melandreia-aa

[melandreia-aa]

She had wanted to see the world. Being the sheltered princess meant that even before the death of her parents she hadn't seen much of the world. Culture was something she was used to, singers and plays coming to the palace to show. The way the man moved with the flames, playing with them and they with him, it was entrancing in a whole new way. She was glued to the sight and sadly it was over far sooner than she would've wished.

Her heart sank as she realized as much but she clapped with the others and once the group began to disperse she moved forward through it. As she passed by the performer's collection cup, she dropped in ten gold coins, a small fortune to some. She took a breath and turned to go see the rest of the square and what wares the merchants had brought.

The Princess and the Firedancer II Closed Starter

Mel had escaped. She had barely been outside the castle walls in the year since her uncle had taken the throne. His ways had been far harsher than those of her father, who had always been known as a fair and kind king... She had been trying to leave for quite some time but she was always being watched. Finally, she had found her opening. She snuck out dressed in a simple lavender dress, her wings hidden, and a simple cloak.

It felt so good to be out, breathing the free air and not being the centre of attention. She wanted to experience everything she could while she had the chance. As she was heading out of the city she found herself at Midnight Square. All the stalls of beautiful things quickly distracted her, but she caught a glimpse of light in the corner of her eye and she was immediately drawn to the man in the middle of the square. A firedancer. She had really only heard of them, but seeing the way he moved with the flames... she really couldn't take her eyes of it, completely entranced.

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[melandreia-aa]

Mel stayed right there. Weeks passed and a lot of the time when not at work, Mel spent time with Percy. She loved being with him and he was spoiling her. They went out for dinners and dates and it was wonderful. They did still try to stay a bit under the radar, keeping their relationship private. It was nice, but Mel did wonder when it would be a good time to reveal it. She thought about this as she sat in his bedroom, evening gown on and putting on the last pieces of jewelry for the MACUSA annual gala. She was almost ready and was expecting to leave before him so they would arrive separately.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

”You haven’t thought of stepping down, though?” she hummed thoughtfully. ”Living a normal life away from it all?” He would deserve it, she thought to herself, not saying it out loud.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.���

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

Reblog if your rp partners (and followers) are great writers and you love each and every one of their portrayals!

[melandreia-aa]

Mel let out a happy sigh, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her skin. She could stay like this forever, and she was just letting him take the lead. ”I’m not going anywhere,” she sighed happily.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

”It’s always good to know yourself, but you could grow in a relationship as well. It might be good even, if you’re feeling lonely.” She was lonely. She didn’t want to admit it but it was true. She wanted to have someone…

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

She hummed thoughtfully as she leaned up to press her lips against his, wondering how she wanted it. She opened her eyes and looked at him. ”I want you to worship me,” she hummed low as she kept moving her hand. ”Here and now. Show me what I’m worth to you…”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

It was hard to formulate what she really wanted to know. Will you ever get married? Do you not want a relationship? ”Do you think you’ll ever settle down with someone?” Was what she finally said, looking at him with a soft gaze.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

Sexy Headcanon Meme!

Since I can never seem to find any to reblog, I decided to make my own! Send some in if you like. ^_^ (Or reblog for yourself).

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner?

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?

🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

🏳️‍🌈 - What is their sexuality and romantic alignment?

🌈 - Sexual fantasies?

💘 - Kinks?

😔 - Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

😋 - Spit or swallow?

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine?

👌 - Favourite position?

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

3️⃣ - Pick 2 characters to join them in a threeway, and explain why you picked these two.

😡 - Are they into hate sex? If yes, name another character they might have hate sex with.

🤑 - Would they hire a sex worker? Would they do sex work themselves?

👗 - Clothes off or on during sex?

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

🔥 - How sexually active are they when they’re single vs. in a relationship?

🤗 - Do they like to cuddle after sex?

🍆 - Do they prefer rough or gentle sex?

☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences?

🛏️ - Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where?

🍸 - Do they have any methods of courtship for getting people into bed?

😘 - Are they affectionate during sex?

😉 - How flirty are they?

😰 - Is there anything sexual that they find upsetting?

[melandreia-aa]

Mel’s breathing was getting heavier already just watching him. He was so handsome and she wanted him very badly. She wrapped her hand around him properly and began to stroke up and down, kissing his cheek she hummed: ”How do you want me?”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

Mel watched him and hummed softly. ”Can I ask you a personal question, Percy?” she shouldn’t really. She kind of knew the answer and she had probably already asked it once. But she needed the reassurance somehow… that nothing could happen.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

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[melandreia-aa]

Her breath hitched a little as she looked up at him. Her hand found it’s way to his chest and as she spoke she carefully moved it downwards. ”Oh yes, very comfortable, and I can think of several…. situations, when the bounciness can be a perk,” she hummed as her hand came down to rub his length. A part of her wanted to make him late for work.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

” Thank you. I know I’m saying it a lot but I genuinely mean it,” she hummed as she finished her food. She wasn’t sure if they were getting dessert or not but the food really had been delicious. It distracted her from thinking about the handsome man in front of her.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

Mel groaned a little, enjoying his touch and closeness. She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes slightly. ”We’ve gotten distracted, but we’re in bed now. Properly for the first time.”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

[melandreia-aa]

Mel couldn’t help but smile. It was really happening. She couldn’t believe it. ”Thank you. I’m gonna be saying that all the time to you.” Maybe if he helped her with this she could see him again sometime.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

[melandreia-aa]

She happily kissed him back. His touch made her feel very tingly, and she really wanted to keep him close. Her breath hitched and she took his hand placing it on her breast. She wanted to feel his touch.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.