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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--!”

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.”

#fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #fireteamsilentafterdark #knight reborn ( kronak. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

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.

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?”

#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft #knight reborn ( kronak. )#fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #fireteamsilentafterdark

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.”

#fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #fireteamsilentafterdark #knight reborn ( kronak. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

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 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

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.”

#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#knight reborn ( kronak. )#fireteamsilentafterdark #fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #nsft

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.

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.”

#fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #fireteamsilentafterdark #knight reborn ( kronak. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

SEXUAL PREFERENCES | BRAN

bold — always applies. italic — sometimes applies / depends on the person or situation. strike — never applies / hard limit.

#the dove ( bran. )#everything i wanna do is unthinkable ( headcanons. )#( character info. )#nsft

explosivehead

Soft rumbles emanante in response to Kronak's own, but the tremors that arise from Scout's chest are far softer in comparison, a cat's purr to a tiger's chuff.

Lights further back in his mouth flash. "You f-- fucked Exos before? 'Cause y-- nnnh-- you're real quick t' find the sweet spots." Maybe his plating isn't too different from Hive chitin: obviously he can still feel touch on his plating, but there's some real sensitive spots hiding beneath and between. His optics glance over the Knight's own chitin armour.

Scout has doubts Kronak will give him any leeway to experiment with that thought.

Breathing sure doesn't matter to him, but with Kronak's hand around his neck, it can surely feel how he tenses when its cock drags against his cunt.

He looks down. Fuck, that's big-- did he just say that aloud? Doesn't matter, because it's true. But there's never been a challenge that Scout hasn't, at the very least, tried to rise up and meet; today sure as hell ain't gonna be the day he ends that streak. He's sure that a few of his Warlock friends would be more than interested in documentation of this encounter, Cyclone would probably leave him if he asked them to write this down or worse, record this.

"C'mon," Scout urges, as if he, legs spread wide and pinned in place, is in any place to be making demands, "you wanna break me? Then prove you can~"

The Hunter tries to thrust his hips upwards.

midnightfiireworks

once more, scout's own words earn a chuckle from the monstrous titan.

“you exos are not so dissimilar from my kind,” hisses the knight. its claw drags along a particularly thick wire, tracing the way it lays against a clump of tubing. a lipless smile stretches its face. “if anything, my countless mating cycles have prepared me for this.”

the head of his cock flicks across the exo's slit once more, trailing slick from hole to hole. but which to choose? which to play with? there are far too many good options here, and only a limited amount of time it has with its plaything. ah, well. he'll make it last.

“i have nothing to prove.”

scout tries to guide the cock into himself, but kronak is quicker. the head snaps away. it croons in response, lowering is head. sharpened teeth find the crook of his neck, nibbling at the cabling provided. nipping, when he moves a little too much.

“but you, it seems—” finally, the head of its cock presses against scout's slit. it seems as though he's found when he's looking for, as he begins to slowly push into the exo's cunt. “—are desperate to prove something. or me, or to yourself?”

#explosivehead ; scout #explosivehead #knight reborn ( kronak. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

explosivehead

Tricolour Light filters through the air around the four Hunters, a wide mix of Arc, Solar and Void that pulses a white hot excitement. Prose and Scout's Arc chain off of Bran's own, dancing across wherever their hands meet her skin, meanwhile Mint's Void grounds them, intentions mapped out with the way it weighs heavy upon them.

She reminds Mint of Tangle -- willing to do anything asked. It's a nice change to the dynamic, he's happy to handle Scout and Prose, but maybe having someone else to focus their attention on would be fun.

Mint could do anything to her. But to him, the fun in that is to earn his pleasure by watching her squirm in her own, rather than to take whatever he pleases.

Scout purrs up next to her ear, voice already buzzing with the Arc that conducts through him, "Maybe I could get your hand in my pants~?" There's a soft groan of annoyance on Bran's other side, and Prose comments, "There's gettin' to the point, then there's bein' completely unsexy about it--"

But before they can begin to bicker Mint reaches to unzip Scout's trousers, and the smaller Exo shuffles forward just a little to give Bran better access.

