do you have more bottom will headcanons? these are feeding my soul 🙏🏽
Thank you so much for your ask!!! I can definitely provide a few <3 if you want more specific, please lemme know, I find it a lot easier to write these if more specific questions/headcanons are included, BUT I am happy to yap about bottom Will Solace because he truly is UNDERRATED AS FUCK and I will be posting more content of it in March lmao
If things are getting really rough, Will likes getting railed from behind because it provides Nico with a lot more leverage to move him around. It's probably Will's favorite position, but Nico really likes to be able to kiss Will while they're fucking, so it's pretty common for the first part of sex to be with Will facing Nico, and the final stretch for them to switch to the other position.
Will has a lot of fantasies about shower sex, and there's a lot that they can do in the shower, but because of their height difference, penetration is a lot harder to make work. Also, Nico doesn't like the water to be as hot as Will does (Will really likes to take SCORCHING showers) so in general, Nico can be hard to take showers with. That does NOT stop Will from trying though.
On a related note, Will has to buy a neck massager because after missionary sex, his neck hurts from having to strain to kiss Nico. It's 100% worth it though, at least, in Will's opinion.
I believe this is incorperated in my Solangelo smut fic already, but Will's freckles will sometimes light up during sex. Rose-gold is usually when he's flustered or getting really close.
I think that if enough time is spent, Will can come untouched. But it takes a LOT of effort and patience, something which Will and Nico don't always have.
The Male Gaze, Women's Self-Objectification, and the idea of "Women as their own Voyeur" in Blazing Desire (Long Post)
(A disclaimer that I'll be using examples from my fic, but I will surely miss examples. That's fine! Also, this is a bit of a disorganized ramble so be ready 😂)
Is Blazing Desire a shameless Haydove smutfic? Yes, it is. But a major part of this fic was me attempting to explore the world of female attraction and sexuality under a patriarchal society, and parts of it were me actively attempting to fight back against a lot of popular views and story dynamics regarding female pleasure and attraction, the infantilization of autistic characters, and the idea of women as their own voyeur in sex.
To start, I have my issues with Margaret Atwood, but this quote is one that I think sums up my exploration of female sexuality through Lenore Dove in Blazing Desire perfectly.
“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
Keep this in mind. We'll be coming back to it.
The initial inspiration behind Blazing Desire was the musical "Spring Awakening," which follows the sexual awakening of a group of German teenagers, unflinchingly exploring the beautiful and uglier aspects of what that aspect of life entails. A lot of inspiration for the main themes of the fic regarding sex as a site of love and mutual exploration of each other comes from the musical number "Touch Me."
Otto:
Where I go when I go there,
No more shadows anymore-
Only you there in the kiss;
And nothing missing as you're drifting to shore.
Georg:
Where I go when I go there,
No more weeping anymore
Only in and out your lips
The broken wishes washing with them to shore.
Sex in "Touch Me" is viewed as a sort of liberation; it's an exposure of the full self, and with this exposure, sex acts as a way for the lovers in question to express unflinching acceptance of every part of each other. That inspiration can be seen best in the fic in Lenore Dove's narration in Chapter 2.
All this time, Lenore Dove had been so focused on her own nerves, and she hadn’t even noticed that Haymitch was nervous as well. Slightly terrified, just like her.
Not because they don’t want this, but because it’s new. It asks for vulnerability, to show both the parts of themselves that they treasure and those that they hate, and it’s asking to be loved for every part, good or bad. It’s revealing themselves fully and risking that it won’t go well, that it will hurt, because people are messy and imperfect, and vulnerability always comes with the awareness of your own imperfections and mistakes. It’s the act of love brought into a physical form.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
But the main manifestation of this inspiration can be found in the sex itself in Chapter 2. I was inspired by Spring Awakening, and in particular, I saw a lot of the character of Lenore Dove in Wendla, the female lead of the musical. Both are shy, but incredibly kind and empathetic. Both are unafraid to ask questions about the world around them, and both refuse to accept the rules that their society have deemed as a "given," choosing instead to follow their own hearts and minds over what they've been told is "right" or "wrong," even when it terrifies them. In fact, Lenore Dove's first time with Haymitch in Chapter 2 is almost a beat-by-beat recreation of Wendla's first time with the male lead, Melchior, in the song "I Believe."
