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Kink idc love me

Who was the one to propose: Kuzco probably. I think he’s more likely to be into the commitment.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: uhh Tink? I think Kuzco thrives off that kind of thing. Big fancy party? Hell yeah.

Who decorated the house: Kuzco. See big fancy expensive Kuzcotopia.

Who does the cooking: Tink if she can cook. Otherwise the hired chef.

Who is more organized: uhh Tink? Kuzco? I feel like it could be even. Okay organization.

Who initiates bedroom fun: Tink most often, but Kuzco definitely does it too.

Who suggested kids first: Kuzco probably. I don’t think Tink wants/has an interest in kids.

Who’s more dominant: uhhh. i think it’s equal.

Who’s the cuddler: Both

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Tink is the little spoon.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: eating candy and watching movies.

Who cooks: Tink

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Neither of them because they are both SOBER HELL YEAH. before that it would’ve been equal.

Who kills the spiders: Tink. Kuzco haaates spiders.

Who falls asleep first: Kuzco

A head canon: Kuzco wakes Tink with good morning kisses and on occasion a malteser in hand.

Their relationship summed up in a gif:

idk there aren’t a lot of gifs of prince royce

Do they have any “rituals”? imma skip this one cause i can’t think of any since they weren’t a very routine couple.

Who is louder? Tink

Who is more experimental? I think it would be Tink as well here

Who takes more risks? Tink. Kuzco’s a pissbaby.

Do they fuck or make love? Fuck. Sometimes it’s weirdly emotional making love, but mostly it’s fucking.

Lights on or off?Either

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Tink

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? I think either one of them, but probably Tink first.

Who comes first? Kuzco

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Uhh I want to say Kuzco is better at it. idk.

Who is more submissive? Kuzco probably. lol. It depends on the moment.

Who usually initiates things? Both of them. They’re initiators.

Who is more sensitive? Tink maybe? Though Kuzco is plenty sensitive.

Who has the most patience? Kuzco. Tink is a little less patient I would say.

Which kinks do they share? Besides their name? ahaha I’m not sure. Outsexing the other one? 

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Who was the one to propose: Jacques. He goes all in so fast. Idk. I feel like it’d be Jacques. But then it could be Raj because Raj seems more like a planner.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Raj probably. Jacques is more of a ‘go with the flow’ guy. Or a ‘we can get married on this hill with some friends’ and forget what you need to do that.

Who decorated the house: Jacques. lol. If he can afford decorations he’ll throw them everywhere we can.

Who does the cooking: Raj. Jacques does sometimes but he gets distracted in the middle of cooking and tends to burn stuff.

Who is more organized: Raj

Who initiates bedroom fun: I think they both initiate, though I feel like Raj might initiate more often. Jacques is more of a cuddler than a sex-minded individual. He likes sex he’s just more of an emotional cuddly babe.

Who suggested kids first: Uhhhh. Jacques maybe? 

Who’s more dominant: Raj

Who’s the cuddler: Jacques. Hands down. Like above he’s quite the cuddler.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Jacques would love to be the little spoon, but he’s okay with switching it up.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching a movie? Or going dancing? Jacques likes going out so I feel like maybe it’d be that or a picnic in the forest? Ugh there are plenty of things they enjoy.

Who cooks: I feel like this was already answered. Raj. Unless it’s who can and technically they both can.

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Jacques is more likely to do it I think.

Who kills the spiders: Raj. Jacques gently picks them up and takes them out of the room usually.

Who falls asleep first: Raj. It feels like he’d just pass out quick.

A head canon: Jacques and Raj have a short goodnight call if they’re not together. Largely cause Jacques wants to wish Raj a great night’s sleep.

Their relationship summed up in a gif: 

Do they have any “rituals”? Jacques will insist on a kiss goodnight at least before they head their separate ways.

Who is louder? As a whole or in bed? Cause as a whole I’m sure it’s Jacques. He’s a talkative asshole. In bed? Welll…

Who is more experimental? Jacques. He’s experimented plenty in France etc.

Who takes more risks? Jacques? Raj? Shit I feel like they both take risks but in different ways. 

Do they fuck or make love? make loooove.

Lights on or off? Either is fine. Jacques likes lights so he can see his magnificent boyfriend, but he’s happy with both.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Uhhh…Raj?

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Jacques probably. ahaha.

