#[Feel your heart pound -n.s.f.w-]

[soulsxng]

The sting of Eleare's claws digging into his back is a welcome sensation, as is the contrasting, gentle brush of their tails against his skin. One pair of hands stays pressed into the sheets,his fingers laced tight with theirs, even as the other grips their thigh and pushes their leg up further. The thrusts of his hips are fervent and deep, chasing whatever high he'd gotten from their prior fight. Nose is pressed into the crook of their neck — teeth bared and scraping against heated, unmarked skin — and the temptation to bite down is near impossible to ignore…

…and so he doesn't.

A possessive growl ripples past his lips as he finds a spot a bit lower on their neck — more towards their shoulder and thus easier to hide, if need be. Sharp teeth graze the spot at first, as if he didn't intead to bite down, but they sink in not a moment later. It's quick, though, and he smoothes his tongue over the broken skin right afterwards. The hand rooted to their thigh releases its grip, if only to purchase in holding their hip. With the next meeting of their hips, he pulls theirs to his and gives an almost purposeful, languid roll afterwards.

This slowness — this closeness — is what the king takes a moment to savor. His lips press to the inari's skin again, favoring the same spot with affections first… before his attentions drift up their neck and to their jaw. “I could never get enough of you…” he says, voice rough and only loud enough for them to hear, “I need you.”

@sansloii

Every time they end up like this, Eleare finds themself wondering in the back of their mind how they ended up like this. Going from a blade at the dragon King's throat one moment, to being caught in a wild entanglement of limbs and mind numbing pleasure.

They were supposed to kill him. He was their target, and yet...the more they'd come to learn about him-- the more they interacted with each other-- the more the aifaen came to feel as though this man wasn't the monster that they'd been made to believe that he was. They'd never been one to take jobs against those that didn't deserve death...that had been a personal code of honor for them since they'd begun this type of work.

Hence why they continued to come and fight with him like they did. Exhilarating battles that came so intimately close...how could they not find themselves hanging onto that feeling?

"A-ah...!"

Sharp teeth sinking into the junction of their neck and shoulder broke them from their already fragmented thoughts, though. The blooming warms that the pain saw spreading through them, soothed by the swiping of soft, now blood slicked tongue.

But the pain wasn't the bad sort. It was the sort that had Eleare's toes curling in the anticipation of more. The kind that made them want to look Roderick in the eyes and tell him that they would happily let him devour him then and there. The kind that made the closeness between them feel even deeper, even more satisfying...and yet stoking their craving all the more.

Their leg is lifted so high that their heel is hooked on his shoulder, one of their tails curled around Roderick's thigh, another draping over one of his arms. A moan, completely unabashed, and laced with an eager, throaty laugh spills from their lips, and their hips shift to meet his halfway. The sensation sends electricity up their spine with every last thrust, every last movement of wanton, primal dance that they were locked into.

"I'm yours..." They murmur against his lips, not even thinking about the bit of drool that had made its way to their chin, or the lack of breath, and the low, coaxing growls leaving them likely sounding half-feral. Roderick needed them, and of course, they were only too pleased to oblige him. "I'm yours, so you can do with me as you wish...have as much of me as you wish. Rest assured that I'll be claiming every last inch of you as well, my Roderick."

It was dangerous...and they knew that this couldn't last. But for now, that only made the compulsion to at least *try* to get their fill of him consume them all the more.

They deserved that much, didn't they? Both of them deserved at least that much...

[soulsxng--a]

🔞🔞 for whoever's loudest!

If JJ thinks that he and his partner are going to be caught, he’s almost guaranteed to orgasm faster than usual. Not by a ton, but it’s definitely noticeable, considering how long it usually takes him.

Dressing up is also a good way to get him going. And it doesn’t matter if it’s him getting himself all dressed up and nice for his partner (and he’ll do this in any relationship he’s in, unprompted), or them doing the same for him-- he’ll be into it all the same. Though it might backfire a tiny bit if they’re the one that dresses up for him, since he’ll want to take a little while to just admire.

One of the best ways to get Mei going is honestly just a good ol’ makeout session. He’s perfectly content to just pull his partner into his lap, or settle into his partner’s lap himself and just kiss on them until neither can hold themselves back anymore.

