when  it  comes  to  pleasure,  isabelle's  not  someone  to  deny  returning  the  favour.   she  likes  doing  that.   likes  knowing  that,  should  her  partner  want  something,  she  can  give  it  right  back.   hence  her  pleading   ;   hence  the  way  she  looks  at  dante  like  he's  some  blessing  she  needs  to  savour.   like  she's  been  the  sacrificial  object  and,  now,  it's  time  for  dante  to  realise  that  she's  fully  putting  him  on  the  pedestal.   that  she  wants  nothing  more  than  for  him  to  savour  the  attention  she  wants  to  give  to  him.   so,  yes.   she  pleads,  she  begs  and  fuck,  she  feels  pretty  begging  beneath  the  sounds  that  come  from  his  fingers  fucking  her  cunt.

there  isn't  a  gods   -   damn  care  in  the  world  isabelle  has  to  give  as  she  grins,  all  fucked  out,  sloppy  beneath  dante's  vice.   ‘   thank   …   fuck   …   ’   it's  with  ease  that  isabelle  sits  upright  on  her  elbows,  her  tail  smacking  the  table  with  vicious  want.   ‘   can't  blame  a  girl  for  wantin'  to  do  the  same.   ’   the  feeling  of  dante's  fingers  beneath  her  chin  leads  her  into  slicing  fingers  through  his  hair,  stealing  one  final  kiss.   once  he's  a  few  feet  back,  isabelle  moves   ;   if  squirrely  were  a  person,  it  was  her.   especially  when  it  came  to  pleasure.

‘   startin'  to  sound  like  a  contradiction,  babe.   don't  wanna  hear  me  beg  like  that,  but  y'  like  it  nonetheless.   ’   playful  words  come  with  her  hands  resting  on  the  waistband  of  his  pants,  shoving  the  material  down  until  she's  greeted  by  the  sheer  length  of  him.   if  the  gods  had  a  favourite,  they  made  it  very  fucking  obvious  who  they  liked.   and  dante   ?   the  half   -   demon   ?   he  was  blessed  in  every  which  way  one  can  be.   there's  no  second  guessing  as  isabelle  settles  onto  her  knees   ;   no  over   -   thinking  as  she  puts  herself  between  the  table  and  dante's  cock.

any  other  time,  and  isabelle  would've  glorified  the  moment.   she  would've  gone  into  detail  about  what  she  wanted  to  do.   this  time   ?   she  wasn't  going  to  start  off  with  some  yap  fest  to  boost  his  ego.   he  fucking  knows  he's  delicious.   without  the  words,  isabelle  spits  on  the  head  of  his  cock,  glancing  up  with  those  doe   -   like  eyes.   she  doesn't  give  a  good  gods   -   damn  about  anything  but  this.   at  first,  it's  slow  pumps  with  her  hand   ;   she  wants  him  warmed  up,  but  not  overzealous.   so  a  good  ol'  fashion  handy'll  do  the  job.   until  her  mouth  salivates.   until  the  quiet  ‘   fuck  it   ’  leaves  her  lips  and  isabelle  unveils  a  tongue,  forked  and  pierced.

tapping  his  cockhead  against  her  tongue,  she  takes  another  second  before  her  lips  wrap  around  the  length,  the  girth,  of  dante.   she'll  suck  him  off,  that  much  is  obvious.   but  gods  does  she  want  him  to  see  the  gates  of  whatever  he  believes  in  after  she's  done  with  him.

𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐨𝐟  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  ,  listening  to  her  attempt  to  barter  and  throw  whatever  she  can  at  him  ,  those  offers  getting  more  and  more  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞  with  each  passing  moment  ,  she  really  wanted  that  ring  ,  from  her  favorite  little  finger  ring  ,  to  ...   𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥  𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬  and  a  bunch  of  gold  ?   man  she  was  really  making  it  hard  to  pass  up  on  the  deal  ,  but  he  just  couldn't  let  it  go  like  that  ,  as  nice  an  offer  as  it  were  ,  dante  sighs  ,  gripping  his  forearms  with  the  opposite  hand  ,  shaking  his  head  at  her.

❛   look  ,  those  are  some....  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞  offers  ,  really  they  are  ,  but  i  know  that  that  ring  is  𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝  dangerous  ,  trust  me.   I  know  it  ain't  somethin'  i  want  sittin'  around  here...  ❜   A  pause  as  he  proceeds  to  press  the  pad  of  his  thumb  against  his  lower  lip  in  thought  ,  chewing  on  the  tip  of  his  gloved  thumb  for  a  moment  ,  thinking  it  over  before  opening  his  desk  ,  fishes  around  inside  drawer.  The  sound  of  various  items  and  things  shifting  around  as  his  hand  searches  for  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  is  heard  ,  chin  lowered  for  a  moment  as  the  tell-tale  jingle  of  keys  can  be  heard.

