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[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs - for Laurentius!

He is a man entirely unused to affection. Sex, certainly, growing up in the slums, you found messy little love stories all over the place; there had been men and women in his early adulthood who joined him in his little flat for an evening of the sort of haphazard catharsis typically achieved by trying to make hotel rooms - quick and evanescent comfort - out of people.

In almost every instance, they had been taking from one another, seeking something for themselves in the ruins of another person. It had almost all been detached, pragmatic, mechanical. (He didn't fault them for it, of course. They all knew, the way in he touched and ached and breathed - he'd fall in love far too easy, if the distances weren't clear and the boundaries firm.)

Here, in Anri's flat, sat with her in his lap on the edge of her bed, he sucks in a breath as her mouth leaves his, trails loving little whispers along his jawline, down across his neck. It's not until she reaches his bared chest that he realizes where she's going - what she's about to do.

Nobody had ever done that for him before.

"Anri, you don't have to--" he begins, one hand brushing roughened palm against the pale crown of her hair, but she meets his eyes and smiles.

"I want to," she murmurs, moon-splashed through her window, naked and warm and more loving than anyone he's ever known. "Laurentius..."

Another protest fractures into a growl of pleasure as her mouth reaches his stomach, then lower still - until she's knelt before him on on the floor, one hand seizing hold of his cock. He stares down, wide-eyed, entirely unsure of how to compose himself; the act seems worshipful, affectionate in a way he has never experienced. She wants to find her joy in his joy, her pleasure in his pleasure.

God, he loves her. He loves the way she giggles breathily at his reaction; he loves the little kisses she presses into his trembling thigh.

"Let me take care of you," she says, her breath warm and gentle against his skin.

All he can manage, body singing with the new and starbright sensation of being loved, is a nod.

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sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you" - for Laurentius!

It was, in truth, an attempt to find a sense of home in each other amid the chaos of the city beyond the window. That place was slickened with blood and sickness and ruin; here, beneath him, arching into the study rut of his hips, Anri sang of pleasure and safety and home, home, home. Her arms laced around his shoulders, held him close, tightening on the pulse of every slow, loving thrust; Laurentius growled prayers into her skin, kissed worship into the sweep of her collarbone and up along her jawline.

It was their second time, after those first and desperate explorations of one another - virginal pain had long given way to euphoric fullness, which only spurred him to focus even more on earning more and more of her melting, aching song.

But there, amid the dissolved cries of pleasure, pressed into his mouth as he rose to kiss her, he heard it:

"I love you," she murmured, and he could taste the affection on his tongue. "I love you, Laurentius--!"

"You...you too," he breathed, meeting her tear-glistened eyes. "Anri...Anri--"

Too late, the affection in her voice, the sensation of her lips ghosting across his own as she spoke carried him right into the soaring high of pleasure; by the way her whispered affectations shattered into a rising cry, she must have come too, clenching around him as he spilled into her.

"Anri," he breathed again, nuzzling his way into the crook of her neck as her trembling fingers wound down the expanse of his back. "Anri, I love you too..."

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[ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. - for Artorias, from @apifacture

He watches her from his desk chair; work - his front of a day job, running through security checklists and rosters for Gwyn - lies scattered across his desk, now ignored for the sight on his bed.

There lay Ciaran, propped partially up on his pillows, grinning at him as she spread her legs to reveal that, somewhere between her car and his bedroom, she'd discarded her underwear, leaving her bare under her now hiked up skirt. The glisten of her heat in the warm light of his bedroom was more than enough to finally pull him away from his work.

They'd fallen into each other quickly, this last week or so. He'd known her growing up, of course - they'd both scrapped and scrabbled their way through the same neighborhood, and eventually into Gwyn's employ amid his meteoric ascent into the city's underworld. But it had barely taken a week of working closely with one another for mutual attraction to blossom into something hot, and eager, and affectionate in a way he hadn't been prepared for.

