Haven't done one of these in a while, so here's something soft and sweet and a teensy bit spicy!
Asra loves to start off slow and gentle with wrist kisses. He looks at you underneath his snowy lashes, a mysterious glimmer in his eyes. Feather-light, he presses his lips to your wrist, sending delightful shivers up your arm.
It tickles a bit and makes you giggle, a sound that's music to his ears. Asra beams brightly before he draws himself up to capture your lips with his. He swallows up your laughter, presses you close to him as you tangle your fingers in his curls. Each strand is soft against your fingertips. He hums into you as you deepen the kiss.
Asra's fingers slide up underneath the hem of your shirt. His hands are warm against you. You can feel the familiar thrum of his magic flowing through him. Even when he's not using it, you can sense its comforting presence.
Asra's kisses always convey a deep affection, a powerful yearning for you and your spirit. He drinks you in like he's parched.
Nadia loves to press featherlight kisses to your eyelids. Her plush lips always grace you with warmth and gentility. She moves to litter kisses across your cheekbones, along your jawline, and at the corners of your lips. When she pulls back, her eyes are alight with a sultry mischief.
At this point, you're flushed and feeling rather sheepish under her confident, enigmatic gaze. She delights in seeing you so flustered. So she pulls you in, letting you melt into her embrace, lips moving slow and passionate against yours.
Her fingernails gently tickle your hipbone as she traces them along your exposed skin. Her laugh is lyrical whenever you gasp into her or let out a tragic little moan. Though she loves to tease, she loves to reward you just as much.
Nadia's kisses convey an immense respect for you and your vulnerability, a radiant warmth. She worships you in every way she feels you deserve.
Julian loves to give and receive neck kisses. He's all smiles at the sight of you, the corners of his eyes crinkling with joy as he leans in to scatter kisses along your neck. Laughter rumbles through his chest while his long fingers ghost along your dips and curves.
Nibble👏this👏man👏 Julian is a wreck when he's receiving. His cheeks are crimson and his moans are positively pathetic. Bites are more than welcome and you'll get to watch him turn into a lanky, auburn mess.
He likes to steal away with you. Any opportunity to feel you against him. He'll pull you down alleyways, sneak backstage, find an empty linen closet. His hands are always searching, pulling you close, wanting you as near as possible.
Julian's kisses convey a longing that is body and soul. He tries his damnedest to show you how much you mean to him.
Portia loves to start with mischievous little kisses behind your ear. She's always giggling when she starts, tucking back the strands of your hair and leaning in to tickle the tender flesh at the base of your lobe.
A lot of times, it starts with a tickle fight and ends with her littering your face with kisses, before she moves to make things a bit more heated. She loves the way you gasp at her first touch, the way your hands grasp desperately at her soft thighs.
Your fingers tangle in Portia's curly locks and it's moments of bliss like this that she is grateful for. Whether it's quiet evenings in her cottage, cozied up under some blankets, or enjoying a picnic lunch break on some adventure, Portia loves to make sure you know how much she adores you.
Portia's kisses are bubbly and bright, conveying her deep adoration for you. She breathes you in like a crisp spring breeze.
Muriel loves your lips. They're plush and soft against him. He'll pull you into his lap while the two of you are sitting in front of the fire and just hold you close for a moment. When you gaze up at him, firelight twinkling in your eyes, he can feel heat creep to his cheeks.
You're usually the first to initiate, but sometimes he'll lean down and press his lips softly against yours. He's slow and gentle at first, just luxuriating in the feel of you against him. But when your tongue traces his parted lips, he'll deepen the kiss.
In his warm embrace, you feel protected. And he wants to make sure that you know how safe he feels in your arms, too. The intimacy and vulnerability that he shares with you is deeply important to him. Quiet moments like this are ones that he cherishes.
Muriel's kisses honor you, in every way possible. He envelopes you with warmth and love.
Lucio loves to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. This man will press kisses from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and everywhere in between. There is nowhere on you that this man won't have put his lips.
He also does not care who is watching. PDA is a non-issue for him. In fact, if people get to see the two of you making-out, they should consider it a privilege. His favorite way to initiate, however, is pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, before trailing up your arm, and littering your face with even more.