If it’s just a one night stand not so much, but one thing that some of his longer-standing partners will notice is that he tends to like to be a little silly leading up to, or during sex. Whether it’s just him teasing them about something (or vice-versa), or him playing little games with them (like making them chase him down or vice-versa), or even just having to lay back for a minute to laugh off something that didn’t go quite right. It’s actually one of the more intimate things that his partner will see from him, as most people don’t really see genuine laughter or smiles from him too often while he’s working-- gotta keep up the image, after all.

He’s not always the biggest fan of being restrained, but if he trusts his partner enough, he’ll probably allow it. That’s probably one of the only ways that he’ll stay still enough for body worship or over-stimulation play of any sort...both of which he’s extremely weak to, but usually too impatient to sit through and not try to take control.

He likes the feeling of his partners eyes on him, and that, coupled with the fact that he also loves to tease his partners, makes giving his partners a show here and there a favorite of his. Whether it’s in the bedroom, or on a stage, he doesn’t care-- he just wants to make his partner need him.

[eleanorbloom]

From the very first day (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 19. Begging | Lingerie | Ass Worship

A/N: Hello! In simpler words, this is a mix of rewrite of ch. 17 with some Kinktober stuff.

I know chapter 17 was pure perfection, it was romantic and sweet. But there are some things that I missed, and as I’m a hopeless romantic and intense I’ll fill those missing parts with this fic. I wrote this without intending to be a kinktober fic, but as yesterday the prompt was lingerie, and this fics has lingerie, I decided last minute that this will be kinktober fic.

I hope you enjoy it!

Taglist:   @romewritingshop @utterlyinevitable @starrystarrytrouble @lahellacute  @lahamseiroshoe  @princesslahela @mckenzie-bae @choicesficwriterscreations @lucy-268 @interobanginyourmom @bratzlahela@mckenzie-bae @mercury84choices​

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Eleanor is proudly looking at Ethan and Naveen on their way to get more donations when a warm palm takes her by the waist. She turns around and meets with the amber eyes of her favorite person in the world.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

“Oh, yeah?”—She asks, tugging the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to her body. He instantly wraps his arms around her waist as his body is flush to hers.— “Had your fill of donors?”

“For a lifetime. What I haven’t gotten my fill of, however, is dancing with you.”

“We can fix that.”—She states with a smile on her face, parting a few inches so Bryce can lead her onto the dance floor.

A slow dance is playing, and it takes them nothing to pull each other closer, Eleanor clinging onto his neck as Bryce presses his fingers into the small of her back, caressing her around her waist in soft and soothing circles. Their bodies move in perfect synchrony with the gentle beat of the melody. 

“How are you holding up?”

He looks at her golden eyes with inquisitiveness, not giving her space to hide anything from him. Since she was back at work, he had taken as a sacred duty to check on her every once in a while to make sure she was okay, and the gala wouldn’t be any exception.

“It’s been a strange night.”—She answers, shrugging for a moment.— “I don’t know whether to think of this gala as a victory or defeat, either way, I’ll always think I could’ve done more.”

As he senses the anxiety is stiffing her movements and affecting her features, he lifts a hand and tucks a wavy strand of hair behind her ear. His light touch makes her closes her eyes for a second.

“Don’t think about that right now, okay? This very second, it’s just you and me, together, enjoying the music.”

She nods with a sweet and peaceful smile, like his touch and his words had worked like a charm on her. She leans on him and both keep swaying to the music.

“This is nice.”—She whispers after several seconds as if she’s in a trance and only has a second to express something in coherent language.

The soft melodies are still playing, the soft murmurs of the people fill the air, but at that moment, just the two of them exist. Nothing else matters.

“Being nice with you is always nice.”

Bryce pulls her back and gazes at her with a look of intense longing and tenderness. She still feels numb, but his eyes just make her feel dizzy. Drunk. Drunk of happiness, of peace, of tenderness. Even of desperation. She could never understand what power he had to always make her feel that good with just so little, just with his presence. Since the very first day.

She looks into the iridescence of his amber eyes, where she never gets tired of looking at. Where she would always discover a different tone or a new freckle. Where she wouldn’t mind getting lost in forever. Where every time she looks at them, the earth stops spinning and everything's alright.

And as if an external force is possessing her, she tightens the grip around his neck, tugs him down her face, and closes her eyes, just as her scarlet lips brush his gently, following the delicacy of the melody.

