#queenxofxcilly

Send me “Asshole!” along with two assholes be it romance, bromance or somewhere in between and I’ll tell you who:

Kinky Questions, make my muse uncomfortable—go!

8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:

Ropes.

10: Top or bottom?

Both

12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary? 

Multiple.

24: Three spots that drive you insane:

Ears ( mean, they are pointy and sensitive of course!), hair, neck. Basically just his head. pfft

45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

I honestly have No Idea, so just what’s usually playing at the palace.

74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?

What? I don't know...Lemon....What kind of question is this!?

75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

-snorts-

So here he was, in line up to be auctioned off to the disgusting creatures he'd spent most of his life killing. How did he get there, you ask? A miss step, he was sure of. Simon had thought he was doing everything wrong, then his horrible luck reared it's ugly head once more, he took a fall and crack, his arm was broken. But if this is where he was destined to be caught was not to be so. He picked himself back up and tried to escape with the rest of his fellow slayers.  Following quite far behind the others he was with as they ran  away, he stumbles a bit, the blood from a bone in his arm dripping onto the ground. He had definitely royally fucked his arm up then, he could tell. About an hour after breaking it that badly, he happened to step into one of his own traps. Being strung up in a tree he wasn't going to be escaping then. All he could do was wait for either his own to come and get him, or the enemy. And at the time, he was really hoping it wasn't the enemy. But the blood dripping from the tips of his finger would of definitely lead them his way.

Now he was with all the other unlucky bastards who couldn't quite escape. Staring out as the auction continued on, he didn't know why they would keep him alive. But then again, they were cruel and pieces of shit  vampires. Stepping up, his turn was next. The strapping that surrounded his bare chest keeping his broken arm stuck close to his chest. Certainly not the most proper position for healing, he couldn't even feel the damn thing that much anymore, by this time. His chain being yanked then and sending him stumbling onto the stage, he was forced into position and the guy in charge was listing off qualities that apparently hungry vampires found desirable.  Simon just rolled his eyes as the man seemed to talk with out shutting up. Then suddenly grabbed his mouth, showing off his teeth, and talking about how healthy and quality he was.

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