M6 Proposing To MC

Hi, could we have some M6 marriage proposal headcanons? Thank you!

Absolutely! I would love to do this! I, as usual, got carried away, so it's very long (whoops). I could perhaps be convinced to make a post of pics of the rings I think they'd get you (if interested, shoot me a message in my inbox, haha) 💜 Thanks for your request!

M6 Proposing to MC

Asra

You and Asra have been together for a long time now, long enough where people just sort of assume you're already married. You live together, you run your shop together, you travel together, and so on. Nothing has really been stopping you, it's just that the two of you have been so busy these last few years. Asra really wants to make it official with you, though. You're the absolute love of his life. He hardly remembers a time before you. You've been on a great many journeys together, but he wants to go on even more. So he starts planning...

One evening, when you close up shop, Asra tells you he has a special surprise waiting for you. He's got that mischievous glint in his eye that he always gets when he's up to something. You can't help but laugh as Asra instructs you to wear something that you'd wear to the beach ("Like a swimsuit?" you ask, skeptically. The smirk on Asra's face grows wider and he shrugs, "I don't know. Whatever you wear to the beach." So helpful, Asra)

Asra guides you down to the shoreline, but doesn't stop there. He keeps going until you get to this secluded little cove. From here, you can see the far off lights of Vesuvia twinkling under a dark, velvet sky. Asra lets you pause to take in the view before beckoning you to follow him again. He leads you into a small cave, pitch black at its entrance. You're about to ask him where on earth he's leading you when all of a sudden you're met with bursts of magic like tiny fireworks and glowing mist swirling gently above and around you. Asra smiles softly at you, that impish glint growing brighter with each step you take.

The cave leads out to a small alcove that opens up onto the water. It's absolutely gorgeous. It's like you can see the whole ocean from here. It's here that Asra sets up a small picnic for you, filled with all your favorite foods and desserts and drinks! "MC, will you lay out the blanket for me? I have to grab something from the basket," he asks. You don't think much of it, though there's something a bit strange in his voice. When you're finished with your task, you whirl around and there's Asra, on one knee, holding out a beautiful, bohemian style ring. "MC, you have my heart, and always will. We've been on all kinds of journeys together. But I want to go on even more with you. I wanted to know if you'd like to share all of life's many adventures with me?" His voice is calm but his hands are shaking. And when you say yes, happy tears stream down his face. He slips the ring on your finger before crashing his lips into yours. Asra is utterly delighted💜

Nadia

Nadia has been a bit wary of marriage since her first one turned out so poorly. But with you, everything's different. She's ecstatic, actually, to marry you and has been planning her proposal for basically an eternity now. She wants it to go just right. She has checklists, plans, spreadsheets, and so on for this proposal (none that you're privy to, she keeps them very well hidden). She almost had a heart attack one day when you walked into her office while she was working out some bugs in her plans (though she kept her cool so well, you didn't even notice).

The day she's planning to propose to you, however, everything goes wrong. The florist brings the wrong flowers (Nadia had specifically asked for orchids, but they brought white roses and she shudders, thinking of Lucio). All of the musicians she had in her string quartet canceled, except for the bassist (she sighs, supposing you could have a good background beat when she proclaims her undying love for you). And to top it all off, it's pouring rain (she was planning on proposing out on the veranda, under the pinks and oranges of a beautiful sunset, but alas). She's not upset, just extremely disappointed. All that planning and for what? No matter, she'll simply have to switch gears, she tells herself calmly (but she is anything but calm).

She sends everybody home (florist, bassist, caterers, and so on). When you enter the palace, you're practically drenched from your walk from your shop. Nadia is waiting for you, prepared with a towel and warm tea (or cocoa, whatever you prefer). She directs you to one of the many fireplaces and sits you down on a chaise lounge. You beg her to come snuggle up beside you, excited to have her all to yourself that evening, but she simply stands before you, fidgety and anxious looking. She's acting strangely, her crimson eyes hardly able to make contact with you. "Nadia, what's wrong?" you venture, and all of a sudden, Nadia freezes like she's just seen a ghost. You've never seen her this worked up before. It's quite alarming, actually!