Lucio is particularly handsy. There's always an impish gleam in his eye and a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gets a great deal of enjoyment out of making you blush and gasp. He's got a more tender side, too, but that's exclusively reserved for when the two of you are in private.
Lucio's kisses venerate you, anywhere and everywhere, as he feels you deserve. He simply can't get enough of you.
Here's a little headcanon of some sultry little keepsakes that I think the M6 would keep on them when they are away from MC. Spicy, of course. 18+, Minors DNI!
An enchanted necklace MC helped craft for him that sends delightful tingles through his body when he caresses it. He and MC made matching necklaces together. They combined their powers to imbue it with deeply personal magic. The process of creating it was intensely intimate, involving a union of both the physical and metaphysical.
The necklace is fairly subtle in the way it looks, made of moonstone and citrine. The crystals hang on an antique bronze chain that dips low under the collar of his shirt. It pulses a gentle, familiar energy where it rests against his heart. Whenever he travels, he makes sure to wear it. He feels joyously flustered when he remembers the day he and MC created it. He likes to relive that memory a lot.
Asra makes sure to wear the necklace every time he communicates with MC via his water skype (I saw someone call it that once and that's honestly the only way I can think of it now, haha). MC's matching necklace has a magical connection to Asra's, which the two can certainly have some fun with...
An erotic letter MC wrote her. It's spritzed with a bit of MC's cologne/perfume, and the sensual words it contains is enough to make even the most stoic of individuals blush.
Nadia keeps it stowed safely away in a secret compartment of one of her pieces of luggage. She pulls it out when she's by herself in her quarters, lonely in whatever palace she's traveled to for her diplomatic missions. It renders even her eloquent tongue speechless. She tries to picture what MC was doing just before they wrote the letter. The thought often distracts her during meetings.
One evening, Nadia decides to act out a few things that MC wrote in the letter, and then write a response to MC describing everything she felt and all the delightfully naughty things she can't wait to do to MC when she gets home...
A tasteful pinup photo/drawing (depending on if you want a modern AU or not) of MC on the inside lid of his compass. MC bought the compass for him at the market, surprising him with it one morning with the pinup already taped to the inside. Julian keeps the compass on his person at all times.
Ooooo boy, does it give Julian a thrill every time he opens up the compass to confirm the direction he's traveling. In fact, it's more than a bit distracting. He thinks its quite daring and deliciously risque of MC for gifting him such a thing. A roguish smile always forms on his lips when he catches a glimpse of it. Sometimes, he'll pull it out of his pocket when he has a quiet moment, just to stare at it.
Julian slips away with it, propping it up on his bedside table while he enjoys some much needed alone time. He likes to imagine MC showing up out of the blue on whatever ship he's sailing on, dressed in the very lingerie they wear in their photo/drawing. He's antsy to return home to them...
MC's perfume/cologne on a kerchief. It's just a simple, white kerchief with MC's initials embroidered in blue on one corner. But it smells so delightfully of them.
Portia keeps it tucked in her undershirt and, while it's not overtly sensual per say, she can't help but feel a bit of excitement every time she brings it to her nose. Keeping it close to her means it smells like her and MC combined, reminding her of the sultry activities the two of them get up to when they're together. There's an impish twinkle in her eyes every time she pulls it out.
Portia eventually reciprocates the gesture and leaves behind a floral handkerchief for MC. She hopes it brings them as much comfort and pleasure as theirs does to her. She also leaves behind a mischievous little note that's sure to thrill MC, describing all the things she thinks of when she smells their pleasant scent...
A figurine of MC, that MC modeled for. MC had to beg and plead for Muriel to make one of himself for them. Finally he acquiesced.
The figurine itself is not especially detailed, but it holds the memory of the day MC posed for it. It was in the privacy of Muriel's hut, MC draped across the furs in front of the fireplace, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. This felt like such a momentous, intimate moment for Muriel. A moment where he could let his guard down, and MC could let theirs down, too. The two of them took a number of breaks in the process to blow off some steam.
Whenever MC is away, he pulls the figurine from his pocket and blushes a deep red. His heart flutters with the memory of that afternoon. He hopes MC hurries home, so maybe they can pose for him once again. And perhaps do a bit more together...