Prose moves forward too. He tugs lightly at her blouse. "Wanna get this outta here?" Mint's quick to follow the action by grinding upwards into her, watching Bran intently.

midnightfiireworks

the wild dance of arc would almost be too much for bran, if it weren’t for mint’s grounding void.

there is comfort there, amongst the pulsing excitement. beneath the buzzing in the back of her brain, a constant dull drumming. beneath the current dancing along her skin and jumping from arcstrider to arcstrider, a settling anchor. it is enough to keep her settled and safe. it is enough to remind her she is safe here.

scout’s voice pierces through the humming buzz, and bran turns those wide blue eyes to him. first to his face, and then lower, where mint paws at scout’s pants. before she can move to comply, another request; this time from her right. okay. okay, easy suggestions to start off with; she can do that.

the hunter reaches down to lift the hem of her blouse up above her breasts, her head, before tossing it aside. out of instinct, one hand lowers. the arm hasn’t even fully settled across her chest before she remembers where she is— and why she’s here. (mint’s grinding certainly helps with that, and earns a soft gasp from the hunter.) so instead of hiding away, bran instead reaches between her breasts and unclasps her bra.

those tossed away, she turns her attention to scout. her hand slips between them. like the rest of her, bran’s fingers are small, thin. they wrap so gently around scout’s cock, touch featherlight. unsure, even. but even if she is yet unconfident in what the exo might like, she knows the steps to this dance: slow, careful strokes; her thumb flicking over his head, gently tracing the slit; a light twist of the wrist as she descends. anything and everything to earn this pack’s favor.

#explosivehead #explosivehead ; scout #explosivehead ; prose #explosivehead ; mint #the dove ( bran. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

fireteam-silent-after-dark

For many, sex and violence were one in the same.

That wasn’t quite so for Khalom. For her, it was an extension of her playfulness. Another way for her to tease laughter out of people, which was something she felt was important in the increasingly dire times. If not that, then it was another way she could annoy people by not doing what they asked of her, until they decided to get violent with it, and she was put in her place.

Khalom had a feeling that it was going to be the latter with the Knight.

She hissed as it gripped her thighs and tore through the leather and cloth of her pants. In the back of her mind, she was aware that it called this place his “mother’s” throne world, and she filed that information away for later. Right now she had something more pressing, literally between her legs.

The hallow of the tree gave her some purchase, and Khalom dug her feet into the ground to lift her hips off its claws. “Mhmm, no,” she breathed, shaking her head. “I don’t wanna.” She fixed him with another smile and, with her free hand, reached out to boop its face. “But it’s cute you’d think I’d submit that easy.”

Oh yes, Khalom may not have been thrashing limbs and biting teeth, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own brand of violence.

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?”

#fireteamsilentafterdark ; khalom #fireteamsilentafterdark #knight reborn ( kronak. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#nsft

explosivehead

He's in the middle of formulating more protests when his vocaliser shuts off.

Surprise is the first thing that comes to mind as a thumb pushes past his lip plating. Many Risen have made their opinions on him quite clear verbally, berating him as if it will do a damn thing but further disturb his work, but none have gone so far as to physically restrain him. Never mind in such a crass manner.

He has half a mind to bite down on that thumb in defiance, even if that will surely gain nothing but this frame's swift execution, but it would give Clovis the burning satisfaction that no one should hold authority over his head to taunt him.

Yet he does not move.

A feeling ignites in his gut as that knee presses harder into his groin -- one he knows, but always ignores in favour of continuing his more important endeavours, because indulging in such frivilous activities is below Clovis Bray.

He narrows his optics upon hearing that last comment. "I am no 'boy," his vocal lights flicker, Clovis' voice comes out relatively clear despite the obtrusion pressed against his tongue and the lack of ability to move his jaw comfortably, "and I fail to understand exactly why you are choosing this course of action."

midnightfiireworks

"i told you not to speak, clovis."

despite their stone face, the words are cooed. its face almost softens, nose crinkling just-so. the lightning blue of its eyes flash. that is the only warning he gets as the thumb slides deeper into his mouth. if he was of flesh and bone, surely it would choke. perhaps even gag. as it is, there is little she can do to hurt him this way.

except, perhaps, that she does not stop there. its thumb presses against the back of the throat, fingers curling around his neck. they are not digging, though; they offer forth no pain. they are searching. and when they find what they are looking for, his vocal lights dim with a satisfying click.

