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It was almost pathetic, really. How easily he allowed himself to be sat down on the couch by Kaeya. This surely couldn't be the same emboldened, adamant, stubborn man. Whose will wouldn't break for just about anything or anyone. The same brash and reckless outlaw, who'd kept the remnants of his phantom heart firmly encased in layer upon layer of iron, honestly terrified of letting anyone get as close as Kaeya was at this moment. To think he wound up marrying the man in the end, making the most intimate decision to even ask. Scaring himself with how right it all felt to him, after years spent roaming the galaxy, being the walking dead man he considered himself to be, living solely for the sake of his family's memory. Not much of a life.

Yet, yet... now? This was a life worth living. No longer needing to lug around the weight of his grief, closure finally received, no longer having the ruthless urges of revenge plaguing his every thought. His family could rest, and he could live for himself after all that time.

Crosshair was blown wide, crimson dot in the center expanded as well. All in order to completely and entirely take in every last detail of the handsome sight before him. Hazy gaze trying hard to remain sharp, never once wavering in its focus on the man before him. One could make the assumption this was the same way a seasoned hunter would assess its target. True enough. But Boothill's remaining eye was not regarding Kaeya with the same seething bitterness he reserved for a certain corporation. Reverence, devotion, tenderness.

Sensors throughout his body flared like at Kaeya climbing onto his lap and held him, arms swiftly encircling in return to keep him in place. "Close as two damn hibernatin' rattlesnakes... still ain't close enough for me." Voice was deep, low, rough.

This new sensitivity, sensations, were still something to adjust to. But, hell, if he didn't absolutely relish in it all. Having someone who showed such genuine and true affection to his body born of rage and desperation, created only to bring destruction. Even after everything they'd been through, it still left him stunned.

Eyes grew half-lidded, gladly (or maybe was it greedily) responding to each and every kiss, always mindful of his sharper teeth, arms pulling him closer against his chest. Aeons, if this was what getting drunk felt like back in the day? He'd get absolutely wasted to the point of no return on the feeling, whether it be made into a whiskey or a wine. Hangover be damned.

Kaeya really did know him too well, didn't he? Enough to know the sensation of a hand tangling in his hair would bring forth an adoring sigh and Boothill smiling into their current kiss. With his ability to well and truly feel being limited to only above his neck for so long before the sensory upgrade, even the slightest touch would be enough to melt him or catch him off guard. Effortlessly.

Only just beginning to close his eyes, they snapped open once the kiss was just barely broken. Being just enough for him to narrow his eyes and Kaeya to earn an irritated growl. Did he like the pull on his hair? Yes. Was he still gonna act all upset? Oh, absolutely.

"Now, sweetheart, I don't take too kindly-"

Oh... oh-

Every urge was telling him to duck his head away, avoid the beautiful gaze that was freezing him solid. Old thoughts rising back up. He didn't deserve this, such loving words that always threw him out of whack. More metal than man, a machine made for carrying out dangerous chaos. Yet, he remained still, rapt. He always did like the night sky, and Kaeya's blue eye may as well be a galaxy full of stars.

Managing to bite back any remark of refute, even with how difficult it proved to be, he relented. "You're wreckin' me here, you handsome as hell rascal..." Head leaned into the devastatingly gentle touch, tilting it to give more access to the remainder of skin along his neck. "Only... only for you. You're the only one that gets me all like this."

Oh, he was hopeless. Never would he admit such a thing so openly. The vulnerability, the intimacy of it, not to mention the trust. Three concepts he'd once closed himself of to. Previously striving to always be seen as this roguish, tough hunter. Who knew metal could be worn down so easily?

However. Not all the fire in him was completely put out.

A smirk gradually took over his face, eye flickering red, a hand rising up to grasp the brim of his hat. "Don't you go forgettin'..." A raspy chuckle left before he firmly placed the hat atop Kaeya's head, mouth right beside his ear with a gruff, "you're mine, too."

Hand then came to rest against his cheek, fully ready to meet him when he returned to kiss him again. Showing a gentleness unfitting of him, but that certainly didn't mean the affection was devoid of any passion. Leaning back against the couch, both arms winding around him in a grip that was perhaps enough to leave indents on Kaeya's skin, but not enough to cause harm.

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❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜ ~@lustbcrne (Tartaglia for Alya hfbjhfg)

Thin pupils grew wide as the Harbingers soft words set in. Sharp teeth glinted in the light as Alya gave him their ‘cat that caught the canary’ pleased grin, one hand grabbing his wrist as they leaned in close, dropping there gaze to lips for a split second, just to tease. “Hmmm, how bold of you, Tar~tag~lia~ But I spy an alleyway.” Leaning back, a glint of something like mischief in their eyes, they squeeze his wrist just a touch on the rough side, “Next time you’ll have to catch me~”

He looked so nice like this, openly wanting them, it decided to play a little nice (out in the open at least).

Pulling him swiftly into the alleyway, far enough back that it would be a bit more difficult for someone to see them, Alya slipped one hand up his jacket as they dropped to their knees. “How do you want me? Down here,” its’ tongue swiped across bare stomach, the taste of him one they always enjoyed, undoing his belt in the process, “Bent over? On the ground?”

Dragging their other hand slowly down their chest, a couple buttons of their shirt popped open on the way down to their belt, that they swiftly undid. “Take what you need~”

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Their eyes rolled back at the firm press of his thigh against them, the need taking over when they instinctively rolled their hips, seeking that delicious friction he had initiated. A quiet, breathy sigh of his name left it, head tilted back just for a moment. A tiger rarely bared its’ neck, but Alya would always make exceptions for Tartaglia, letting him see bare skin, so open and vulnerable — before their gaze snapped back to him, neck no longer so bare, and eyes filled with a hunger that burned gold. Sparks lit up his fingertips, and it couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through their spine, pupils expanding at just the tease.

