yelling, Rhys 'calmly' scolding him, and Leif going quickly between nonchalance and utter chalance.
Whateverā¦
As much as the noise annoyed you, you weren't put off by the arguing itself. Why would you pass up the entertainment?
Still, if you're gonna deal with it, you're gonna at least be comfortable.
You adjust yourself to be lying against Rhys now, moving his arm to wrap around you while your head rests on his chest.
He didn't seem to mindāhe's probably too busy to notice anyway. You give a small laugh as you survey around again. To Asch's progressively dramatic movements, Leif's clear prodding, Pierce's seemingly undisturbed despite the senseless screaming andā
Noiā¦peeking out from right behind him. Just staring.
ā¦
At youā¦? Not at you but...
You.
His eyes seem to trace around your frame before shifting to Rhys with a perturbed brow and what you'd selfishly call disdain clear in his expression.
Oh?
Ā Ā Noā¦it couldn't be. He didn't have an aggressive bone in his body.
He was just beingā¦a weirdo, like always. Probably even just uncomfortable with the yelling.
Pussy.
Ā ā¦
Ugh. You couldn't even insult him without feeling bad.
Boooooo. Day ruined.
Your eyes fall back to everyone else with a sluggish sort of motion, "Can you all just shut uuuuup. I just want to watch Love Island in peace like I was before everyone came and ruined it."
That seems to shut everyone up, surprisingly.
"What is a Love Island?" Asch scoffs.
"You have an Island for Love?" Pierce asks.
"I said the same thing." Rhys pops up, "āit is a program where humans are documented like animals. They come to the island in search of a mate and either get chosen or dumped."
ā¦yeah kind of.
"This sounds stupidā"
"I wanna watch!" Leif jumps over the couch to settle right at your other side, "I'm hoping for violence."
"There's arguing sometimes?" You offer, looking over to him, "But it's much more 'all love' if you get what I mean."
"Oh, that's fine too," He grins, "Maybe we could be all love, as well?"
"You ruined it." You shake your head, turning away.
"Hey! I didn't mean that in any kind of way!" He whines, "You're the dirty-minded one."
"I will watch too!" Asch announces, probably because he doesn't want to be left out.
Off to the side, you can see both Pierce and Noi settle down as well, making it a full house.
Huh...
Well, that's just peachy.
ā¦
In the least sarcastic way you could muster, surprisingly.
It certainly beats being alone. Somewhat beat the sex.
...well...
Okay, joking.
Ā ā¦Yeahā¦this could actually be kind of nice.
All you were missing was Avaāwho you were sure was coming up soon enough.
And in the meantime, they'll be just fine. You're sure they won't be tooā
"I don't like the one in grey shorts. He is ugly."
"What are you talking about? He's the only one with a powerful stanceāeveryone else should cower!"
"I'm booooored. Where's the love at?!"
Ā Ā ā¦annoying.
Guys I am alive!
Sorry this took FIVE-ever, creativity strikes at the worst time (and I've been busy with other stuffs). I am kind of sad that this isn't suuuper F!dom but I've never imagined Rhys being super combative to warrant it :p It is still F!leading so I hope it wasn't too much of a heartbreak!
Don't mind the Noi tease, he won't be the next one (AGAIN) since he already has one! Just keep that thread in mind *wink* -cause his chapter was only like 2k words- HE NEEDS EVEN MORE LOVE!!
I hope this was worth the wait! Please don't let the time between these bother you :( I want to make sure each guy has his time to shine and I don't want to half ass any of their entries !
I'm not a perfectionist, I just want to make decent smut !!! - Hunnithan
Do you think the Daemos can smell ovulationā¦? Iām sorry Iāll go-
Actually, great question! Well, for me it's a pretty interesting question at least.
And while I have y'all waiting for the next thing, I could get slightly into itā¦
Without doing too much research, I'm going strictly on how Daemos could differ from humans (besides the stated ones) and how that could help answer the question.
Demons (broadly) are usually described as having heightened ESP and supernatural-adjacent abilities like sensing spirits and stuff like that.