It doesn’t take him a second before he returns the kiss, as if he had been thinking the same but Eleanor had been quicker. He tilts his head to one side giving her free access to his mouth. His grip around her also tightens, making their hearts beating next to each other, mere inches away. Eleanor opens her mouth briefly at first, tasting his lips into hers, but then her tongue invades him, and she identifies the sweetness of the peach and the vodka in his breath, vestiges of the sex on the beach he had drunk earlier.

Bryce then cups her cheeks with both hands and intensifies the kiss even more, his tongue swirling and caressing hers gentle enough to not make an improper scene in front of the whole hospital, but not as timid as a first kiss. He knows the perfect balance between restraint and eagerness.

After a while, Eleanor sighs when they part to catch some air. They stare at each other, smiling, his eyes like two golden orbs radiating the most exquisite warmth towards her, and his lips curving in the most dazzling grin that not even Beatrice Hornsby could resist this time.

And she can’t resist to kiss him again, and again, and again, like is never enough. And he can’t resist her, either. He could never.

They had been deaf this whole time, secluded from the world, but after a while, the began to notice the murmurs around them, especially the mumbles from  very familiar voices a few feet away from them

“Oooh”—Sienna squeals.

“Finally. I don't know why it took them so long to come out of the fucking supply closet they have been in since day one. ”- Jackie mocks, feigning a tired tone.

“They look so cute.”

“You didn’t think the same in Vegas.”

Eleanor and Bryce tried to ignore the chatter but couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at the reminder of that night in Vegas.

“Jackie, please! I had managed to wipe that image out of my mind and now…”

“Poor Sienna”—Eleanor laughs and then shrugs.— “Well, what she saw it’s nothing that she hadn’t done before, right?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Please, no.”

“Because right now I have a couple of ideas.”—He whispers in a sultry voice as he plants soft kisses on her earlobe and down her neck.—“What do you say?”

“I say yes, but only if you don’t make Sienna find us.”

Bryce chuckles.

“I’ll be waiting for you on the emergency staircases on the fifth floor.”

He kisses her cheek and leaves her all flushed. By the time he disappears around the corner, she’s grabbing a glass of champagne from the bar and drinking it in three sips. The kiss had left her thirsty, but what she was about to do could leave her dry. She had to be cautious.

When she confirms that nobody is paying attention to her, she walks toward the elevator. Once on the fifth floor, she finds Bryce behind the door with both hands on his pockets and leaning casually against the wall.

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“Room 501 is empty. Sarah’s supposed to do rounds in an hour so it’s now or never.”

As soon as he stops speaking, Eleanor takes him by the hand and drags him to the hallway. They both walk quickly through the linoleum floor, glancing around like two adolescents sneaking out of class to make out in the bathroom.

Her story with Bryce had always been like a teenage dream, and tonight, with this sort of Prom for adults, couldn’t be any different.

When they enter the empty room, Eleanor leans against the door giggling.  She bites her lips as she feels her heart is pounding faster and faster inside her, like she was fifteen again.

“So?”—She asks.

As he realizes all the restraints he used on the dance floor are gone, he cuts the distance and kisses her fervently, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up in one swift movement.

“Bryce!”—She titters as she embraces him around his neck and places her legs around his waist, taking off her stilettos on their way to the bed.

Once she scrambles onto the mattress, Eleanor reaches for his collar and pulls him down until he’s on top of her and their lips meet again, his mouth hungry against hers.

“I’ve been imagining this moment all night”—He breathes, evidencing how true his words are.

“Oh, yeah? What else have you been imagining?”

“Well”—He smirks—“for one thing you’re wearing… a lot less clothing.”

Grinning, Bryce slides his hand around her back, tugging the zipper of her dress down a few inches.

“Who am I to disappoint.—She replies sultry. 

Then she stands up in front of Bryce, smiling mischievously as she grasps the zipper of her dress and slowly pulls it down the length of her back. Bryce traces her with hungriness as she tugs the fabric down her waist and exposes the carmine lace bra that adorns her breasts.

“You’re killing me.”

“Don’t worry, if anything happens… I’m a doctor.”

Her hands continue working on the fabric until she strips off her dress completely and reveals the carmine garter belts and matching panties that complete the masterpiece of her body.

“Hot damn.”—He groans as his eyes roam every inch of her bronze skin deliciously shimming against the moonlight filtering through blinds.