MC's underwear and truly the raunchiest photo/painting he could possibly take of MC. He's already got a million paintings of the two of them, hanging in the palace, mostly kept away in his private quarters. But this one is *extra* special and *extra* spicy.
In true form to Lucio, he keeps both the photo and the undergarment on his person at all times while traveling. He's not especially careful with where he pulls out the photo, but tries to keep it as hidden as possible. He finds it thrilling to whip it out in spaces where anyone could walk in while he's looking at it. But he also wants to respect MC's privacy and tries to be careful.
The underwear is MC's best pair. Lucio hides it in an inner pocket of his blazer. He only pulls it out when he's alone in his bedroom (or has guaranteed privacy elsewhere) and when he's in a *mood* (which is rather often). He's left behind a portrait for MC and a pair of his finest, as well (a silky crimson number with his gilded name embroidered across the ass). He hopes they get as much enjoyment out of his gifts for them as he gets out of their gifts for him.
Hello all! I rarely do visual headcanons, but I thought this one would be a fun one to do it for! Here's some lingerie that give me M6 vibes. Whether it's the M6 or your MC wearing these/variations on these, whatever! I just found these and tried to match them up to their respective M6 :) I've listed where they're from as well. Do I plan to draw these? Eventually, yes, haha. But it might be a bit lol. Or I might write some short drabbles for them :) Enjoy! 18+ MINORS DNI
It's been a long week at the shop, so the M6 decide to treat you to a nice romantic date! (Some of these are spicier than others). 18+ (MINORS DNI)
It's been a long day in the shop. Customers have been flying through the door, asking for readings, looking for herbs and spells and what not. You and Asra have hardly had a moment to breathe. So when the last person finally files out of the door, Asra is quick to turn the sign to "Closed" and lock up. Slumping against the door, the two of you breathe a sigh of relief. It's been such a long week, and it promises to be a long weekend. Business has been booming, which is great and all, but it means you've hardly had a moment to relax. Asra can sense you're growing anxiety over it.
"Wait here," he whispers to you, gently brushing his lips against your temple, "I'll come get you in a minute." He dashes up the stairs to the apartment, leaving you more than a bit confused. You keep yourself busy by tidying up the shop. After a few minutes, you hear your name being called from the top of the stairs. Asra stands on the landing, a mischievous smile on his face, beckoning you up.
"What's going on?" you question with a small laugh. Asra merely grins at you and winks, "You'll see." He leads you up to your rarely used rooftop, helping you up the somewhat rickety ladder. What you see when you reach the top takes your breath away. Asra has set up a rooftop picnic. Candles surround a purple blanket, which is covered with your favorite foods and drinks. Above, the sunset is fading in pinks and purples, starlight peeking through wispy clouds.
"I thought you could use some relaxation after this long week," Asra speaks, guiding you towards the blanket, "And maybe some fun?" With this, you feel a gentle, electric spark from his fingertips. He beams coyly at you. "What would you like first? Dinner or dessert?" he breathes, lips centimeters from yours, breath fanning across your chin. His kiss is tender, tongue tracing your lips. You lose yourself in his comforting scent and gentle touch.
You opt for dessert first. You and Asra make love under the stars, his warm hands roving your body, melting away any stress you've held in your muscles over the week. Afterwards, you snuggle up together in the cool evening breeze and enjoy a leisurely picnic. The air is filled with the sound of your laughter and joy well into the night.
Your shoulders slump as you wander through the palace hallways. It's been a long week of meetings for Nadia and running the shop for you. All you really want is to snuggle up with her, a good book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. As you make your way towards Nadia's study to retrieve her, you hardly pass anyone, not even an attendant, which is rather strange. The corridors are oddly silent.
"Nadia?" you call out as you turn the handle to her study. The lights are off, save a few candles flickering warmly around the room. "Come in, my darling," you hear her sultry voice drawl. A blush spreads across your cheeks as you spot Nadia, perched on the edge of her desk, wearing nothing but a smirk and a sheer, lavender robe. Her hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders.