That, paired with my own HCās that Daemos (as a whole) are more animalistic than humans, kind of plays into the idea that their sensory experiences as a whole are more sensitive.
Taste, touch, smell, sight, and hearing are significantly heightened compared to a human counterpart. After all, in their dog-eat-dog world, how can you survive if you can't point out the difference between a tree branch snapping because of someone hunting you and a clumsy animal?
That being said, it isn't as innate as most others would imagine. I believe it's a skill of sorts that you have to train and maintain. Like any other survival skill or muscle.
But also like any other skill, some people are more naturally inclined to it.
In short, it's a biological function in Daemos that can be enhanced with training/discipline. How potent it is initially can be affected by other factors, such as magical prowess or simply one's disposition to senses.
ā¦
All of that to sayā¦I have a ranking on how "in tune" each of the main guys is with that kind of stuff.
Pierce and Leif are two sides of the same coin. While Pierce's abilities were honed in knights' training, Leif is far more self-taught and/or instinctual.
In Pierce case, it's much more of a general alert system that senses when things are "out of the ordinary." Think of a guard dog as opposed to a medical alert dog. They don't know what exactly is off, but they know that something is. (I'm sure in the royal forces there are designated people for that, but since Pierce was just a "knight," it isn't specifiedāAlso, that's a whole different topic of conversationā)
I'd like to imagine, though, that without the training, he's essentially "blind in that aspect." For fun, for the sillies. Because I need to nerf that gentle giant. But mostly to explain the raw instinct vs. the built-up skill of it all.
Anyway, in terms of the hormones and ovulation stuff, it's the same. He can absolutely notice it and is pretty observant to the smallest changes, but because of his generalized training and lack of personal experience, he wouldn't be able to identify the exact cause of your "ailment."
And he wouldn't be subtle either. He'd point-blank say, "You smell weird. Are you dying?" And leave you utterly confused.
Okay, well, yes, heād be bluntā¦but also really genuine with it. In his own little way.
For Leif, it's raw talent morphed into a predatory skill. As he was left to fend for himself in his younger years, I'd imagine there had to be some baseline of skill to keep him alive while he trained it up.
In contrast to Pierce, Leif is more thorough with his process, especially if he has to identify something during a mission. He can't really afford the "act now, think later" mentality when it comes to hits for money, so instead of jumping into action, he has to specifically identify what he's sensing and then work off of that.
And I know, he's generally very trigger-happy and "kill-happy"ā¦but I'd like to believe that being as you are and being as you work are two separate things.
But back to the important part, coupled with his myriad of "implied" experience, I would imagine that not only could he sense the changes, but he would also know exactly what they are (or a daemos equivalent)
And that would make him insufferable.
Like that one guy from JJBA.
"If my nose is correct, one of you beauties is on your period." headass.
Thatās to say, heād be so overtly obvious with something that hasnāt even come yet, youāre questioning his sanity. He probably thinks heās being smooth and flatteringā¦but itās creepy as fuck.
What kind of pussy does that kind of game get you on Daemos? Cause I want NO part in it.
Now, where my rankings take a turn is this next pickā
Noi. It's Noi.
Why? Because I think it's funny.
Well, there's actual thinking behind that decision. Since he's seen to be pretty skiddish and easily scared, I imagine his senses are pretty heightened. Though it's more raw instinct than trained and honed like the other two. Considering that (with what we've seen), he wouldn't know what to do with those abilities. Well, other than freak outā¦
But that's kind of disingenuous. I'm imagining him like a medical alert dogā¦without the proper training. He can do the job, do it well, but if you ask him what he did or how he did it, he wouldn't be able to tell youā¦and probably freak out when he tried to recreate it.
Because I think a big part of his relationship with the senses is that he purposefully ignores them because they're so "strong" (or considerably strong for the average Daemos), I can imagine for a guy like Noi, it's a bit overstimulating to be constantly bombarded with strong noises and smells and sounds and whatever. So instead of training it, he just suffers through it? And only reaps the benefits when it comes to his (alleged) healing magic.
He HAS to be good at something, guys. Why would they keep him otherwise? Pity? Daemos don't do pity.