ALMOST.
Spring Awakening, while very good, struggles not to fall into problematic cliche with Wendla's story. See, the problem with the sex scene between Melchior and Wendla in Spring Awakening is that Wendla has no idea what sex is. Melchior doesn't ever explain what he's doing with Wendla; he just asks her if she wants him to stop. The writers of the musical frame Melchior as the sort of "white knight" to Wendla. He "gives" her the gift of sexual pleasure, and because of him, Wendla is able to finally experience sexuality to its fullest. Her sexual journey is impossible without an all-knowing "man."
Furthermore, though we've gotten better about this as a society, I still feel like a lot of female characters end up falling into the "Madonna-Whore complex." Shy, kind female characters are always sexually inexperienced, almost frightened of their own desire. Shyness is portrayed as a temporary character trait, one that needs to be grown out of in order to be a more "sexually mature" person. An offshoot of this is the portrayal of autistic or autistic-coded characters as "pure," as people who never desired sex or were even interested in it.
This was a pattern that bothered me, especially in a lot of modern media surrounding female pleasure and sexuality. In Bridgerton, we see female characters who have no idea what sex is be "awakened" by their male love interests. Their lovers are always far more experienced in the world of sex and sexuality, and during sex, they never explain what they're doing. I like Bridgerton, and I like how it's created a mainstream appeal for female sexuality and attraction, but again, I couldn't help but notice a pattern emerging. The shy, inexperienced girl who has no idea what sex is, and the experienced, all-knowing male who bestows the gift of her sexuality on her, thus allowing her to finally come into her full self.
I already headcanoned Lenore Dove as autistic, and one of my favorite things about her character was her explicit shyness. I wanted to explore that aspect of her character a lot more, and with the lack of Haydove smut fics, I figured hey. Why not?
So a lot of thought went into the fic and how it was written.
Let's break it down!
To start, Lenore Dove knows what sex is, and actually has a minor bit of experience in that field. That was the first priority for me; just because she's shy doesn't mean she's naive! I wanted her to be familiar with the world of sex, so that Haymitch wasn't her first introduction to the idea.
She wasn’t ashamed or scared of sex; at least, she didn’t think she was. She thought about it sometimes, but mostly, she wondered if it would hurt. It sure seemed like it.
...
Of course, she thought about sex with Haymitch specifically, but more from that same clinical perspective that the book had used. She wanted to marry Haymitch, maybe even have kids with him, and so sex would likely happen at some point in the distant future. She still wondered, again, if it would hurt, and figured it would, but Haymitch would probably understand. By that point, she’d feel awkward thinking about it for so long, and so she’d stop. She’d touched herself a little too as she got older, but it was more of a curiosity than a need for release. Lenore Dove had never been ashamed of her body, never been ashamed of the desires and complications that could come with it.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 1
It's also worth noting that in this fic, Lenore Dove is demisexual. Her narration very much reflects that here, with her initial relationship to sex being a fairly detached one. It's something in her future, but not something that she feels the need to deal with now.
Her and Haymitch both have equal experience in the field of sex. On top of this just being a given, as they're both each other's first relationship, I wanted Blazing Desire to be a story of mutual exploration, not of one character's own sexual awakening. I thought that made it a more interesting story than having Haymitch be the one to "teach" Lenore Dove everything she knows.
A major aspect that's present and explored in this fic is the idea of the woman as her own voyeur. In heterosexual patriarchy, men desire women, but women very rarely desire men. Instead, women tend to experience pleasure vicariously by imagining themselves through the lens of men. Men desire women, and women are taught to experience pleasure through the feeling of being desired. This is an idea explored in the very-complex-and-controversial short story "Cat Person," which explores the problematic social dynamics of heterosexuality and "gray sex" through the lens of a sexual encounter between a woman and a much older man.