You open your mouth to say something more, worry furrowing your brows, when all of a sudden, Nadia takes a deep breath. She kneels down to the ground in front of you and takes both your hands in hers. Her air of calm returns and soothes you out of your initial concern. "MC," she begins in her dulcet tone, "I'd planned out this- elaborate evening for us and, of course, I was thwarted," she laughs a little, her smile crinkling the corner of her eyes, "It's a long story, but suffice to say, just having you here, snuggling up by the fire together- well, I'd say that's a pretty perfect evening, in and of itself. So I'll take this perfect moment to ask you..." She pulls something out from the pocket of her dress. It's a square, velvet box that she opens, revealing an elegant, sparkling ring. "MC, will you marry me?" She holds her breath, watching your stunned face as you go through a thousand different emotions at once (all of them good). When you say yes, she exhales, tears falling gently down her cheeks as she slips the ring on your finger and presses her lips tenderly to yours 💜

Julian

Julian (oh, Julian). He's probably been carrying a ring around in his pocket for months now, waiting for the right time to propose to you, but too nervous to do it. You fluster him like no one else does. Every time he thinks he's found the right moment, a little seed of worry stops him (what if you say no? what if you say absolutely no? what if you just look at him like he's crazy and say nothing? what if he drops the ring???). Literally nothing is stopping him, except his own anxiety about how he thinks you could potentially maybe possibly react.

The two of you are wandering the streets of Vesuvia one afternoon, hopping from market to market, looking for some ingredients. There's nothing really special about today, but when Julian looks at you, he feels his heart just swell with adoration. This was the day, he thinks. The time is right. But he wants to do it somewhere a little more private, a little less hectic. So Julian directs you to that garden the two of you once hid from the guards in. "What are we doing here?" you question, raising a perplexed eyebrow at him. He merely smirks, waggling his eyebrows in return, "You'll see." He tells you there's something interesting about one of the statues and directs you to take a look at it. You acquiesce, with a bit of hesitance, but Julian is Julian, so him acting sort of weird like this isn't that much of a surprise. It's obviously all a ploy so he can distract you while he pulls out the ring.

So, of course, now that it's the right moment and Julian feels a swell of confidence, he realizes, Good God, I've lost the ring. He could've sworn it was in his coat pocket. Like, it was there yesterday, wasn't it? He's frantically patting himself down, feeling every inch of his coat, his pants. He even looks in his boots. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did it fall out last night at the Rowdy Raven? Was he pickpocketed? Was there a hole in his pocket? What on earth was he to do now that he didn't have the ring? He whirls around, looking frantically for something circular he might be able to use as a replacement until he finds it again. And then he wonders if he should just hold off?

"Hey, Julian, honey," your voice pipes up from behind him, startling the poor man out of his thoughts. He's even more alarmed (and embarrassed) when he turns around and sees you holding up the little black box that was storing your ring. "I think you dropped this," you say, trying everything in your power to not burst into giggles, "It was on the ground right in front of you." Of course it was. You hand the box over to Julian and with a small smile add, "I'll pretend I didn't see it." You give him a small peck on the cheek before turning back to the statue he'd directed you to. Loudly and overenthusiastically, you exclaim how interesting the statue is, allowing Julian to pull himself together. With a renewed wave of confidence, Julian kneels to the ground. "MC?" he begins, gaining your attention again. You whirl around, a knowing smile tugging at your lips as you're greeted by Julian's blushing face. "I know I've rightly fumbled this proposal," he laughs, his eyes already glimmering with tears, "But you've turned this salty old dog into a bumbling, flustered, happy mess. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you be the captain to my first mate?" You burst out laughing, and Julian's heart stops in his chest. "Of course!" you cry, practically throwing yourself into his arms. His worry is quickly forgotten as he slips a timeless, antique ring on your finger and captures your lips in his 💜

Portia

Portia is quite good at keeping secrets, so while the two of you have discussed getting married, she absolutely does not let on about her plans of proposing to you. You are totally in the dark about them, much to her delight. She has the perfect thing planned for the two of you! She goes out shopping for everything she needs for a romantic dinner at her cottage. She even manages to subtly find out from you what kind of ring you'd want. The night before she plans to propose to you, she's so giddy, she can hardly sleep!

The next morning, she lets you sleep for however long you need to (but not too late, she's got a schedule to keep to!). Once you've gotten ready for the day, Portia takes you out to go on an adventure! Since you both have the day off, it's time to do some exploring. She won't tell you where you're going, though. "You'll just have to trust me!" she winks, taking your hand in hers and bounding off towards town. The two of you start in the markets, where you first met. Portia describes to you how positively adorable she thought you were on your first meeting. She'd spilled all those pomegranates everywhere, but you were so kind to help her pick them all up! She was taken with you immediately.