He  pulls  the  set  of  keys  attached  to  a  ring  from  within  and  proceeds  to  sit  himself  down  upon  it  ,  shuffling  through  the  keys  in  the  grasp  of  his  gloved  hand  ,  each  display  case  having  its  own  designated  key.  If  what  she  was  saying  was  𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞  ,  then  Dante  had  no  right  to  hold  onto  that  thing  ,  it  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝  to  her  people  ,  likely  stolen  from  them  at  some  point  ,  the  way  he  saw  it  ?  he  should  just    𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐢𝐭  to  her  ,  free  of  any  kind  of  charge.

❛    well  Izzy  ,  the  way  i  see  it.    that  ring  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  and  should  be  in  the  possession  of  your  people.  ❜    As  he  spoke  he  finally  finds  the  right  key  for  the  display  case  she  was  so  focused  on  and  proceeds  to  stand  up.  He  walks  towards  the  case  and  slots  the  key  into  the  lock  and  turns  it  ,  lifts  the  lid  up  ,  glancing  over  his  shoulder  at  her  ,  brow  rising.  

❛    𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬  ,  not  gonna  charge  you  for  it  either.    belongs  to  your  people  ,  your  world...  got  no  right  to  hold  onto  it  ,  𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  if  you're  telling  the  truth  about  it.    ❜    He  steps  back  with  an  open  palmed  gesture  towards  the  display  case  ,  nodding  his  head  at  her.

                                 she's  lying.   well   …   she's  kinda  lying.   but  he  doesn't  need  to  know  that.   doesn't  need  to  know  about  the  fae   -   tales  she's  been  told.   or  about  the  lengths  some  people  were  willing  to  go  to  find  this  bloody  thing.   a  ring  riddled  in  a  myriad  of  tales   ;   each  one  a  spin  off  of  another.   ‘   then  why  the  hells  is  it  here,  huh   ?   got  me  throwing  m'self  at  you,  but  ya  won't  hand  it  over   ?   fuckin'  hells.   ’   hands  brush  through  her  hair,  frustration  flooding  her  system.   any  other  time  and,  sure,  isabelle  would've  done  anything  to  take  it  off  his  hands.   but,  instead,  she's  handing  over  shit  that  she  doesn't  have.   to  a  man  who  has  the  one  thing  that  belongs  to  the  elafu'sari.   a  key  piece  of  history  that's  only  ever  been  mentioned  when  night  falls  and  children  are  getting  tucked  into  bed.

the  itching  want  to  break  the  glass  lingers  while  she  remains  looming  over  the  ring.   navestra.   the  very  woman  who  started  uprisings,  who  stole  and  devoured  anything,  and  anyone  who  got  in  the  way.   while  some  fae   -   tales  mentioned  the  woman  and  all  her  ‘   good  deeds   ’  others  spoke  of  how  feral  she  was.   how   …   greedy  she  had  been.   and  this  ring   ?   it  was  a  gift.   from  her  [   second   ]  husband   ;   someone  who  knew  her  worth,  and  loved  her  all  the  same.   ‘   dante,   ’   isabelle  straightens  her  back  as  he  toys  with  keys,  her  ears  twitching  while  her  tail  flicks  with  uncertain  emotions,   ‘   i   …   what   ?   ’   she  lets  him  continue  as  she  backs  up  a  bit,  side   -   stepping  around  to  get  a  look  at  what  he's  doing.

was  he  just   …   giving  this  to  her   ?

‘   think  i  should  start  apologising,   ’   the  words  descend  with  an  ease  that  has  isabelle  tilting  her  head,  watching  dante  (   she  mirrors  any  pervy  behaviour  by  looking  at  his  ass  all  the  while   )  as  he  opens  the  cabinet,   ‘   wasn't  tryin'  to  steal  shite  from  ya.   just   …   y'  know  those  birds  that  like  shiny  things   ?   i,  also,  like  shiny  things.   but  this   ?   ’   isabelle  waits  until  he's  stepped  aside  to  reach  her  hand  in  and  grab  the  ring.   ‘   i  dunno  how  much  y'  know  about  me.   or  what  i  am,  but,  should  ya  ever  wanna  know   …   ’   taking  the  ring,  she  slips  it  onto  her  right  middle  finger,  a  sigh  leaving  her  lips.   she  knows  better  than  to  wear  it,  but  (   for  the  time  being   )  it'll  have  to  sit  there  and  stay  there.

