idk if u take requests but if u do can u write something cam nsfw hcs.. i loved ur other ones and theres a severe drought of content about my stinky wife
This is been in my inbox for a while, but here we go. Finally got to find out some stuff about his character with the help of YouTube videos because I did like 2 interactions with him and then got friendship. I went nasty with this one! Surprise my germaphobe self by how much fun I had
Cam NSFW headcanons
Tw: Gets nasty because come on now
This guy won't get cleaned for anything at most you'll get is him washing his hands vaguely if you ask, but he's all natural otherwise.
He's probably really into using a unwashed sex toy on you after using it on you the other day or something. It's like you (or maybe himself) are reliving the last time and making it dirtier. A two for one.
Yet in general he has no problem using unsanitary items on you. If he has anything vaguely penis/fleshlight shape in that bag that's now a toy.
But despite how disgusting I'm making him (and is) the sex "toys" he uses specifically on you, himself he doesn't care, he make sure to actually clean those at least after. You know some courtesy.
100% Has a scent kink. The muskier it is the better. Haven't showered for a bit, and he's on you like a hound dog. Leave some dirty underwear out? Yeah that's his now hope you don't mind not that he cares.
Orgasm denial, and edging is his favorite thing to do. Especially if you somehow annoyed him that day, but he'll do it whenever he feels like. He'll make sessions go on for a hour just by edging you alone "Ah ah. Who told you we're done yet?"
However for him he gets to cum inside as many times as he pleases. Trying to fill you to the brim (Hah cum dumpster)
He specially loves doing that when you have your underwear around your keens so he can easily slip them up, and see them get absolutely ruined as it drips down your legs. Favorite site in the world
When/if you first bring up him bottoming he'll act very indifferent about it, but he's very into the idea of despite not showing it
He definitely gives me bratty energy if he's very pent up, and wants to be fucked. Acting out to get your attention.
He's so whiny. Cannot take the energy that he gives. Edge him once, and he cursing under his breath at you while desperately trying to get friction
Very into bdsm stuff in general. Bondage of all kinds, and sensory stuff like blindfolds mostly. Especially if you're squeamish he'll blindfold you, and purposely touch you with something gross feeling and then act like he didn't do anything.
He's just always down to fuck. Even if he wasn't 5 seconds ago now he is since you want to.
Don't ask me why, but I feel like he would really like weird dildos. Bad dragon kind of stuff.
Aftercare is usually just both of you relaxing while you eat something that's mostly edible. He never cleaned you up afterwards mostly because it's hotter to him, and by all he's concerned if you get get fully clean (like a shower/bath) aftercare is over because it's unproductive just to get clean, and then come back to him
"I don't get it, Ellant. Papa said that when I was full grown, I'd be able to join the Wood Wailers or Gods' Quiver. Why is Mama so adamant that I can't join either now?" Rowan asked. She had a much easier time keeping pace with him after her growth spurt.
"Haven't you read the Raven? There's another Calamity upon us, it seems." Ellant had to readjust where he looked when he turned to her. Twas a good thing that Mama was also tall, because then Rowan had at least a few clothes that fit her.
"Aye, and that prophet claims we need every hand at the ready, doesn't he?"
"Aye," he gave a conceding nod to his sister, "But you're about as ready for war as Kei-Kei is for taking over the shop."
"That chocobo is smarter than half the clientele we get," she scoffed, "And I've been training alongside you. I can shoot a bow or swing a lance as well as you can."
Then Rowan managed to trip over a tree root, completely unaware that her foot had gotten caught on it with her lengthened stride.
"If you can't walk to even see the Prophet without tripping, then I think that discounts you from responding to the drums of war," Ellant shook his head and offered a hand to Rowan.
"Wait, we're going to go see him?" Rowan's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Mama thought if you heard how scary it was going to be, then you'd back off," Ellant said, "I doubt that's going to happen with the type of person you are, but I wanted to hear him too."
A decent sized crowd had gathered in the clearing where this Urianger fellow was supposed to say his peace. Apparently, they weren't the only ones who wanted to hear the words of the renegade prophet. Rowan smiled as she realized she wouldn't need to muscle her way up to the front to get a good view anymore. She tried to parse out some of the whispers from the crowd. People say he's been alive since the Third Umbral Era. I heard that he's been able to utterly destroy whole battalions of Garleans with a wave of his staff. No, no, he summons voidsent to do that for him!
Ellant rolled his eyes at all the chatter, "Obviously, these people haven't been invited to the Circle of Knowing..."
"That Sharlyan group that Papalymo's a part of?" Rowan asked. Ellant had been talking to the Lalafellin man a lot more lately, "Did he invite you?"
Ellant nodded, then pointed. "That should be him in the cowl and goggles."
Rowan turned to see an Elezen man of about average height enter the clearing. With his cowl up, it was hard enough to get a look at him, but she could see the large tattoo on his face. Other than that, he didn't seem all that impressive of a figure.
But then he spoke. By the Twelve, did he have a voice to him. Rowan had to shake her head to try and actually listen to what the man was saying rather than just listen to his voice like it was an instrument.