“The things is… I’ve been imagining this moment since I put this on.”

Bryce takes one hand and draws her against his body, his eyes now starving of her.

“You have?”

She nods.

“You’re incredible.”—He moans dizzily as she straddles him and then shuts him up with a kiss.

Without parting from him, she tugs off his jacket and blindly unbuttons his shirt, until her lips go down his jaw and his cologne intoxicates her, leaving her craving more of him. She continues planting a trail of kisses from his jaw and down his chest.

Soon she is stopped, as Bryce takes her firmly by the hips and pushes her against the bed. She looks at him surprised for a moment, but then her eyes turn seductively as he’s getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

Once he’s done, he climbs back on top of her and bends to kiss her passionately.

 “Every…part…of you… is… incredible.”—He mutters as his lips travel down her collarbone.

“You’re not so bad… Oh!”

A moan interrupts her words. Bryce had moved the fabric of her bra and was licking and sucking her nipple with the always welcome expertise and eagerness, while his other hand was rubbing and pinching the other breast.

She runs her hands over his shoulders and buries her fingers in the nape of his head, completely taken aback by the sensations.

His mouth then moves lower, over her stomach and down her belly button, where the pretty lacy garter belt is circling and accentuating her waist.

“You planned all this for me?”

“Why not?”—She gives him a playful smile that he returns instantly, just a moment before kissing her hipbone and sliding his hand under the lacy fabric of her underwear.

Her nub is warm and wet, and the moment his fingers move over her folds, he realizes she’s dripping. Dripping for him.

“Oh my god.”

Eleanor releases a moan as she feels his fingers rubbing her clit, alternating a slow and quick pace, just as she liked.

“Looks like I’m doing something right.”

“So don’t you dare stop”.

Her voice is a gasp, and Bryce can’t help but give her a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t dream.”

His expert hand keeps moving gently against her core, with the perfect balance between firmness and speed. He watches while Eleanor is shuddering against his touch, her skin sweating and liberating the most complex scents from her perfume. Coconut and, maybe, sandalwood.

“Fuck, Bryce, yes…”

She’s growing desperate. Sweetly desperate.

He continues to caress her, slowly increasing the pace of his movements as her hips are pressing against her hand, anxiously looking for the most desired relief.

But just as he notices that she’s nearing it, Bryce stops.

“Fuck”—She groans.

She knows exactly what he’s doing, and she doesn’t care.

Still completely blushed and excited, she moves to one side, pushing him down her place, effectively switching positions with him in the bed. She kisses him as she drops her hand past his waist, sliding her fingers beneath the band of his underwear.

“I know what you did, and it’s only fair that I do the same with you.”—She whispers as her hand moves up and down his length, feeling his warm desire pulsing against her hand now wet with his precum.

Bryce’s head tilts back and he moans her name like a prayer between his ragged breathing. 

She takes speed as the seconds pass, stopping just before he reaches the apex of his pleasure. Then, she retracts her hand.

“Now, you ready for more? Cause I am.”

Unable to restrain herself, she kisses him furiously, sliding her hands over the sharp contours of his sculpted body and pressing her core against his crotch.

Bryce parts from her for a moment, his eyes tracing her body once more: her chest pounding fast, her nipples growing hard under the lacy of her bra, her eyes darkened with lustful desire.  Perfection sitting over him and mere inches away from his mouth.

“God, Eleanor, there is no one in the world with you.”

He’s not even touching her sensitives spots, but she feels like he’s doing it all at once. His words trigger an unknown pleasure inside her. Is warm and sweet, and makes her heart beating fast.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Because he’s pure perfection too. His caramel skin is warm against her, his soft hands gripping her tight feels like fire, and his lips now plump for so many kisses, are ready for a thousand more. 

She rolls onto her sides as Bryce runs his hand up her back to cup her neck, drawing her mouth to his.

"Come here"

Moaning at the feeling of his body flush to hers, she unleashes a flurry of urgent, but soft kisses, brushing her lips against his heated skin. Then she returns to his mouth, biting his lower lip, then his upper. Then his neck. He’s absolutely addicting, and she knows she’ll never get enough of him.

Bryce guides her against his mouth, his lips grazing hers, their tongues meeting instantly, making her release a moan as his kisses are now sloppy and desperate.

“Bryce… take me”— She begs.