Eyes blown wide with excitement, their hips rolled, pressing down even harder against his thigh as they welcomed his kiss — a laugh and a moan catching in their throat like his lower lip between their teeth. Even as it slipped a hand under his shirt, the fervor of their excitement clouding their mind, they remembered enough to pull back (just a hairs breath away), “I will…let you know if I need a pause….” Scrapping the knife against his neck, not enough to make him bleed — that was an honor they only awarded their teeth and claws — Alya instead stuck it in the wall, just with reach. Nipping his ear, it grinned against his jaw, “That’s available to you too, Tarta,”

As its’ voice dropped a little lower, their focus tunnel visioned into removing his jacket swiftly, not caring if they left little claw marks behind. “Tarta please, please touch me more.”

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Sexual Traits - Alya

Tagged by: Stole it from @lustbcrne :3​ Tagging: If you want it? TAKE IT

bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes. Striked = personal notes, can be removed (anything in ‘extra’ can be removed, too)

inclinations/habits:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time  | initiates | waits for a partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

Extra: Alya is a switch vers (tops & bottoms with relative ease) who, with one night stands, tends to just pick whatever it is they want in the moment (ie. will let someone rail them if they want to bottom at the time). However, with an actual partner, Alya will pay much more attention to their partners' preferences and act accordingly. Their partner likes to be dominant and bottom? Then Alya will be the sub (a very very bratty sub) and top. It's very easy for them to switch things up on a whim too.

However, they very rarely will be completely submissive without the brattiness, which has to do with trust levels. Most of their sexual encounters have been one night stands, and even with a partner it can take a few times before they are willing to pass over the leash (metaphorical & physical) over to their partner, giving them complete control over the situation (with safewords in place just in case of course). For them, passing over total to someone has almost always meant being used as a weapon or a tool, and while they don't necessarily mind that, it's still significantly different for them during sex - this is especially true as they have used sex in the past as a way to maintain some control over their sense of self, so giving that control completely to another person takes a lot of time and an even greater amount of trust.

body/appearance:

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxer briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length (for the strap) | 10" or over in length

Extra - They have burn scars over the majority of their body (which is also why they don't shave / wax, their body hair doesn't really grow anymore); their feet up to their neck on the back of the body was burned the most, though it's been long enough & their body at different times, so they have a variety of scars, many of which overlap. The front of the feet up to about mid thigh, parts of their stomach, and parts of their arms/hands also have burn scars across them of varying degrees. They also have scars from their work and from spars.

If their partner were to kiss their scars it would A) short-circuit their brain for a minute, and B) would become something they would love to have happen more often, unless they feel super vulnerable. Even then, the act of kissing their scars would just make them feel more vulnerable (especially when done gently, though that could lead to tears, which could also be very good for them tbh). They also like manhandling and will manhandle their partner (so long as their partner is okay with that). Anyone who can manhandle them usually will have to deal with them being a brat full force but, in all actuality, they love being manhandled too.

turn-ons/kinks:

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their ears pulled | pulling their partner’s ears | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) (would have to talked about) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ /’mummy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten/marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging

Extra - Alya fucks rough most of the time. They like the adrenaline high and crash that comes from it, and while they are willing to do most things for their partner, including changes of positions, they generally like being a bratty bottom the most. Making someone work for it is fun to them, plus it usually gets them pinned down with no thoughts but fucking in anyone's' mind and that is good for them (being taken out of their mind in a very physical way). They are still very used to being viewed in somewhat inherently dehumanizing ways (as a weapon usually) and so they generally assume that will carry over into sex, meaning they don't mind being degraded (to a degree, going too far can be a problem). However, the best way to degrade them is by mingling it with praise ('good boy' will really get them going and can put them into a true sub mode), and they really do love being praised during sex, especially if they're praised for something they're doing.

They love worshiping their partner, but being worshiped, much like someone kissing their scars too gently, can overwhelm them emotionally in a way that can lead to tears. Still would probably be good for them as the tears come most when they feel too human in a way and aren't sure how to mentally process/accept the idea that they are worth being worshiped / soft & gentle touches.

Being tied up & tying their partner up + their hands being pinned / pinning their partners' hands are like, two very very big things for them. This is in part because of trust, but also ties back to them being very into manhandling. Their ears are very sensitive & little nibbles on their ears will make them squirm. Also they are a menace and will love biting their partner enough to draw blood. Leaving marks as a claim really gets them going, and if their partner also leaves bruises, they'll be extra amenable outside of sex for like a week afterwards.

With their scars, there will be times when the only way they can fuck is if they do on a specific surface (cold, smooth stone is one. very soft and sensory friendly fabric, like satin, is another), or if they fuck with the majority of their clothes on. This happens when their scars are extra sensitive in such a way as to make Alya's skin feel raw (to them) which can make the motions of sex exceedingly painful.

sounds:

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

Extra - They can be very loud if they want to be / if their partner wants them to be, but Alya also enjoys things being risky (will absolutely be up for at least semi-public sex if their partner is into that) and knows how important it is to be quiet for that reason. If encouraged, they'll almost be constantly making noise, but they really do like hearing their partner. Especially considering their love of being praised, they just like knowing that their partner is having a good time, and being able to clearly hear is part of why they tend to be on the quieter side.