He spoke of a "Mazaya Thousand Eyes". Of prophets of eld and an upcoming calamity. What impressed Rowan the most was his even tone through it all. He didn't fall into the trap of yelling everything he said to impress people by volume. No, he let the words speak for themselves. And, Rowan realized, he kept to the more formal grammar of the prophecies throughout his speech.
The Prophet of the Calamity ended his speech with a call to action, "I only ask that each of you think of what you could do to prevent the Calamity. Whether it be through the strength of arms, or the strength of heart, we all must needs take our place lest Eorzea be doomed."
The crowd turned to each other and started murmuring about what to do. Rowan kept her eye on the figure. He caught her staring and gave a brief nod. Rowan turned her eyes away in embarrassment, but when she looked back up, he'd gone.
"Where'd he go?" Rowan asked Ellant.
"Oh, a lot of those Sharlyan scholars are taught how to disappear into the shadows, apparently," Ellant said, trying to get a bead on the figure himself, "Looks like Master Urianger has that same skill. Let's get out of here before we get lost in the shuffle."
With a nod, the two of them took a less beaten trail out of the clearing. Despite them already knowing the gist of what Urianger had said before, there was still more to digest as they walked through the quiet woods.
"So, what did you think of what he said?" Ellant asked when their home came to view.
"Like, all of it? It didn't scare me like Mama would hope it would."
"I knew that much. But what about the end? Sure you have some strength of arms, but with how scared Mama is..."
"You want me to use my 'strength of heart'?" Rowan made a face at her brother, "I think he was saying that to those who couldn't fight, not at me."
"Ro, Papalymo and the others are extremely worried about the Garleans. Papa and I are going to fight, that's a given. And if it's as hard of a battle as we fear it is, they might win," Ellant paused and shook his head. "If we don't make it back, then who's going to take care of Mama? Who's going to make sure that us Duskwights aren't going to be forgotten and trampled underfoot? If all goes wrong..."
Rowan sighed, "You're more worried that I'm going to die than that we're going to lose, aren't you? That even with you and Papa protecting me, some stray magitek blast is going to get me and you'll have to tell Mama that I didn't make it back."
He nodded.
"And what if you don't make it back? How am I supposed to keep Mama from falling to despair that her trueborn son died?"
"I think you have a better chance than me trying to comfort her that her daughter of choice died."
Rowan rolled her eyes, "It doesn't really matter what I think though, does it? Mama told Papa to not let me in either guild and he's going to enforce it, isn't he?"
Ellant nodded again, "Aye. But at least you understand why, right?"
She shrugged, "I don't know if I do, but I did get to hear a prophet. One thing off of my bucket list."
"You just thought his voice was attractive."
"Hey!" she punched his shoulder affectionately, "It's not like you weren't sitting entranced by it either!"
"That was purely from a musician's stand point and not because I found it to be the voice of my dreams, little tree."
She stuck her tongue out at him and opened the gate, "Still, the battle with the Garleans can't be all that bad, can it?"
Before leaving the First for good, Urianger would have Rowan gather a few letters to be in her possession...
"Ere we depart from the Shelves, I would have thee aid me in a search," Urianger said, "I am afraid that for once, Tataru hath the right of things and I lost something I would rather have thee read."
"Mayhap the Pixies took it?" Rowan asked.
"Nay, I enchanted the letters in question from their prying eyes," Urianger flipped through a book, "But I had to hide them away from Thancred's prying eyes as well."
Rowan nodded, and sorted through some books before some of the information caught up to her, "Wait, you said they were letters?"
"Aye. And fairly well written letters at that..."
"Addressed to me?" Rowan tilted her head.
"Aye."
"Couldn't you just tell me the contents?" Rowan asked.
Urianger sighed, "In the entirely unlikely event that something goes wrong traversing through the Rift, I would have thee hold these close at hand so that thou mayest have my words in the more physical sense of ink and paper rather than in the ephemeral sense of sound and memory."
Rowan walked over to Urianger and hugged him, "We'll make it through. You, G'raha, and Beq Lugg worked too hard on them to not work."
"Oh, I have complete faith in our work," Urianger said. He pressed his cheek against hers, "I do not, how ever, have faith in the fact that I can recreate what I wrote."
"That's your main concern?" she laughed.
"I had spent a long time in composing those letters," Urianger moved to start picking up different books, "I do not wish to see the effort wasted."
"I keep forgetting how much longer you were all here before I arrived on the First..."
After some diligent searching, they eventually found the stack of letters under the cushions of one of the couches in the back of the Shelves.
"This doesn't seem like a place you'd put them..." Rowan muttered, "but it also seems too obvious a place for Thancred to put them..."
Urianger inspected each enveloped letter in turn. "The enchantment warding against the Pixies is still intact, but the seals hath been broken and resealed. If not Thancred, then mayhap his charge hath taken far more from him than we realized..."
Rowan laughed, "That would explain why she was so certain that we'd end up together. You must be pretty convincing in them."
He offered her the letters, "Thou shouldst keep these upon thy person so they may return with thee to the Source."
Rowan bit her lip, "Ah... aye. But would you read them out loud so I can have both sound and memory as well as ink and paper when I read them later?"
I just recently picked up writing this story again and I looked back at some of the stuff I had written before and I'm falling in love with these characters all over again.
