#⌇NSFW ( 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙨 )

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He heard someone begging. Not sure if he can handle what he wished for.

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@nezumivc103221

They were sent to the butcher to pick up some leftover bones for a good hearty soup; thanks to Nezumi’s knowledge of herbs, the butcher’s daughter survived a bad infection and the man was offering what he could to show his gratitude.

Nezumi stood patiently and waited as more meat for chopped off and thrown in. A bonus, the butcher said and grinned.

Nezumi nodded, standing with his arms folded casually. Mads was the one to carry the load. He had the strength for it.

While the butcher rammed the thick knife into the red flesh, Nezumi inconspicuously leaned to Mads and whispered: “Later today, I want you to fuck me so hard I become soft and juiced like that piece of flank. And then I want you to fuck me harder afterwards.” He raised his lips to brush over Mads’ ear. “Pull my hair, make me cum until I cry and promise that I belong to you and you only. Alright?”

Even if his life in the circus had been quite different from his usual one in the Highlands, there was a certain routine for the camp to live and prosper. They needed clothes, food, supplies, and wood whenever the weather was cold. It was a routine that Mads started to know by heart himself – he had been observing them enough to understand their patterns and their needs, and he would always give a hand wherever he was needed, quite satisfied to evolve somewhere he was safe with his brother.

He would sometimes escort Nezumi in his errands, his strength once more useful whenever he had to carry a few packages back to the camp. Usually, he was quiet, watching how people felt comfortable around Nezumi, most of them quite grateful that he had been a part of their lives at some point. He thought that he was himself in the same situation – Nezumi saved them both when they had been running away, and he was forever thankful for his actions.

Nezumi leant closer and Mads expected him to give him another thing to do, one last errand perhaps, but he was totally abashed when he heard the nature of his statement. He almost flinched right on his spot, the very vision of him ravaging Nezumi blooming inside of his mind. The memories were quite vivid since they had sex the day before, and surely, he could still experience the fire within his loins and that urgent need to fuck him again. He swallowed thick, a shudder of pleasure traveling through his body when the last sentence was dropped like the cherry on the cake.

The butcher was done, the meat secured within Mads’ hands. He gave a nod to thank him and walked out of the shop, his eyes expressing a certain darkness, but this one was tainted with lust. He turned around in another alley, a smaller one, Nezumi soon following him while he stated that he wasn’t going in the right direction.

“It’s just a detour.” Mads urged before he turned around, giving one last glance to the street behind Nezumi’s back, his hands still full with the meat. Yet, he still managed to move forward, his expression probably betraying his intentions, because soon enough, both of them were kissing desperately. He huffed, tongue seeking for him, his body pressed against him as much as he could, still blocked by the errands. He wouldn’t take the risk to put them down, but it didn’t prevent him from losing himself into the passion of this moment.

“God…” Mads parted, his forehead pressed against Nezumi before he brushed the bridge of his nose with his own. “If my hands weren’t full of that meat, trust me, I would be fucking you right here and right now.” He said with a husky voice, and he knew that Nezumi probably wanted to frustrate him like this. It was his favorite game, so Mads could express his passion later when they would be both free from their obligations. 

“I promise that I’ll leave you with the only ability to cry my name, Nezumi.” He snarled against his lips and forced himself to step backward.

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❤ why u all here when I’m at work 🥺

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

@nezumivc103221

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No (at least Mads doesn’t see that for now)  Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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@nezumivc103221

for Mads: Blood Play or Breath Play? Face fucking or Anal sex? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?

Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

“If I ever need to choose, I’m more into breath play rather than blood play. There’s something sexy when I’m holding their neck and squeeze it, and I guess I would also like it if it’s performed on me.” Mads confessed, lightening up a cigarette. 

“Anal would be preferred, and I’m a morning sex person.” Waking the other one up with his touch? Having his hand exploring their sleepy body until they wake up and beg for more? Yes, he adored that. 

“Clothes off. I want to see everything. Clothes on if you don’t have time, though.” 

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Juergen from The Big Apple, aka Mads faceclaim

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❤ Mads and Alexander (I'm continuing)

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@aurorxaeternitatis

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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♥️ Mads and Kynil!

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

@regensia

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No (he will wait for Kynil to speak first)  Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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@nezumivc103221

They're sitting by the fire; people are chatting, laughing and drinking. Nezumi passes Mads a bottle and leans into his side, a smug smile on his lips as he whispers into Mads' ear: "Do you remember—last night—? Do you remember the shape of my lips when I took your cock in? The feeling of my throat when you pushed into me? Do you remember how I choked and struggled to breathe?"

