#suggestive.

[vivaiavidapasta]

Y/N happily snuggling and kisses "Sheep" on cheeks with cute aggression, without knowing it's actually Spoiled Milk/J

[subedared]

found my first ever toki

[seawattgaming]

One night stand with me now

Stand... where?

[marchsfreakshow]

"well, would you prefer a real knife to your throat? Learn the exalirating feeling after fear?"

The sharpest and longest blade he could find, swirling around in his hand.

"decide, yes or no my dear. And I will hold off on killing you."

A thick gulp, and a nod.

"you would? Of course you would want a blade such as this pressed against you. It is one of the things I admire the most about you."

The cold, silver blade pressed quickly against their neck, and a shudder. But a gasp at how icy the blade was.

"no my dear. You should be angry. That is what your character is feeling yes?"

A nod again and sudden furrowed eyebrows. Lines being spat out as the both of them moved and acted around the words.

"wonderful! You will do brilliantly on the stage tomorrow evening love! You remember the deal yes?"

Yes, the deal. Sneak a means of recording the play into the theatre, and then show the killer ghost the performance afterwards. Then, a killing. Maybe the most theatrical and romantic killing of their lifetime, and his undead time. Having the time of their life on a stage, just for all the work to be undone.

"I'm so proud of you my bird. Killing you tomorrow evening will be,, the most erotic."

A sigh both leaving them before a kiss.

[karmicgold]

for as long as he’s existed walking among the stars,   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊   went through a load of self discoveries.   both ethically and morally … and physically.    ⟢   𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒   

SUMMARY : 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂

   ⟢      𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌's   genetically-engineered species alone was curated to find the “ideal mate” meeting their own genetic material in the pursuit of a new superhuman birthing of people.   it was confirmed they fashion themselves;   even if it means changing their clothes,    gender,    and proportions,    to try and seduce the targeted mate.   as seen through ayesha when she went from being a genetically - engineered man known as paragon,    to then being known as her,    otherwise now kismet,    who became pregnant with quesar’s child when she found him “suitable”.   when a superhuman finds their mate,    they don’t seek to stop in their instinctual pursuit to couple.   but if they don’t couple,    they usually tend to give up.   which is what   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  did.

now speaking in terms of intimacy for   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌,  he will subconsciously just watch others with his pale eyes. he cannot help but factually imprint what someone’s appearance / genes may contribute to the development of his race if not extend it.   like any human,    he does have the tendency to get aroused or become sexually active.

   ⟢   however,    he does find it incredulously difficult to appropriate his body’s needs into action.    he will usually just occupy himself when downtime is inevitably encountered.   reading in between the lines was not one of   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌's  strengths.   he is completely inexperienced in all matters of sexuality;    to which he only recently learnt of being frankly forthcoming with almost anyone,    regardless of the entity or gender.   he’s kissed a woman before,    though not much less lay with a woman.   he’s been in the body of a female but never bedded men.   he’s never followed the basic human principles.

he had never pictured himself forming any sexual relationships. how could he?   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  was a traveling cosmic voyager with little to no time to explore himself.   the fate of the world rested on his shoulders,    which,    to be fair,    it did.   how could he be so selfish as to delve into pleasures of the flesh when he should be more critically concerned with the fate of the universe he dwells in?   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  has insecurities that very well orchestrates into ignoring the instinctual needs he was genetically programmed to follow.

   ⟢   when encountered however,    he finds that he loves immersing himself in kissing / guidance leading up to.   it helps his body rekindle that lost instinct to help instruct and guide him.   be it with one or many partners,    he needs their guidance.   with their lips.   their hands.   anything to help assimilate what he was originally warranted to do.

   ⟢   with his vast knowledge and excessive attention to biology,   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  is very adept at spotting where blood runs hottest.   his keen eye because of his genetic programming helps guide him where it may bring pleasure to his partners.   he loves suckling the nipple and biting.   he loves giving head and stimulating the genitalia. there’s just something empowering about getting a reaction.

   ⟢   he really needs to be emotionally guided into sex.   he wants consent and will ask for consent.   he never does anything if it is not explicitly implied.   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  isn’t a very gluttonous person,    often starving himself of pleasure when it doesn’t call for it.

   ⟢      𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  certainly masturbates.   but it is not an activity he avidly takes advantage of considering he is practically watched under the name of cosmic law and accordance.   if it is certainly someone he’s grown quite fond of,    he cannot help but use his cape and hide his golden body so he wouldn’t be ashamed of watching himself.   soft grunts and groans,    trying to coax friction into his rigid length.

   ⟢      𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌  is quite fond of missionary,   cowgirl,   and sometimes on the knees.   he wants to honor his partner’s body with his hands,    feeling along the fissures and definition of muscle,    see where their veins may lay lead him.   perfect human he is, he found perfection in his lovers.   he wants to honor his partners when having sex.   whether he’s allowing himself to be vulnerable or take control.