‘   thank  you.   ’   it's  the  first,  sincere  thing  she's  ever  said.   the  swell  of  solace  from  her  voice  has  isabelle  turning  her  stare  up  to  dante,  a  well   -   formed,  dimpled  grin  offered  in  spite  of  all  her  misgivings  earlier.   ‘   promise  t'  bring  ya  back  something  of  value,  and  no,  y'  can't  argue  with  me  about  that.   ’   

───   STARTER   /   ♡  ’  D   [   .  .  .   ]   ━                                ↳   @vahdas 。ISABELLE  SPARROW

 ㅤ             HE  HAD  NEVER  BEEN  ONE  TO  FIND  AN  EVENT  OF  THIS  NATURE  ENTERTAINING  ,  often  too  loud  of  his  liking        …         accompanied  by  far  too  many  prying  eyes        &&         quick  hands.  even  in  the  time  he  spent  alive  ,  sylas  detested  the  circus        —         yet  ,  desperate  times  called  for  desperate  measures.  the  flock  of  sheep  the  briarwoods  had  been  residing  over  had  grown  restless  ;  moral  was  low        &&         nothing  good  came  from  the  people  rioting  against  them.  though  part  of  sylas  craved  the  idea  of  mindless  bloodshed  ,  his  dear  wife  had  reminded  him  there  were  other  ways  to  sooth        &&         coddle.  so  here  he  was  ,  watching  as  colorful  tents  rose  higher        &&         higher  in  the  skyline  ,  a  mass  of  unique  creatures  wondering  about  the  designated  space  charming  the  commoners  with  smiles        &&         tricks.

ㅤ             sylas  endured  it  all  with  that  charming  smile  ‘his  people’  adored.  a  flicker  of  a  tail  caught  his  attention  from  the  corner  of  his  eye  ,  head  turning  to  catch  the  woman  wondering  off  towards  the  town.  it  took  no  time  to  catch  up  to  the  wondering  woman  ,  pacing  himself  by  hre  side  sylas  cleared  his  throat.       ❛  wondering  off  from  your  people  could  be  considered  dangerous. ❜       he  crooned  in  faux  concern  ,  lips  lifting  higher  at  the  corners  as  he  continued  to  stroll  beside  her.       ❛  this  town  is  full  of  hidden  dangers        &&         monsters  ,  it  would  be  wise  to  stay  with  your  troupe. ❜       

                                 for  the  last,  give  or  take,  six  hours,  she's  been  standing  around.   re   -   directing,  directing,  giving  instructions  to  the  myriad  of  familiar  faces.   at  this  point,  they're  another  version  of  a  found  family.   another  means  of  comfort  for  those  who  are  lost   ;   for  those  who  need  a  family,  or   …   worse   …   yearn  for  one.   ‘   oi   !   it's  hangin'  to  the  left,  y'  daft  twat   !   ’   the  sentence  is  accompanied  by  one  of  the  carnival  hands  flipping  her  off.   a  deserved  response,  one  accompanied  by  isabelle  giving  them  a  vulgar  gesture  in  turn.

someone  makes  a  comment  about  something  and  she  —   like  any  good  creature   —  takes  said  word  without  question.   it  was  something  about  mead,  and  a  slew  of  other  things.   so,  the  essentials   !   shrugging  off  whatever  other  words  were  mentioned  (   something  about  giving  out  tickets,  seeing  the  crowds,  silly  shit  like  that   )  isabelle  starts  towards  the  village  looming  not  too  far  off  in  the  distance.   her  tail  twitches  and  sways  with  ease,  yet  it's  the  shadow  that  follows  that  has  her  pivoting,  walking  backwards  in  a  matter  of  seconds.   did  he  just   …   ?

she  chuffs.   ‘   i  beg  y'  finest  pardon   ?   ’   isabelle,  of  course,  heard  him  but  that's  not  about  to  stop  someone  like  her  from  being  a  little  shit.   ‘   hidden  dangers,  huh   ?   ’   lifting  her  middle  finger,  isabelle  taps  so  to  her  chin,  four  eyes  rolling  while  her  tail  twitches  with  erratic  wonderment.   ‘   listen,  while  y'  may  think  you're  doin'  a  favour  in  givin'  me  a  warning,  it's  really  not  needed.   ’   cheshire  grin  burns  into  her  cheeks  as  isabelle  tilts  her  head,  observing  him  with  a  narrow  stare.   ‘   are  y',  by  chance,   ’   she  blinks,  imposing  on  the  stranger's  space  with  careless  ease,   ‘   the  danger   ?   or  are  y'  the  monster   ?   because,  in  my  honest  opinion,  men  are  both.   so,   ’   she  wants  to  poke  his  chest,  but  something  deep  within  tells  her  to  not  to,   ‘   which  one  are  ya   ?   ’   

i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?