Nezumi's hand sneaks towards Mads' knee and slowly pets his hand upwards. He nibbles on Mads' ear, then speaks again: "I want you to do that to me tonight. Your hands on my body. Your lips stretched around me. I want to feel your tongue like you've felt mine. I want my hands in your hair. Fingers gripping—tugging—as I moan your name and you swallow me."

Gathering around the fire was a common tradition in the Circus that Mads had learnt to appreciate. It was a moment of quietness and sharing, where everyone was bringing bottles of alcohol and different kinds of foods, drinking and eating before wrapping everything up for the day. Usually, he was among the quietest people, having his plate full and listening to Mika telling their stories when they were still young farmers in the Highlands, running after the sheeps and trembling under their blankets when they would believe the Kelpies were after them.

Tonight, Nezumi was sitting by his side, busy himself with his own conversation, even if sometimes, their knees would bump against each other. Mads was sincerely trying his best not to be too obvious either, but it was highly complicated to remain impassive right beside him. Their sexually had peaked for the past few weeks, Mads discovering a world of pleasure he had never experienced before, and while he was a man of control, he almost felt like a teenager – his thoughts always clouded by the vivid memories of two bodies colliding together. Yet, as Nezumi handed him the bottle of sake, Mads thought it was more than time to chase those nasty thoughts away, because he couldn’t crave such intimate contact every day.

But that was before Nezumi would open his mouth. As he believed the young man would simply comment about something regarding the current conversation, Mads’ blood suddenly boiled under the bold and crude statement directly whispered inside his ear. The soldier swallowed his spit, harshly, and brought the bottle at his lips, trying his best not to choke on its neck when he sensed Nezumi’s fingers skimming his knee.

Yes… He could remember perfectly. Those teary eyes full of mischief looking up at him, mouth full and lips swollen. The sounds of his moans were muffled by the gag of his throat, and yet, he had been so eager to swallow him all. The very thought of his warm cavity enveloping his cock, pulsing, swelling, until he had felt that warmness in the lower part of his belly and spurted right in the back of his throat. He shivered and looked aside, dark blue eyes animated with a fire Nezumi could perfectly translate. He had been looking for it, after all.

“I remember.” Mads whispered, his thumb discreetly brushing the under part of Nezumi’s thigh. He wasn’t the kind of person to easily blush, but surely, his heartbeat was intense right now. He pretended to put the bottle of alcohol by Nezumi’s side so his lips could linger on his neck, his warm breathing ghosting the crook of it. “Come get it, Nezumi. You can’t say those words without expecting me not to lose control right away.”

He nibbled his neck, a bit more passionately than usual before he eventually stood back up and flushed his hands inside his pants pockets, probably to change their shape and hide his half-hard erection. He nodded to excuse himself and while he passed behind Nezumi, his fingers were brushing his nape, tenderly. “Come with me.” He invited, ready to prove once more that he was a man of his words.  

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@nezumivc103221

"Sit," Nezumi commands and pushes into Mads chest; the stormy grey of his eyes offers no compromise, and as soon as Mads' ass meets the chair, Nezumi is straddling his lap. He smiles and leans to Mads' ear.

"I saw you—I saw you watching me—" Nezumi whispers, voice like honey dripping at a tip of a blade. Sweet and thick, but dangerous. He presses a finger against Mads' lips.

"Na-ah. Not your place to talk now." He shakes his head, the smile on his lips and the light in his eyes darkens with nefarious intent. It's hard to tell if his face is that of a man or a woman, but Mads doesn't have the time to explore because Nezumi leans and kisses him.

His lips capture Mads' in a passionate and heartfelt kiss. He kisses thoroughly, like pouring water down a parched man's throat, and his hands slide over Mads' body. He palms Mads' shoulders, then his chest. Nezumi's fingers dip underneath the jacket, and before Mads' knows it, the tip of his own blade is in Nezumi's hand, pointed underneath his chin.

Nezumi retreats, licking his lips and tasting Mads' desperate confusion. "Put your hands behind the chair if you want me to continue," he orders again, holding unyielding eye contact.

As soon as Mads obliges—if he does—Nezumi taps his cheek with the flat side of the knife. "Good boy."

He shifts on Mads' lap, grinding against him and getting more comfortable. A content purr vibrates in his chest, and he takes in the view of Mads' frustrated expression.

