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I’m feeling bold. Nothing fancy but I’d figure I’d share a sinday selfie~
pls date troye he’ll buy u pretty clothes & ride the hell outta you
♠ Dirty little secrets ☆ How adventurous are they? ❀ One thing they’re dying to try. Ω Best time ever
Headcanons: Sex Life Edition
♠ Dirty little secrets
Quistis has had a few dreams here or there about some people she is close to in situations involving herself that she would absolutely refuse to confess, even those she doesn’t have romantic feelings towards. Most of the time, she tries to avoid the person starring in the dream for a day or so, maybe more depending on how embarrassed she feels about where her mind has led her. If she’s avoiding you, but doesn’t seem angry with you, then you’ve probably unintentionally been on her mind (and it’s possible she’s used the imagery from her dreams to...unwind).
☆ How adventurous are they?
She is adventurous to an extent, in that she’s certainly open to new things, but it may take some convincing. If it is something her partner wants done to them, she’s more than happy to satisfy their kink (so long as it isn’t harmful or questionable in morality). When it comes to something her partner wants to do to her for their own satisfaction, it’s going to take a lot of time and effort for her to come around. That being said, she does have a few kinks of her own.
❀ One thing they’re dying to try.
She won’t outright admit it as a kink, but she wouldn’t be opposed to having sex in a semi-public place. It’s not the most healthy, but she is subconsciously attracted to the thrill of having her reputation marred so she won’t have to try so hard to keep up with it. If a scandal were to happen, she would probably be embarrassed, but it would also be a relief. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to her, either.
Ω Best time ever
Deling City, at a host club with a host she had been a patron of for a few months during an extended surveillance mission. Sure, it was sex she (technically) paid for, but it was with someone who wasn’t tangled in the web of her life, of her history, of her trauma. It was someone who had no real ties to her, who didn’t know her, who didn’t care about anything other than pleasing her. It was the first time she felt like a normal woman. It happened after a night where their conversation had remained long after her allotted time with him, but he didn’t seem to mind, didn’t charge her extra. He was having a great time, himself. Sure, he’d seen many women and men in the course of his career, but only took a select few into his bed. Although she thoroughly enjoyed it, it was the last time she had contact with him. She was satisfied with the short-lived feeling of being someone other than herself, but she was ready to leave her alias behind. He had an alias as well, after all, so it wasn’t really...real. She has not ever spoken about this, but may open up eventually.

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Aren't you worried the other survivors are going to hear you and Adam if you keep it up?
Jake flushes up to his ears, ducking into his scarf with a low mumble. “I wasn’t… I’m definitely not—loud.” Was I?