“there we are,” purrs the titan. its voice is honeyed and sweet, and adhira removes their finger from his mouth. they wipe any gathered liquid over his cheek. “i gave you a chance, mr. bray. this will teach you to spit in the face of my good will.”

with a smirk, their hand lowers, to tug at the clasp of his pants. they go not for what's hidden beneath— let him suffer with that ignored for a minute— and instead its fingers dip the gap between his hip and abdomen plating. calloused fingertips play with the wires hidden beneath.

“it is disappointing, though. i would have loved to hear you moan.”

#explosivehead ; clovis #explosivehead #thunderous retort ( adhira. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#suggestive

all right, he'll say it.

"osiris deserves a night shared between us."

#an ideal ( rohan. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )

midnightthvnder

❛ make me forget everything except your name. ❜ // venus for miilak <3 @midnightfiireworks

a purr rumbles through the kell as he cups her chin in his large fingers, tipping it upwards so his mandibles can reach her neck. the love bites he leaves her are soft, reverent. he holds a goddess in his hands, after all -- she is owed his devotion.

"oh, my dear, i live to please."

midnightfiireworks

the cry that escapes her lips is half pain, half pleasure.

never let the love venus has for her mate be in doubt. never let anyone deny the reverence she has for her kell. there is no other in the universe she would let handle her as he does. no one would dare. not with her claws and teeth and venom.

so when miilak pulls her down, when he nearly splits her in two, she cries in response. he fills her so completely it leaves her almost bursting. manicured nails dig into his shoulders.

"you brute!" squeals the awoken. she slaps the flat of her palm against the front of his shoulder. her cunt squeezes around him. "do you know how much people would pay for a taste of what you're trying to ruin?"

#midnightthvnder #midnightthvnder ; miilak #goddess of beauty ( venus. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#ooh venus loves her mate #she will also beat the shit out of him

cough.

"so, uh, come here often?"

a pause.

"would you like to?"

#an ideal ( rohan. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#I'M NOT FUNNY AND I AM NOT SORRY #rohan work on your pickup lines buddy. find you some men who will appreciate your stupid jokes.

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? // for kronak! aka ur chance to tell us more abt hive anatomy if u want to DSFGSDF

SO FOR HIVE IT'S LIKE,

anywhere their chitin covers is extremely sensitive. obviously the chitin is part of their skin, but you can see gaps in it. otherwise they wouldn't be able to move their joints and stuff. so tender flesh, like the throat, wrists, elbows, etc., are extremely sensitive.

kronak never takes his helmet off, but its throat is a surefire way to get it worked up. (also, if you're able to get your nails under the plating on his back; that would work well too!)

#everything i wanna do is unthinkable ( headcanons. )#knight reborn ( kronak. )#lights off ( ooc. )

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? // andal :intjwait:

andal is absolutely up for multiple partners at once!

i think he did it a couple times before the whole Taniks Event, mostly in the heat of the moment or when he needed to let himself loose. after becoming vanguard, that all but ground to a halt, though he was known to allow himself a few moments of polyguard action (vanguard dependent obviously).

i think post-taniks, it would take a little bit for him to build up to that. he gets overwhelmed easily, and multiple hands grabbing him can cause him to freak out. however, he's definitely up for some polypack activities!

#lights off ( ooc. )#the lost ( andal. )#everything i wanna do is unthinkable ( headcanons. )

don't mind him. he's just looking between one very attractive man to the next. simply observing. his mind definitely isn't going anywhere beyond what is in front of him.

#an ideal ( rohan. )#rip off my compassion with your teeth ( ic. )#rohan/osiris/saint that's the long and short of it #it was mentioned and now im considering it

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?

#what's the safe word? ( ask memes. )#while I run to da store

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