Who comes first? Raj hopefully. Jacques is very focused on his guy’s pleasure so idk. 

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? I feel like they both would be pretty great at this. Maybe Jacques is better at it with the practice he’s had? Idk. I feel like they’d both enjoy it though.

Who is more submissive? Jacques, largely since he doesn’t tend to take charge sexually. He needs someone to focus him.

Who usually initiates things? I think they both do.

Who is more sensitive? Raj maybe?

Who has the most patience? Raj. What a gift.

Which kinks do they share? Uhhh….I feel like Jacques is probably kinkier as a whole but idk. Maybe they both are into biting or something. lol. idk.

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Send me a ship; Ultimate Edition

Who was the one to propose:

Who stressed more over wedding planning:

Who decorated the house:

Who does the cooking:

Who is more organized:

Who initiates bedroom fun:

Who suggested kids first:

Who’s more dominant:

Who’s the cuddler: 

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: 

Who cooks: 

Who comes home drunk at 3am:

Who kills the spiders: 

Who falls asleep first: 

A head canon: 

Their relationship summed up in a gif: 

Do they have any “rituals”?

Who is louder?

Who is more experimental?

Who takes more risks?

Do they fuck or make love?

Lights on or off?

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?

Who comes first?

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?

Who is more submissive?

Who usually initiates things?

Who is more sensitive?

Who has the most patience?

Which kinks do they share?

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Alasdair took in the wonderful image of Hera and her exquisite taste in clothes. He immediately knew he had made the right choice in dressing the way he did, and couldn’t help but wonder if she was impressed as well.

“No, no, the pleasure of yer presence is mine, like always,” he greeted her with a smile. At the sight of the wine, he nodded. “I do, I really like wine, too! I’m certain it’s splendid.”

The man gestured toward the hallway that connected the foyer to the living room, before walking in that direction. “I’ve been setting the house up for ye, mostly. It’s my first time having someone over since I moved in, ya ken? I simply had to impress ye.”

Hera couldn’t help but smile. He was polite, he was charming. She really couldn’t see a flaw yet, and for the last few months she would have seen one in any man. It had been painful to even consider another. But now? Well now she was charmed, and she felt much more at ease than she had been in quite some time.

“I think we can both appreciate being in each other’s company. Don’t you?” Hera remarked as she followed Alasdair into his home. It was a lovely place, certainly with enough charm to it that she could see why he had chosen it.

“It looks lovely Alasdair. I’m honored to be the first you’ve allowed in.” She added, her smile growing as she took a good look around. “After all, a home is a very personal space. Thank you again.”

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Alasdair was perhaps a tad too nervous for a man that told himself he was merely seeing this woman for the possibility of getting help getting through with his plan. One way or the other, he was lying, because he wasn’t exactly considering anything related to controlling Mor’du that night. He felt like entertaining Hera and causing a good impression with her, and generally, see where the evening would take them.

The businessman felt two hundred years younger as he tried to decide what to wear for the afternoon and, admittedly, he looked it too. Maybe it was because he was trying on a suit he’d kept from the 1900s, having been kept in impeccable condition. It was not what he was looking for, though, and looked a tad too outdated.

Instead, the man opted for a very modern suit made to size last year. He hadn’t actually worn it, because his public presence in London had become minimal for the past years. He did enjoy dressing up, though, and felt like this was the perfect chance to do so.

By the time the doorbell rang, the man was all ready to receive his guest. He rushed to the foyer, which was a round room with white walls and black details. It was a simple home, almost minimalist, and the only furniture in that particular location was a round table in the middle with a large flower vase and a white couch that seldom got sat on.

As he opened the door, the woman was greeted with a genuine smile. “Hera, welcome!” he exclaimed, extending his hand and bowing his head, as if inviting her in. “Please, step inside.”

Her heart briefly picked up speed as she caught sight of him. He was handsome, well dressed. Certainly he would be a man that her family in London would likely approve of. Not that it mattered so much anymore. She had married the man they had wanted, and he had been killed. Now Hera was sure her choice would be well justified regardless.

Not that there was much going on with this now. It was simply a date. There was no way for her to know whether this would lead somewhere necessarily. Though Hera did hope that it would. Hera took his hand gratefully, squeezing lightly as she stepped in after him. “Thank you Alasdair. I really appreciate you inviting me,” she enthused, holding up the wine she had brought with the other hand.