Swiftly, you shut the door behind you, worrying someone might pass by. She chuckles, "Don't worry, my love. I've sent all my attendants away, so we won't be disturbed." She rises from her seat, hips swaying as she struts towards you. "I thought after our long week, we deserve some time to ourselves," she purrs, running a perfectly manicured fingernail along the edge of your jaw, sending pleasant shivers throughout your body.
The rest is a whirlwind. Nadia captures your lips with hers, kisses impassioned and fervent. Clothes are abandoned on the study floor and, in a moment of enthusiasm, you sweep your arm across the desk, sending papers this way and that. You're glad the hallways are abandoned. Anyone passing by is sure to hear the creaking and groaning of the old mahogany desk.
After your passionate love making, you and Nadia tidy up the study, setting everything back in its place. The two of you retire to your shared bedroom, opening up a bottle of wine and chattering into the night. You feel relaxed in Nadia's embrace, the stresses of the week washing away.
You've been running around town all day, dashing through the streets of Vesuvia, weaving through crowds of shoppers at the market. Your grocery totes are heavy with goods for the shop and produce for your kitchen. Julian's been busy at his clinic all day, but you're hoping he'll be home by the time you get there. You could use an evening of relaxation with him.
After lugging all your groceries into the shop, you notice a scrap of paper sitting on the counter-top, Julian's familiar, messy handwriting scrawled on it. It reads, Good evening, darling. If you're up for it, meet me at the beach. -J. Perplexed, but eager, you put away all your goods and high-tail it to the seaside. Leave it to Julian to not tell you where on the beach he's waiting for you. You search around for a moment, before finding yet another note scrawled on a scrap of paper, Getting closer. -J.
You follow a series of notes guiding you further from the city until you find yourself in a secluded little cove, lit by the pinks and oranges of the sunset. There's Julian, standing near a wooden rowboat, big enough for two. He's got a proud smile on his face, his billowing white shirt open in the front, exposing his rugged, bare chest to the sea breeze. "I'd hoped you'd turn up," he beams, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You smile against him, "What adventure does the magnificent Doctor Devorak have planned for us this evening?" He flashes a devilish grin at you, "Well, I thought we could go for a quick jaunt out to sea, before enjoying a picnic on the beach?"
Julian rows the two of you out onto the calm water, far enough from the shore where you can have a bit of privacy. It's peaceful out here, the gentle roll of the waves calming your frayed nerves from the week. Julian draws you in close, his hands cupping your face as he presses his soft lips to yours. As with all Julian encounters, things swiftly turn heated. Before you know it, the boat is rocking with the motion of your hips and his. The ocean breeze carries your pleasured sighs and soft moans through the air.
Evening fades to night, a glittering blanket of stars a veil over Vesuvia as you and Julian make love to one another on the tranquil ocean waves. More than once, Julian nearly tumbles out of the boat in his enthusiasm (eliciting laughs from both of you). When the two of you are finished, you make your way back to shore and spend the rest of the night gazing up at the constellations, locked in one another's comforting embrace.
Your whole body feels rigid, tense after a long week of work. You step out of the shop, turning to lock up when you hear someone shout, "Boo!" behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You whirl around and are greeted by Portia's sparkling beam, mischief glittering in her blue eyes. You crack a smile at the sight of her, her mere presence brightening your evening. "Wanna go on a date?" she offers, gently pecking your cheek.
You interlace your fingers with Portia's and she leads you away from the shop, weaving through the alleys of Vesuvia. "Where are we going?" you venture, to which Portia merely winks and adds, "It's a surprise." You let her guide you along the pristine canals until you reach the palace walls. You slip through the gates, unnoticed, and Portia brings you to the hedge maze. You look to her, confused, but she simply smiles, a bubbly giggle escaping her lips as she dashes into the maze. You follow close behind, trying not to lose her.
When you're spit out of the shrubbery, you're greeted with a little tent, aglow with warm light and filled with freshly baked treats. Pillows and blankets adorn the ground within, cozy and inviting. You beam at Portia, delighted by this lovely surprise. A bouquet of sunflowers lays across one of the blankets, tied with a sparkly yellow ribbon. "The Countess said it would be alright for us to have a sleepover here," Portia twitters, taking you by the hand and leading you inside the tent, "I thought you could use a little break from the outside world."
