Fireteam-Silent-AFTER-DARK

This is the NSFW account of my main RP account.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[rockinrpmemes]

Blurt out the first sexual fantasy or desire your muse has towards mine, no matter what it is. No consequences! SEIZE THE MOMENT! (Anons welcome!)

BONUS: if you’re off anon & someone my muse ships/already likes, they HAVE to blurt out the first sexual fantasy that comes to their mind over YOUR muse.

[roleplaymemesforyou]

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

As an added bonus the petname will be rated on how much my muse likes it!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

((Posting here too. I miss RPing on tumblr. Shoot me a DM or something if u wanna rp!!!))

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  your cock is so delicious.  ❜ ❛  i need you in my mouth now.  ❜ ❛  i get so hard when i’m around you.  ❜ ❛  do you want me to spit or swallow?  ❜ ❛  i need you inside me.  ❜ ❛  guess what i’m wearing right now.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come over? i promise you won’t regret it.  ❜ ❛  if i was with you, what would you do to me?  ❜ ❛  my legs are missing you in between them.  ❜ ❛  you’ll make me feel so good.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking long and hard about what i wanna do with you tonight.  ❜ ❛  all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock.  ❜ ❛  i’m touching myself right now.  ❜ ❛  i wanna hear your moans.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about how good you always feel.  ❜ ❛  can you feel how wet / hard i am for you?  ❜ ❛  i love the way you make me feel.  ❜ ❛  you have the most perfect breasts / cock / pussy.  ❜ ❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can only think of one thing right now and it’s you naked on my bed.  ❜ ❛  all i can think about is how good you’re going to taste.  ❜ ❛  how hard do you want to be fucked tonight?  ❜ ❛  i never knew that i could want someone so badly.  ❜ ❛  i plan on making you scream my name tonight.  ❜ ❛  it’s unfair how sexy you look today.  ❜ ❛  get on your knees, now.  ❜ ❛  i’m going to make you soaking wet.  ❜ ❛  don’t you dare come until i allow you to.  ❜ ❛  i want to tie you up later and have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  how fast do you think i can make you come?  ❜ ❛  i was thinking about you last night.  ❜ ❛  if we weren’t in public right now, i’d bend you over the table and fuck you.  ❜ ❛  i just want to be used by you tonight. can i be your personal toy?  ❜ ❛  tease me until i can’t take it anymore.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to taste you on my lips.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me tonight.  ❜ ❛  cum for me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy for me?  ❜ ❛  take control of me, i trust you.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to be alone with you.  ❜

[nickygalitzine]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺. ( nsfw! some more random sexual scenarios. your muse = sender and my muse = receiver. add * to reverse the action. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )

[ mirror ] our muses have sex in front of a mirror [ candle ] your muse uses hot wax on my muse [ blindfold ] my muse blindfolds your muse to tease them [ massage ] your muse is giving my muse a sensual massage [ edging ] your muse edges my muse close to an orgasm [ bodypaint ] our muses use bodypaint on each other [ hot tub ] my muse makes out with your muse in a hot tub [ games ] our muses play strip poker / sexual games with each other [ car ] your muse has bent my muse over the hood of a car [ roleplay ] our muses decide to do some roleplay together ( e.g. boss/employee, doctor/patient, student/professor, criminal/officer, etc.) [ mile high ] our muses have some fun on a plane together [ vibrations ] our muses are out in public together while my muse has a vibrating toy inside them that is controlled by your muse [ tapes ] our muses make a sex tape together [ bondage ] your muse ties my muse up to restrain them [ chocolate ] my muse licks chocolate off of your muses' body [ voyeur ] my muse watches your muse have sex with someone else [ gloryhole ] my muse gives your muse a blowjob through a gloryhole [ cinema ] our muses go to an adult cinema to watch a porno movie [ asleep ] my muse teases your muse while they are sleeping [ whip ] your muse uses a whip on my muse [ medical ] my muse gives your muse a sexual medical exam [ cleaning ] your muse licks my muse after giving them a creampie [ ice ] my muse uses ice cubes on your muse [ pegging ] my muse pegs your muse [ watch ] my muse watches your muse masturbating [ restrain ] my muse uses handcuffs to restrain your muse [ breath play ] your muse consensually chokes my muse while they are having sex with them [ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together [ control ] my muse gives your muse full control over their body to do with them what they please [ public ] your muse secretly tries to get my muse off while they're out somewhere [ shower ] our muses have sex in a shower [ underwear ] my muse discreetly gives your muse their underwear while in public [ threesome ] our muses have a threesome with some other person [ stimulation ] your muse uses a sex toy on my muse while receiving oral sex [ ball gag ] my muse puts a ball gag on your muse to keep them from making sounds [ porn ] our muses watch porn together [ phone sex ] our muses are on the phone together while they try to get each other off just with words and noises [ machine ] my muse is getting fucked by a machine while your muse watches them [ spit roast ] my muse is spit roasted by your muse and another person / sex toy [ dinner ] your muse fingers my muse during dinner