As they kissed, she found herself carried away by a fantasy of such pure ego that she could hardly admit even to herself that she was having it. Look at this beautiful girl, she imagined him thinking. She’s so perfect, her body is perfect, everything about her is perfect, she’s only twenty years old, her skin is flawless, I want her so badly, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else, I want her so bad I might die.
The woman is explicitly stated to not be sexually attracted to the man, but by imagining herself through his eyes, she's able to finally find some pleasure in the encounter. Sex, for her, becomes a performance, in which she's trying to play the part of the "beautiful, innocent girl" so that the man can get pleasure from the encounter, thus (hypothetically) increasing her own enjoyment of it. The story reveals the faults in this logic, with both parties ending the encounter unhappy and unfulfilled.
We can also see this idea reflected in the world of pop music; Sabrina Carpenter is known as an incredibly sex positive singer, and while she does express attraction to men in her songs, a majority of her performances take pleasure in how people perceive her rather than in her attraction to men. In her performance of "Bed Chem" at the Brit Awards in 2025, she frames herself and her female dancers as the object of desire, rather than the male dancers. A lot of her sexier songs also detail how desirable she is, and how she finds pleasure in men pursuing her. (Note: I love Sabrina Carpenter! She's one of my favorite singers. This isn't me claiming she "isn't feminist," moreso me studying what her exaggerated performance of sexuality shows us about the wider world of female sexuality at large!)
This idea is explored a LOT in Blazing Desire, very intentionally so. To start, Lenore Dove expresses this concept explicitly a few times in the fic; she clearly gets a vicarious pleasure out of knowing people are attracted to her, specifically that Haymitch is attracted to her.
She wondered if Haymitch had ever touched himself to the thought of her. The idea was strangely thrilling; that he was so attracted to her, loved her so much that he would fantasize about her as he stroked himself, would moan out her name as he came. She remembered how she had clutched the pillow the night before, and her mind conjured the image of Haymitch doing the same, one hand shoved down the front of his sleepwear, the other twisting in the sheets, his lower lip caught between his teeth to muffle himself.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 1
She performs with the Covey in the bootlegging bar by the Hob. It’s wonderful, Lenore Dove must admit. Though performing always makes her nervous, people are too drunk for the most part to make note of any mistakes that she could make on her tune box. Besides, this dress gives her a new kind of confidence. It makes her feel pretty, and she likes showing it off to the crowd, spinning as she plays and laughing when she sees a group of men playfully fanning themselves, pretending to faint at how good she looks.
But then her eyes fall to the only person that she really wants to be noticed by.
Haymitch is stunned. He’s by the back of the bar, near the exit. He had clearly snuck in to watch her perform. But he’s staring at her, eyes wide, completely in awe. It sets her heart pounding in her chest, because looking at him now, there’s no denying it; he does want her. In the same way she wants him.
She likes his eyes on her as she performs. Likes the way that she’s so thoroughly captured his attention. Likes the way he seems to be held hostage by her very appearance.
She likes this, she realizes; she likes the feeling of being desired.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 1
And then he’s kissing her, his hand cupping the back of her neck as he gently lowers her to the ground and crawls over her, his lips claiming hers once more in a hungry kiss. He’s hungry for her; the thought makes her lightheaded
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
“I’m sorry for stopping,” Haymitch mumbles, his face going hot against her neck. “I just didn’t want to… um… finish like that.”
Oh.
Had he gotten close? The idea makes her stomach go fluttery; that he wanted her so badly that he had to restrain himself so that he didn’t end things too soon. She was desirable. She was attractive to him, just as he was to her.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
It’s a strange thought to cross her mind, but she realizes then just how… well, indecent she looks right now. Hair wild and lips swollen, the top of her dress opened, breasts exposed, skirt bunched up around her hips and core practically dripping with need, knees up and thighs spread, the only thing covering her legs being the white knee-high stockings and boots.