“I thought I might bring an old wine for us to drink, if you drink that is.” Some people chose not to, though wine was a usually tasteful addition to any meal. “How are you doing?” She asked next, not wanting to settle into an uncomfortable silence, even if it was just introductions and all. Hera wanted to keep him talking, keep him interested. It had been a very long time since she had been on a date in this sort of context. She was a little lost.

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She was trembling in anticipation at this point, her own desire clouding her thoughts, making it a little more difficult for her to properly attend to him. Thankfully Maui took that time to reach for a condom. That was just enough time for Hera to catch her breath, to steady herself again.

And then he was close again, and she could feel his cock pressed so close to her, and a little moan escaped before she could contain it. Her hips pressed up toward him, more firmly rubbing up against his cock. It felt too good pressed to his heat like this. But she had learned some patience over the years. She was sure she could get him to cave first.

“What’s the matter? If you want something, you should take it.” Hera had enough of the teasing, and her hands reached out again, one to his side, the other to his cock, which she guided over and inside her before he could tease again. “Now...fuck me,” she demanded, rolling her hips insistently. If he didn’t act now, she would absolutely take control and fuck herself on his cock as she wanted.

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threehearted-septopus:

Hank opened his eyes to see, well, Hera. How wouldn’t he know about Hera? She was all over the news. Plus sometimes they had to teach government in school and they’d use Board members as examples. Regardless of her position and overall attractiveness, Hank wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m fine.” He answered through gritted teeth. “It’ll pass.” The cramping seemed to only mock him and constrict his leg tighter. It was all in his head. All in his head. He had to tell himself that. “You can go now. Find a better charity.”

Hera’s eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t move a muscle, taking the time to really look him over. He was a handsome enough man, albeit grouchy, though Hera would admit that if she were in pain, she would likely not be the kindest person in the world either. So yes, he was rude, but it didn’t deter her.

“I’m sure that it will. Doesn’t mean that you need to turn down perfectly good help,” She informed him calmly. “I’m glad you’ve heard about my charity work though. I suppose if people know me for anything, that would be what I would want. Still, a person can want to help another out of the goodness of their heart. Not because it’s their good deed of the day.” She sat so she was facing him more. “So if you do decide you want some help, I have time.”

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Hera hadn’t wanted to think too hard about this. It was the first time she had been asked to dinner by a man since...well ever really. Zeus had been the only other person to take her out, as she had known him most of her life. Every date in the past had been one planned for her by either him, his family, or her family. And then she had been married. She had never really had doubts about the family plans. Therefore she had gone to each date, each meeting with a good deal of confidence.

But now...now it was a man she didn’t know very well, who she didn’t understand as she had Zeus, and she was scrambling to try to decide what would be best for this. Should she dress more conservatively or more suggestively? Would she even want to open herself up to jumping into bed with him on the first date? Hera hadn’t even thought that she would be dating again at her age. She had always hoped that she would have a family at this point. Instead she had gone through six different outfits. One far too conservative, one low cut dress that showed off her cleavage, and then something in between.

Hera finally opted for a dress that didn’t have the low cut, but had a more exposed back, and a zipper up the backside in case she did want to slip out of it. This way it was appropriate, but allowed for any direction that the evening might go. She finally made her way out of her quiet home, heels clicking as she made her way down the street and over to Alasdair’s place, pausing just for a moment to admire the exterior before she knocked on the door, a bottle of wine in hand, ready to offer to the man as he opened the door.

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For a moment a smirk flickered on her face, just incredibly pleased with the reaction she was able to get from this man, before it faded to a more natural expression, letting herself appreciate the gorgeous person in front of her. Hera knew just how she had liked being touched by Zeus, and she guided Maui to it, her breath hitching and her little sighs and moans escaping her the more that he touched her, the more confident he became with what he was doing. 

She leaned forward to help, shifting so that her underwear made it all the way down, tugging them off and tossing them aside. She would clean that up when they were done. Her legs spread again, though now that she had sat up, her hands worked at Maui’s jeans, wanting to ease some of the ache he had to be feeling, but also just get her hands on him. She worked quickly, tugging at his jeans and his underwear all at once, until she got a look at his hard cock.

Hera reached out with one hand, her index finger moving to trail along the underside of his cock, as light as a feather. “Beautiful...” she murmured, her hand wrapping gently around it to stroke him lazily, just to see how long he would last.

