Intimate Alphabet — Rafael & Vallen (Mature)

Rafael

• A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Rafael's entire body deflates. He slumps down, whether it's on top of you, bellow, or behind, limbs sprawled to the four corners of the bed, and hair flying everywhere.

He usually groans with satisfaction, like a cat lying in sunlight, and then goes silent. The first time this happened, you assumed he had fallen asleep, but as soon as you tried to move, Rafael latched onto you, like the snapping jaws of a trap. "Where ya goin'?" he rasped, his voice lazier than normal.

Rafael laid his chin on your shoulder and kissed the side of your neck. "I ain't a pump and dump."

You laughed and turned in his arms to face him. "Cuddling wasn't part of the deal," you said, but you made no effort to break from his grip. How could you? When Rafael looks so... happy. Who would have known the thief could ever be?

"There wasn't any deal,” Rafael said, hoarse tone tingling your jaw. “We improvise, muffin."

You blinked. "Muffin?"

Raf smirked but hid his face in the crook of your neck. "Just shut up."

Since then, after sex, you know that there's no point trying to leave the bed. Rafael will not be having it. He'll always pull you to cuddle, the contact you had while being intimate not enough to satisfy him. You learned quickly that he’s touched-starved, but he never shows it more than after sex. If, while cuddling, you fall asleep, Rafael follows after you.

But if you stay awake, either talking or enjoying the silence, eventually, you'll feel a familiar poke on the outside of your thigh. "So..." Rafael drawls, hands purposely caressing your ribs as his lips busy themselves on your earlobe. "You up for another round?"

• B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The bastard is fascinated with your body. Your skin, the feeling of your flesh yielding under his palms. When he has you to himself — and sometimes, he needs to wait a whole fucking day — Rafael pounces on you like a man starved. He loves your hair, your brows, your lips, and your chin. He loves kissing your mouth, loves sucking on your lips until they're swollen and you're swallowing his saliva.

When you first tentatively met his tongue with yours, Rafael almost came right then and then. He had to stop and shut his eyes tight for a moment unless he embarrassed himself, and you'd never want to lie with him again.

That thought alone sobered him cold.

"Raf?" your sweet little voice asked. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he said, grabbed your chin, and brought you closer. "Yeah, now do what you wanted to do."

You kissed him deeply, and Rafael hasn't been the same since. If you let him, he'll worship your mouth and tongue for hours. If you're feeling generous, you're the one slipping your tongue past his teeth and Rafael will be a meowling mess in your hands. "Just like that," he says between passionate kisses. "Y— hmm."

You need to shut him up, or the man won't stop talking.

He loves your neck, both the front and the back, and the dip of your spine. The first time Rafael saw you taking off your pants, he felt his heart skip two or three beats to the point where he was sure he was about to have a heart attack. He didn't say anything, of course, because you would have stopped, and Rafael would sooner die than miss the sight of your bare ass. For God's fucking Mercy. It's perfect.

He palms at it for hours, until you're swatting his hands away. But Rafael doesn't mind, because then, he can bite it instead. You always have a bruise or two in your ass cheeks if you're dating Rafael.

But he'll admit. The best part of you is your core. The apex of your legs. He's a cheap, crass man, he knows. He won't be spewing poetry at you. He likes what he likes, and that’s the spot that'll take him to Heaven.

• C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There's little decorum when it comes to Rafael. He doesn't want to have it with you.

If you're a man, Rafael will have his mouth on you for hours. He likes to have you lying down, sprawled before him, so he can wander his hands along your body while his mouth swallows you whole. Every time you come, Rafael swallows and then snaps your head up to give you a deep kiss.

He's never done this with a past lover before. Rafael has slept with a couple of men, but the only time oral sex was involved, it was the partner who took care of him. Rafael felt bad, afterward, for not returning the favor, and part of him always felt curious as to what it was like.

"Gotta be patient," he says, licking your hip bone, dark eyes flickering to yours. "I've never done this before." Rafael pauses. "But I won't hurt you. I'd sooner dislocate my jaw before I hurt ya."

If you're a woman, Rafael would rather go down on you, but if you push him on the mattresses and straddle him, the bastard will do whatever the hell you want him to. "Damn," he says, hands squeezing your waist as you kiss down his happy trail. "Fuck, you look so good. What ya gonna do, uh? Tell me."

