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˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˚ MEET ME IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾ .

──𝑨𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

୨ synopsis: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑐𝑒.

୨ warnings: 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 | 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦. 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑓! 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔). 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣. 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠.

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୨ love, jackie: 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠! ˖⁺⊹.

༄*ⴰ༢

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you sighed, sinking into the plush backseat of the Rolls Royce. The night's feeding had left you all invigorated, the thrill of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“You coming in?” Snowflakes had begun to drift from the sky.

“Yeah,” his gaze flickered briefly toward the darkening sky. Instead of immediately assuming his usual position in the driver's seat, he chose to slide into the seat beside you, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Smiling, you draped both arms over his neck and kissed him. His mouth was soft against yours, his palm slightly cold as it cradled your cheek, fingertips coaxing into your hair.

“What are you thinking about?” You mumbled between kisses, sucking on his tongue, drawing a chuckle from him that mingled with the warmth of his lips on yours.

“This,” His palm slid down your side to your hip, tracing a path down your thigh.

“Mhm,” Scooting closer to the window, you pulled him onto the leather seat cushions, your back pressing against the door. His hand ventured further up your thigh, finding the sensitive dip between your leg and hip, eliciting a small gasp from your lips.

“And this,” Austin knelt on the floorboard, and it was only a matter of time before he was bunching your skirt up to your waist, spreading your thighs apart. His eyes were a shade darker than you could ever remember, like polished obsidian gleaming with an insatiable hunger, yet not for blood. No, that craving had already been sated. Instead, the hunger in his gaze was for something more primal, something that sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“And I thought I was just thirsty for blood,”

a flash of silver caught your eye, and you realized that he had his switchblade out, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he twirled it between his fingers. The flat blade pressed lightly against your leg, the coldness lighting up every cell in your body.. or perhaps it was lust? The sound of nylon ripping jolted you back to reality as Austin deftly dragged the blade, tearing a neat slit in your pantyhose.

“What the-” the tip of the blade disappeared under the opening of your panties, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the delicate fabric ripped. Grabbing fistfuls of the material, he tore it open, shoving the tatters aside. Austin looked up at you with faux innocence, an exaggerated look of surprise.

“Whoopsie…”

“That's the third pair you've ruined this week,” you chided, smacking his head gently.

“Stop wearing them then.”

He smirked before dipping his head between your thighs and exhaling deeply, breath hot and tongue wet against your exposed skin.

“Nectar, gladness of the immortals..”

The way his voice vibrated made coils of heat settle in your lower belly. He then pressed a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh before getting down to business. Warm lips wrapped around your clit, catching it in a tiny whirlpool of wetness and just enough friction. The tip of his tongue massaged the sensitive nerve in a rhythmic, up-and-down motion.

Long, slender fingers; pianist's fingers slid inside you and drew out a harmony of little whimpers and moans as he played you like an instrument…and what a fucking cliché that was, but you couldn’t care less. The way Austin moved with the finesse and grace of a maestro. Every kiss, every clever swipe of his tongue ignited a kaleidoscope of fireworks behind your eyelids.

“Oh God…” you mewled, throwing your head back with a wanton moan. You swore you could feel him smile against your convulsing cunt.

“Mghh- ah, Austin-” the sound of his name leaving your lips encouraged him to widen his mouth to accommodate every inch of your sex. Warmth spread through your entire body like wildfire, and you found yourself arching your back and grinding against his mouth for more pressure.

Each movement of his was orchestrated with precision as if carefully composed notes, building towards a crescendo of pleasure. For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, your entire body surged with a white-hot heat, blinding in its intensity, until the pressure he had been coaxing from you finally reached its peak before exploding like a gentle burst of snowfall or a drizzle of rain. Your body trembled with it, fingers still tangled tightly in his hair.

The Rolls Royce rocked a little when Austin shifted position onto the seat, after an awkward exchange of limbs and rustle of clothes and you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

A single heartbeat as you looked at each other before his gaze dropped to your lips and you tightened your grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer as you devoured his mouth hungrily. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you couldn’t help but grind into his erection, the pressure too enticing to resist.

