#paimoncompelsyou

[meadowlarksabove]

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair - from Soris

Nonverbal RP Starters (Open)

[inferno-principe]

@paimoncompelsyou

Nicolo loved everything about living in Aelius. The weather was much warmer than where he had grown up, the people were kinder, he was learning more than ever could’ve imagined about magic. However, the one thing he couldn’t stand were his chores. 

Back home, he didn’t have to do much of anything. There weren’t houses to keep up, only tents, and most of all, there were no farms. The forest was much smaller than this commune was. Nicolo didn’t want to work at a farm, he wanted to devote his time to his studies. But Lorenzo insisted he get himself to work, and Elder Fierro considered it the duties of Aelius’ youngest magician to give back to the community. So he was stuck in the field, tending to the commune’s sheep.

It was terribly boring. There was no one else in sight, just him and the flock. In his boredom, he even managed to summon one of his familiars, Tariq (and only Tariq. Djinn would’ve caused trouble). The fiery fox rested at this boy’s feet, yawning.

“Me too, Tariq,” Nicolo followed suit, slumping against the fencepost. “I never want to look at another sheep again.”

But just as he finished speaking, there was a small commotion. Some of the other sheep were bleating loudly, and it appeared as if one of them had gotten their head caught in the fence. Finally! Something exciting! He was going to save this sheep, he’d be a hero!

The boy leapt from his resting spot, placing his hands on the pinned animal to help it maneuver out.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got it!”

[technotranquility-archive]

@paimoncompelsyou​ | human!zen

old, worn wood guarded the footsteps that pushed through the mangled underbrush;

- he has gotten lost before, of course. always one off the beaten path; but it was not often he found spots where even the world seemed lost.

there were few creatures within this curious patch of forest; the biggest one of interest being the ball of heavy crimson flesh.

curiosity far proceeding any self-preservation, he already approached what seemed to be a creature curled up - of humanoid nature, no less.

“...pardon me?, are you okay? - this is not a keen place to take a nap.”

[unsungxheroes]

@paimoncompelsyou (x)

Soris stood awkwardly behind the genasi, hands clasped in front of him nervously. He didn’t usually travel, or at least when he had before it had been with the priests, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask them now. At least not in this town, so close to the main temple complex. Still, even if the man before him didn’t seem intimidating, he felt like a boy who’d been called before the high priest for breaking something again.

“I was expecting a bit more muscle myself,” he replied with a laugh, trying to relax and lighten the mood. “And I’m not a demon, sir, I promise. Tieflings are just like everyone else, we just look a bit different.” The same thing he’d parroted again and again, just as Julio had taught him when he was just a boy. “I just hope you’ll still take me on as a travelling companion.”

  “I know what a Tiefling is.” Minosh rolled his eyes as he turned around. “I’ve travelled with Tieflings before. And don’t tell me anything ‘bout looking different. I’m fucking blue and my hair is flowing in the wind even in closed rooms.” He snorted. This sure was one weird fella. In a good 28 years now Minosh could not remember anybody ever having addressed him as sir. Frankly, he was still undecided on whether he liked it or not.

  “I mean, I guess there’s strength in numbers, right? Ya know how to fight, even just a little bit?”

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@paimoncompelsyou: [x]

Soris frowned slightly, almost hidden in the dark, though the quick flick of his ears was more obvious. He leaned against Wilhuff's, fearless in the dark and privacy of his chambers - enough to even drop his guise, his eyes glowing faintly in their sockets.

He was usually quite obedient, but Tarkin had been gone for some time on assignment, and he had missed him dearly - and, of course, he couldn't exactly express his affections as he'd liked in front of the other holy men. It wasn't his fault, nor could he blame Tarkin for mortals being given such terrible vision, of course, but that didn't mean he wanted him to leave when it felt like he'd only just come home. So, in an uncharacteristic show of magic, the candles replenished themselves, standing as tall and burning as brightly as they had when they'd very first been lit.

"Better?" He asked softly, snuggling further into the bishop's side. "Not too bright?"

Infernal magic was certainly not something the bishop should be allowing, especially within such holy confines. However, it did save time, effort, and resources and was frugality not a virtue?

Wilhuff sighed heavily with a momentary closing of his eyes. "That is acceptable. Thank you." His tone was flat but there was a smirk pulling up one corner of his lips.

He ran a hand again through Soris's hair and then slowly trailed down his back.

"One would think that you had missed me while I was away."

[thegodofdecay]

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[archerwhiterp]

@paimoncompelsyou continued from here

Soris remembered how thrilled he’d been when Archer had suggested they try this. Being bound was something he’d had done to him quite often, and something he very much enjoyed if he was being honest, so the idea of sharing that with Archer was thrilling.

Of course, this was the first time Archer was binding someone, so he expected it to take time. What he hadn’t expected was to be given entertainment for the duration. There was a ring around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too carried away, though he’d been trying to be a good boy. He’d even managed to stay still despite the plug stretching him out and buzzing directly against his prostate. He was hazy eyes and and flushed by the time Archer was finishing, his mouth open in soft pant and needy whimpers.

“Thank you, sir,” he managed, gazing up at him with a potent mixture of lust and adoration. “It feels so good, sir, it’s so good…”

Archer had to hide his grin or ruin the mood. It was too big and goofy and he had to breathe to keep from snorting. He folded his hands together, calmed to put on a more put together look and then turned back to his pet.

One hand laid on Soris’ bare stomach and began to pet him lightly. His touch just soft and gentle against what he knew would be overly sensitive skin. 

“That’s on a low setting but I showed you that it had this little... bulb thing?” He mentioned as he picked up the connecting air pump to the plug. He gave it one small squeeze and the vibrating plug inside of him expanded. It stretched comfortably and stayed there. Archer grinning more.

“We could see how big we can make it.” He offered. His hand continued to pet up and down Soris’ stomach, never dipping far enough under where his belly button would be. 

[fadedintheflames]

"Why did you buy this?" - Soris

@paimoncompelsyou

“Because I thought you would look great in it! Just try it on for me, please? You’re going to look so handsome.” They had bought him an entire outfit, hoping it was the right size.