You don't need to answer. You just grab him firmly and bring him to your mouth.

It's always a point of pride when you make him too incoherent to speak. Although it never lasts for long. "Hey," he says eventually, fingers urgent on your cheek, your brow, sweeping the bottom of your lip. The other hand likes to pinch your nipple if he can get to it. "Hey, I— I'm close."

Whether you swallow it or not, it's up to you. Rafael doesn't say anything either way, but if you do, his pupils blow wide and his mouth cracks open, and he'll always pull you for a bruising kiss.

In either sex, Rafael loves to come in you. "I'll get ya pennyroyal after, yeah?" he babbles as he thrusts, the rhythm mad and sloppy. "Please."

• D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Your scent alone can get him going.

Rafael didn't know about this. He didn't want to know. It was a bloody accident, okay? One night, while on the road, you asked to come into his tent to train lockpicking. Rafael offered to do it outside, but you complained it was raining, so he agreed, even if the thought of being alone with you in close quarters made him... uncomfortable.

And excited.

What the hell's wrong with him?

But you came, and Rafael was pleased to see you were improving. "Still shit," he said and smirked at your frown. "But gettin' better."

When you left, he decided to get some shut-eye. Hadrian would be coming soon to wake him for his watch, and Rafael would rather avoid falling asleep during it. If Alessa caught him, she would slit his throat.

So, Rafael lay on his bedroll, closed his eyes... and, his skin was getting warm. Too warm. His eyes flew open –

Rafal could smell you.

He lifted his head and spotted the long-sleeved shirt you had discarded when you stepped into his tent.

A beat.

To his mounting horror, Rafal realized he was getting hard. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he growled, cheeks blazing, and threw your damn shirt into the rain. Part of him flinched in regret, but the other part turned around and threw himself on his bedroll, trying to shut out any thought of you from his mind.

And his nether regions.

But it was no point. When Hadrian came to get him, Rafael was wide awake. He didn't sleep a minute. Damn you and your perfect scent.

• E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a good experience. Rafael and the Pirate may be the only ROs who had sex with the same person regularly. The Pirate has his paramours, while Rafael had one proper relationship.

Rafael got to experience the other side of sex. The calmer, familiar side of it. The routine side of it.

He grew to like it as much as the passionate, feverish lovemaking.

With you, he's not there yet, but Rafael wants to be. He wants to learn what you like, and how you like it. Should he squeeze you at the end, and keep fucking you as you come? Do you like biting? Can he hold your hand? What's the best angle, the best spot to have you curling your toes? How should he grab you, what should he say into your ear?

Rafael may not seem like it, because he loses himself in you completely every time, no matter how long you're together, but he's learning. He's mapping your body, and how you react to his. He wants to make sure you never want anyone else; that he satisfies you so completely that you don’t even think of another man. Wants to mold your body to his so that another other person would just fit wrong.

"You like this?" he asks, and you may believe he's only dirty talking, but Rafael is sincere. "You sound like it. You sound so good. What about this, my love? Ya like it?"

"Yes!"

Rafael smiles and rewards you with a sweet kiss. Putting the spot to memory.

He'll also tell you what he likes. If you pull his hair, Rafael quickens his pace and kisses you deeper. If you hug him to you, his fingers sink into the flesh of your thigh. If you cry his name, Rafael will mumble yours, "so pretty," he says, suckling the pulse point of your throat, "you sound s’fuckin’ pretty yellin' my name. I drive ya wild, yeah? Say it again. Fuck, please, say it again."

• F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves to face you, your legs bent and held high, as he buries himself in you. The more involved you get, the more he likes it. He wants you to grab his hair or suffocate him in your arms – Rafael likes it when you press his face to your bosom/chest and feel himself gasping for air. He encourages your free leg to curl around him, and your hands on his ass, setting the rhythm.

He wants to have access to your mouth, your throat, and your chest, so facing you is the best position. If he can, he'll bend down and catch a nipple in his lips. If he can't, Rafael busies his tongue by saying whatever pops into his mind.

But he'll pretty much try and do anything you want. You want him beneath you? Sure. You'd rather he takes you from behind? He can do that. Whatever you want, as long as he can touch you. That's his one rule. "I can't not touch you," he says through gritted teeth when you tell him to sit still. "Break my bones if ya want, but don't tell me I can't touch ya."