Portia takes you on an entire tour of Vesuvia, stopping at all the places that are significant to you, and even places you just pass every day that you hadn't even realized carried so much meaning. With each stop, she describes something important about your relationship with her. "It was here that we had our first kiss, and there that we first danced. Oh! And here's where that guy tried to pick pocket you-" But you cut in to finish the story, bubbling with laughter, "And you started threateningly waving that basket at him! The look on his face! He was so scared of you, Portia." The two of you double over with laughter. Once you calm down, you start walking back to Portia's cottage. "Why are you doing all of this today?" you question, smiling gently and feeling a bit confused. Portia shrugs, cryptically responding with, "Just feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess."

The sky is bright with the colors of the sunset when you finally return to the cottage. As you're about to enter, Portia whirls around and exclaims, "Oh! Can you grab one of those yellow squash from the garden? I need it for our dinner tonight!" You head back towards the garden, not even an inkling of suspicion in your mind. You spot the best looking, ripest squash in the bunch and start to tug and twist at its stem when you notice something glinting on one of the curly vines shooting off of it. It's a ring, you realize as you pick it up, and quite a lovely looking one, too! It's bright and colorful. You turn to call to Portia, wanting to share your discovery with her, but when you whirl around, she's already kneeling before you, a bright beam on her face. She giggles at your flabbergasted look and says, "MC, this is where I want us to make our home. Well, our home we can come back to in between adventuring. But I've also realized, that no matter where we go, I think I've found my home in you. Would you do me the honor of being my adventure companion, for life?" Before you can even say anything, Portia knows your answer by the way your eyes light up, but she waits for you to say it anyway. When you're finally able to speak, Portia slips the ring on your finger before pulling you into a tight embrace, pressing her lips fervently against yours 💜

Muriel

Muriel wants to marry you so badly, but he's so worried about what you would say if he proposed to you. Do you even want to marry him? Is that something you've even thought about? Is that something you could even comprehend with him? He works himself up into an anxious mess, but he doesn't show it. But you've helped him discover how to be kinder to himself, to be more confident. He loves you with all of his heart and wants to spend the rest of his life making you happy.

Muriel sets to work immediately. He doesn't have any grand plans for your proposal, but only because he knows you'd each want something quiet. His first order of business is the ring. He decides he's going to craft it himself. Secretly, he gathers all his materials and works during times that you're out of the house. If he doesn't know how to shape metal or set a stone into a ring, he learns. He'll spend the rest of his life, learning and growing with you, and he's delighted. After he finishes the ring (and he's sure that it's absolutely perfect), he starts to practice what it is he's going to say. He sits in front of Inanna and goes through a variety of speeches he's worked out in his head. But absolutely none of them seem right. He fumbles over the words, starts to feel emotional when he delves into the intricacies of his love for you (why can't he stop crying when he talks about how grateful he is to have met you? how is he even going to propose at this rate?!).

Finally, Muriel settles on writing it down. He drafts a short, but sweet little proposal and rolls it up. He keeps it hidden somewhere you won't go looking and waits for the right opportunity to bring it out. Now there's the question of when he's going to propose. He wants the timing to be just right. But what would "just right" be? He could cook you a nice dinner and propose when you return from the shop one day. He could hide the ring in the chicken feed and wait for you to discover it while you're helping him feed them someday (but then there was the risk of accidentally feeding a chicken the ring, and the thought spooks him). Brainstorming practically keeps him up all night. And absolutely nothing he comes up with seems right.