Maybe she should feel more vulnerable. A part of her still does.
But most of all, looking at Haymitch, whose eyes appear black in the firelight and whose touch is reverent, who’s waiting for her command and guidance to pleasure her…
It makes her feel powerful.
She likes feeling powerful. Likes having him at her beck and call like this. She craves more of it, wonders with a dizzy mind how this may come into later encounters of this nature.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
It takes her a moment to realize that Haymitch is making noises of his own, and the realization that he’s getting some kind of pleasure out of this too makes her feel only all the more frantic for him.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
"Where did you learn that?!" she demands in breathless disbelief. He just grins at her, his cheeks darkening, the fabric still clenched firmly between his teeth. After a moment, he releases it so that it bunches up stiffly above her chest.
"I think about this a lot," he admits.
Her breath catches in her throat, nearly choking her.
He fantasizes about me.
Maybe it should have been obvious that he did. But the verbal confirmation makes her whole world shift, makes her vision blur with need, sends her mind reeling with images of Haymitch; in bed, at work, at one of her concerts, his whole face darkening as he imagines the things he wants to do to her.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 5
It's also shown through a lot of her actions throughout the fic. Lenore Dove enjoys dressing up for Haymitch in ways that she knows will excite him. She gets turned on whenever Haymitch expresses his attraction for her, whether he does so in a conscious or subconscious manner. A lot of her fantasies involve imagining herself through Haymitch's eyes. It's not necessarily a bad thing that Lenore Dove feels this way; it's neutral. It's the inevitable result of Lenore Dove growing up in a patriarchal society. I didn't want to villainize her for that.
But while exploring this idea, I also wanted to combat it. Lenore Dove's pleasure shouldn't only be possible through the lens of Haymitch's desire for her. It was VERY important to me that throughout the fic, Lenore Dove expresses physical attraction to Haymitch. This allows her to step away from her sexuality being portrayed solely through Haymitch's perspective, and allows for a lot more nuanced portrayal of her sexuality instead, one that is fueled just as much through her own perspective on Haymitch as it is by Haymitch's perspective of her. The main place we see this is in Chapter 6, where Lenore Dove is fully indulging in her sexual attraction to Haymitch, but we see it throughout the fic as well.
In his front yard, Lenore Dove could see that Haymitch was refilling the cistern on the side of the house. This was a task that involved lugging buckets of water to it with those muscular arms, the ones that had resulted from years of being Hattie’s mule in her liquor business. Then the pumping; the gritting of his teeth as he pulled the lever of the pump up and down, the way the tip of his tongue came out to wet his lips as he panted with the effort.
And he was wearing a tank top. Muscular arms and shoulders on full display for anyone on the street to see. He was glistening a little too, not overly sweaty, but the strain of this chore had dampened his skin.
He was pretty still, yes.
But something else too.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 1
It doesn’t help her rationality that he looks extra good today. He’d clearly bathed the night before, and he smells like lavender soap and moonshine, his hair soft and face clean. That conjures up an image of him in the tub, head leaned back, muscular arms resting on the sides, hair wet and water droplets sliding down his neck, which did not help in her mission to control her wandering thoughts. Her only saving grace seems to be looking down at his pants. It’s hard to be turned on by someone who wears Capitol flour shorts.
Though, he does manage to make those look good too…
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 1
She had seen him shirtless before, of course. Swimming in the lake was a constant activity for her, Burdock, and Haymitch in the summer, so she was no stranger to Haymitch bare from the waist up.
But she’s never seen him shirtless in the light of a flickering flame, never beneath him while he stares down at her like she’s a meal, like she’s his whole world. Her eyes take in the muscles beneath his skin, the small scars and markings that dot across his body, as if painted on by a delicate paintbrush, as if designed by the most talented artist; and there is no denying that Haymitch is a work of art. Beautiful and powerful above her like this.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
She kisses him again. And again. Soon, the kisses turn hungry, slightly biting as her leg swings over his hips. Somehow, she’s already aching for him again as she straddles him, her hands gripping his face as she teases the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips. He melts into it at first, but then makes a noise of reluctant protest, tilting his head to break the kiss.