"I think we'll both enjoy this," Nezumi muses casually and affectionately slides the knife down Mads' neck, down his chest and in between their bodies. His free hand takes a handful of Mads' unruly strands and tugs, baring Mads' throat. "—but I think I'll enjoy myself first," he whispers against Mads' skin, nibbling gently at his pulse.

"Keep your hands where they are," Nezumi threatens and pulls at his hair.

Preemptively, the knife comes back under Mads' throat—just in case he gets any ideas.

"I'm in charge now," Nezumi smiles against Mads' neck and licks along the side of it.

The order resonated inside his ears like a fire invading his guts. Before Mads could even think about it, his ass met the chair, and there was a rather dangerous man straddling his lap. He swallowed thick and automatically clipped one of his hands against his hips, quite eager to understand what was going on, and why Nezumi felt in such a power play. Well, asking was prohibited it seemed, because as soon as he opened his mouth, his breathing disappeared in a huff, a finger planted right in front of his lips.

Nezumi just forbade him to talk.

Little minx. There was a dark cloud of frustration invading Mads’ blue irises, while his hand on Nezumi’s hip slightly squeezed his flesh harder. He was somehow pissed off he couldn’t properly express himself, but also horribly turned on, and Nezumi was certainly very aware of it. He didn’t fight back when he leaned down to kiss him, fact was, Mads was hoping to at least receive a bit of comfort through that game. He shamelessly opened his mouth, his tongue immediately invading the other one’s cavity, eager to caress, swirl and play with it. Maybe Nezumi was just toying him a bit and that was it. He could almost suffocate for air, and while he believed he still had a bit of control, Nezumi was depriving him of his satisfaction. He made terrible assumptions; Nezumi clearly had plans. 

“Tsk.” Mads clicked his tongue when he noticed the blade, and just like that, Nezumi slid his second order. Everything inside of him was pushing him to squeeze and twist that wrist in order to retrieve his knife, but deep down within, he didn’t find it too unpleasant. Slowly, he abandoned his grip on Nezumi’s hip, his second hand joining the motion while he placed them both behind his back, allowing that vixen to manhandle him. He probably knew that Mads could be disciplined enough to handle this, yet, Mads knew himself enough to be aware he couldn’t be such a good boy until the very end.

Nezumi was playing with his nerves, grinding his hips where he could perfectly sense the bulge of Mads’ pants, his desire quite showing despite the frustration printed over his features. Oh yes, he was pissed off for sure. He could only stare at Nezumi with frustrated eyes, clenching his fingers behind his back so he wasn’t totally losing control either. That was fucking unfair. If he wanted more, he had to behave; he knew it. That was even harder when he could perfectly remember the way Nezumi could moan under his touch, bewitched by the imperious pace of his hips.

Mads swallowed his spit, forcing his patient side to handle Nezumi’s provocations. He thought that he could lower that tension invading his nerves, and when he was certain he was about to master a certain calmness within his chest, Nezumi decided to tug on his black hair, the cold blade of his own knife meeting that place under his chin. Their eyes met and Mads knew it; he would avenge himself sooner and later, just for the sake of wiping that expression away from Nezumi’s features. He hissed and clenched his fists harder. He was enjoying himself for sure, but it was hard to fight his urge to roll his arm around Nezumi’s waist and plaster him against the mattress, pinning his hands down and ripping his pants off. The very thought only sent more blood to his crotch.

Dammit, he really wanted to fuck him now. He was hot. 

“Fine. Enjoy it all alone.” He hissed; his voice was low but terribly provoking as well. Nezumi wanted him to break and he wanted to survive, to tease him back with the only source of power he had. He could kiss him back, slide his lips against his jawline when he was kissing his neck, whimper under his touch but Mads decided to keep all these sounds for himself, locked behind his sealed lips and his focused features. Yet, when Nezumi smiled again, Mads could only cock his head aside, visibly aroused.

“For now.” He corrected with a real smirk, before he slightly spread his leg and just roll his hips for a second, enough for Nezumi to understand he would comply, yes, but he would thoroughly seek for his own victory as soon as he would break those invisible chains restraining his motions.  

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@nezumivc103221​

N E Z U M I for Mads! 