Bryce doesn’t answer. He just pushes her against the bed and traces her body with his hands. When he feels her nipples hardened under her bra, he can’t resist the urge to take them in his mouth again, feeling like her skin is the only thing that can satiate his thirst. Her sweet smooth skin, his favorite place in the world to get lost, along with her beautiful golden eyes.

She moans again, her body shivering against his mouth.  Soon she starts to jerk her hips against his, growing in desperation as she’s not having him completely.

“Bryce, I want you… Please.”

Eleanor begs again, but this time, Bryce concedes.

“You have me, Eleanor. You always have.”

And she feels it again. That sweet and unknown pleasure. That warmth.

Her mind races fast, trying to comprehend why this is happening again, what does it mean, until she understands.

He’s right. She has always had him. From the very first day, he had been for her. From the very first kiss, he had had her heart and she had had his. That’s why she only needs his presence to feel alright, that’s why she would lose in his eyes for eternity. That’s why she chose him to spend her last night on earth.

She loves him.

“Bryce…”—She says in a tiny and desperate voice, as he pulls the fabric of her underwear to one side and connects his body to hers and starts rocking gently against her.

Everything feels different now that she knows.

The pleasure building bigger and bigger inside her is hot like fire and sweet as chocolate, melting everything inside her. She closes her eyes for a second, feeling every nook of her body tickling with satisfaction.

Bryce accelerates his thrusts, his motion in perfect sync with her body that only asks for more.

Eleanor opens her eyes again, now shimmering in tears. Bryce looks at her and cups her cheek, worried at first. But he knows her, he can read her like a book. He identifies the yearning in her eyes. The desperate sweetness that’s coming out of her chest with every moan. Why she’s trembling that way when she hasn’t even reached her climax.

He knows.

“Eleanor…”

His whimper lets her know that he feels it too. He loves her. It’s all over his body, his eyes, his words, his kisses. Has been there since the first day.

“Bryce!”—A tear escapes her eyes as the ecstasy burst and flows through her body, from her head to her tiptoes, every inch buzzing and shuddering. And her head is numb and drunk again. Numb of pleasure and drunk of love. 

“Fuck…”—She sighs, completely overwhelmed with the sensations.

Bryce finds his release seconds later, the pleasure knocking him off like never before. He’s satisfied, so satisfied, but also happy and complete. He feels like his chest is about to explode with so much warmth and happiness. With so much love.

When he manages to catch up some breath, he traces a hand over her glistening body, making her shudder at his very touch.

She turns to him.

“Was that everything you were imagining?”

“Almost”

He gives her a tender knowing smile before leaning in slowly until he reaches her lips. He had had more than he could’ve ever imagined, but he would never resist a kiss.

“There. Now it’s perfect. What about you?”

She cups his cheek and caresses him with the tip of her thumb.

“Just as the first day. Perfect.”

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Thank you for reading! ❤

[soulsxng]

🔥🔥 Cilatyve pls!

Turn-ons | Accepting!

🔥- Mirror sex. Specifically when/if he's allowed to use his partner's eyes to watch things. He doesn't get to really see the expressions his partner makes otherwise, so it's a special sort of treat for him when he does!

🔥- Being playful and a little silly! He hates when sex just feels serious all the time. He wants things to feel easy, light, and comfortable for both he and his partner(s), more often than not. So if that means striking goofy poses on the bed when his partner walks in, or chasing his partner down the hall and scooping them up in a big, spinny hug before carrying them off over his shoulder? He'll do it!

[soulsxng]

For science, my (main) muses that have slept with Pythius:

Jassie

Ber

Baet

Jinnie

Fele

Nir

Pere

Nesa

[soulsxng]

bd.sm test

[soulsxng]

Begging, mirror sex - Enoch, Bleddyn, and Laisren?

Kink rating | Accepting!

This is going under a cut because it's long even if there's not much to it.

Enoch

Begging

"I certainly enjoy hearing my partner beg me for relief. As for the reverse...I suppose it depends. Primarily on who I'm with at the time. But it's not anything I'm opposed to, at the very least."

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Mirror sex

"Mmm, one of my favorites when it isn't overused too much. Dirty talking my partner seems to go so much further-- not to mention the fact that I can actually watch them and take in their reactions in positions that I typically couldn't, otherwise."