“We- oh, god…” His eyes flutter shut as her lips move to his neck, mouthing at the soft skin there while her hands tangle in his hair. That desire is back, the one that demands that she runs her teeth and tongue over every inch of him, and Haymitch is moaning so sweetly beneath her that it makes her dizzy all over again. She nips at his pulse point, her hips unconsciously beginning to grind down against his thigh, slow and deliberate.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
She pulls back on her underwear while he pulls on his shirt, and she has to bite back a whine when the skin of his chest is no longer visible to her.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 2
He's so cute when he's worried like this. He gets a crease between his eyebrows, and she's always overcome with the urge to press her lips against it until it smooths. Truthfully, he's cute all the time; Lenore Dove didn't think that a person could be so… well, endearing. So wonderfully dorky and ridiculously attractive. Really, it's almost a problem, but it's one that she's sure doesn't have a solution, and if it does, she has no interest in finding it.
He's still rambling, waving his hand through the air as he talks, but truthfully, it's incredibly hard to listen right now. Her eyes are following his fingers, traveling down his exposed forearms and pushed-up sleeves, tracing down the curve of his neck to where the first two buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a tantalizing and teasing view of his chest, his collarbones.
God, she wants to press her mouth there. She wants his calloused hands on her. She really, really wants his fingers in her again. There are so many things she wants to do with him right now, all of them appealing.
"-and you know he already hates me, I don't want him to have any more reason to-" He pauses suddenly, his hand frozen in midair, staring at her quizzically. With a start, she realizes that she's been staring shamelessly at the open buttons on his chest, arms crossed, her teeth working her lower lip.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 3
"I can't make any promises," Haymitch says, his voice strained, his mouth dropping open with a choked moan as she starts to stroke him slowly, her eyes taking every part of him in that she can, from the heaving of his stomach to the way his eyes darken, the way his lashes flutter as her hand works him, his head falling back to expose his throat. Her mouth waters at the sight.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 4
She moves closer, her eyes trailing appreciatively down his open shirt, her cheeks going hot as she mumbles, "I liked it. A lot."
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 4
She spends some time just touching him, gentle and soothing, her mouth moving softly down his neck and jaw as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. She could do this for hours if he let her, just feeling him with her hands and tasting the salt of his skin with her lips, but he moves after a few minutes, his hands capturing her face and pulling her up to kiss her.
-Blazing Desire, Chapter 4
It also allows for Haymitch to enjoy the feeling of being desired; obviously, this shouldn't be the main focus of feminism or whatever, but the current system in place regulates men to only being allowed to desire, never being desired themselves. And that feels lonely! By having Lenore Dove desire Haymitch in return, he gets to feel the pleasure of being desired just as much as the pleasure of desiring Lenore Dove.
All of this allows Lenore Dove and Haymitch a lot more sexual agency. In particular, it allows Lenore Dove to explore her own sexuality while staying true to her character and not infantilizing her.
Wow okay, wild question (since I saw your posts haha)—
So we both know Haymitch loves subbing and Lenore Dove loves dominating (although they switch a lot haha). We have yet to ask the real question—
Would Haymitch let Lenore Dove use something like a strap on him?
(This is purely for scientific purposes ofc.)
...who am I kidding I wanna know your thoughts on this.
*Long drag from cigarette* I’ve been waiting many moons for this one…
Guys this is just for SCIENCE okay, no one be freaks about this 🙄 (/j of course 💕)
Short answer: Yes. Absolutely.
Okay. Long answer now!!!