[midnightfiireworks]

“already so close, little one?”

kronak’s chest rumbles with the sound of his laughter, and it emphasizes the point with a particularly hard thrust. the little hunter is practically gushing around him, between their combined fluids. every roll of his hips is desperate and needing. the fluid slicking her folds and thighs makes every movement easier, guides it so it can take her with everything he has. 

and if she believes he is nearly done, then she has another thing coming. hive mating rituals can last hours, and they do not end until all are filled and satisfied. kronak has every intention of continuing that here. of filling and breeding her until all she knows is him, his name, his cock buried deep inside her. there will be no mercy from this knight.

“cum for me, then, hunter. show me what prize i have won today.” his hand pulls from her mouth. both settle around her hips, lifting them, as he buries himself deep inside her. his fingers shift position, thumb dipping between them to find her clit. “scream my name for all the throne world to hear.”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

It was a very nice laugh. Deep, and rich. She might have appreciated his laughter if she hadn’t been so very lost in the moment.

Khalom yelped as Kronak’s thumb found her clit again and jolted within its grip. She gripped the tree tighter, to keep her hands still, to keep from clinging to it in case she angered him. She couldn’t help but locking a leg around him as he lifted her, however, to feel more balanced as it hammered its hips into hers.

She gasped, head tilting back. “Sh-shit, I...!” There’s that glorious moment, when the whole world seems to teeter on the edge, where the stimulation is almost too much to bear, and she tensed as it threatened to overwhelm--!

“Kronak!” Then she was crashing down the other side of it, his name yelled for all to hear, her cunt clenching around it as her orgasm washed over her. It made the already tight fit feel so much more, and she writhed as he thrust through it anyway.

[midnightthvnder]

oh, he feels that, khalom – he is the demon of dreams, after all, and this is your dream, even if you don’t realize it yet. khalom might try to hide behind a facade of anger, but nezarec sees that blush for what it really is.

and how enticing it would be, to play at something far deeper than just fear. he can feel one of his cocks stir at the thought, and when she snaps to bite his thumb, the moan he lets out is deeper, louder than the one that came before. a trickle of tar-black blood, as small as it is, trails its way down the digit from the bite wound, and a full body shudder overtakes nezarec.

“good girl,” he croons. the hand at her waist grips her tighter, and nezarec’s body begins to shift. his face elongates into a long, skull-like snout with sharp, canine teeth, the mask covering it dissolving into the bone like it was never there. “now, it’s my turn.”

just as fast as khalom, his teeth find where her shoulder meet her neck – but the pressure he puts on it is just enough to be a threat, not enough to rend. a muffled chuckle begins in his throat, carries to his chest, then turns into a laugh in his belly.

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

“Eugh!” Khalom had just enough time to spit out the tiny speck of black blood in her mouth before things got really weird.