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Bleddyn

Begging

"More often than not, it depends on my mood. If they're begging constantly, then I have to admit, it's not as alluring as it is when, for example, they've been trying to hold themselves back from doing so until the very end."

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

"...I don't feel like I need to say much about this. I like it, simple as that."

Mirror sex

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Laisren

Begging

"I like it, but I'm usually not the type to be overly loud or talkative during sex. Not sure why; that's just always how it's been."

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Mirror sex

"Uhh, this one is a little bit...complicated. The reasoning, I mean. But the point is, I'm not usually into it."

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There goes my pants

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

[soulsxng]

Just because he's getting picked on anyway, I'll say that yeah. Yeah, Sivel is also into the whole auralism thing, specifically pertaining to his partner's voice. So he does like to make his partner talk during sex-- either telling him what they want him to do, or describing how whatever he's doing to them feels. He enjoys listening to their voice break, or lace with a whine right in the middle of whatever they were saying.

[soulsxng]

"I never got the point of people making a big deal out of measuring their dick, so how should I know? Obviously people enjoy it well enough regardless."

It's 7 inches and some change, but decidedly wider than the average-- at least at the base. It does taper more toward the tip. The upper side has some ridge/ribs, so it has some different texture to it, too.

[soulsxng]

Ezra, finished with fucking his partners into the mattress while whispering the most depraved things in their ear:

“I’m going to go get you some water, and run a bath, okay? If you need anything else just yell-- er...uh...j-just text me, and I’ll get it for you! In the meantime, you can get some rest!” He throws in a few kisses and an almost unbearably warm smile, for good measure. “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.”

[soulsxng]

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? for Sivel

@strawberryxdreams | Sinday headcanons | No longer accepting!

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

Answered this one here!

👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism?

Oh. Oh man. Voyeurism he's not quite as big on, but exhibitionism? That's one that will pop up a lot with Sivel, if his partner is alright with it. Like...he'd get jealous and grumpy if anyone tried to join in, or touch his partner, or something like that, but he also can't help but love showing his partner off.

There's also that inexplicable rush that comes with someone(s) seeing them in such a vulnerable state. A lot of times, Sivvie will start out with the whole secretive semi-public thing, and then after a little bit, purposefully get loud, or do something that makes his partner unable to hold back their own voice. Trying to attract attention, if not outright get them caught.

Not to mention when other people are watching, but his partner is so entranced with him, and the pleasure he's giving them, that they hardly even notice; or their focus is solely taken up by him? That's one of his favorite feelings.

🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public?

I'm just going to point above and say that yes, he would have sex in public. That's also very much a Vasyrus thing though-- sex is really normal there, so people aren't shy about going at it in the middle of the market. As long as they're not in anyone's way, nobody will really care. Like I said above though, Sivel does kind of prefer at least starting more semi-public than full on public, if only because it kind of builds that "We can't get caught" thrill, even if, really, it's fine if they're caught.

Anyway, as for what is too public...he's more careful about that kind of thing when he's acting in an official capacity. For example, if he's at a party, and it's a party where, if there's sex at all, it's more behind closed doors? He's not going to be all that willing to start stripping down in the corner of the room, let alone in the middle of everything. So I think it's more that he feels there's a time and place where public is acceptable, and when it's not...and it doesn't really have much of a place in respect to his duties as Vasyri's king.

[soulsxng]

🌙🛏️❤️‍🔥 with Ezra

@thewolfisawake | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?

Honestly, one night stands or short flings are what he's most used to, but he's picky with them. After all, he doesn't really like potentially putting himself in a situation where he's just going to feel kind of...used and dissatisfied. So I guess there has to be some level of connection, but they don't necessarily have to be close or anything, either!

🛏️what’s their favorite position?

...I feel like I've answered this one somewhere before, but I can't find it. So! Topping or bottoming, Ezra tends to enjoy positions where he can be in control, and have a lot of access to his partner's body. So things like riding his partner, or pressing their chest to the mattress and taking them from behind are going to be his favorites. Missionary or...what's it called, adapted missionary? Too lazy to look it up right now, but missionary with his or his partner's (whoever's bottoming) legs pushed up by their shoulders is good too, because of the whole easy access to their whole body thing.

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?

His neck and ears, and along his spine! Especially between his wings.

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🫶what does after care look like for them? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? for Py

@strawberryxdreams | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

🫶what does after care look like for them?