• G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Even if Rafael was trying to be casual, he wouldn't be able to. As soon as you kiss him, your hands dragging up his neck to cup his cheeks, Rafael is a goner.

You've got him. He would fall on his knees in front of you if it didn't mean it'd break the kiss.

He's just too devoted and heated to make jokes. He babbles and sputters whatever is on his mind, but it's not exactly a conversation. If you laugh, Rafael usually either stares at the way your boobs bounce/your chest heaves as you do, or he ignores it and keeps doing what he's doing. If you really laugh, stopping completely, he'll blink, confused, until you stop.

If you don't, he'll try to kiss you to set the mood right again. “C’mon,” he says, trying to get you to kiss him back. “Not now, yeah?”

But he is more casual after. While basking in the afterglow, lying together, Rafael will act as if a boulder has been lifted off his shoulders. You see him truly relaxed, perhaps for the first time, and you get a glimpse of the type of man he would have been if life hadn't soured him so. He'll goof, laugh, joke, and poke you much more than he does on the outside, where his guard is up, and the world is out to get him — and you. He's gotta look out for you too, now.

But in the throes of passion? Rafael is the opposite of goofy. Maybe unintentionally, he is. You can definitely laugh at some of the things he says.

• H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not very well groomed, but then again, he doesn't need to. To Rafael's heartbreak, he's not very hairy. He would want a respectable bear and hair on his arms and legs. Alas, God gave him a goatee and smooth limbs.

His happy trail is faint, the same brown of his hair, and his pubic hairs are fainter than most men. If you complain about it, though, Rafael shaves it immediately. Just don't ask him to get rid of his goatee. "There ain’t a way."

"But—"

"No."

• I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He's incredibly intimate without trying to be. It was actually an issue when Rafael sought the company of courtesans at his most lonely. Rafael didn't mean to be intimate, he just was, and the poor woman had to deflect him twice so that he wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth.

Rafael had been seized by an intense loneliness, then, and at the second time, he told her it was best if they just stopped.

With you, there are no such barriers. He'll grab your hand, hold it tight, and kiss the palm with reverent lips. When he's going down on you, Rafael will set his eyes on your face, maintaining intense eye contact, wanting to drink in every minuscule expression. When he's rocking against you, he'll often seek your lips, in a quick peck or a deep kiss, just to confirm that you're there, and you have him.

Rafael is always praising you. How good you look, and how good you feel, and how pretty you sound, and how much he adores you. He'll steal things for you constantly and put them in your pockets. If you wear the ring he got you, Rafael will suck the finger in his mouth to feel the gold with his tongue.

There's no mechanical, dispassionate sex to be had with Rafael.

• J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would masturbate more often if it wasn't for his intense self-hatred. To be honest, Rafael doesn't like to touch himself in any way, much less a sexual one.

When he joins your company, however, and as your friendship grows and so do his feelings, he finds that he can't resist it. Thoughts of you spiral in his mind until he's half mad. He tries to drink, gamble, and even considers visiting a brothel but thinks better of it. Nothing works. He can't get you out of his damn mind.

So, one night, he gives in, closes his eyes tight, and imagines it's you who touches him and not his disgusting hand. You kiss him and don't mind the gap in his tooth. And you open your pretty lips and moan his name and —

Rafael has never come quicker.

He feels the familiar sense of loathing and loneliness and cleans himself quickly. The worst part is that it doesn't work. He didn't get you out of his system. Now, he's even more obsessed with you.

In desperation, Rafael will ask to pray with Hadrian. The righteous mercenary accepts, to his surprise, and that's the only thing that helps. But as soon as he gets up, prayers done...

You smile at him from afar, and his heart skips a beat.

• K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very big praise kink. To give, of course, but he's taken aback when you reciprocate.

The first time you praise him, Rafael goes shocked still in your arms. You're concerned, but he hides his face from you and sets it on the crook of your neck. "What was that?" he says, his voice muffled by your skin.

You caress his hair, fingers gentle. "I said, you're so good at this, Raf," you say, and kiss his temple.

He shivers against you.

"Raf?" you ask, trying to see his face, but he pushes it harder against you.

"Hmm, like that," he says, his arms locking around you.