Artorias turns to watch as one slender hand teases over a bared thigh, toward the core of her, past the patch of blond hair and down to her center. A finger trails slowly over her entrance, and a little moan escapes her. He's not sure he's ever heard a sound he loves as much.

"Thinking about me, love?" he murmurs, watching fixedly as she strokes again.

"Perhaps," she returns, grinning breathlessly. "Why don't you come over here and find out?"

"Oh, I don't know, I'm rather enjoying the show," he says.

"Mm, are you? Then perhaps I'd best continue all on my lonesome," she says, feigning disappointment. "A shame, really, I'd hoped to discover more of what those lovely hands could do..."

"Ah - a proper tease, is it?" he says. He rises slow from his chair, approaches the bed, looms over her, leaning forward so that she lies back - but then plants his hands on either side of her. "I didn't say stop, love - let me hear you..."

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feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm. - for Artorias, from @apifacture

Not for the first time, Artorias thanks his lucky stars - and they are lucky, situated as they are in the almost mischievous gleam of her pretty eyes - that he is on Ciaran's good side. He's a capable sort, and there's not many in the city that pose any real threat to him; years of street-fighting followed by an obsessive focus on his own acuity, and a love of scrapping he wouldn't confess to at gunpoint, had honed the wolf into a dangerous, powerful animal.

Ciaran is something else entirely. A knife in the dark, a threat you never understand until your breath is exiting out your back too fast to warn anyone else. If Artorias has a weakness, it's that the man isn't subtle. He can't be. Doorframes occasionally present legitimate concerns for his posture. You may not be able to do anything about him once he's in motion, but you will at least know he's - well.

Speaking of.

She looses his length from her mouth with a little pop, and gives him a grin that reminds him of a satisfied cat, one hand still sheathing the arch of him in languid, teasing pumps. Echoes of ebbing pleasure roll through his thighs and up into his stomach, and true to her word, the subsequent arch of his back only pulls the ropes - wound tight around his arms and stomach, binding him firmly to the chair - tighter still. She must have felt it, the telltale twitch of him right before release, and with the head of him so near her mouth he can feel her words as much as hear them, she murmurs:

feel that? every knot tightens when you squirm. - @apifacture

To have wrought dominance from a typically submissive act makes him marvel almost as much as the heat and warmth of her mouth as she takes him in again, tongue glancing off his cock in playful strokes, lapping at the threatened weeping of his release. He groans; every ounce of him wants to put his hands in her hair, wants to guide her up and down until he spills himself down her throat. There it is again: the promise, promise, promise of wide-eyed euphoria, and there she goes again, pulling away just in time, and keeping him right on the edge with those attentive fingers.

"You're going to be the death of me yet, Ciaran," he breathes, head tilting back if only to deprive her momentarily of the desperation on his face. "God, woman, just..."

His plea stutters to a gasping halt in his throat as she grips him just a little tighter, stops again, starts again.

No amount of begging was going to make her let him come any faster than she wanted to. He was hers. God, he loved being hers, even in moments like these - especially in moments like these.

"Ahh, Ciaran, please," he groans, half-plea, half-prayer, every bit of it affection.

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sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex? - for Laurentius!

Laurentius is a very vocal man during sex; he loves praising and teasing his partner, and makes no effort to restrain how he's feeling, whether that's through groans or growls of his partner's name. He's more prone to chuckling or laughing in the aftermath more than he is during the act.

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location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)? - for Artorias!

Artorias is an eager lover - it's only through a combination of Ciaran's equal enthusiasm and sheer trust that he often ends up as the submissive in their relationship. Moreover, he's a big man and sometimes ill-considered about his own strength. To that end, the risk in semi-public locations is less that either of them will get caught (they likely will, neither of them seem especially subtle when it comes to one another,) but rather if property damage may be incurred in the process.