   ⟢   he had an affinity for laying back and feeling the sensation bestowed to him. he’s so often called ‘pretty’ or ‘handsome’ more often the feminine term — he subconsciously offers his body to be explored as well. he loves when his pectorals in particular are touched,    the rumbling through his artificial lips.   he might have a slight gratification for being revered in bed,    almost treated as some forbidden angelic entity engaging in sex.

[pitgritted]

➤ a  capture  of  essentially  the  different  settrigh(s)  (  in  their  individual  designated  verses  )  differentiating  them  from  the  category  of  top  /  dom  /  bottom  /  sub  grid  .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 , 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . [ reference links [  :  ] 1 2 3 ]

settrigh  ,  at  least  within  the  confinements  of  his  original  verse  ,  is  a  very  emotionally  refuting  man  .  marginalized  as  a  boy  from  both  his  ancestral  forms  ;  human  &  vastaya  ,  leading  to  the  unsavory  upbringing  of  a  very  tumultuous  pandemonium  .  stirring  of  emotions  &  hatred  transfixed  onto  taking  it  out  on  others  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ dom / bottom ; UNLABELED ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  in  this  verse  does  not  have  a  preference  ,  but  emotionally  conforms  to  being  the  "  dominant  partner  "  simply  because  of  his  fear  &  paranoia  subjecting  him  to  being  unwilling  to  relinquish  control  .  if  he  does  ,  he  risks  being  manipulated  .

settrigh  in  the  modern  verse  ,  plotted  with  @./  windchaser  yone  ,  he's  more  emotionally  grounded  compared  to  his  classic  variant  .  while  he  still  suffers  a  handful  of  mental  consequences  ,  he  has  a  better  way  to  deal  with  them  (  than  he  did  before  honestly  )  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ half dom / bottom ]

it  ultimately  depends  on  the  situation  ,  his  emotions  at  the  current  moment  ,  &  if  he's  feeling  up  to  squandering  his  dominance  .  but  he's  the  type  to  sit  back  &  enjoy  .  sit  on  his  lap  &  mess  with  his  body  ,  he's  a  sucker  for  it  .  even  if  he's  a  "  bottom  "  in  a  situation  ,  he  doesn't  hold  that  label  for  long  .  he  just  doesn't  .  always  finds  a  way  to  get  what  he  wants  through  his  strength  . 

[ reference photos ]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top / dom ]

i  say  this  because  settrigh  is  the  spirit  of  challenge  &  really  isn't  all  too  keen  on  losing  ,  lest  getting  close  to  somebody  .  he  would  be  damned  to  surrender  his  body  to  anybody  ,  &  if  he's  really  aching  to  have  sex  ,  he's  taking  the  initiative  . 

he  literally  has  no  emotional  troubles  quite  literally  hindering  his  vulnerability  .  he  has  a  healthy  friend  group  &  can  strive  for  his  passion  without  needing  to  hide  anything  from  his  mother  .  he  has  better  coping  habits  &  he  knows  how  much  he's  loved  .  he  can  emotionally  be  a  switch  .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ top ; sub / dom ]

like  HEARTSTEEL  ,  sett  is  emotionally  happier  &  like  modern  ,  emotionally  grounded  .  he's  more  happier  with  himself  &  the  people  among  him  ,  &  it's  actually  one  of  the  verses  he  is  expressively  a  fucking  himbo  .  he's  more  accepting  with  his  emotions  &  his  abilities  ,  &  thus  expects  that  out  of  others  in  turn  . 

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : [ sub / bottom ]

[cigsaftersuh]

when they tiredly tug their tie off !!!! rolling their head and rubbing their neck with a raspy groan !!! pulling it over their head with a breathy sigh and throwing it to the side, a complete contrast to your loving hands that tied it just a few hours ago . . . though it doesn’t even get a chance to plop onto the ground before they begin unbuttoning their dress shirt, one tailored just for them & enough to leave you envious of the silk material that gets to hug their body throughout the day, in a manner that has you squeezing your legs shut ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა they go through each button with sharp, impatient movements, their jaw clenched as if every second spent undressing is another second wasted away from you, their hands tremble slightly, but they refuse to let it slow them down <3 the fabric is peeled away with the same urgency, landing somewhere unimportant, their chest heaving as they finally close the distance between you

[devilvette]

on the topic of kinks today, i just think that velvette should be allowed to step on someone. extra points if you're taller than her

[ripk0l]

nsfw for this.

haha kol has a new kink ...........; @wickedslip's hand around his neck.

[askganon]

My lord, you don’t realize how much I need you to violently rail me from behind while grabbing my hair and making me scream “my king” as a prayer.

Nor do you.

[vessmar]

pirate vess.

[lordvile]

@eyehunger : [ HIPS ] + [ reverse ] & [ PULL ] / prompt.