I actually have a smutshot in my WIP ideas folder where Lenore Dove fucks Haymitch stupid with a strap-on. So I have MANY thoughts on this 😂
Would Haymitch LET HER use a strap on him?! He has to restrain himself from BEGGING her to use one on him. It’s a bit complicated because does District 12 have access to strap-ons anywhere? I would need to either figure out more thoroughly what Twelve’s sex shop options look like, or I would need to set it in an AU (likely a university one that I’ve had in the works in the way backlogs for a bit, but any modern one would probably work)
But that’s getting ahead of myself. Here’s a very rough idea as to how I think it would go down, could be subject to change! (And warning for explicit sexual material. Sorry, but also, what did you expect when you followed this blog?) If I wrote this, it would have to be another multi-chapter Haydove smut fic, so yeah! Lemme know about interest, and feel free to steal from this and write something of your own if ya want <3 I share these ideas freely with the public!
So, by this point, Haymitch and Lenore Dove are YEARS into their sexual relationship. And they’ve finally got the space they need to REALLY start going at it
Recently, they’ve been experimenting a lot more! Lenore Dove and Haymitch have worked out a bit of a system where they trade off proposing stuff to try with each other in the bedroom. (Lenore Dove gets most of her ideas through books of course 💕)
They’ve been slowly making their way through various fun sex stuff; both of them have been tied in various ways, both have been blindfolded, both have even tried gags, all of which they LOVED.
They’ve started broaching the world of sex toys, and well, that’s when they first get the idea
Both of them are thinking it, but neither one is proposing it. Lenore Dove becaue she doesn't want to pressure him, and funnily enough, Haymitch because he doesn't want to pressure HER.
Haymitch thinks really long about it. And he has no idea what it must feel like, but he likes the idea; it's well established by this point that he loves the freedom and safety that comes with submitting himself to Lenore Dove. He loves knowing that he can finally let go of all that responsibility he carries on his shoulders, and that Lenore Dove will take care of him.
And oh, god it sounds nice to just fully submit, to lay down or bend over and let her rail him into the mattress.
But again, he hasn't done any anal stuff before this. And he's not even sure if Lenore Dove would WANT to (she does)
The first time he experiments with it, he just tries fingering himself in the shower. It mostly feels kinda weird, and he can't seem to find the right angle, so he gives up after a little bit. Truth be told, he's a little intimidated by the whole thing.
But a few more nights pass, and he tries again. This time, he tries not to overthink it, just tries to copy some of the fingering techniques he uses on Lenore Dove.
And oh, boy, he finds the prostate this time.
His knees buckle, and he shoots out a hand to steady himself, loudly banging it on the shower wall as he lets out a loud and really surprised moan. He immediately goes bright red and has to take a second to recover.
But pretty soon he's leaning back against the tile shower wall, one hand braced on the glass as he shakily fingers himself
That's right around when Lenore Dove knocks on the bathroom door and asks if he's okay.
He quickly extracts his fingers from himself and squawks something about yes, he's fine! Sorry to bother you!
But of course, Lenore Dove very much knows what Haymitch sounds like when he masterbates, so yeah. She figures something is up.
Especially when he comes out of the shower, horny as hell, and procedes to eat her out on the kitchen table before letting her tie him up and ride him for hours.
So the next morning, after Lenore Dove wakes up to Haymitch snuggled up against her and she helps him to the shower, she asks him about what exactly he was doing here the day before.
After some hesitance on his part and some prodding on hers, he admits to everything.
He rushes to reassure her that she doesn't have to do anything about it, and really, he's not even sure if he would like a full strap-on, so there's no need to go all in-
And there Lenore Dove is, staring at him, already imagining all the strap-ons she could buy, all the ways that she could fuck him senseless if he let her.
But she tries really hard to play it cool. Tells him that actually, she's be really down to try some stuff, and of course, they don't have to do the strap-on right out of the gate. They can work up to it, and just like with everything, they can stop at any point on the journey, and she'd be more than happy with that.
But YES she would really like to give this a shot
But only if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to-
He cuts her off with a really heated kiss.
They've both gotten so worked up at the thought of it that Haymitch presses her back against the shower wall and fingers her before she gets down on her knees and blows him.