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marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners? // for Gwyn

There's a certain amount of courtly politicking that goes into Gwyn's outwardly expressed preferences. Behind closed doors, there is a spot very specifically chosen on Izalith's neck that he bites every time they commune - well below where anyone would see as long as she's clothed, but...

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My love language is creating a sacred space for you to take off your armor.

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A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME !

i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?

wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.   (  a collection of various  dialogue + action prompts centered around muses exploring kinks.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios.  )

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

[ WATCH ] sender disallows receiver from touching them, they can only watch. [ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. [ WITNESS ] sender and receiver have sex knowing a third party is watching. [ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together.

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[ undress ] — your muse undresses my muse

She's so enthusiastic, each and every time they fall into each other; it's the way she kisses him like it's the first gasp of air she's had in years, or the way her hands tangle in his hair like she can't get close enough. She'd half-tackled him to get him this way, pressing murmured heat into his mouth as though she'd been holding back the entire journey.

The searing want in her scours away the fear in him. Freed of that doubt, he finds himself free to express his own desperate desires in a growling little groan as she rocks her hips into his, seated on his bedroll next to the bonfire.

"I need to feel you," he breathes, hands tugging at the hem of her undershirt. The armor already lies discarded, and half his robes besides; now it's just cloth between his skin and hers and it is still too much.

The shirt comes up and over her head, and Laurentius' hand trails fire up over her hip and toward the swell of her chest, where he knew she loved to be touched. That prompts another needy whimper from his lover as she presses her hips down into his again, notching herself on the bulge beneath her.

"Gods," he breathes. "Anri..."

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Sleepy sex where every touch feels like heaven >>>

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i'll kiss you tender, tender.

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[ plug ] — my muse keeps your muse plugged up with their cum

She has teased him all day. First when he helped her open her shop - pressing her backside into him each time she passed him behind the counter, then darting away with a little wink and a giggle. When he brought her lunch, he was treated to a deep and hungry kiss right before he parted, all teeth and tongue and a breathy, desperate little promise of more. Even while she labored over dinner, she found ways to stoke and taunt and push.

Now: now he had her pinned beneath him as she arched upward into stuttering, relentless thrusts of that steeled length deep into her aching warmth. She sang for him, his name melting into singing cries and moans that he'd have paid all the gold in the world to hear. He had always been an eager lover, made the more so by the circuitous enthusiasm with which she returned his desire, but tonight was an entirely new frontier - the bed swayed and rocked with his efforts, one hand holding her still beneath him, the other supporting him as he swayed and rocked, too.

It had started as the kind of hungry, haphazard missionary position they often fell into when the need was great and the time was short, but it has become something more insistent: Anri's pleading pleasure prompts Laurentius to hike her hips higher that so each thrust of him inside would reach deeper, deeper still - then he guided her legs up against his shoulders, nearly folding the poor girl in half.

He can feel it: release, a hot promise of need dissolving into rapture, collapsing into the animal victory of truly, truly claiming each other. Beneath him, Anri pulls taut, her arms around his neck, crying out sharply as she falls into exultation, her hands clenching in his hair amid the waves of sense-bending ecstasy.

He can feel her tighten around him - her body, pleading for him to follow after into that joyous dissembling. He bends his head low, his hips still merciless, and presses his lips against hers.

"Anri, I'm so deep," he growls. "I'm going to fill you up..."

"Please," she breathes, fighting for coherence amid the euphoria. "Laurentius, I'm yours--"

It's enough. It's too much. One last thrust and his cock is pressed inside her to the hilt, flooding her as he, too, falls into elation itself, into the all-consuming pleasure of her, into the sound of her voice and the warmth of her body and the love of a woman he never once thought would have loved him before she first said as much.

Even as his climax subsides, with her filled to the brim, he doesn't move. He doesn't want to. Something feral in him holds him still against her, meeting her eyes as he keeps his hips pressed tight against her own. A growling little part of him that wants the taking to take.

"Don't move," he murmurs. "I want to stay inside you..."

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In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

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CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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