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

I love that the first question is about that. :) He’s really into that kind of game, it’s actually perhaps one of his favorites. Mads is a man who’s overly good at controlling himself, and I guess it easily lingers in the bedroom. He finds it absolutely erotic to deal with a hot mess under him, denying their orgasm until they can’t take it anymore. He’s the one settling the edging with different motions or sudden stops in the middle of his thrusts, he also uses both his mouth and fingers to do the work. He doesn’t wait for them to beg for too long, unless they are really into it for sure and require him to edge them until they cry, then okay he’d happily indulge. 

The cool part is also that Mads likes to be edged in return. Hard to make him beg for sure, but he’s certainly going to moan harder than before. A good way to get him doing a rather brutal intercourse right after. 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

Mads appreciates risky places, so we can say it’s a sort of kink for him. He has been restraining himself for a long time, so there’s a part of him who’s keen to let his desires speak for themselves for once. He appreciates knifeplay and light BDSM, as long as it’s controlled and safe for the two of them. We saw that he’s into edging for sure, and I guess that undressing his lover very slowly while he caresses them is also a part of the fun. 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

THIGHS ALERT. His inner thighs are extremely sensitive, he shivers at the slightest touch, he’s turned on immediately if someone aims for them. This part of his body is perhaps the most sensitive one, and if you wish to undo him, please just suck his flesh right there and watch the mess he can become. 

Then, the regular erogenous places are working: neck, torso, earlobe… 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Boxer cases? I guess he’s not very much into wearing super fancy underwear, he’s pretty much simple because they don’t usually stay in the way for too long. He has never tried to wear these male lingerie, but I wish, for real, I truly wish he had. 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

No, he doesn’t like it, at least on the degrading things a partner might look at in masochism. Mads is traumatized by his father’s violence and his past life as a soldier. He hates to be spoken down and would have a violent reaction if someone doesn’t respect his boundaries on that matter. 

He can tolerate scratching and biting, but only if it’s because his partner is losing themselves in pleasure and they just can’t hold it anymore. Otherwise, if it’s on purpose, he’ll put his limits right away. 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)

Same as the previous one, he won’t be turned on by that. Punishment is a form of sex he doesn’t find appealing and even on his partner, he’d perhaps just accept to spank them but nothing more. Mads is terrified to become a violent person, so there’s no way he’s going to inflict pain on someone, even if it’s a way for them to be pleasured. 

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@strawberryxdreams

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No (he wants Miya to say it) Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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Kissing your muses 💋

@regensia​

He blinked, always waking up at the same hour despite his alarm clock being off of the weekend. His body was barely awake, only the familiar pain radiating through his leg was enough to help him get a grasp over reality. Outside, the sun was barely up, giving hints that it was indeed way too early to leave the bed. Mads thought that he might need a glass of water, and when he turned around, he eventually noticed the shape of someone sleeping by his side. He recognized Kynil, blond hair disheveled onto his pillow, and body marked by nothing else but Mads’ teeth everywhere, the blanket barely covering his private parts. 

Mads stayed there for a while, recalling the events of the night. They had had a few drinks together, perhaps too much, before lust had been building up and they had slept together. Shit. Mads didn’t expect they would end up in an even more complicated situation than their current one, but he couldn’t blame anyone else but himself for this. He had been attracted to Kynil since day one, and he knew it. He quietly abandoned the sheets, heading to the kitchen where he found a bottle of fresh water inside the fridge, a life savior for his dry throat. He headed back to the bedroom, ready to enter the bed again after a few sips, but instead, he felt Kynil poking his leg, a grown abandoning his mouth.

He needed water, apparently. He was probably dehydrated because of the alcohol as well, his pale fingers trying to snatch the bottle of water off Mads’ hand. He was just like a whining child. He hesitated to give it to him, but while he could see Kynil’s exposed body wriggling, covered in hickeys and marks, Mads was slowly remembering how he had sounded, the way he had been moving, moaning, crying for more. He heard Kynil protesting when he drank more water, and before the young man could throw another salvo of bitter words, Mads was crawling on the top of him, pinning his body down, both of their warm bodies suddenly pressed together.

With the few droplets he kept in his mouth, Mads pressed his lips right onto Kynil’s, and eventually opened up, water messily moving from a tongue to another one. He didn’t leave him enough space for Kynil to protest – his kiss was passionate and rough, lips slightly swollen when they parted. “Thirsty again?” He asked with a husky voice, ocean eyes waiting for an answer. He only smirked when Kynil nodded, visibly aroused. “Then you better open wide, Kynil.”