Hand slid down from his chest to his crotch; fingers deftly wrapping themselves around his shaft and guiding the leaking, angry tip towards your entrance. You moaned in unison as you finally enveloped him to the hilt, straining your neck backward in response to the delicious stretch of him filling you.

There was a sense of rightness, as though your body was made for his and vice-versa. Your eyes fluttered open to see Austin staring back at you, pupils blown wide with a mixture of awe and voracity, the only other times you’ve seen that same look on his face was when he admired his work, entranced by his own brilliance.

Leaning forward with a smirk, you began to slide up and down his shaft, grinding down slowly at first, then faster as you established a rhythm. Thighs clenching, hips rolling forwards, tits bouncing up then down again as your body responded to the movement underneath you.

Austin placed his hands at your waist, encouraging you in time with the rhythm and you quickly slipped into that crescendo, watching his features succumb into animalistic rapture, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He was a beautiful mess beneath you; panting and moaning shamelessly as he met your thrusts, the thick slide of his cock in and out of you, the tip of him reaching that perfect spot every time. Leaning down, you claimed his mouth with yours, feeling his tongue pressing deep inside, swiping at the roof of your mouth as he fucked into you roughly, taking over as you faltered, hands tightening around your hips to steady you. Your breath hitched as you clenched involuntarily around him, prompting him to groan into your mouth.

Having sex with him transcended the tasteless depictions of pornography. It wasn’t just clothes off, fucking, clothes back on; it was an art form unto itself, a masterpiece painted with the hues of love, lust, and longing; melding the provocative with the sublime. This, you thought as you pulled away for a gasp of air, this was making love.

“yeah, just like that- ohh fuck,” he groaned back, his hands gripping your thighs as you started to struggle. A series of whimpers and moans spilled from your lips as you tried to participate, attempting to mimic the same ferocity that he was thrusting up into you, eventually giving up and letting him take control.

“A-Austin,” you gasped, breathless. It took the last vestiges of strength that you held yourself up for a few seconds before collapsing against him like a marionette with the strings cut. Grunting and panting, he caught you by the waist and jerked you down to sheath himself to the hilt on one final, upward thrust. You let out a wail as you felt the first rope of his release shoot inside you, blinding white light blurring the edges of your vision.

You lay in a heap of sweaty skin and limbs and heavy breathing, hands seeking out each other. Soft kisses were exchanged and you nuzzled your cheek against his, him reciprocating by lazily mouthing at your shoulder, teeth grazing against your skin.

A sharp rap on the window interrupted your embrace. Belle Noir peered through the passenger window, staring down at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Judging by the thin layer of snow dusting on her black coat, she had been standing outside for a while.

“Now, you two lovebirds, time to go.”

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻 ── austin sommers ₊ ˙ ⊹ .

⇢ 𝐓ags - 18+/nsfw ． fem!reader

⇢𝓐/n- got a little carried away with this, heh.

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

❥┆austin often experiences a rush of inspiration after an orgasm, so he keeps a notepad and pencil within reach. he pops a black pill and goes straight to writing, which kind of kills the mood. after jotting down a rough outline so brilliant that even shakespeare would envy, he makes up by showering you with kisses and cuddles, repeatedly thanking you and telling you that you're his greatest muse and his one true love, etc. you can always count on receiving princess treatment.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

❥┆ he's fixated on your neck and wrists. loves to nuzzle against the crook of your neck and feel the blood pulsing through your veins beneath the thin layer of skin. he has the same obsession with your wrists, too, bringing them to his lips and kissing them.

✶ a/n: picture gomez addams doing that to morticia. sort of creepy, possessive and romantic. the best combo tbh.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

❥┆ he loves to cum deep inside you, or in your mouth. makes you swallow it, too. he hates to make a mess on his yves delorme bedsheets. not like he can’t afford to replace them, he simply doesn’t see the need to do extra work.

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

❥┆he wants to have a threesome with you, including another man.