As for how this applies to the ovulation conversationā¦wellā¦muahahahaā¦ He probably is acutely aware of any changes, even before you do, and he has to sit with it because it's probably unlike anything he's ever experienced. He'd either avoid you like the plague or think you're dying, no in between.
Imagine having a sobbing Noi at your feet, pre-mourning you because he canāt heal you (because nothing is wrong with you).
#needdat
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Rhys is the second to last on my list. For many reasons, but the lamest and main one being his canonical bad eyesight.
Hear me out, okay!
I get the trope of "one sense being dulled makes the rest heighten," but I don't buy it. Mostly because before he figured it out, Rhys was working with the idea that he wasn't basically legally blind. He just assumed that the world was blurry and that that was "normal." So it wouldn't make sense for him to immediately be like "oh! Well, now everything else has to be better to compensate!"
Essentially, because one of his senses is muffled, the rest kind of lowers to match it? That's probably not how it works, but who cares?
Along with it, his whole scholar thing doesn't do him any favors. Like I've mentioned, the whole sense system is essentially a muscle of sorts. And when you don't use a muscle, it weakens, if not atrophies. In his field of studies and magic, there's no real use for more survival-based instincts, so that also makes it "dull".
Now, you might be saying "Hunnithan! He's still Asch's guard! He has to be keen!" Sure, he's keen in the strategic sense, but I know good and well that man is a follower and not a vanguard (leave that to the two crazies at the top of this list).
So what? I've basically nerfed him, and he sucks?
ā¦No, actually.
I thinkā¦it'd be more realistic to say that his specific instincts are designated to things he cares about. Especially the subjects that he's infatuated with at the moment. So, for instance, for magic capabilities, he'd be able to sense someone's possession of magic, their ability to conjure it, etc.
ā¦Which unsuccessfully then links us back to the question. If then, his current obsession is humans and the human bodyā¦would he have a high chance of sensing when things change? Yes absolutely. That's not even a question.
What he does with that, however, is probably more lame. Heād study it, of course! Like a real scholar.
Curiosity has rung him, and he wonāt stop bothering you for answers until you tell him to stop.
And last but very least (I hate you, Asch) isā¦well, Asch.
At first, I was just gonna say this because I thought it was funny and I like to make him sufferā¦but there are real reasons, trust me.
As a royal, I'm going with the idea that he's not used to having to "fend" for himself. Considering his status, he is most likely always surrounded by some kind of guard. Which would make his own need for the survival skills kind of unnecessary.
It really is another use it or lose it case like Rhysā¦
But unlike Rhys, Asch was already "blessed" with a lack of inherent instinct.
If I had to place him, he'd be below the average Daemos.
And Asch being Aschā¦that fact would probably drive him insane. Considering he's literal royalty, he thinks that that kind of thing is something he's entitled toā¦and not something he should have to work towards.
Unlike, let's say, fighting, building up your senses is not a fun and stimulating activity. It requires hours and hours of boring, repetitive exercises that don't have any visual progress. For someone like Asch, that would be actual hell.
So instead of actually trying and improving like he's supposed toā¦he just doesn't.
Which feels wrong because he seems like the type to never want to be bad at anything everā¦but because he probably sees it as uselessā¦he doesn't feel as bad about it.
That leaves him settling for less than average abilities. Granted, that's less than average for Daemos, not less than average for humansāso that's still pretty good all things considered.
Rounding that back to the question at hand, the way he senses things of that manor would be thereā¦but they would be so mellow and faint that it would drive him up the wall.
He wouldn't want to figure it out, and he'd rather ignore it than admit that something like that is stumping him.
ā¦Until he canāt, and he breaks, and he starts threatening you because you seem to be the cause of this ādisturbance.ā Which you start fighting back against, and now youāre both butting heads and not backing down.
ANYWAYSāI know that this has been in my inbox for a while, and I feel bad because I haven't done anything (because I'm a CHUD and finishing finals or whatever), but I hope my too-in-depth analysis of this thing is silly and fun! Not so spicy but :P
ALSO!! speaking of inbox---I DO SEE ALL OF YOUR COMPLEMENTS AND I APPRECIATE THEM!!! I wanted to take a pause between replying to them and posting content content bc I feel like I'm just glazing myself with all of your amazing comments!
