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2. Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Now this would be the part where everyone is surprised to find out that Conall is more reserved and vanilla than what he appears... except he isn't. There's no gap moe here. This man really is a freak and makes no effort to hide it and I hate him for it. As long as he's the one in the dominant role and gets to top, he would be willing to try most things no matter how insane they sound and he has quite the number of fantasies that are kinda worrisome. It depends on how resilient his partner is.

Conall's way of talking already is pretty suggestive and disrespectful even when he's not even trying to disrespect or get under the other person's skin. His way of flirting is really bold, but because of how all over the place and 'confusing' his attitude tends to be, his flirting might not be taken seriously. Also, I do have a post on Conall's way of flirting and how he does romance over here.

4. Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Yes, he's a very sensual and tactile person. He likes being able to touch and feel the person he's infatuated with and would use every opportunity to have them close and put his hands on them. That doesn't mean he's (always) brutish about it. For example, one of the things he likes doing if he really likes someone is, if he's sitting with them, grab their leg and put it over his knee so he can run his fingers over it and caress it while they're talking, watching a move, waiting for their food to arrive at the restaurant, etc. There's nothing sexual about it nor is he trying to arouse his partner, he just to be able to touch them.

He also likes caressing their nape and playing with the little hairs there, which isn't too bad, but it's weird because it's Conall and Conall has a weird fixation on severed heads.

16. Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

He does, but he likes to take his time with it. Conall is a physical person, so chances are he'll already be holding his lover or keeping them close when he feels the urge to ruin them, so he'll be doing things that he knows have an effect on his partner throughout the day if he's feeling especially patient that day, or the few things that he knows will get his partner aroused in record time because this man doesn't play fair. The things he does depend on what his partner likes and their erogenous zones, but some examples would be, if they're already cuddling, then start by kissing their waist and nipping their hip bone; running his nails over their spine and pulling their hair back so they're forced to look at him; 'casually' fondle and caress their inner thighs while he's reading; if they're standing, he would put a foot between their ankles and nudge them to open them while he leans down to kiss their shoulder. That's how he makes his hunger known.

But he's not always with his partner since he travels a lot, goes on missions, etc. When he returns from a battle and he's in the mood because you know, higher testosterone levels + the high of victory, it's really obvious what he craves from his partner in those moments and he's more prone to picking them up and kissing them breathless as soon they're alone. If they don't mind the dried blood and war paint getting on them, then they'll be in for a wild ride. If they prefer him to take a shower/bath first, then Conall is carrying them to the bathroom with him.

Chase hadn't labelled this a date when he'd invited Roan to the carnival, but that's what it was. He'd enjoyed their flirting at the diner so much that he'd wanted to spend time with her somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his workplace. Somewhere where he wasn't wearing that silly uniform.

Usually in crowds like this, Chase would keep his hands tucked in his pockets, but Roan hadn't let that happen. She'd wrapped her pretty fingers in his - and for a moment, Chase had thought the feel of his hands might put her off. They tended to be dry, all moisture scrubbed out before he gloved up, or pulled out by sanitiser. But here she was, tugging him through the crowd to some game she wanted to play.

5. Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

She is! Lupa is very likely to be the one to initiate any type of physical affection 95% of the time, from hugging to nuzzling, to little pecks and clinging to her s/o in general. But chances are that things like making out or something more risqué won't really happen since Lupa's ability to feel desire needs to meet certain conditions / triggers that most likely aren't going to happen in public and, if they do happen, Lupa would be dragging her s/o to a room or private space.

14. Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship?

This is a very good question! On one hand, Lupa comes off as strong, and she doesn't stop to think before grabbing her s/o's hand and dragging them onto an adventure, battle, etc. On the other hand, she's very aware of this and will hesitate, wait for her s/o to say or do anything and be 'obedient' so she's not hated or feared (Why jump straight to hate and fear? We don't question how Lupa's thought process works) and make the other person happy. It's kind of a 50/50 situation.

21. Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Short answer: no. Slightly long answer: Going back to Lupa's libido needing to meet certain conditions to trigger it, while I can see her sending pictures because her closet has an entire section of risqué outfits and more that she can't really wear in public unless she puts a few layers on top and she would be really excited to show them off, unfortunately there would be no sexual intent behind them and I'm not sure if it could even be considered sexy because even if the combination of her body, fits and poses is insane, her face in all of them would be like :D and >:3 like what are you playing at Lupa, you're not taking this seriously!

On that note, if her s/o sent her a sexual text message or picture first, they would need to very explicit with what they want so she gets the hint. If she can, she would reply something along the lines of 'omw' and show up at their door asap. If that's not an option, then she would call them. Sending Lupa a spicy picture with no context will unfortunately fly over her head.

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♫ ⋆ ｡orange juice by noah kahan

❝ I really don’t think I’m the man you’re looking for. ❞ His voice is steady, kind, as he continues working beneath the hood of the old pickup sitting crooked in the dirt driveway. There is no frustration sharpened into the edges of his tone, no bitterness turned cruel after all these years. He speaks to her gently despite the old scars aching open beneath the mention of his past.

Leaning back, he finally looks toward the woman standing nearby, this unexpected visitor who had wandered far too close to ghosts best left sleeping. He wipes the grease from his hands with an old rag before reaching for a bottle beside him, unopened, offering it to her without hesitation.