First, there was the noise that came from Nezarec. Even if the first moan really wasn’t sexual, she had a hard time believing this one wasn’t. Held as she was, his voice shook her in turn, and she looked upward in a sharp movement. She didn’t have time to ask before he praised her of all things. Between the two her cheeks darkened to a deep, flushed purple. This had not been her intention upon seeing Nezarec. She... she had just wanted to bite him!

And so, it seemed, did he.

Khalom gasped as he suddenly morphed into a wolfish skull, as his hand gripped her more strongly. She struggled in vain, panic momentarily bubbling in her gut, sure that she was about to die and could only hope that her fireteam would be able to protect Lucid while he worked on reviving her.

Where... where was her fireteam?

She had no time to think before Nezarec struck. But though it hurt, though she felt the warmth of blood, it wasn’t a killing blown. What was to be a cry of pain and, yes, fear, devolved into a sharp moan. She slapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed, and scowled at him. “W-what the hell was that?!” She huffed from behind her hand, somehow flushed more deeply than before.

[midnightfiireworks]

oh, she knows what she is doing.

her lips are warm around his fingers, and her tongue quick to give into instinct. he cannot deny the warmth that puddles in his abdomen at the sensations. it cannot deny what khalom is doing to it, even as he wants nothing more than to take. to throw her to the ground and take what it wants. to bury itself inside of her and fill her to burst.

his instincts are going mad. her grip on him is vice-like, even with the preparations kronak so kindly gave. a groan escapes his lipless mouth as his hips begin to move. the rhythm, much like before, is jerky and uneven. desperate, claiming. this is not for love that it takes, but lust. desperate, violent lust.

and when she speaks, he snarls. kronak pushes his fingers back into her mouth, presses them into her tongue. a warning flashes across his eyes. but the hand around her throat does not tighten. instead, it moves down, to grip her hip. to hold her still as he claims, as he takes.

“you are so small, little hunter,“ snarls the hive knight. his fingers leave bruises upon her hip. “and so wanting. feel how easily you open for me. will your body take my eggs as easily, i wonder? will you moan when they fill you?”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

 Right, she got the message, loud and clear. No talking, unless it was his name.

Khalom whined as he gripped her hip. She wanted to move with it, to encourage it deeper inside herself, but its grip kept her still. Pinned so effectively between him and the tree, there was very little she could do as every thrust caused her to cry out. She was going to be bruised and sore for days, certainly.

His name, slurred by his fingers pressing down on her tongue, fell from her lips like a mantra as Khalom allowed herself to be claimed, head bobbing in a listless nod. She couldn’t ignore how easy it was for her to let Kronak have his way, couldn’t ignore the way the tension was coiling tighter and tighter in her gut, like a spring ready to release. Her hands sought purchase, something to ground her, and for a moment it seemed as if she was going to take hold of its shoulders, gripping at the chitin like a lifeline.

But she didn’t know if that would be good, and she so wanted to be good.

She reached back to grip at the decaying wood of the downed tree, moaning louder, all earlier concerns of being heard long forgotten. “Kronak,” she managed to gasp around his fingers, “p-please, I--!”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

Khalom continued to melt under his praise, almost purring herself. She couldn't, not really, but her tiny, fluttery moans made a good approximation.

For her, this was why she liked to be an utter brat with some of her partners. Sure, the frustration in their eyes and utter exasperation with her tomfoolery was fun, but this was her real prize. For after she was forcefully put in her place, she adored the praise, the acknowledgement that she was being a good girl for them. The soft words, the gentle touches, the petting of her hair, it all made her quiver with joy and pleasure in equal parts. She was surprised, even in her happy little sub-space, to be getting such treatment from a Hive Knight, but far be it from Khalom to look a gift horse in the mouth.

If she only knew what it was thinking about her; she might have come completely undone.

