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batstarion....but as a werebat. and my tav, sohla ;)
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need to know #18 with lydia/ortega after seeing those bdsm results 🕊️
yes, good thank you 😂 my poor girl
18) Dirty talk, sweet nothings, or no talking (or discussing only technicals)
The thing about Lydia is, is that she can't get her mouth to fucking stop during sex. It's always on--and usually letting slip deeply embarrassing praise about how good Ortega feels, how good he's doing, how much she [redacted] him.
She's not the best at dirty talk, because it would require her to form coherent sentences, but she's deeply susceptible to it. Ortega talking about what he's going to do or how he's going to do it immediately gets her throat dry. (not that she'd ever admit to it)
if youre still ok with doing promps
a mix of 10,11,and 12 for kevjean?
make it as slutty as you please
10. A kiss along the jawline / 11. A kiss to the neck / 12. A kiss along the collar bone (BE WARNED: THIS IS SMUT)
They didn’t usually do it this way.
With Kevin on top, that is.
But here he was, right at home on Jean’s lap. Jean’s hands were both sitting on Kevin’s waist and so large Kevin felt surrounded by them. God, was that an amazing feeling.
“Mm,” Kevin sighs out when Jean’s hands guide him up, then back down. So was that— being deliciously filled and tenderly held and loved. “I love you,” Kevin whispers, as if it’s a secret.
It’s not. It hasn’t been in years. Not to them anyway.
“I love you more,” Jean says back in French, his lidded gaze making Kevin feel hot all over.
“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Kevin rises up on his own, then down again. A few times until it’s almost too much. Then he stills with his hands on Jean’s chest.
Jean’s right hand travels from his waist up his side, then slides back to its home. “Do I need to flip us over or can you do it?”
“I can do it,” Kevin snaps without meaning to. Jean cocks a brow, but the twist to his lips says he knows how close Kevin is.
“Come, Kevin. I can finish on my own,” Jean offers, but Kevin shakes his head.
“No. With you or not at all.”
“Admirable for a man who’s been at the edge of ecstasy all evening. Can you last?” Jean purrs. They’d started hours ago, Jean working Kevin up to the edge at least four times without pushing him over it. Suffice it to say Kevin’s been walking on jelly legs since before dinner. But he’s held out. He’s even been patient, which he’s not known for.
“Yes—” Kevin starts, then the air all rushes out of his lungs when Jean thrusts up into him without warning. Oh, fuck. His eyes roll when Jean squeezes his waist and does it once more. Oh, fuck. Kevin wants to let go, wants to ride Jean into oblivion and come all over his chest. He groans at the thought, but doesn’t move.
“Hm?”
“You’re killing me.” Kevin breathes.
“You whine a lot for someone who crawled onto my lap—” Jean cuts off when Kevin bends down to kiss him. With his mouth occupied, he can’t tease. He can’t talk dirty. And he can’t fucking gloat. They break for air and Jean’s pupils have swallowed his irises. He swallows. “What was that for?”
“Just shutting you up.” Kevin says, rolling his hips experimentally. He’s fine, back from the edge. But Jean curses under his breath and his fingers spasm against Kevin’s abdomen. He must be getting close now— Oh. Kevin’s a bit offended. “Kissing does more for you than me sitting on your dick?”
Jean laughs and it’s beautiful. “Of course not.”
Kevin remains unconvinced. He drops his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jean’s jaw and the Frenchman goes utterly still, tilts his head to the side. Taking this as permission to keep going, Kevin mouths down his jaw to kiss at his neck. He doesn’t get far before Jean lets out a broken little noise that has Kevin pausing.
“Bad?”
“No,” Jean’s voice is uneven. “Just… No teeth.”
Kevin’s heart clenches and his hand slides up to cup Jean’s face. “I know.”
Jean blinks and Kevin dips his head once more to continue what he was doing. He kisses and sucks at Jean’s neck gently, without even the barest scrape of teeth. Jean’s low groans have Kevin’s cock leaking, his orgasm closer than ever. Apparently the feeling is mutual. He feels Jean throb inside him and clenches down, getting a gasp for his trouble.
Jean swallows audibly, “I need to fuck you now.”