Mads swallowed more before he leant down, once more the water being exchanged between their two mouths. His tongue was eager to explore Kynil’s cavity again, chasing for these lustful sounds, while his other free hand was parting his legs, crotch against crotch, both hard. He thought that the fire he had experienced last night was only the aftermath of their drinking session, but with his clear mind, Mads was even more excited by the whole situation.

Eventually, he slammed the bottle right on the night table, the plastic item meeting its end on the floor of the bedroom, while Mads was abandoning the idea to help Kynil with his morning thirst. He had better things to deal with, his kisses becoming urgent, dominant and utterly passionate. He craved to explore his body again, the warmth of his own gradually increasing.

well of course 😋

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@regensia

😏 Maky...

send me   ‘ 😏 ’   and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s

“Oblivious dangerous to mention something about Kynil... He might get ideas.”

physically attracted they are to your muse

“I tend to believe that Kynil is what I appreciate in a man. Good looking, a bit of a spirited mind and a rather cute face.” Mads hummed, indeed definitely appealed by Kynil. “I really think his body might have been shaped for my use.” 

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

It’s always a hard question for Mads, his incapacity to sense anything romantic in the first place preventing him from knowing exactly. “I guess... He intrigues me. Romance is hard to define. Would I date him? For now, I’m definitely not there.” 

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

“Each time we are both feeling like it, or each time I believe he can enjoy it.” He smiled. “I don’t think we both have the same sex drive, I don’t know yet his appetite. We could be surprised.” 

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

“I like risky places and the usual ones, and I think Kynil wouldn’t mind that either. We have already kissed under the mistletoe during an office party. Who knows where we could get intimate starting from there...” 

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

“Perhaps he might need some guidance, but I sense he’s bold. After all, he clearly played my little game when he lied to my face the very first day despite being busted, so I know he’s a risk taker.” Mads smirked. “And that’s why I know it won’t be boring. That kid has pride.” 

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

“I doubt I would give him one.” Not his style, for sure. “We’d be both busy with something else anyway.” 

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

He thought for a second, before he eventually patted his chin. “I guess, the first fantasy rather than kink would be to fuck in my office. A sort of celebration after our first encounter? He would be pretty there.” 

“I want to punish him for his insolence. Sometimes he can be a very disrespectful and too cocky individual, and I intend to give him a lesson. It crosses my mind already.” 

“I want to see how he gets off without me.” Mads continued, and clipped a cigarette at his lips. “I want to see his face when he’s desperate and needy.” 

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

“I don’t know, we’re fooling around.” Mads hummed, thoughtful. “Wanting more would be greedy, wanting less would be a lie.” 

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@nezumivc103221

😏 [ you know i will 💕 ]

send me   ‘ 😏 ’   and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s

Guess he has to be ready to let the truth out now... 

physically attracted they are to your muse

“I was confused the very first time I saw him. I thought he was a woman.” Mads admitted, voice neutral despite these old shameful emotions. “I think I’ve always found him appealing. He has something different; I always want to run my fingers on his skin.” He paused. “Yes, I’m physically very appealed by him.” 

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

He didn’t really wish to dwell on that topic, but he couldn’t hide his interest either. “I don’t know how things will go, but I believe there’s more than just physical attraction on my side. It makes me uncomfortable.” 

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

“I guess depending on the mood and our needs.” Mads didn’t really know how to measure his own sex drive. “I don’t believe we’d ever follow a schedule, sincerely. Whenever we’d be both in the mood and ready to be intimate.” 

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

“The... Trailer perhaps? Elsewhere maybe? Where we want?” Mads wouldn’t blush, but there’s an hesitation in his voice. He can’t help but think about all these forests and fields they have walked through. “Maybe something off limits too.  

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

“I’m curious.” Mads said with a long hum. “I’ve never been with someone who’s confident in their desires, nor did I practice that kind of sexual intercourses either.” He cleared his throat. “I guess he would do his everything to be more than just good.” 

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

“I don’t... really give nicknames. I don’t talk much either, it’s not a moment for that.” 

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

He remained entirely blank for a second before he eventually frowned. “I want to see him tie up at some point and ready to give up his control. I also wish for us to be risky. We are both risk takers in the end, we are both appealed by the same dangers. I don’t know, I could bend for him, and I do hope in all our exploration he’d find a way to bend for me too.” 

He stayed silent for a second, before he added: “I also want him to be in charge.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

“Everything we both want to explore. I just want it to be respectful.” 

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

“I don’t know.” I want him to be mine, I want more. “I’ll see how it goes.” 