And just like that, they've decided that yes, they can give this a shot.
Of course, Lenore Dove being Lenore Dove does a whole bunch of research. Like, an EXTENSIVE amount of research. So much reading and planning ahead of time.
She restrains herself from buying the strap and dildo right away, focuses instead on finding the right lube and planning out the line of "experiments" she wants to do with him.
It starts fairly simple. He comes home from a long day of work/classes/whatever, all worked up and tense. And he's absolutely DOWN to do some submission right about now.
So he goes and showers, comes out with a towel around his waist. She gets him naked on the bed, laying on his stomach. And (very similar to Ch 6 of Blazing Desire lmao) she gives him a really thorough massage all over his body, taking her time and murmuring praises in his ear.
She lubes up her fingers and after triple-checking with him (because we all know, she's been checking in like crazy this whole time lmao) she finally starts to very slowly finger him, taking her time and trying to remember everything she's learned.
And Haymitch just. Absolutely LOSES HIS MIND
By the time she's two fingers deep and she's really figured it out, he's clutching the pillow for dear life, mouth open and face slack as she finger-fucks him.
She finally rolls him over and seals her mouth over his cock, fingering him and blowing him until he comes so hard she almost chokes on it.
So in other words, it's a massive success.
But it was really intense, and he struggled to walk a bit the day after, so they agree that they can't do it every time.
(Still both of them aren't able to think about anything else for a VERY long time lmao.)
The next time, they try it with a vibrator pressed up against his prostate.
She controls it with a remote while he goes down on her, and normally he's able to make her come pretty fast with his mouth,
But he keeps getting distracted because he's in fucking HEAVEN right now; vibrator against his prostate, Lenore Dove's taste on his tongue, her thighs around his ears and hand in his hair, and he. Cannot. Focus.
He ends up just pressing his whole mouth against her and moaning loudly, tongue clumsy and sloppy while his glazed-over eyes stare up at her adoringly, his hips rutting helplessly.
It's the hottest fucking thing Lenore Dove's ever seen.
She ends up ending the cunnilingus session early and just gets him to fuck her while she controls the vibrator, and he's so worked up that he comes really early, his face buried in her breasts and his grip so hard that it bruises (just how she likes it)
He feels really bad about not making her come first, but Lenore Dove is actually kind of thrilled because it's the first time she's really seen him be so caught up in his own pleasure that he forgets about everything else for a while.
She has to finish herself off, but it's so hard to care about that, especially when he lays next to her and murmurs sleepy praises in her ear until she comes. He then brings her fingers up to his lips and sucks them into his mouth with a loud moan.
(And that's when Lenore Dove learns that she likes having him gag a bit on her fingers lmao)
So it's another long while of them experimenting with the vibrator. Haymitch is obsessed with it, of course.
But finally, she's like, "...well, are you interested in a strap-on?"
And he's like, "...yes."
And there goes another long round of research by Lenore Dove. And another long round of VERY thorough preparations because goddammit, she takes the pleasure of her Haymitch VERY seriously, and she wants to make this good for him.
(Haymitch also thinks it’s so nerdy and so RIDICULOUSLY hot when she gets like this)
She buys a fairly beginner-friendly dildo to start, and an adjustable jockstrap harness
When it first comes, she spends a fair amount of time trying it on in front of a mirror, trying to figure out the best adjustments and what/if she should wear something underneath to make it not chafe.
(Haymitch walks in on her trying it on and gets really excited. They have a romp in the sheets about it, of course, because neither one of them have ANY chill about this whole thing)
But finally, the night comes.
They start in the shower. Haymitch is really stressed out about Lenore Dove not getting her fill once the night begins, so he kneels in front of her, lifts her up until she’s gripping the support bar in the shower and her legs are over his shoulders, which are now fully supporting her weight, and he tongue-fucks her into oblivion
They fall into bed afterwards, and Lenore Dove tells him that from now on, she wants him to tell her exactly want he wants, and to not worry about whether or not it benefits her in any way (because it does. For the millionth time, Haymitch, Lenore Dove gets JUST AS MUCH pleasure out of pleasuring you than she does when you pleasure her).