I do wanna reply to each one eventually (even if it isn't really good Tumblr etiquette -I'm just assuming; I'm not sure-) BECAUSE I so appreciate it. Plus...for the ones requesting a certain guy, I was gonna do like I did last time and link it...which is...uh...embarrassingly not done. I"M SORRYYYYY.
also also idk if the gradients look silly >~< I just wanted to try something new!
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...I just realized this completely slipped over the implied sexy context of it all.
Gosh. I am such a nerd weirdo that I didn't think about the sex of it all and only focused on the biological and silly aspects! fuuuuuck I'm sorry. - hunnithan
I LOVE MSUB MID!! I really want to see sub leif.. im not really sure what your no's are, but I think knifeplay with him would be so delicious..
Omg wait your mind...
I'm sure you mean he uses it on the reader-insert (which will also probably happen) but my mind's going to her stealing it and turning it against him in whatever way (I need to figure out how it works; I'm kind of "vanilla" in that sector mb)
i absolutely loveddd ur mid smut!! it would be so amazing if you wrote one for lief and aschš„¹ also I know you said you'd get along to the other boys, have you thought of writing one for Zex? I love him too.
I have never actually thought about that! I was just focusing on the main five but...YOU'RE A GENIUS. He bad asf š š š š
It'll be a challenge to do as I plan for all of them (M!sub) but that's the fun of it all! I love an intimidating man that WILL kill me.
...And here I thought the hardest one was gonna be Asch (he's just a little bitch)
Omfg you actually see me tweaking, I read your My Inner Demons smut. I love those idiots so much I didnāt know people still remembered them!! I do hope you do the rest of them one day that was so fire I gnaw on the bars of my cage reading themā¦
AHHHH THANK YOU!!! IM STILL KIND OF NEW TO THE SMUT GAMEāSO I WAS WORRIED IT WAS TOO OFF OR CRINGY??? But Iām glad itās been well received :)
AlsoāIām still such a big Aphmau fan despite how long itās beenā¦itās like the longest lasting interest in my lifeā¦
Iām a much bigger fan of MyStreet (kinda of Minecraft diaries but less so) BUT I recently(ish) watched MID all the way through and I freaking LOVED IT, itās pretty up there now! Which means fics galore ;) (when I can muster up the energy lol)
I just read your mid stuff and I gotta say this is gooddd.I also see that in the Pierce one you went along with the Noi one and that got me thinking if I can request this with the other 3left?
Thank you so much !!! And yesāI am planning on doing the other three :3
Theyāll totally be like a continuation of the others! Kind of like a mini series where you go around to each of them.
Most certainly all Msub cause that works the best with the reader insert Iāve written so far.
ā¦maybe Mdom if Iām feeling freaky (but itād be a character you wouldnāt imagine)
I canāt say for certain how long itāll take to write however (I mean look at the period between the other two)ā¦but there are one of my many priorities!
Also, idk who Iāll decide to do nextā¦I think Iām leaning towards Rhys? But not completely sure yet!
hi!! I'm not sure if you do request, if you don't PLEASE just ignore me ok.. But I saw ur mid noi post and I love it!!!! I have a suggestion for sub Pierce, maybe doing a hand job on him while he's just trying to hold it together because he just didn't know how to react!!
Hi!! First of all THANK YOUU! and Yes! I do take requests!
though not officially (as in I don't have an official request post with rule and stuff) because I don't want to keep anyone waiting in case I get too busy :(
That being said, I will consider any requests! (and really, welcome them :))
but to your specific request!
š¬ 19Ā Ā š 11Ā Ā ā¤ļø 223Ā Ā·Ā ManaĀ Ā·Ā pairing: Pierce x Fem!reader
summary: They gotta just start calling you sexy 'cause this "magic" mojo is making
I hope it's okay that I went a slightly different route with him! I totally see him as someone who'd love to serve and that manifested in him eating box! Hopefully he's enough in character and I didn't make him too chatty...but yay!!!