Khalom grunted as she was pinned, pushed further into the downed tree, and took a moment to be thankful that she wasn't entirely naked after all as her armour kept her from feeling the jagged wood from pressing uncomfortably into her back. She doubted that kindness had been the Knight's intention when he ripped her pants, though, and he certainly wasn't being gentle with her as he worked her open. Not that she minded. She nodded when it spoke of purpose, groaning loudly, her knees feeling weak. In this moment, in this space, she was completely his.

She could feel it pressing its cock against her thighs, seeking her cunt, but her moan was cut short as the Knight, as Kronak, tightened his hand around her neck. Her eyes went wide, and her throat bobbed beneath his palm. She hadn't been expecting a name, and it took her by surprise. "Kronak," she groaned immediately, begging, "p-please, I-I need this..." She can't move, not with it pinning her, but she still attempted to push her hips forward, towards Kronak.

[midnightfiireworks]

by his mother's light, she is such a perfect little mate.

not by hive standards, of course; by the sword, she would barely be considered above an acolyte. oh, she put up a pretty little fight, of course. got enough spitfire in to count as an attempt. but she bends far too easily. she writhes in his touch instead of fight. if the right hand could see it now, she would be displeased.

but the right hand is not around. by all accounts, she is gone. so is his mother. there is only immaru, and he is nowhere near. he is safe, guiding them from afar. so there is no one to stop him from taking everything he wants from this little hunter.

“good girl,” purrs the knight once more. its fingers crook inside her, searching for that bundle of nerves. “see how good it can be, when you behave? when you listen to your betters?”

it fingerfucks her for another few moments before its own need becomes too great. he pulls himself free with a soft groan. his cock is already slithering up, searching to fill what his fingers abandoned. and when it finds that warmth, that wet, that tightness, kronak moans.

she parts for him so easily, undoubtedly thanks to his administrations. and as much as he wants to just slam into her, by the mother she is small. it lifts its hand, slipping the fingers it just freed from her cunt into her mouth. easier to distract the both of them.

“i could spend a lifetime buried inside you, guardian.”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

Oh yes, she understood. She understood so well, and she would behave for Kronak. She'd hang on to his every word.

Her mouth parted easily to allow its fingers to enter, muffling her as she moaned his name. Khalom obediently began lapping over chitinous fingers, back arching as Kronak pushed his way inside her. Light, he was big. It didn't hurt, not really, thanks to his careful preparations, but that didn't mean there still wasn't a slight pleasurable sting as she was stretched open far more than any toy or partner she had had before. His cock was, well, completely alien to her, with the bulbous head pushing its way through her.

She briefly pulled off his fingers to take a deep breath in, her eyes half closed, and shuddered. "Khalom," she breathed heavily, "my name is Khalom..." She wasn't sure it would care, but it had given her its name. Seemed only right to return the favour.

She didn't keep her mouth empty for long, opening it again to take his fingers back. Tasting herself on someone's hand, that was nothing new, but the strange texture and shape of his fingers was something to be explored. Her tongue passed over plating and poked at gaps in the chitin, as if she were mapping him out via touch alone.

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

((this was a closed starter, adapted into an open one, cause this concept was just too good to leave unused XD)) After working to understand Strand better with Osiris back on Neptune, Khalom had a good grasp of it, perhaps even more than her Void Light. She flew through the air on plucked strings of connection with grace and ease, and was a terrifying blur motion when she released it in a great burst of Super energy. She had even found a way to leave behind a still copy image of herself, distracting enemies to allow her to escape in the shadows and harming them when the copy exploded into Threadlings.

That didn't mean she didn't sometimes have mishaps.

Khalom was trying to manipulate Strand further, to see if the copy could be made to move. That would make it even more disorientating. And if it could move, could it interact with things around it? What about fight? Could it--?

The weaves of Strand EXPLODED in a tornado of green strings, flying this way and that, entangling Khalom as she yelped. The threads stuck to her clothing and the trees and rocks around her, hoisting her into the air and holding her there. It was not unlike a Shackle Grenade, except these threads seemed to be even stronger, holding her in place far longer than she had been able to tie enemies up with. Khalom tugged at them, struggling in the green twine, but to no avail.