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 from the ground : his own warm touch as a beginning. and growing. and growing. taller than his own eyes. the both of them so much more than what the flesh translates here and yet something blooming all the same. smoldering of some several centuries or more. burning in the pit of his chest. projecting on the state of the other. the distant grass is overgrown. the ash is silken and falling between his fingers. tomorrow , maybe. and even that is so far away.

a recollection : some time ago and on his knees. reddened with the sweet pressure of the ground. remembrance crawls down his skin with thorny edges. his knees do not bend now. back against the likeness of his once most beloved. abandoned , now. and given to the ages. they are alone. and time is some strange and funny stream drawing the line between them. his own soul gone all quiet. gone too stiff. repressed. into the black — the depths of his own chest are a home. withdrawn to them. and comfortable there. secrets of his own heart in the velvet streams of his blood. restless , but the clawing to be free so much less of an ache than the desire to lash out. 

eyes wander in search of connection. up and down and settling on its torso. softness of its hips a call for his touch. he grabs them. in both hands , and thumb pressing against where bone sits shallow under the surface. fingers curling against flesh. he pulls mora near , hips against his own.   ❝ depressing , isn’t it? ❞ vile motions to their surroundings with a jerk of his head. a lazy digging into an open wound. ❝ though i can think of one way to liven it up in here. ❞ are intentions read correctly? it hardly matters — he would go this direction anyways. in intimacy or in fight — fulfilled all the same. the beginning to some confused and certain end. eyes that look straight through , heavy lidded. and a tongue that unburdens itself in the curve of its shoulder. and up to the neck. parts his lips in a move to bite and — pain. star white in the back of his eyes. strands of his own hair pulled , and rough. a pain that does not equate to pleasure. teeth grind against one another. head lifts and eyes bear onto the other with such disdain. it knows his weakness and in exploiting it has set the tone for their match.

hand replaces lips on its neck. grips until knuckles turn white. with this hold he swaps their positions , shoving mora into its own lost shrine with the force of so many years of hurt behind it. hand tightens. then loosens. then slides up to grip its jaw. vile leans in , close but eyes still meet in focus. and he makes a show of looking up — up at the stone carved and crumbled so with time. a vision of old. form of something so tender. shape of a scar larger than his own body. red hot and boiling up his throat. love left to rot. eyes return to the vessel in front of him. look of disapproval on his face.   ❝   how you've fallen.   ❞   lips press against jaw. and bite there. and pull flesh until it slips from his teeth. sharp on the edges and finally extending out : his desire as a weapon. hardened like the ages and pressing out from his own being. the morning sings still , even now. even in the rose of his lips. and even in the base of his throat. coughing up the light of the day as though a curse — the taste of it upon his tongue reminds him of the days of old. aimless and nameless and looking above to the skies for some answer. as if he were not his own god. as if he were not his own fate. in time — all swallowed. the sun. the sea. foaming on his lips — but slithering down. the learned stretch of his muscles. the knowledge to consume. and nothing but the spitting flames of a star to put him at ease.

desire is a wretched and scraping thing. his tongue forces its way behind teeth and into the cavity of its mouth in a sloppy kiss. longing : putrid and in shades of red. and not without biting. his knee moves to pry apart its legs. one hand to return to its neck and one to wander. scratching its way down its chest. splaying against stomach. softness there some shove past the brink. heat that begins in his stomach , seething and spreading down. hand now slinks around to grab its ass and with that pull their bodies even closer. intentional to allow his hardness to press against stomach. an easy admission and a promise all the same. kiss broken to whisper in its ear. ❝   you are nothing. ❞ words leave his lips in a near growl. old anger. new anger. anger at his own body for allowing ' nothing ' to elicit such responses from it. and after centuries of being idle for every other. ❝ and like this place , you’ll be forgotten. ❞

[that-sw-selfshipper]

Busy day. ~♡

[mielmoto]

yes, yes, i know, i'm EXCRUCIATINGLY babygirl*. but you're only allowed to call me that out loud if we're $@&#ing.

[pitgritted]

thinking more critically since I’m not serving anyone rn, but like—- getting suggestive here, but classic sett , I don’t think , is super driven by sexual desire ( at least in terms of generality !! ) — imagine being drunk , super sore & aching all over , constantly bad tempered & short with everybody because of irritation .,,, he’s also just simply afraid of getting intimate physically . hes scared of letting down his mental barriers — because he also has super fucking bad coping habits ( drinking , violence , clawing out fur from his ears / hair ) ,,,

sett doesn’t easily get “ into it “ because of these things . even if he is actively in it , he’s the type to be awake even after the events of it , sitting on the edge and trying to calm himself down ,,, super anxious and ears all pinned back . one night stands make him feel fucking irritable and terrible , & he’s usually the first to be gone after & just not speak with that individual again … many men & women he’s slept with ( on his volition if not inebriated usually ) are always blocked off by Smeek telling them off because Settrigh does not have the mental to deal with it or makes excuses that he has to be there for a match he’s not too interested in .