And you don't mention the dampness you feel in your throat. You just keep holding him.

• L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere.

You come to him, and Rafael is willing to do it right then, no matter where you are. There's only ground? He can bear a sore back. "I'll be under, and ya can get use me as bedding." On a staircase? That's interesting. Rafael likes the logistics. The bed is a classic, of course, as is the bedroll.

He can adapt. As long as you're down, he's ready.

• M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You being kind to him, complimenting him, or generally being mindful of his well-being. When you bring him dinner, you steal his breath away. Your proximity is enough to get his head lighter, especially when you incline your neck, and he gets a whiff of your scent.

He likes your fingers and likes to see you fumbling with his lockpicks. Rafael caught you writing in your secret journal, once, and the way your hand effortlessly guided the quill entranced him. He wanted to kiss each finger and have you write on his skin, but then, the bastard shook his head and removed himself, a pit opening in his stomach.

But you do one thing that drives him insane. The first time it happened, you were kissing. It was playful and innocent, not very heated, but then, you tilted your head and probed your tongue against his lips. Rafael immediately parted them, granting you access, but to his surprise, you didn't delve deeper.

You curled your tongue on his tooth gap and sucked.

He jerked away from you, completely shell-shocked. "What the fuck?"

You seemed concerned. "Was that bad? Should I not— Hm!"

You can't finish, because Rafael is stealing the breath from your lungs. The man's hands fumbling under your clothes. It was the best lay you had in a while.

From then on, you can use it whenever you're in the mood for some fast, rough sex.

• N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Don't insult him. Don't demean him. Don't laugh at him. It'll cut him deep and leave him bleeding.

Rafael doesn't like it when you compare him to past lovers or the thought of sharing you. It makes him shake even thinking about it.

He can't have you blinding or restricting him. It triggers terrible memories that'll leave him gasping for air. So, no ropes, cuffs, or chains. No hands around the neck either and don't ask it of him. He won't do it.

Rafael can't hurt you. He'll go as fast and rough as you want, but there's a limit that he won't cross.

• O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Vastly prefers to give. Rafael would die happy between your thighs. He doesn't tire and doesn't seem to run out of air. He'll put his hands firmly on your thighs, spreading them wide so he can have complete access to all of you. He'll use his tongue, nose, and his dextrous fingers to have you seeing stars.

He's incredibly good at it, and only gets better the more times you're together. Rafael told you that you're like a lock, the most complex he's ever met, and he only needs to find the spots that'll make you open up to him.

He wants to have you moaning and gasping with your chest heaving up and down. Wants to see you arching your back, curling your toes, and coming on his tongue again and again and again. He would admit an addiction if Rafael thought it to be a problem.

He gets off on it, rolling his hips against the mattress for some desperate friction. At times, he comes with you, your name on his tongue and your juices dripping down his chin.

He loves the taste of you, the wetness, the warmth. The closest thing to Heaven, eh? He'll go to Hell for just thinking it, but Raf believes it's worth it.

• P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rafael doesn't really know how to pace himself. He'll start at 100% at end at 350% 😆. His hands shake as they reach for you, fingers clutching and squeezing as if you're the last person on earth; as if it's his last night alive.

He'll kiss you fervently, sloppy and full of teeth, and yank your clothes off, wasting little time with games or teasers. He doesn't need a build-up, he's there already. This doesn't mean he'll jump to the penetration part, but he'll be kissing down your neck, fingers caressing your inner thighs and his leg pressing against your core in no time.

If you want to take it slow and prolong the sensuality of it, it'll have to come from you. You'll have to take the reins and calm him down, shushing him beside his ear. "Shh, Rafael," you say, lightly nibbling on the lobe. "We have all night."

"And I plan to have you all night," he says, but you grab his face and pull it towards you.

"Rafael Borja," you say, staring into his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, but slowly, you see them focusing on you. "I want slow tonight."

And he obeys.

• Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. He only wishes he could have more of them throughout the day.

Sometimes, when he sees you grinning at Hadrian, or planning routes with that cocky Pirate, Rafael has half a mind to grab your hand and pull you away from them. He'll drag you to the closest place you can be alone and make you forget all about those other men. Men who are worthier than him, and could offer you so much more...

He bares his teeth to no one and sulks the rest of the day.