"Aw, fuckberries," she huffed.

[midnightfiireworks]

kronak cannot help himself.

it purrs as the little guardian finally submits. as she finally learns her place, and allows it to take what it wants. his fingers buried deep in her wet and warmth, working her open. how kind of it to do so. how tender. it is not obliged to do so, after all. it is but a lucent hive, a knight with cruelty and light interwoven in its soulfire.

but she is being such a good little hunter. she has played her games, and she stopped when he decided enough is enough. such a good girl. such a beautiful, well behaved girl.

“that’s it,” growls the knight. it presses its body against hers, using the weight to effectively pin her in place as its fingers begin to thrust up into her. its movements are jerky, uneven. there is no rhythm for her to find comfort in, no steady beat for her to grow used to. “that’s a good girl. you know where you belong, don’t you? you know this is your purpose.”

his cock slithers forward, the tip dragging its lewd fluids across her thigh, up towards her dripping hole. kronak snarls, and thrusts his hips blindly against hers. he wants her. it needs her. it needs to fill her, until there is nothing left.

“beg me to fill you, little hunter. and use my name.” his fingers tighten around her throat, just a little; a warning. “kronak.”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

Khalom continued to melt under his praise, almost purring herself. She couldn't, not really, but her tiny, fluttery moans made a good approximation.

For her, this was why she liked to be an utter brat with some of her partners. Sure, the frustration in their eyes and utter exasperation with her tomfoolery was fun, but this was her real prize. For after she was forcefully put in her place, she adored the praise, the acknowledgement that she was being a good girl for them. The soft words, the gentle touches, the petting of her hair, it all made her quiver with joy and pleasure in equal parts. She was surprised, even in her happy little sub-space, to be getting such treatment from a Hive Knight, but far be it from Khalom to look a gift horse in the mouth.

If she only knew what it was thinking about her; she might have come completely undone.

Khalom grunted as she was pinned, pushed further into the downed tree, and took a moment to be thankful that she wasn't entirely naked after all as her armour kept her from feeling the jagged wood from pressing uncomfortably into her back. She doubted that kindness had been the Knight's intention when he ripped her pants, though, and he certainly wasn't being gentle with her as he worked her open. Not that she minded. She nodded when it spoke of purpose, groaning loudly, her knees feeling weak. In this moment, in this space, she was completely his.

She could feel it pressing its cock against her thighs, seeking her cunt, but her moan was cut short as the Knight, as Kronak, tightened his hand around her neck. Her eyes went wide, and her throat bobbed beneath his palm. She hadn't been expecting a name, and it took her by surprise. "Kronak," she groaned immediately, begging, "p-please, I-I need this..." She can't move, not with it pinning her, but she still attempted to push her hips forward, towards Kronak.

[midnightfiireworks]

“good girl,” purrs the knight. its fingers lighten their touch just a hair against her clit, unseen circles gentler now than before. his chest vibrates with a gutteral sound. “good girl. see what happens when we behave?”

behind his makeshift mark, kronak begins to stir. the head of its cock peaks from between the vesica that sheaths it. already, lubricant has begun to shimmer in the dim light. already, kronak is hard. there is nothing he wants more than to bury himself inside this little awoken and fill her to the brim. alas, it knows it must wait.

she is pliable, between the light that heals and the paracausality in her veins, but she is no hive. she was not made to take him as a witch can.

and so it shifts its fingers back, splitting her with all the tenderness a knight can manage— which, to be entirely fair, is not much. the tips of his fingers brush over her entrance, prod. test. and then slowly push inward. a snarl escapes as the warmth and the wet encase his fingers. it takes all it has not to throw her down and ravage her as a proper hive should.

