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10. Are they down for casual one-night stands?

she super isn’t, honestly. laurel likes to fuck with Feelings. must be In Love with at least one of the participants at all times.

20 answered already, 15 for backup

15. Describe their favorite sexual encounter.

laurel doesn’t like to kiss and tell on specifics, but in General, anything that involves her getting as stuffed full as possible immediately makes its way to the top of her list.

25. Share a sample line of dirty-talk

domme laurel:

“Everyone who had you before me wasted you,” she says, low, quiet, almost dangerous, lips pressed close enough to graze the cleft of Ariana’s ass. If she could see herself, surely the whole of her iris would be swallowed up by pupil, her cheeks beyond scarlet, sight half-glazed as if drunk. “This is what this ass is made for, isn’t it?” Her thrusts grow stronger, less exploratory and easy. The worry of Ariana pushing back onto her her gone, the force of Laurel’s strength rocking her forward and back under her own inertia. “To be fucked by me? This perfect ass that’s all mine now to do whatever I like. That’s going to take anything I give it. Nobody ever knew how to fuck you as well as me, did they, sweetheart?”

sub laurel:

07 | Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving 

Receiving: Yes! Oh my god! The most! You have to watch the idiot or else he’ll let you do too much to him! A disaster!

Giving: If you...want? Him to? He does discover he like to bite a little. Can enjoy spanking under the right circumstances.

14 | If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

define “tasteful” - they are well lit, they are well posed, and artful. his dick is still in frame.

21 | What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Grem!!! Unfollow these people!!!

I saw it in theatre with my mom? When I was 12??? It was inappropriate?????????

swordwitch replied to your photo: it’s a good thing i didn’t see moulin rouge in the...

But also it changed my life and made me the Hot Gay Mess I am today so like

i think moulin rouge was probably a Turning Point in my life bc like...satine.....the red dress.....how can you Not

i watched it for the first time on a small tv that rested on the top shelf of a closet, with my cousin. she had to talk me into it. i was...ten or eleven? we were like “the Romance! the Drama!” tweenage me was super duper into Beauty Freedom Truth and Above All Else Love

It was the first time he wasn’t here for a scheduled event. Ky didn’t need the keys, but had them regardless, in an act of hospitality. Borrowing the house had been the natural course of action, it had seemed, to Asra, if he was going to be out here. It had started off as just hunting down a cactus that would fill a niche in the gardens, and turned into being quipped at half the way here. A feat, when borrowing another key feature, some transportation. Swift, undulating, many sets of legs galloping across the plains. And then, the last piece he’d borrowed. Or, had borrowed him.

Ky let himself drop, held out his hand, a little unsteady himself, and Rhys eased down. Both of them were dusty, windblown, and he laughed at his companion’s state being still somehow likely better than his own.

“Funny? You should see yourself,” Rhys teased, pushing hair back from Ky’s face.

It didn’t fall back, held up by a thick layer, he was sure, of dust and sweat.

“Horrible, I’m sure,” Ky acknowledged. “Appreciate your coming out, though, two sets of eyes are better than one.”

“If this is how you take someone out-” Rhys started, and Ky had his hands up, laughed sheepishly.

“Oh, no, no, I was thinking we could get cleaned up, and I’d make use of our having a kitchen! I- ahh- well- I hope you like candlelit dinner?”

Rhys gave him a smug little smile.

“That’s more like it!”

They let themselves in, and busied with said cleaning up.

Ky finished ahead of them, somewhat deliberately so, an expenditure of magic to wring the water from his hair and get to preparing before they could stop him. Hair pinned back, he chopped, and then, sparked a flame to cook over.

Hands landed on his hips, and Ky turned, smiled.

“Is this how you-” he asked, and they smiled back.

“Isn’t this what you do, when someone invites you for dinner?”

Ky laughed softly. “Maybe after? Unless- ahh- unless you like dessert first?”

Rhys bumped their noses together, and Ky made a little sigh.

While you were studying religion I was mastering Audacity