“Then do it,” Kevin dares, lips against Jean’s collarbone. He presses a kiss there too for good measure and Jean takes over, maneuvering them so that Kevin’s on his back where he truly belongs. The angle’s perfect and he wastes no time pounding into Kevin, hitting his prostate with every other thrust.
They don’t come at the same time, but it’s a very close thing. Kevin hits his crescendo and Jean joins him mere seconds later, fucking them through it. Each of them comes almost silently, Kevin with tears in his eyes. Because it's good. So goddamn good.
When it’s over Jean collapses onto Kevin’s chest, not minding the mess they’ve made, and lies there for a minute while cohesive thought comes back to them slowly. Just after Kevin's soul climbs back into his body, Jean raises his head to set his chin on Kevin’s chest.
A lazy smile spreads across his face. “Close enough.”
Cass deserves a day being pampered by Steph, Kon, and other members of harem/polycule.
Steph would wear a maid outfit with a "cat ear" headband, while Kon would be in a playboy bunny outfit.
1 and 24 for whichever sidestep you prefer for the sexual headcanons asks pls!
Thank you! I'll stick with Lydia and Ric for now~
1) Who tends to initiate? Does it change? Why?
It's almost always got to be Ric. Lydia can tease and flirt and build up to almost making it seem like she might initiate something--but then her brain pushes back, the anxiety overcomes her, and she pulls back sharply before anything can get too legitimate. It's all fun and games until she can't pull back and deny everything, then it's terrifying and intimidating. The times she's been able to actually initiate sex have left her feeling shaky and uncertain.
24)What happens after? Cuddling? Make space? Does someone tend to leave right after?
Lydia is a cuddler, but she's also pretty prone to dropping after sex, even if it was completely vanilla. She needs aftercare even if what she desperately wants to do is leave and pretend that she's been unaffected by it. On the occasion when she can fake being fine and dandy, she'll try to put space between herself and Ric. Usually she ends up talking too much and trying to fill even a comfortable silence with awkward jokes.
7 and 9 for the sexy headcanons, ocs of choice? 👀
I'll stick with Lydia and Ric for this!
7) Foreplay? A lot or a little?
It's a hard line to walk, because Lydia loves foreplay--she doesn't take a lot to get warmed up, but she enjoys lingering in that space. But! the longer she's allowed, the higher the risk that she begins getting self conscious and freaking out.
9) Toys?
Lydia will neither confirm nor deny the existence of a bullet vibe named 'lil ric', nor will she--DO NOT OPEN THAT DRAWER
nsfw headcanons 2, 12, 13, 17, 25 for a sidestep of your choice
oooh hell yeah, thank you!
I'll go with Sal and Julia for these ones!
2. Any preferences for top/bottom?
Sal has a strong preference for topping. He doesn't mind bottoming, it just doesn't feel as nice. If Julia wants to peg him, he's meh about it, but will play into it if that's what she really wants.
12. Turn ons?
Many and varied--or so Sal would like to have you believe. Actual legitimate turn ons include: violence (participating in or witnessing), a really good back and forth argument where he can see Julia getting riled up, and the standards: touch him, touch him nice, call him pretty, call him a depraved motherfucker. Just give him attention.
If canon is anything to go by, Julia is turned on by hot deadbeat losers.
13. Location turn ons (public, outside, bed only, etc)
Sal thinks public and semi-public are hot in theory, but in practice it's less than practical and more annoying than anything else. How's a man supposed to scream in these conditions?
Julia is down to clown regardless of location.
17. Dom/Sub dynamics? Who’s dom, who’s sub?
If Sal is being submissive it's with the implicit and overhanging knowledge that he's doing so out of amusement and to indulge a partner, not because he particularly enjoys submitting to another. Left to his own devices, he'd prefer to be in control. He's submitting in the most condescending way possible and he's going to be a huge, smug dick about it.
I don't honestly see Julia going in either direction too strongly--very much a switch.
25. Who falls asleep first?
Both of them are staring at the ceiling from behind closed eyes waiting to see if the other has fallen asleep first because They Are Both Normal.
whats the new nsf/t tag? is it just nsf/t? am confusion