But Rafael loves a quickie. All the more if you're the one seeking him out and pushing him into a storage room or the back of a large rock beside the river. Whatever you want, he's down. Extremely enthusiastically.

• R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to gamble.

So, Rafael will make bets with you, and have the loser pay the consequences. Whether that's the loser having to yell the other's name from the top of their lungs the next night or sitting still while his hand slowly inches up your thigh as you're at the table with your companions.

Rafael also loves drunk sex. He only does it when you're both in a relationship and give prior consent, but it's fun and free, and he cackles until he's doubled over and out of breath. One time, he dropped you and laughed so hard that his knees gave out. You were both sprawled on the floor when Alessa walked in.

She stopped, processed the situation...

And left.

You think you burst out a rib, shrieking so hard.

• S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He's not the most athletic out of the ROs — especially now, having been on the run — but Rafael seems to have boundless energy when he's with you. Every time, he's no less intense, no less passionate.

The first few times, Rafael comes fast. He's embarrassed about it but doesn't give you time to be disappointed before he's using his mouth. Slowly, he gains resistance, but even so, he can come fast if you do or say something he particularly likes.

When you tell him you love him during sex, Rafael climaxes so hard, he needs ten minutes to return to his body.

He never wants it to end. Whether it's sex, the dinner you're sharing, or the road you're walking together. If he could, he'd stretch those moments forever and live in them until he's called to the afterlife. He knows life won't bless him with unlimited happiness. He knows it will all end, one way or another.

There's always an underlying desperation when he's with you. A clinging to every second. If only Rafael could make the dawn never come.

• T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He prefers not to use anything on you as it comes across like you're not satisfied with his own hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue — but if you play your cards right (as in, you win him at cards), Rafael could be convinced (as in, lost a bet) otherwise.

• U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's very fair. Rafael doesn't have the presence of mind to tease, he'd feel like he's teasing himself and why the hell would he want that?

Honestly, Rafael is only unfair when he's whispering into your ear while slipping his hands between your bodies to play with your sex. "D'want more? How d'ya want it? Tell me." / "That feel good? How much?" / "Can you take all of me? You're stuffed full already." / "You're s'fucking beautiful. God bloody—" / "Beg me. I'll go harder if ya beg."

• V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Apart from Ysabella, he's the more vocal of the ROs.

He babbles incoherent words when he's really getting into it, his pleasure overwriting his ability to form sentences. When that's gone, Rafael will groan, moan, and sigh wantonly. You'll never have to doubt if he's enjoying something or not.

If Rafael can't tell you, he'll moan it.

• W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rafael has had his heart broken three times. Once by family, the other by a lover, and the last by a friend.

• X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not particularly big but he has the girt.

• Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Rafael's middle name is yearn. He's touch starved, and incredibly lonely. Most nights, he has only his memories and imagination to keep him from succumbing to despair.

When you look at him and see him. When you treat him like a human being, Rafael latches onto that. He latches onto you. He'll yearn and burn for you, never saying a word, hyper-aware whenever you're near, whenever you turn in his direction.

Rafael dreams of kissing you and knowing what your skin feels like. He doesn't dream more than that, because there's little point. It won't happen.

When it does, not even an army could pry him away from you.

• Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Always willing the night to last forever, remember?

He'll do his best not to fall asleep, gently tracing your skin, and speaking to you in hushed tones. Even when you fall asleep, Rafael fights the prickling in his eyes as long as he can so he can look over you. He's aware of how creepy it is, but what you don't know won't hurt you. So, he steals whatever moments he can, fighting off tiredness with the tenacity of a desperate man.

Just to cling, for a few seconds more, to this perfect moment.

- - -

Vallen

Let me preface this by saying that, as you know, Vallen is still somewhat new to me. I don't know her voice as well as the others and her recent status as an RO makes it so that I haven’t given a lot of thought to her romantic background.

This is to warn that, whatever you read here may change. If in-game something contradicts what is written here, don't be confused. It's bound to happen, so please, don't take this as written in stone.

• A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Vallen is very quiet. Almost unsettling so.

You don't hear her heavy breathing or content sighs. When you turn your head to check on her, you find her eyes on yours. The hazel glints like speaks of gold, and her long, blond hair seems to be glowing too, as it lays over her shoulder. It covers half of one perky breast. Her white arm covers her flat stomach, her hand resting on the inside of her thigh.