Much of your evening is spent in Portia's embrace, her soft lips pressing featherlight kisses along the length of your body. In the solitude of the center of the maze, you and Portia enjoy your own little world, breathy sighs and yearning keens filling the tent. Her fingers work miracles on the knots in your muscles and massage every part of your body.
After you make love, the two of you settle in for the night, cuddled close as you whisper sweet nothings and giggle into the wee hours of the morning.
You're covered in mud and leaves after stumbling through the forest. A sudden downpour has you soaked through, shivering and cold. You burst through the door of Muriel's hut, frustrated by the state your in. You feel tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. You've already had a rough day at the shop (a couple of angry customers giving you trouble for no reason). The last thing you wanted was to be rained on.
But your foul mood dissipates as soon as you see what's waiting for you in Muriel's hut. The fire is lit in the hearth, crackling jovially. The smell of clove wafts through the air, no doubt from the hearty stew that's bubbling in a pot over the fire. Muriel smiles softly at you from where he's standing over the pot. "Welcome home," he greets, voice low and rumbly, "Dinner's not quite ready yet." His brows crinkle with concern as he registers how disheveled you look. He crosses the room in just a few strides, hands reaching for yours. "You're soaked," he states, gently rubbing some of the dirt off your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Muriel draws a bath for you, filling it with a eucalyptus soap he's been saving for a special occasion. You strip off your wet clothes, dumping them near the fire to dry. Muriel blushes as you start to climb into the tub. "Are you going to join me?" you offer, passing him a coquettish smile. His gaze flicks over to you, cheeks crimson as he nods slowly. The water sways as he joins you in the tub, splashing over the sides a bit. "Sorry," he mumbles, but you simply chuckle, pressing your lips to his.
The two of you end up getting soapy water all over the floor of the hut. Muriel's large hands massage your tense muscles. His lips kiss away any and all stress. Waves roll over the top of the water with the shared rocking of your hips. You feel entirely loved in Muriel's protective embrace.
After your steamy bath together, Muriel sits you down for a rejuvenating dinner. You feel warmed from the inside out, delighted by your wonderful and loving company. The rest of the evening is spent snuggled up in front of the fire, Muriel's gentle heartbeat a lullaby that puts you to sleep.
After the long week you've had, you're ready to go home to some puppy snuggles with Mercedes and Melchior. And some Lucio snuggles, too. The minutes seem to crawl by in the shop as you wait for the day to be over. Finally, it's time to close up. You dash out of there as fast as you can and make your way up to the palace.
Lucio no doubt has plans for the two of you this evening. He always does. You might have to rain on his parade a little though. You don't really feel like going out tonight, which is usually what he wants to do, whether it be dinner at some fancy restaurant or drinks at the Rowdy Raven with everyone else. You could really just use some time at home, no plans, no people. Just you and Lucio and the dogs. You pause at the door to his room, prepping yourself for the whining Lucio is no doubt going to subject you to when you announce you don't feel like going out.
When you open the door, however, you're startled by the pop of a champagne cork flying across the room. Heat blooms across your cheeks as you are met with Lucio, lying sprawled over the silken sheets, wearing absolutely nothing but a devilish grin. He's surrounded by rose petals. Candles flicker around the room and the smell of rose oil is heady in the air. "Care for a glass of bubbly, my dove?" he purrs, pouring the sparkling golden liquid into two crystal champagne flutes. An impish smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you drop your bag to the ground and stride slowly towards the bed.
"What's all this?" you question, tone sultry and low. Lucio looks quite proud of himself as he passes you a glass, "I thought we could use some alone time. I feel like I've hardly seen you this week and I want you all to myself tonight. I don't feel like sharing," he winks, before he crashes his lips into yours. He's swift to help you remove your clothing, tossing them haphazardly to the ground. Your energy feels renewed by Lucio's enthusiasm. He takes his time to pleasure you, quite serious when he meant he didn't want to share you tonight.
Lucio's wing is filled with his husky grunts and your pleasured moans. This is everything you needed tonight. Lucio's generosity is enough to make you forget all your troubles for the week. After this raucous session of love-making, Lucio treats you to a private dinner before the two of you are back at it again.