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threehearted-septopus:

Phantom pains weren’t new to Hank. Ever since he lost his leg, the pains would sneak up on him. Usually had the worst timing too. Hank had been walking towards his apartment after hanging out, yet again, at the Court. Really the only people that bothered him there were those two girls who were pretty much dating each other, or maybe they broke up? He didn’t know, they were acting weird and didn’t bother him as much as usual. 

Anyways, it started as a small little sensation at the end of his knee and he sped up a little, not wanting to crumble like an idiot in public. This only served to make his walking sloppier and his limp more pronounced as every step he took, more pain began to swell into a limb he no longer had. “Fucking shit.” He said through gritted teeth, having to stop now and find a nearby bench, eyes clenching shut as he waited for the cramping sensation to go away and hoped that everyone who walked by would just leave him alone.

Hera had kept herself busy informing herself on the board and her responsibilities. She hardly had time lately to really stop and smell the roses as one might say. Or even really meet with her friends. It felt like it had been weeks since she had spoken to them. She had resolved herself to go seek them out, forget her responsibilities for just an afternoon so she could enjoy their company. Or at least let them know that she still thought about them every day, regardless of how busy she was.

She was on her way over to seek out her friend Eva, when she caught sight of a man who was quite visibly in pain. Though she had her plans, Hera found herself switching directions, making her way over to him, taking in his posture, his general discomfort. Hera rummaged through her purse to see if she had some pain killers in there for an emergency. She usually had something in there. “Are you alright?” She questioned, sitting down on the bench, though she kept a good distance between them in case it made him more comfortable with her presence. “Do you need some help?”

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Hera took a deep breath, steadying herself a little as she took a good look at her companion. God he was handsome. Her desire for him was finally building to the point that she knew she could forget the concerns that had held her back up to this point. Her breathing hitched as he touched her, particularly as his hand drifted down, she could feel the slight tremor of her body, the eagerness for his touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his before they started tracing along his jaw. She paused when she reached his ear, nipping lightly at his earlobe.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she muttered, her voice coming out huskier than before. Hera reached out with one hand, letting it brush down his clothed chest, his stomach, and then a brief teasing touch over his hardening cock, taking a moment just to acknowledge it and him before she reached to grab Maui’s hand. Once she had done that, she guided it to her lace underwear and under, letting go when she had positioned it to where she wanted. “Right there,” she whispered, pressing into the touch and leaning in to kiss him as passionately as if he were the only man in the world that mattered. For right now, that was the case.

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demigod--maui:

She kissed him.

Maui was both surprised and not, because he was a demigod, that was impressive to anyone. The amount of times he’d hooked up because of that line were countless. But, this woman was hot, like really hot. And she was a woman too. She wasn’t a girl, she knew what she was doing, just the gentle press of her lips against his told him that.

Her perfume was expensive and smelled flowery, filling his nose and making him slightly dizzy. 

When she pulled away, Maui felt a big weak in the knees. If only because this woman was fucking hot. He couldn’t stop thinking it. And then, she said what she did and Maui thought he might faint (from arousal, from nerves, take your pick.) Not only was she bangin’ for an older lady, but she was naughty too. At least, that’s what it sounded like. 

Maui didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist, turn, lifting her up and settling her on the table. He stepped close as he could, pressed their bodies together again. His eyes glinted as he tilted his head down to capture her lips again with his. His hand went to her hair. It might’ve been the softest thing he’d ever touched.

She shouldn’t have let it continue. That he reminded her of her husband was true in some ways but not others. It had been quite some time since she had been kissed. That was it. Hera just...wanted to feel close to another person. It had been far too long. So when he lifted her onto the table, she let him. Hera allowed her legs to wrap around his waist, to draw him in closer.

One hand held onto his shirt, clutching onto it sort of like a lifeline. It had been far too long since she had to navigate something like this. Hera had only ever slept with Zeus. But...if she closed her eyes...well she could pretend...no. That wouldn’t be fair to Maui. And his lips...his lips were soft, and warm, and she pushed Zeus from her mind again, leaning into him, her lips parting so she could further explore his mouth.

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Hera: Goddess of Marriage and Women, Queen of the Heavens

And I will stop at nothing Until you’ve suffered for every sweetness you’ve laid at another’s feet I will stop at nothing Until you’ve learned that you must always choose me

- Kassiani

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