Still giving pieces of himself away after everything. Maybe that had always been his greatest flaw.

❝ I haven’t been a hero for a long time. ❞ Not in title. Not in spirit. That part of him died the day he looked toward the heavens and told the stars, respectfully, to go fuck themselves.

Before she can ask what happened, before she can pry apart wounds that never healed correctly, he speaks again. ❝ My heart has changed… ❞ The words come quieter this time, worn thin by something older than exhaustion.

❝ The world has changed. ❞ The truth lingers heavy, settling not only here between them but elsewhere far beyond the truck, beyond this little stretch of land he had hidden himself away within. The monsters were no longer creatures lurking in forests with bloodied teeth and sharpened claws, surviving off brutality, the only way they knew how. The monsters wore crowns now. Sat upon heavenly thrones. Called themselves divine while they watched suffering unfold from above with dirtied hands and untroubled consciences.

And the people beneath them were no better. They continued the same cycles of cruelty again and again, carving their pain into others simply because someone once carved it into them first.

Those were the lives he had devoted his own to protecting. Those were the gods he had once sworn himself to without question.

❝ And my soul has changed. ❞ The words nearly disappear beneath the grief lodged in his throat. For a moment he sounds uncertain, unable to decide whether a person is truly allowed to become someone fate never intended them to be. ❝ ...My heart has changed. ❞

--- ↪ UNPROMPTED.

was it a little embarrassing to be so plainly obvious when it came to his feelings being so expressive across his countenance ? of course. was it possible to retain composure when jin was practically everywhere within the vicinity of his gaze in the middle of the cafe ? gods, no. ( unfortunately, even the rest of his -- coworkers knew it plain as day. ) from the moment jin walked in through those doors with the chime of the bells that hung over the frames, to caelum oh - so eagerly greeting him ... a kiss to the cheek first of course .... before leading him to his designated seat ... he could feel the pouring gaze from both taiyou and shou specifically. feel the way their eyes glanced at each other first before muttering to themselves just how long caelum would last before he completely caved in to getting distracted by jin. which earned them a rightful pout and soft retort from him.

caelum was trying to stay true to his self - restraint -- commit himself to work first before losing himself to his own wants. yes, of course he can .... ! he can prioritize being professional at his job while his boyfriend waits oh so patiently, just as he said he would. ( but it did not help at all when he could also feel jin's own piercing gaze ... never mind the fact ' jin ' and the word ' patience ' don't often blend together. ) even with his attention focused on his guests or his back his facing jin's direction, it's like being watched by a wild animal ... don't look, don't look, don't look. he affirms into a mantra in his head, doing his damnest to not fall apart.

briefly drawn out of his thoughts when a call of his name comes from the kitchen; shou's gently reminding him that the pastries for one of his to - go orders just finished baking. caelum perks up, and as he makes his way in the direction of the kitchen where he's needed -- " ... ! " a small noise leaves him when he suddenly feels his wrist being grabbed, prompting caelum to FINALLY force his gaze upon jin whose already caving in from the torture of patience. ( ... oh. who was he kidding ? ) with jin's handsome face right there and the way he easily sends caelum's heart aflutter, professionalism practically goes flying out the window. sorry, shou ... just a few more minutes .... maybe.

" it's barely been ten minutes since you got here .... " he says that, yet how easily his body moves itself closer until their spaces completely intertwine. with a giggle of endearment over how eager jin was for his attention and affection, how could he possibly deny his special guest ? " well, you are vip. guess i don't have any choice. " another small laugh under his breath, playful in the way he leans in to finally grant jin that sweet kiss he's been waiting for.

when i said i don't know where i'll be today ... well apparently i am in your inbox WISHING YOU A SPLENDID AND AMAZING HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! SUCH A GREAT DAY! THE DAY WHEN ALICE ESCAPED THE CLUTCHES OF THE WOMB 🗣️🗣️ i hope you'll have a lovely day today, enjoy it to the fullest and may all the other days after this one ALSO be good. we're stuck together now, you know that, so .... any attempts of escaping are futile 😊 mwah!! blowing you a kiss .... it better reach you well or else 💖🔪

Now, this sort of thing has never bothered the Boss. He's always been different in his approach to gang life compared to most you'd be familiar with through history or their depictions in various media. If anything, the Boss found the place to be rather charming—reminding him of cabaret clubs of old, sparking somewhat of a desire to perhaps open his own place (the money would be crazy good).

His admiration would need to be put on hold for the time being, as there was something rather important he'd like to focus on. Something that would hopefully be of great benefit to the Saints, and perhaps those who find work among the glitz and glamor of this building.

" ... "

Sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around the courier, his frame easily engulfed her. If he held her tightly enough, she would start squirming, but she rarely tried to break free. But the hunter had to lean back as crouching down to rest his chin on her shoulder was uncomfortable. What he did was grab her chin and tilt her head upwards so she looked at him. Mismatching eyes looked down at equally odd ones with an unreadable expression. 'You're becoming a habit.' This was usually when he started becoming bored. Because most people, things, situations and all are like a game for Conall. A source of fun. As if he's an unruly child picking up a shiny new toy and then throwing it away the moment he breaks it or loses interest. But there was a problem.