But she tells him all this while she’s pulling on the harness and dildo, so Haymitch is a little distracted
He still seems hesitant, so she affectionately rolls her eyes and gets right to work.
She makes him lie on the bed and just be still while she sucks marks into his skin, while she gropes and feels him up. She straddles him and grinds against him, leaning forward to tangle her hands in his hair while she humps his cock and murmurs affectionate/filthy things in his ear.
Once he’s nice and worked up, she slicks up her fingers and takes her time stretching him out. And you know Lenore Dove, she’s very sweet and tender about the whole thing and Haymitch is just. Stupid with love for his girl.
Finally, he deems himself ready. Lenore Dove checks her harness one final time before asking how he wants it. He tells her he wants it on his back so that he can see her
She’s generous with the lube, then lines herself up and pushes in.
And, needless to say, the whole experience is absolutely mind-blowing for Haymitch.
By the time he comes, he’s practically drooling and completely incoherent
Lenore Dove is absolutely THRILLED by the whole thing.
She cleans up the mess in the bed as best she can, and leaves the dildo and harness in the bathroom sink before climbing into bed and loving on him in all the ways he needs to be (lots of kisses, whispered praises, playing with his hair and letting him throw himself all over her in a cuddle puddle, etc.)
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Hm... I would say yes! Truth be told, I tend to avoid making characters into dirty talk SOLELY because I feel like I struggle with writing good dirty talk. Like, I feel like the dirty talk in any of my fics is garbage.
But I truly do think that Maydove would be into dirty talk! To add on to this, I think that Maysilee gets REALLY good at dirty talk. When it comes to sex, I tend to write all my characters as equally horny, but expressing it differently, with Lenore Dove being a woman of action (climbing her partner like a tree, grabbing at them during sex, kissing and biting, pulling her partner's hair, etc) and I personally see Maysilee as someone who expresses her horniness more so through words. I think she needs to feel more comfortable with her partners before she does so (she wouldn't dirty-talk a one-night stand) but with Lenore Dove, she's in her yapper state for SURE. Like;
Undressing Lenore Dove while murmuring about how pretty she is, how much it turns Maysilee on, all the things Maysilee wants to do to her.
Praising Lenore Dove while she goes down on Maysilee or while Lenore Dove pleasures her.
Telling Lenore Dove how good she tastes, how good her body feels, etc.
Come to think of it, we see some of these things already in Intertwined! She's just a bit more nervous (understandable, it's her first time!) and so it's not super smooth at the moment. For example:
"You… you…" Maysilee swallows, chokes out a frantic whimper. "Y-you make me feel so good, Lenore Dove…"
"G-good—!" Maysilee gasps out, her thighs spasming as Lenore Dove's tongue moves inside of her. "T-that's… ugh! L-Lenore Dove—!"
"I want to taste you," she pants, pleads, begs. "Can I… would it be okay if I—?"
"Fuck—!" Maysilee groans, pulling back just a moment when her lungs start to burn, already leaning back in with a helpless moan. "God, Lenore Dove, you taste so—"
And of course, it would be a CRIME not to mention Lenore Dove's dirty talk in that fic lmao. Like, all the times that Lenore Dove calls Maysilee beautiful, and also specifically:
"I want to…" She swallows, closes her eyes for a moment as if working herself up to something before opening them again. "God, Maysilee, I… I could touch you for hours."
"I want to," Lenore Dove repeats, tilting her head as she leans in close. "God, I… I want to do it again. Over and over, until you can't take it anymore."
This post has been me realizing that I do a lot more dirty talk in my fics than I thought 😂 damn! Like I said, I'm working on the next Maydove smutshot right now, and trust, we're getting a more confident/self-assured Maysilee, which means that dirty talk will be ON THE TABLE. I'm VERY excited to share it with y'all, it's been so much fun to work on so far!