You drag your eyes towards her face again and find her smiling. "Was that how it's supposed to go?"

You try to gather your thoughts, still coming down from the afterglow. "Why? You didn't like it?"

Vallen's little smile widens. She puts her elbow on the mattress between you, and half crawls closer. "I did," she says, "very much."

"You could have led with that," you murmur, your pride safeguarded.

Vallen tilts her head. Her hair swifts, like liquid gold. You're about to reach for it when Vallen slowly lifts her hand and brings it closer to your face. Her smile is gone, but this close, you can see her flushed skin and the light perspiration on her brow. It makes her so painfully normal. Human.

She touches you. "Do you like me more?" she asks, resting her forehead against yours, her eyes never leaving you.

-

From then on, afterward, Vallen will usually slide closer and touch you. Her touch is not sensual or sexual, it's innocent, explorative. She traces her fingers on your arms, your belly, your hips. On occasion, she presses her lips on you, butterfly kisses on specific spots of your body.

If you have your glove, she will remove it, and kiss your palm, ignoring the way your other hand clutches the bedsheets. If you don't have your glove, Vallen holds your hand and brings it to her heart, asking if you can feel her heartbeat.

You never can. You tell her yes, every time.

• B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Vallen likes to watch your eyelashes. She likes the beauty mark on your calf, the way your muscles move underneath your skin when she presses a nail to them. She likes how your skin goosebumps when she breathes on it, and she likes how you close your eyes when she touches you there, in the apex of your legs.

Vallen likes how your body reacts to her. How your voice changes after you kiss her, and how your eyes darken when she undresses before you. She is obsessed with your pulse, with the feeling of rushing blood beneath her fingertips. If you ever cry in front of her, Vallen will gather the tear with one gentle finger and bring it to her mouth.

She supposes she likes your eyes the most. She wants them on her always.

For herself, I would say Vallen's favorite body part is her mouth. She likes how much you kiss her. She likes pecking down your neck, to your spine, and licking the salt from each vertebra. She likes tasting you. She likes putting your thumb on her mouth, closing her lips around it, and suck.

She can do so many things with her mouth.

Who would have thought the priests assured her it was only good for eating?

• C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It surprised her the first time. What is that?

Vallen didn't understand what you meant that you were close, and she certainly didn't understand why you stopped and pulled out of her. But when you hunched and spilled... something in your hands, she could only watch in fascination.

After, she convinced you to taste it. It was foul. Thick and bitter and sticky. Vallen tried hard not to show it, but you could tell. "You asked for it," you said, wiping the corner of her lips.

Vallen laughed. "You've been doing this all your life?"

From then on, she gets used to it. She likes how you groan when she goes down on you too much to let the aftertaste stop her.

• D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Vallen has watched people having sex with a curious tilt of her head and a light furrow of her brows. The sounds, the slapping of flesh, and the passion of it all disturbed her. It almost disgusted her. But a part of her was fascinated, like standing in wait to witness an execution.

One can't look away.

She had felt attraction before and had her body react to it, but it was passing and feeble. It isn't so with you. Vallen can't believe how wet she gets when you touch her. When you undress her, your hands brushing her clothes away to poll at her feet. She cannot believe how hard it is to breathe, how much her stomach coils in on itself. She cannot believe the sounds she makes when you first kiss her and parts her lips for you to explore her.

Her core hurt with how much she needed you, and Vallen could not be disgusted when your fingers touched her swollen lips and pressed on her entrance.

She remembered the woman she had watched, how her hoarse cries disturbed her. Vallen understands now.

• E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience before you. She has never laid with anyone. She hasn't even kissed anyone. The only RO not to.

• F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Does not have one. Vallen hasn't experienced enough to.

You do missionary the first couple of times, and she yells in surprise when, out of nowhere, you pick her up and flip her on her belly. Vallen feels you spreading her legs, and when you enter her anew, her eyes roll to the back of her head at this new angle.

From then onwards, she keeps looking for ways to be creative and feel something new. She loves sitting in your lap, her hands cupping your face and letting you kiss her until her lungs scream for air. She likes to push you down, and feel you fight her in a struggle for control. She likes crossing her legs with yours and rolling her hips at the same time as you, staring into your eyes.