The next morning, Muriel rises before you do. He's hardly slept, but he simply can't stay in bed any longer. The anxiety he's getting from trying to come up with the perfect proposal is just too much. He sits down at your breakfast table and sips at a mug of that lemon tea you bought him a few weeks ago. It's warm and citrusy and comforting. As he mulls over even more possibilities, he gazes across the room at your slumbering form. You look so peaceful and calm. He feels a swell of adoration for you, and suddenly, an idea occurs to him. He quietly calls Inanna over to him and enacts his plan. As the sun starts to stream through the windows of the hut, you groggily stretch and open your eyes. The first thing you see is Inanna padding over to the bed, carrying something gently in her mouth. "Good morning, Inanna. What's that you've got there?" you begin sleepily, reaching for whatever it is she has. It's a little wooden box with a small scroll attached to it. Curious, you unroll the piece of paper first. In Muriel's messy handwriting is written, "MC, you've shown me how to love myself. I hope to be able to show you how much I love you, too. For the rest of my life, I promise to cherish you. Will you marry me?" Speechless, you open up the wooden box. Inside is an intricately carved ring with a raw emerald in the center. You look up to see Muriel striding towards the bed, a blush spreading across his cheeks. You toss aside the covers and throw your arms around him. "Yes, Muriel! Yes!" you cry, happy tears streaming down both your face and his. He pulls you into a warm embrace and presses his lips tenderly to yours 💜

Lucio

Lucio is incapable of keeping a secret, so you pretty much know that he's going to propose to you pretty soon. You've heard him (loudly) discussing it with his friends and attendants, trying to plan out the perfect day. You don't really hear the details, but you definitely know it's coming. Lucio is beside himself with glee during the planning process. He has so many ideas, it's actually hard for him to settle on just one.

First order of business is the ring, but he's pretty much got that covered right away. He's had it custom made and it's as elaborate and glamorous as possible. There's no way he's letting your elegant hands be tarnished by anything less than the best. Second order of business: the flowers. Your favorites, of course, and then a plethora of white roses. He wants bouquets upon bouquets. You have to be surrounded by flowers, wherever it is that he ends up proposing to you. Then there's the venue. The palace gardens? A yacht party? A masquerade ball? There are so many brilliant possibilities, can't he just do all of them? Lucio, after some talking down from some of the other M6, settles on the finest restaurant in Vesuvia (but he has some extra surprises in the day for you). He scores you the best seats in the house and makes all kinds of special requests for the menu.

The day of the proposal, you're awoken with breakfast in bed, and your first set of bouquets. Lucio is ecstatic, practically bouncing off the walls. He promises you a day of luxury and non-stop fun! It's all a bit overwhelming, but you can tell Lucio put a lot of work into trying to plan something elaborate and romantic for the two of you. There's a carriage ride around Vesuvia (with more flowers), a couples massage/spa day before a light lunch (and even more flowers), a hot air balloon ride in the evening (and even more flowers, did Lucio just massacre an entire field of flowers?). All the while, Lucio makes sure to tell you all the things he finds adorable about you and all the things he loves. "MC, I think you and I are the greatest couple in Vesuvia. No, this side of the continent. No! The whole entire world," he proclaims as you look out over the sprawling streets of the city from where you hover above in your hot air balloon. You simply laugh at all of his grandiose claims, laughs that Lucio silences with sneaky kisses.

Upon landing, you set out for your dinner. He really did score not only the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in Vesuvia, but the best seats in the house. You're seated on the balcony, overlooking the water below. The breeze is lovely and the sky is twinkling with starlight. Lucio has made arrangements for your meal already. They come in tiny tasting portions, but there's plenty of food so there's no need to worry about not getting enough. Over dessert, Lucio holds your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and staring rather impishly into your eyes. He wears a mischievous smirk and you have a feeling you know what's coming. So when the champagne arrives and you spot something glinting at the bottom of your glass, you're not surprised. But you are absolutely delighted. Lucio fishes the ring out for you (he struggles a bit trying to get the prongs of a fork to hook around the metal, but he manages). He looks confident, but his hands are trembling as he kneels down in front of you. "MC, I really mean it when I say I think we're the greatest couple in the world," he begins, smiling brightly up at you, his pale eyes twinkling, "Together, I think we can take it by storm. They won't know what hit 'em! Want to make us The official power couple of Vesuvia? No, the whole world!" His proposal is utterly ridiculous, so you can't help but laugh. "Yes, Lucio. Just promise me you don't actually have any plans of world domination," you laugh as Lucio slips the huge, sparkling ring on your finger. He shrugs, winking at you before lifting you up and twirling you around in his delight. He embraces you tightly and passionately ensnares your lips in his 💜

Bonus points if Lucio takes a swig out of the wrong glass and nearly chokes on the ring (because that is something he would totally do).