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@strawberryxdreams

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.  Miyasaki

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS (always accepting)

Possessiveness was not always a very beautiful thing for sure, but in Mads’ case, it could turn into something despicable if he was pushed too far on his buttons. He respected Miyasaki for his role, leading his troops with a blink of his eyes, his decisions often right on point. Mads was content to follow his role as a bodyguard, watching his back without saying a word, even if he could perfectly analyze a few situations and judge them in silence.

Their relationship was not based on a proper equality either, but each time he was having his way with his boss, Mads had the privilege to be in charge. He liked that reversed balance, Miyasaki keened to abandon his power for as long as he was laid under his best mutt. Today, it seemed that he was truly looking for trouble. In front of Mads’ eyes, he had been flirting with other men, his purpose to scratch his ego. Mads was alright with the fact they were not exclusive; he knew that their bond was based on their primal needs and there was no such thing as feelings in his world.

However, Mads couldn’t handle his burst of possessiveness when Miyasaki, after his little show, had chased his guests away to claim Mads for an intimate moment. As soon as the door was closed, the bodyguard could offer another side of his personality, peering down at Miyasaki with severe eyes. “That was ridiculous of you. You know I’m not jealous. Fuck them all if you wish, you know I don’t care.” He muttered while he moved forward to trap his boss right against his desk.

“If you require my attention so badly, why don’t you act like it instead of playing games like that? That’s despicable.” He wouldn’t be able to talk to him if he didn’t know that he was in charge right now, while he slowly raised his fingers up and brushed Miyasaki’s long strands. “But I can remind you a few things, Miyasaki.” He promised before he clamped his hand on his boss’ hip and he silently demanded him to turn around.

With a furious gesture, he pulled his pants down and manhandled him down on the desk, his gestures firm and dominant, while he moved aside his raven locks, and purposely bit on his neck to leave a rather deep mark right there. If he had to claim Miyasaki again, he would do it without any second thought. He deserved to be reminded that he was not a dog to play with whenever he wanted. It was also intoxicating after all, having someone of power being so obedient whenever he felt needy. Mads only had to prepare him for a long time, pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside of his hole. He wanted him to beg for more. After all, that show was only to get fucked by his bodyguard, right?

“Miyasaki…” He whispered as he positioned himself behind his back and yanked at his hair with a firm grip. “This is the last time you play tricks like this, or I promise, I won’t ever touch you again.” He snarled, before he eventually buried himself inside of him. Miyasaki should know that Mads was a man of his word, and his threat was more than plausible.

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AEKMSV for Mads mwahaha

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Mads doesn’t really jerk off really often, it’s just a way to blow off some steam and relax his body when the urge is too intense. He doesn’t really watch porn either, he doesn’t have the habit to consume that kind of media, he prefers to use his imagination and focus on the fantasies he has in mind. He likes to create scenarios, secret ones, wherever he could explore his sexuality and perhaps the forbidden things he imagines with a special someone. 

He never uses toys, and prefers to use his fingers to stimulate his length. He’s quite fond of edging himself too in these moments. 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

already answered 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

He really adores whenever his partner kisses him around the crotch area, and more particularly his thighs. He’s very sensitive over there, so it’s the perfect place to leave either peeps or marks, depending on the mood of course. He loves having his neck explored too, and when he’s in the mood, he’s chasing for their lips and abandons himself in intense kisses. 

On his partner, Mads is furiously focused on worshiping their bodies. He appreciates the torso area, and often ends up giving a lot of attention to their nipples. However, he’s keen to kiss their necks and collarbones, and he leaves discreet marks in places that shouldn’t be seen. 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

already answered 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

Sleepy sex is a part of what Mads adores in general, since he’s more a morning person when it comes to intercourses or share an intimate moment with his partner. He’s usually the one who palms them first, exploring their bodies until they are fully awaken and he can either slowly fuck them, or expose a more passionate side, depending on what they ask. So yes, lazy morning sex is honestly the best way to turn him on or to be entirely sure he would be in the mood to have sex in the first place.

Though, when Mads feels passionate enough to fuck until exhaustion, he’s going to do a thorough job until his partner collapses in his arms. He wouldn’t mind be awakened by them either, as long as they have talked about it before, I guess. 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

No. Sex is private for him. An unique moment he doesn’t wish to share with curiosity, nor wants to witness from his perspective. He’s not going to look and he’s not going to let someone peer at him either. He’s a bit too possessive to accept a pair of eyes on his partner rather than his own.