Imagine Your Favorite Character ... NSFW

Imagine your F/C is a divine being or spellcaster that uses glyphs or runes to cast spells. You are their lover, and they take the time to carve these symbols into your body. For lust, submission (or domination), darkness, desire, passion and anywhere in between to shape their S/O into the lover or pet they’ve, deep down, yearned for.

Imagine your FC has plans tonight, and they require you to look your absolute best. Over the phone, they go into detail on what you have to do for the party/get together/etc; they have a perfect picture of you, and it is definitely in your best interest of maintaining that image, and in this case, their own image as well. You start up an unplanned shower and lather up, scents that you don’t like and never will begin to permeate the already heavy air. You follow their orders to a t, as if it’s their own hands taking the lead. In the past, you knew next to nothing about make up, about braiding hair and the actual effort behind a pretty face. You look in the mirror after the shower and the hair drying and the plucking and painting and you don’t recognize yourself for so many reasons more than just the foreign face gazing back out. You pick up on another face in the mirror and you jump back, surprised they had made it home so early, surprised by how quiet they can be. They have bright and loving smile but their eyes reflect a darker intention, they hand you the outfit they personally picked out for this occasion and ask you to hold it up so they can be the judge on whether or not it’s up to their standards. They approve the attire on the condition that a little something goes with it, and leave you to dress while they fetch it. You stand in front of the mirror once more and feel more distant from what you see. You feel like a clown in this overly fancy get up, as if this was all some twisted way to further mock you over how low you are willing to go. Every stitch in the dress was for them and for their ‘audience’. Sneering at the sight, you balled your fists at your sides before you see something dangling in front of your face. Next to you, this was the most valuable possession in their collection, a jewel that you couldn’t hope to compare to and yet, one in the same to your FC. They wrap the chain around your neck and smile at your reflections together. “Now, it’s perfect.” “...I hate it.” The chain of the necklace pulled back, just enough to stress your throat but not leave a mark. “You are going to play nice.” The fear in your eyes was enough of a yes for them to release it, letting you take small, shaky breaths. “Get in the car, my diamond, we can’t be late.”

Imagine you’re sleeping with your f/c at night. You wake up from a bad dream. You notice they're awake too. You tell them you had a nightmare. They spoon you. You’re the little spoon. They begin to pet you, and as they do, they reach up your shirt as they kiss the back of your neck. Then, they reach into your pants and stroke your sex while whispering sweet nothings to you. The rest is up to you!!

Imagine it's your first time giving your FC oral. You're very inexperienced and your excitement is possibly too much for your own good, and you end up getting hiccups in the middle of it. With a little bit of laughter from the both of you, you manage to finish with plenty of praise for your effort.

Imagine you and your FC work together, and though they are not the boss, they certainly hold a good amount of seniority over you. And boy, have they taken to you quickly since you’ve joined. Your work is a lot of fun and you love what you do, in fact, working here has been a dream of yours for some time now. But you can’t help but to notice FC’s eyes combing you during your shift, or the noticeable change in their attitude when they talk to you. It doesn’t matter that they are known to be a creep around these parts; if you need to speak to them for any reason, they put on their best act to some how charm you. Though they have never shown to be friendly towards anyone else, they are oddly affectionate towards you, never hesitating to wrap an arm around your form or grasp your hand during a conversation. It’s always perfectly timed so no one would see, no proof to show of their unsettling behavior. They have been there for so long, they know all the inner workings of the work site, not to mention they are incredibly proficient in their position. Basically, if you were to complain, they would win every time. Hell, even if you had proof, you would just be kicked to the curb and out of your dream job. While trying to think of a way out of the predicament one day after a late shift, they call you over to their station. You feel a chill run up your spine but obediently head over. You step inside of their work space and they flash a crooked smile, you can tell they have been waiting for the end of the day to arrange this meeting, when no one else was left at work. They stride over to you, guiding you over to the counter away from the door, and you pick up the click of a lock. Your eyes go wide and they notice your alarm, but before you could do anything in retaliation, they bend you against the wood surface with surprising force that knocks the wind out of you. They keep your arms in place with one hand, using the other to grip your neck from behind where they now hover over you like a vulture, telling you all about the things they want to do to you, what they want you to do to them. Pushing up and off the counter only serves to delight them with the friction that comes from resistance. They bite their lip and hiss about how lovely it is having you squirm under them, how they are going to take their time with you tonight. By the time you are free to go, there is no part of you left untouched by some kind of mark. Your neck and shoulders look like a demented star map with all the teeth and bite marks they gave you, and you know your abdomen looks very much the same. Wincing from the pain from rubbing the fresh bruises on your sides, your fingers trace over the impressions they left behind; unless you come to work in a parka, there is no way you can hide all of them. Everyone at the job will know whose twisted jaw was all over you tonight, and you can’t wait for the next time they decide to show off who you belong too.

Imagine you’re a servant/employee to your FC who’s a king/queen. You have eyes for them but you don’t know if the feeling is mutual, though they do seem fond of you and sometimes call you “sweetheart”. One evening you’re dusting in their personal study when they walk in, clearly exhausted, and sits down at their desk. “Rough day?” you ask. They nod and proceed to vent to you about everything they had to do that day. As they do you walk up behind them and start giving them a massage around their neck and shoulders (not something you would normally do). They start to relax, complementing you on how well you’re doing and letting out a few sighs and groans of pleasure. This of course starts to get you rather hot and bothered. Feeling confident, you ask in a sweet voice “Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, Your Highness?” Catching on to your intentions they reach their hand up to your hair and start to play with a strand of it. “That depends; what would you be willing to do?” they ask. You lean down to whisper in their ear. “Anything you ask, my king/queen”. They order you on your knees, where you proceed to give them oral while they continue to play with your hair.

Imagine your favorite character coming home from a long and tiring day at work and just curling up on your lap as you rub on their shoulders and back.  "Mmm, (Y/N), you have magic hands, I swear," they groan as you work out a sore spot.  They sit up suddenly and kiss you gently, wrapping their arms around you.  "I might feel better if you used them on more than just my sore neck."  The two of you spend the evening making slow, sweet, cuddly love under the blankets and eventually fall asleep still wrapped up in each others' embrace.

Imagine teasing and touching your F/C until they're begging you to just fuck them already. After you think they've had enough, you slam them against the wall and fuck them until their nails are digging into your back and they're screaming your name in pleasure.

Imagine your favorite character making love to you sweetly and softly while whispering sweet things into your ear.