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.hah


rating: explicit (very lol)

pairing: julian/reader or julian/choose your own apprentice

—

You take a moment to savor the sight of him. Julian looks the perfect picture of debauched innocence. And isn’t that a ridiculous thought—but he does, with his white shirt still around his shoulders, but spread wide, baring everything, and that rosy flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his heaving chest, staining it a pretty pink. His head is turned to the side so that he can bite down on a knuckle while still obeying the letter of your instructions, and his eyes are glazed with desperation as he looks down at you sidelong through his lashes.

He looks for all the world like a shy and blushing virgin opening up for you like a flower.

—

You grin against Julian’s lips as you straddle him, pushing him roughly back against the bed. His arms encircle your waist, and he whines plaintively into your mouth as you pry them away, the sound immediately turning into a gasp as your fingers wrap tightly around his wrists and push them down.

You hold them firm at either side of his head. “Hands stay here,” you tell him sternly, nipping at his lower lip, “by your head until I say you can move them. Understand?”

He makes a strangled noise, nodding vigorously.

“Say it.”

His pale irises are almost swallowed in the black of his pupils. “Y-yes. I understand.”

“Good boy.” You proceed to bite and lick and kiss a meandering trail down his body, your fingertips teasing at his sides, amused all the while by the abortive little grabbing motions of his hands. But he obeys your order, staving off temptation by reaching up to grab the edge of the headboard with one, clenching at the pillow beneath his head with the other.

You take your time on the way down, alternating with feather light teasing and rough bites and scratches. By the time you reach his hips, pressing a thumb hard into the groove by one hipbone, he’s already jerking and twitching, whispering little half-voiced pleas. He lifts his head up as you push his legs apart and settle between them, and the look on his face is wild, almost panicked, like he’s not quite sure how he got here, or how

you got there.

You nuzzle at the inside of his lightly furred thigh and he makes a sort of gurgling noise, slamming the back of his head back down to the pillow. “Darling, I, I,” he wheezes. His cock is straining upward, smearing fluid against his abdomen. “I don’t think I’ll last long if you—”

You shove his legs a little wider, and his voice breaks off into an inarticulate shout as you reach up and cup his balls, giving them a squeeze just this side of painful. His nails are scratching audibly at the headboard, and you shoot him a wicked grin.

“Did I say you could speak?”

A high little whimper escapes him.

“Good boy,” you say, rewarding him by teasing lightly up the length of his cock with your nails, even as you keep the too-tight grip of his balls in your other. Your thumb draws a circle over the head, teases at the slit.

“Hnngh!” Julian’s foot kicks at the mattress involuntarily, the muscles in his thighs flexing and quivering. Heat coils in your belly at the sight. He’s putty in your hands, bending to every whim.

“You don’t need to worry about lasting, Julian. I don’t expect you will, not with what I have in mind.”

“H-nn
 But I—ah!—want to give you pleasure, too,” he protests, lifting his head up to get a better look at you.

“Oh, believe me, you will.”

His mouth falls open at that, at the undercurrent of promise and threat twisted together into just the sort of potent brew you know spins him around like catnip. He groans, his head falling back against the pillow again.

Releasing his balls, you grip his inner thigh firmly, running your thumbnail over the crease where it meets his groin. You wait until the moment he breathes a sigh of commingled relief and disappointment from the release of his most delicate bits—and you pounce, laving the head of his cock with your tongue.

(Judging from that sound he just made, Julian might have swallowed his own.)

You laugh against him even as you take the head of his cock in your mouth. (Oh, he really likes that vibration, doesn’t he?) Using your free hand, you angle his member for better access—just the gentle guidance of your fingertips against his shaft, not any more than that, not yet. It wouldn’t do to have him finishing too quickly, even considering your plans for the evening. You tease the ridge with your tongue and give him just the barest scrape of teeth before releasing the head with a pop.

You take a moment to savor the sight of him. Julian looks the perfect picture of debauched innocence. And isn’t that a ridiculous thought—but he does, with his white shirt still around his shoulders, but spread wide, baring everything, and that rosy flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his heaving chest, staining it a pretty pink. His head is turned to the side so that he can bite down on a knuckle while still obeying the letter of your instructions, and his eyes are glazed with desperation as he looks down at you sidelong through his lashes.

He looks for all the world like a shy and blushing virgin opening up for you like a flower. Such perfect surrender, oh yes.

“I’m going to devour you,” you growl, falling on him in earnest..

“Ha—AH!”