It depends on his partner. If it's someone he doesn't know, or isn't at all close with, it'll be pretty basic. Offering a shower; a bed if they're too tired to leave by the time they're finished up. Making sure they're otherwise okay. And then giving them space. Or if he's the one at their place, he'll just make sure they're okay, get his clothes back on, and head out. Might stay and bask in the afterglow a little bit, but for the most part he just kind of assumes "Oh, this is a really casual thing, so they're not going to want me sitting here acting like it's anything else. It was fun, now I'll let them determine what they want to do from here."

If it's someone that he'll see often afterwards (someone that works for him, or like...other royalty or something), or is more casual friends with, there'll be a little more to it than that, if his partner wants. He'll actually help them clean up a little bit. Maybe offer them something to eat, depending on the time (and if he's already going to be making something for himself anyway)...though that'll be a pretty nonchalant "If you're hungry, I'm going to make something, so come downstairs whenever." He'll be more apt to linger around after they're both finished having sex, and talk a little between them. Aside from that though, it's up to his partner whether he throws in a couple things from the next category, or simplifies it more to the scale of the last category.

If it's a friend, a lover, or just someone that he has sex with often, he's apt to spoil them more (especially in the first two cases). There'll also be a lot more of him being his naturally more playful self around with them afterwards, unprompted. He'll run them a bath afterwards, and while it's filling, go get them something to drink. Carry them to the bath, and help them clean up. Depending on the time, he'll bring them back to bed afterwards so they can sleep, or talk, or if they have to go home or to work or whatever else right away, he'll make sure that they have clean clothes to wear when they leave. If they spend the night, they can expect him to make them breakfast, and bring it to them in bed. Kind of just goes the whole nine yards if his partner wants/allows it.

Overall though, he's not usually the type that finishes, rolls over immediately, and ditches without a word. That makes him feel too much like there's some kind of implied feeling of shame or regret toward the encounter if he does that, so he'll always at least make an effort to show basic decency in his aftercare.

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

Man, he has so many. He's an especially sexually open person, and honestly there are quite a few of his kinks that kind of come and go over time. Some mainstays are things like sensory overload/deprivation, exhibitionism, power struggle, etc.

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👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

Sivel

@arcxnumvitae | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

I don't really think that he has a preference between them! Or more specifically, there are things that he prefers about both. It also just...depends on his mood, honestly. I will say though that with a partner, his mood will probably swing him slightly toward penetrative sex. If only because with that, Sivvie really craves the closeness and intimacy that comes along with it.

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

Sivvie over here very quietly clearing his throat and mumbling something about "One occurrence in which Ranadi got riled with Alsina and I at some formal gathering when the three of us were younger, and he convinced us...a-ahem. Well, it involved the...the throne."

"...Ahnia's throne."

Anyway, the three were like...very young adults (honestly that might have been one of Alsi and Siv's first times overall), and they almost got caught by Sivel's parents, Jaspern, and Jassie's personal royal guard, Rourke. After they managed to sneak away safely though, they were caught by JJ, Nesimah, and Quella, who were looking for Aria.

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👄 for Nesa! (fatestouch)

@fatestouch | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

They'd say oral, I think. Mostly because with that, they feel more like they can take their time to really enjoy their partner. And since they tend to not really have the same partner twice, (outside of Reyul anyway) that gives them more time to figure out what said partner likes. What parts of them are most sensitive, what's uncomfortable for them, and what their rhythm is, so Nesa can match.

If they jump straight to penetrative sex, they feel like there isn't quite as much opportunity to explore, and as such, it won't really be as good overall. Then half of it is kind of "ruined", in their opinion because they're both kind of guessing more or less at what the other wants.

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🔞🔞 (foooooor Rouri!)

@sansloii | nsfw headcanons | Accepting!

🔞- I know I've mentioned Rouri having an oral fixation before, but like...seriously. Sometimes even some hot and heavy kissing is enough to get him off. Same with giving his partner oral. He tends to get bite-y during actual sex, but if his partner isn't into that, it'll turn into small nibbles, kisses, and licks instead.

That being said, the fixation also swings to his partner having their mouth on him in some manner or another, too.

🔞- Tends toward being more submissive, but every once in a while (usually when he's in a relationship with someone) a switch flips in his brain, and says "Nope, you gotta fuck them into the mattress right now" regardless of if his partner is a really dominant type.