✶ a/n: *cough* harry gardener-

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

❥┆ austin is very experienced. and with both genders, for that matter.

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

❥┆ missionary - all about the eye contact and the intimacy. sex is like a form of art.

❥┆ cowgirl - he gets to lie back and gather his thoughts while admiring the sight of you bouncing on his cock. what more can he ask for?

✶ a/n: also, he likes to fuck you in front of a mirror.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ one moment, he's murmuring sweet words into your ear as he makes tender love to you, the words so heartfelt and oh so romantic that they bring tears to your eyes. the next, he's saying random shit and cracking jokes.

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ pretty sparse down there already, but still nicely trimmed.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

❥┆ a hopeless romantic with the soul of a whore. he'll light up candles, burn incense, and scatter rose petals— the whole schmear. also a glass of wine and background music to help set the mood.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ austin detests pornography; absolutely hates it. he considers it vulgar and devoid of any artistic value. however, he occasionally indulges in reading erotica while jacking off, but he prefers to fuck you personally.

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

❥┆ he’s into rough kinky shit. very open about it, too— he’s into blood play, bdsm, threesomes, choking, and roleplay.

❥┆blood play: very obvious one, i know. he wears his “normal teeth” when he’s licking the blood off your skin.

❥┆bdsm: plays the dom role most of the time, but he’s willing to play the (super bratty) sub, too.

❥┆roleplay: very invested in the “theatrical and artistic aspects”, to the point where he writes out entire scripts.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝)

❥┆ you two have christened the house by making love in every room and on every available surface. austin insists it imbues his “creative sanctum” with the perfect writing atmosphere. whatever the hell that means. his second favourite spot is the back seat of his rolls royce.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ he gets very horny after a few glasses of wine. or a few pints of fresh blood– same thing. you could literally breathe in his direction and boom he gets a hard-on.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

❥┆golden showers and gun play. the former is plain disgusting and the latter is too risky, even for him.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ austin definitely prefers receiving over giving, perhaps it's a side effect of the black pill. he can be rather selfish in this aspect. when you’re on you’re period.. let’s just say that the tables are turned.

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

❥┆ either he's making slow, sensual love to you, like he’s playing a musical instrument with precision and finesse, or he's straight up fucking you like an animal. no in-between with this guy.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ austin dislikes quickies in general; he prefers the intimacy and connection of “making love”. to him, quickies are anticlimactic and boring.

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆yes. he’s totally game for something new. takes a lot of creativity to even faze him because he’s seen it all.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

❥┆ austin has an unnaturally high stamina; it’s fucking insane. he can last for hours before finally tapping out.

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

❥┆ he owns a bunch of toys, but most of them are either unused or used only once. he has a few favourite ones that he uses on you. oh and he likes to wear cockrings. that too.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

to build up tension and dramatic effect? hell yes, he’ll edge you for hours. pretends to get annoyed when you do the exact same thing to him. (he loves it)

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ really talkative during sex, you can’t get him to shut up. occasional grunts and groans, but mostly it’s sweet talk laced with filthy innuendos. when you're topping him, then oh my god he’s all whines and whimpers.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

❥┆sometimes he brags about your sexy time to belle noir. and in vivid detail, too. later, she used it in her latest steamy novel, which was an award-winning bestseller, obviously. when you read the book yourself, you were hit by an instant sense of deja vu. he confessed when you confronted him, shrugging and saying that your love is now permanently engraved in the form of literature. and really, you couldn’t stay mad at him after that.

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

❥┆ seven inches. pretty veiny, too.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

❥┆ when you tease him for his ridiculously high sex drive, he counters you with “now sexual obsessions are the basis of artistic creation. accumulated frustration leads to what freud calls the process of sublimation. anything that does not take place erotically sublimates itself in the work of art” in other words, boy is horny and pretentious 24/7.

✶a/n: that’s a quote from dali and i think it’s pretty cool.

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

❥┆his mind is buzzing with new inspiration, so he usually stays up and write. rarely falls asleep unless he’s already had a good amount of alcohol in him.

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