His cries are sweet in your ears as you lick up and down the length of him, teasing mercilessly at his slit with the tip of your tongue and savoring the bitter-salt musk of him. He begins to babble in his mother tongue, interspersed with barely intelligible praise and pleas of “yes, sweet, oh, God, like that, perfect, I can’t, oh—” You take the head in your mouth again, bobbing on it and hollowing your cheeks as you stroke firmly down his length with your hand. Julian’s feet kick uncontrollably at the bed as he twists and writhes.

Several times, you take him down as far as you can without choking. You breathe deeply to relax yourself, letting him bump against the back of your throat. Finally you swallow him all the way down, your throat working him as your nose nuzzles against his thatch of dark russet curls.

If there weren’t sound dampening charms on the shop, the neighbors would surely hear him yelling now, his voice breaking like something brittle. He arches up off the bed, his hips thrusting involuntarily. Pinning his hips to the bed, you move up and down the length of his cock, swallowing him over and over.

You feel him throbbing hotly in your mouth, and he gasps out, “Ah, I’m—FUCK—c-close!”

You’re tempted to just keep swallowing him down to feel his seed coursing hot down your throat; but you’ve got all night for that. After the sight of him laid out in such beautiful submission, nothing in the world is going to stop you from watching his face when he comes. So you reluctantly pull back, replacing your mouth with your hand, giving the slit one last teasing lap of your tongue.

You stroke him hard and fast now, and he starts to thrust up into your hand—a liberty you haven’t granted him, but you allow it, if only because of the delicious way the muscles of his abdomen flex and roll. “Oh, you lovely thing,” you purr. “If you could see yourself
”

“Can’t, I, I’m,” he rasps, head tossing from side to side, “going to—”

“Go on. Let me see you, beautiful.”

His nails rake the mattress, and his spine bows. He lets out a sharp cry that abruptly chokes off, his mouth remaining open in a silent scream as he throbs powerfully in your hand, and oh—

His spend splatters over his pale skin as his eyes screw shut, and every muscle in his body pulls taut. The cords of his neck stand out starkly, a deep shudder rolling through him as his hips roll in little jerks, his cock spurting again and again, and you’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in your life.

As his body sags back down, you drag your thumb through his emissions, reaching up and pressing it against his lips. He groans deep and draws it in, his tongue hot against your skin as he tastes his own seed.

Your other hand is still working him steadily as he softens, even though he’s beginning to twitch and hiss from over sensitivity. Pulling your thumb from his mouth, you reach down and cup his balls again, rolling them gently, mercilessly.

“G-nngh!” His eyes flash wide with alarm as he realizes you have no intent of stopping, and his body twists and trembles. “I, you—AHH—what are you—” He breaks off with a mewling little sound that sends molten, shivery heat pooling in your abdomen and between your thighs.

“Did you want me to stop?” you ask, almost sing-song.

He doesn’t reply, only makes a strangled sound as his upper back bends so sharply that the top of his head touches the mattress. You miss the sight of his face, but his slim pale throat is stretched out and bared to you, and your mouth waters for it.

He’s already hardening again in your hand. You’re surprised; you weren’t sure this would work without magic, let alone so quickly. You bend to take him in your mouth again, savoring the feel of his cock rapidly firming against your tongue.

Hmm—you’re not sure, but you don’t think whatever words that are coming out of his mouth now belong to any language at all. You grin around him and hum low in your throat.

He yelps, suddenly jerking violently upright, and before you can grasp what’s happening he’s grabbed you by the waist, pulled you up and flipped you over onto your back. You blink up at him in shock. His expression is similar, like once again he doesn’t understand how he got here, how you got there.

You recover first, smirking at him slowly. “Bad boy,” you say. With both hands you cup his face, wiping at the tears collected at the outer corners of his eyes. “You’ll have to be punished.”

He growls, rolling his hips against you, the length of his cock hard and insistent. His eyes are heavy lidded and dark with lust, lips curling, teeth flashing in something like a challenge.

Oh. Oh, he’s delightful—and he certainly doesn’t look innocent anymore.

You reach down between your bodies and trail your fingertips up the length of his cock. “I wonder,” you say, as though considering what his punishment should be—though of course this was your plan all along. “Just how many times can I do that to you before I’ll have to use magic to get you hard again?”

His breath catches, those red-bitten lips falling open in invitation, and he moans helplessly as you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug his mouth down to yours.

3 years ago
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YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO CATBOY

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