But I'd say her favorite is probably doggy. When you close your marked hand around her neck and arch her back, molding her to your desire. Vallen has to bite the bedsheets not to scream when your teeth sink into her shoulders.

• G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She won't laugh much, but she will smile on occasion. Vallen is naturally quiet when you're intimate, barely making a sound as if you're on the verge of being walked in on.

To be honest, I have trouble imagining a High Corrupted Romanus laughing much either. I think your lovemaking is intense, possessive, and brutal.

That's how she prefers it.

• H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She's very well groomed. Vallen shaves the fine, golden hairs on her mound and groin. It's not too much of a hassle for they grow slowly and are always a peach fuzz. You once told her she looks young like this, and Vallen took it as a compliment. "Aren't women supposed to look young?"

You frown. "Not like this."

She shrugged.

• I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Like Rafael, she's intimate without meaning to. Vallen needs to be clutching you, whatever part she can. She'll grip your hand (the black one, if she can) and almost crush it in her grip. She wants your eyes on her, and when they’re not, Vallen bites, scratches, or pinches you until you snap them open.

If you're a woman, Vallen loves to flush your chests together, and feel shivers down her spine whenever your nipples brush hers. She'll take your mouth, then, teeth biting your lips, wanting to taste your blood. Wanting hers to mingle with yours in your tongue.

If Romanus is male, she loves it when you grab her hair, hold her hips up, and drive into her as deep as you can, rough and brutal. But her chest tightens when you halt and lower yourself to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

• J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn't. Before you, Vallen never touched her body in that way.

It's you who makes her. You sit her down, whispering commands in her ear. "Touch yourself there, press here." Vallen comes hard, leaning against you, and smiles when you tell her how good she is.

But after that, she doesn't indulge when she's alone. She doesn't feel the urge.

• K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blood kind. It's not vampiric, but Vallen loves tasting the metallic tang in your blood. She loves it even more when you bite her too, and your blood drips together from her chin. She loves pressing her bloodied lips against your skin, leaving a trail of small lip-shaped marks.

She takes a finger and paints the bridge of your nose with it. "Mine," she whispers, her pupils blown wide and her fingers digging into the flesh of your shoulders. She wishes she could consume you whole or better yet, have you consumed her. "You're mine."

You smile into the kiss, your canines brushing her bottom lip. "What does that make you, Marian?"

Your voice is low like a predator, like a beast. She could come from the sound of it. "Yours," she says and closes her eyes when you devour her.

She also kind of has a crying kink 😆 if there's such a thing. But seeing you so overwhelmed with pleasure just does something to her. She'll lick each one of your tears, begging you to keep crying.

• L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Vallen likes to do it in places where you're bound to get caught 😆. She loves pulling you to storage rooms, or coming to you when you bathe in a stream, knowing that your traveling companions are not far behind.

The danger of it thrills her to the very core, but while most try not to get caught, Vallen hopes that you do. She wears your hickeys, bite marks, and scratches proudly on her skin, but there's nothing better than someone seeing first-hand who you chose and belong to.

She'll stare at them over your shoulder, her creepy little smile in place.

• M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you take hold of your own destiny, carve your own path. Vallen wants you powerful, unwilling to bend your knee to others.

It always attracted her, that ruthless climb to authority. She serves the Red Guard because she believes the Theers are the most powerful family in the land, and she hopes that one day, they'll rival the monarchy.

But then she met you, and she saw you raw, and Vallen fell for it. When your lips curl, and your arms shake, her breath hitches. She desires you madly.

When you grab her, and haul her by the waist, kissing her in the light of day, she feels electricity in her veins. When you unabashedly pull her to your lap while you're sitting with others, she needs to rub her legs together.

That gets her going.

• N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I honestly can't think of any. There isn't much Vallen is not open to. She even likes pain, in measured amounts, both to receive or inflict.

There's nothing you can say or do that'll drive her away. Just don't ever say that you'll leave her. You cannot, you see.

You're bound now. Until death do you part.

• O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers to give. She likes to service you because she wants to see the effect she has on you. She drinks in every one of your sounds and facial expressions. When you're having sex, sometimes Vallen gets so overwhelmed that she can't properly watch you, but here, with her on her knees, she can do nothing else.

But she also likes it when you're the one pleasuring her. It's hard not to. Vallen likes to come on your tongue and watch you lap at her folds. Drinking her in.