“moan for me, little hunter.”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

About half her brain had shut off when the Knight had grabbed her throat and taken control. With the praise, the other half fizzled out too, and Khalom very happily settled into sub-space.

She moaned before it even pushed its fingers inside her, nodding as the Knight purred his praise. Yes, yes, she saw, she knew, that this would be the outcome between them. It was very clearly in charge, and she was weaker the party. She could be good. She very much wanted to be good, now.

Her gaze dropped when she detected movement, catching sight of the head of his cock glistening in the shadowed light of the hallow of the tree, and she groaned softly in anticipation. It didn't look like anything she had seen, not even some of the stranger toys one could find for sale on the VanNet. She was impatient too, eager to see and feel how the Knight would fill her up with himself.

Then its fingers, already a generous size for someone like her, were pushing past her folds, and her eyes fluttered shut. It barely needed to tell her to moan, it already felt so good to have the ache in her cunt alleviated just by its fingers, but she listened, she obeyed. "K-Knight," she begged softly, bereft of a name to call him, moaning, "please..."

Some distant part of her that still had some wherewithal warned her against getting too loud, for the moment. This was the Throne World after all, filled with Lucent Hive, Scorn, and perhaps other Guardians. The latter two would certainly cause an interruption to this moment, and she didn't know what would happen to her if another Lucent Hive came across them.

[midnightfiireworks]

the little thing is playful. he doesn't much care for it.

he snarls in reaction to the finger upon its face, and feels something in him snap. if this forever youth wants to play games, then she should have sought out an acolyte. perhaps even a thrall, if she wanted to push her luck. but not him. not a knight of savathun's throne world.

quick as an asp, it releases her wrist. the hand falls with her, to find her throat. fingers squeeze; not hard enough to snap bone. not even hard enough to bruise the tender muscle beneath. but they squeeze, claws digging into that lavender skin as a warning. a promise.

“it is cute you think you have a choice.”

the claws between her thighs shift, to grab a fistful of fabric. the crotch of her trousers rip with an awful sound, and kronak tosses the now-scrap aside. its three blue eyes never leave her face. even as his fingers find her slit, even as they press and rub against her clit.

“you belong to me, little hunter. and i am going to fuck you until you realize that. i am going to breed you until you break. and i am going to fill with you my eggs and cum until there is nothing left of you but me. do you understand?”

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

Right, it stopped putting up with her bullshit faster than any other partner Khalom had had before.

She squeaked in startled surprise as the powerful hand squeezes ever so on her throat, the claws a reminder that, yes, she was the weaker party here. Even as her Void Light rose in response to the sudden adrenaline rush, her eyes were now dark with desire-- or as dark as an Awoken’s bright eyes could become. She was stock still as he ripped her pants to access her crotch, equal parts shocked and impressed that it tore through leather as easily as she tore through paper, and her throat bobbed beneath its hand as she swallowed.

Khalom found herself unable to look away from his eyes as he fingered her cunt and clit, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Bright blue Awoken eyes locked with bright blue Hive eyes as she began to shift her hips, not to get away, but to rub against its hand. With each promise it gave, fucking her, breeding her, filling her with eggs, she moved her head in tiny, rapid nods.

“U-understood,” she whimpered softly, breath fluttering.

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? // for khalom!

Well she doesn't remember her previous life, so she doesn't know if she was a virgin when Lucid first found her. But about six months after working with Artemis and Forget-Me-Not, the three of them were having a GnG night (Girls and Ghosts), things went from playful flirting to serious flirting to kisses and touching and. Well. It was a good night. And that was the first time she had sex in her Risen life. It was significant in that it was the first time the ladies realized they really were more than a Fireteam.

[fireteam-silent-after-dark]

🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] // artemis

Artemis has an average sex drive, but she's also a stalwart Titan. From the moment the Traveler left the Last City to protect the people, she went in Mission Mode. It took months for Notts and Khalom to convince her that letting loose once in a while would be good for her overall.