Imagine A and B arguing over who can give better head. As a result, they decide to go down on the sexiest person they know, C, together to see who’s the best! Bonus if they start doing this to settle all their arguments and thus they move in with C or C moves in with them for convenience. Bonus if they start doing it all the time anyway cause it’s fun and C is lick/suckable. Bonus if this blossoms into a passionate OT3 romance based on sexy person succ. Bonus if they get married.
I like to think of Rook being almost strictly a top (Certain switch leaning tendencies) bc due to his upbringing there is a certain difficulty he finds in letting himself be Vulnerable enough to bottom for most anybody even Vil
[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:
How interested they are in having sex with them:
How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:
If they would rather bottom or top them:
How good they think they would be:
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:
writing your fave having sex with with their love interest is OUT writing your fave shamefully jerking off and coming pathetically fast at just the idea of fucking their love interest is IN
Thinking about Vil reviewing scripts and spiking after club and his partner sticking behind to keep him company. Except said company turns into one of them getting bent over or ridden in the director’s chair/his workspace bc Vil got too worked up by all the needed corrections and Clearly he needed to blow off a little steam to fix it-
@glaciescustodia said : “You are my prisoner here and I’ll do whatever i want with you.” (in a nsfw context uwu. Lohen to Varka bc yes pls. Dcndrolust)
『Meme || Accepting』
・⊱ Right when he figured he'd be able to get the drop on that rascal (oh, the irony), here he was, once more at the Vice-Captain's mercy. Well, at the very least he wasn't bleeding or anything...yet. He wasn't particularly fearful of him at this situation now ( one did not simply do and experience the things Varka had if he was the susceptible sort, after all ), though he would still writhe from where he was held under him.
...well, it wasn't like he did things because they were easy, but-
"Darn. I was really looking forward to a nice drink right about now," a jest more than actual lamentation. Really, the mirth yet lingered clear in the Grand Master's eyes, even if tinged with a playfully defiant little gleam.
'Prisoner' he may be, but he wasn't about to make things any easier on the other even still-
"Say, you getting soft on me? Gotta say, that almost had me quaking in my boots just now-"
@niightravcns said : [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them. (Mallenola)
『 Meme || Accepting 』
・⊱ There were so few times Malleus Draconia was truly able to find himself at the mercy of another. Likewise this had to be the first time he was genuinely willing to let it be so.
In truth, he’d been oh so curious to let himself be bound and see what such a thing would be like, especially after his dear Child of Man seemed just as eager. And really…he’d underestimated how truly tricky it would be to handle.
For one, Malleus knew damn well that with his strength, he could break through any bonds with most frightening ease. Even flexing just enough would do the trick. It was laughably simple!
Yet, here he was, finding himself wanting to do anything but; held fast by nothing but her steady, burning gaze as her hands roamed over him.
How quaint.
Yes, he could escape if he wanted to. Could simply break the bonds and push to touch her in turn. To make her shiver and squirm the way he did now, let the sharp, curved tips of his nails trace fine lines along her soft, supple skin. To drag his tongue along the length of her sternum, kiss, lick, and nip his way up her body and hear her lovely voice right out into the otherwise quiet of the night. To scrape his fangs along her throat and feel her body tremble, pressed flush against him-
“Mmngh—!”
Yet right now, it was he, who quivered in the wake of her touch.
"Gh...!"
It was he, who jerked and writhed in the wake of her soft, warm lips pressing traces of her love into his skin—yet never once would he even move to risk breaking his bonds.
"Ah-"
He couldn’t—shouldn’t—that wasn’t part of their play.
"Hn...ngh—!"
She didn’t say he could.
“Haa—mnh…!”
No matter how he desired for her, he would not allow himself to break this simple mandate. No matter how he felt his blood race under her attention, or how desire should attempt to seize and break reason. No matter how his body thrummed under her spell, aquiver like a leaf on the very brink of falling.
Even still…there was only so much he could take before his semblance of composite now would truly begin to splinter and crack.
“Pl…please…!” Stars above, to have the very Prince of Briar Valley in such a shameful state…it was nothing short of insanity. A humiliation unlike any other. And YET, no matter how his pride burned, right to his very core, he still- “Please, I need…I wish to—hngh-!”
Scrunched, hazy eyes yet snapped to rapt attention as she suddenly shifted over him. Gaze flickered in and out of focus as it greedily traced over every soft swell and lovely curve of her form, neck, shoulders. Over her chest, down and along her hips where his hands longed to rest, lower still along her thighs and between-
His breath caught, “My love—!“
Mouth watered as his attention lingered, blurring through dewy eyes. Parted lips let his shaky breaths spill forth as want—no, need—yet warred with whatever remained of his crumbling pride. As an honest to gods whimper rose in his throat, gaze turning up to her in most pitiful supplication.