• P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She lets you set the pace, for the most part. Mostly out of inexperience on her part, Vallen doesn't always know how to start or how she should proceed. She tends to like your lovemaking hard and rough, but that doesn't mean she'll dislike it if you take your time.

She's enchanted when you're gentle with her, so uncharacteristic of you, and you dance together rather than work against each other. When she learns to be bolder and climb on top of you, Vallen will purposely move sensually, rolling her hips at the rhythm of a song only she hears, and tilt your head back, smiling deviously while keeping you away.

• Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fun and thrilling. When you push her clothes aside, and bury your teeth on her neck, Vallen rolls her head back and grabs onto your hair from behind, a smile gracing her lips. She adores it. Adores your desperation for her flesh. "Take it," she whispers when you enter her, sighing in relief.

She'll search for you as well, whenever she feels the unfamiliar urge of desire. Vallen has no qualms in getting right to it, quickly getting off before going about her day.

• R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, she's a big risk-taker! Likes to toy with the risk of discovery and wouldn't mind at all if others watched you fucking her. Even better if it's someone who’s pining after you. Vallen knows who they are, of course. She spotted them almost immediately.

If they desire you too much, she arranges a way for them to see you together. She'll try to mark you as well, biting your collarbones and neck until they bruise.

You better not try to hide them, Vallen will not be having it.

• T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, her inexperience comes into play but, honestly, I don't see Vallen particularly enjoying them. She gets off on you, and you alone. Pleasure for pleasure's sake is an alien concept to her. If it's not your skin, your fingers, your mouth, and your tongue, she does not want it.

She tolerates being tied down, but Vallen never truly enjoys it. She'll do it on you if you want, but she misses your hands on her immediately. Blinds are ridiculous — why would she cover your eyes? Why would she ever cover her own?

She will not allow any kind of phallic-shaped object near her. She wants you only.

• U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She can be a tease when she gets into it. Vallen likes to 'switch' her voice and manners, blinking wide eyes at you as if she doesn't understand what it is you could possibly want. "Oh? What is it?" she asks when you lightly nudge your nose on her throat. "Am I in your way?"

You know that, whenever she makes that voice, you're in for a frustrating time. She'll turn her head at the last second when you go to kiss her and trace her fingers on your body as if your skin is burning hot as she cannot linger. She'll wiggle beneath you, and try to run across the room, laughing when you gather her in your arms and toss her back to the mattress.

Vallen will lightly peck your face when you're trying to sleep, gradually deepening the kisses until she's adding tongue, and moaning softly in your ear, and sleep is the last damn thing on your mind.

She enjoys pushing your buttons, and seeing how far she can go before you've had enough. And once you do... well, Vallen likes your punishments too.

• V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barely makes a noise. When she's close to coming, she'll whine very softly but usually, Vallen tries to muffle it either by biting the sheets, her hand, or you, if the angle allows it.

• W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can't think of one that isn't a big spoiler 😭. Sorry.

• X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slender body, but not as much as Alessa's. Vallen's thighs have some meat in them. Her breasts are perky and pink, and her hands and feet are small for the length of her limbs.

• Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high before she met you.

Even when she's with you, Vallen will not need to sleep with you often. She wants you to want her. Wants you to seek her, and touch her, but if it doesn't lead to sex, she won't be disappointed.

She does find herself yearning for you, on long nights when you're apart, and bites her lips with a restless energy. If she's able, she'll slip out of bed and get into yours, if not, Vallen will don her cloak and brave the night, losing herself in the shadows.

• Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She adores the moments after the most. When you're spent and tired, lying next to her. Vallen refuses to fall asleep so she can be with you, either talking or simply taking in each other's company in silence.

If you sleep first (which won't happen much with a high Corrupted Romanus), Vallen stares at you. It's like Rafael does, but with her, she's not even trying not to be creepy. Her eyes unblinking, her lips parted, and her hand...

Inching closer and closer to your marked one, covered to the elbow in black.

- - -

Lance

... I've realized that I can't do the alphabet for our bard. Half the questions I couldn't answer and the other half I could only say half-truths.

It would just be a very poor read, so I won't be doing it.

Maybe in the future, when Lance's route hits a couple of big milestones, I'll publish his. ♡