Lower lip trembling, even while his mouth opened and closed, once, twice, as he fought with himself, again, once more—yes, no, please, wait, yes, please-
“Let me taste you,” he found himself whispering, breathless and pleading as though for his very life. Like a prayer held up to the gods, his very goddess- “Let me please you, touch you, hold you—please, I beg of you, my Moonrise, my Songbird—My Lady...!“
His voice stuttered in a whine as she drew close, pressed rosy lips to his. Stifled his rising, pitched moan as their mouths molded together, her hands wandering over him anew with every kiss. As her gentle, teasing laughter filled his ears and left him flushed, desperate—
Snap!
—eyes flashing open with a sharp gasp, as he felt the sudden release of his bonds. Not by his doing, but hers.
Her blessing granted at long last.
He could scarcely think, pushing forward to send her sprawling across the silken sheets before she could think to take it back, to restrain him again. Most any other time, he would have taken far more care in laying her down and thoroughly taking his due time to properly worship her. Just as he KNEW she deserved.
Now?
Self-control pulled taut and frayed snapped quick, as Malleus slot his mouth against hers once more. Truly, it could only charitably be called a kiss, as he all but devoured her, every trace of his desperation marked clear in his body. In every kiss and bite that followed, trailing down her body as though she disappear if he so much as let up even the slightest bit.
Down, and lower still he’d drift, silent thanks and praises etched in every frantic, greedy move of his mouth on her, every little sweet tang on his tongue, from every hungry little pinch of her skin between his fangs. His own claws dug into her supple flesh, moving fast to latch onto her inner thighs and part them, paint his marks there too, like his very own canvas. Just below her knee, along its lovely length, here, there, once more, again, again, until he was a mere breadth away-
Only then would he force himself to finally pause, gasping, panting. Looking at her with sheer adoration, tinged and brimming with bated, starving frenzy yet aching to burst forth, “Thank you...My Lady,” as he nuzzled into then placed one last kiss on her thigh. Reaching to finally–finally–tear through the final, silken barrier keeping him from his due prize.
Forked tongue would slither past his lips, wetting them as a breathless, almost triumphant laugh followed suit,
His burning eye--alight with HAVOC playing with his soul--closed for a moment, reveling in what they were doing, such obscene things,and yet his body craved more--he knew that Scar did.
The moan Scar sounded had Rover grinding into his body, every piece of him aroused, and electrified (ironically this was not ELECTRO.) Clothes were like barriers to even greater pleasure, even more pain. Something had to give.
He was about to release Scar's throat when the other yanked on his twin tails and Rover felt the sting of pain--it was delicious. His head pulled away from Scar's neck, bloodied teeth gnashed in greed for a second, before eyes widened.
His head was pushed forward, and his grip on Scar's throat went slack in surprise. Their lips and teeth met, and Rover moaned as Scar's teeth assaulted him. The kiss was unconventional, but it gave more energy to press into Scar and growl, his pants feeling too tight.
Arms pulled back so he could peel away gloves and his jacket, revealing strong arms and a tight fitted top, the necklace he wore jingling. His fingers almost got to his pants to unbuckle the belt and unbutton.... but his hands pulled Scar's own hair as they messily made out.
・⊱ That was more like it—every little push walked Rover closer and closer to losing control. Every little bite, and Scar could take more and more from him, gleefully devouring every little sound and stealing every little breath he could in turn. Every flick of his tongue, and Scar’s own power surged to bite and play too. To spark and burn at the other, poke, prod and punish-
“Ah, hahh-” Eyelids fluttered as he felt pain bloom upon his scalp, a far more pitched whine bubbling and catching in his throat. Rover seemed to meet him, tit for tat, in every pace he tried to seize more and more sway over him…ahh, he truly was a delight, wasn’t he?
But it wasn’t quite enough to simply be even.
With renewed fervor, he let his sharp fingertips drag; catching and tearing through fabric. And likely through skin, for all he knew, but it was all the same to Scar. No, wait—better this way, even, as he sought to ruck up and push his hands under that wonderfully tight shirt-
“Was that—mngh—supposed to hurt, hm? Babyyy~?” Words slurred clumsily in between bites, as he let go of the other’s hair in favor of scraping his claws down his nape.
Marking right the special little spot for his teeth later, the way he’d really let them sink in-
More, more—
“Need I—hn, mmn…!—give you more incentive?”
—how much more could he set the other’s Havoc off—
What if he forced his arm to reach just a little further, force him closer, as sharp points reached around for that lovely little pulse on Rover’s throat—
“You’ll—aahn—paint me nice’n…mm’pretty, won’t ya~?”
you characterize that man as a strict domtop because you think he’s domineering and suave. i characterize that man as a strict domtop because i think he’s repressed and weird about penetration. we are not on the same team
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