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lale-txt · 4 months

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❈ 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐈𝐧𝐨 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

where you and Ino are stuck due a snow storm and have to stay warm...

a/n: merry Christmas, my dear @mirkaaaluv (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡ i'm sooo excited i get to be your secret santa! you definitely passed the Ino fever onto me, how is he just so [incoherent screeching]? hope you'll enjoy this fic, i had so much fun writing this for you.

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns used, ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ used to describe genitalia), dirty talk, spanking, breath play, overstimulation, praise kink, fingering (reader receiving), creampie, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), rough but loving sex, pet names (babe, baby, sweet little thing, darling)

word count: 3.1k

“See? A small fire and this place feels super cozy already. Imagine a little winter vacation getaway, just you and me–” “–and the hundred curses hiding outside within the temple, waiting to be exorcized…” “Babe, please… I’m trying to be romantic here…”

You can’t help but giggle when Ino takes you in his arms and kisses the bridge of your nose, rubbing your back to warm you up. He had managed to light up the old stove with some firewood, old newspapers and a pack of matches that you found within the abandoned hut. Now the crackling sound of burning wood filled the room, paired with the relentless howling of the snow storm outside. It was a miracle that you found this place during your mission, caught by surprise from the sudden snow. Judging from the simple but clean interior, someone associated with the uninhabited temple you were supposed to cleanse of curses has lived here before.

Now it is your safe haven in the midst of a storm. While the weather forecast didn’t look good, neither of you would have expected to get snowed in, but here you are. And still, you couldn’t even be mad about it–being stuck with Ino in the middle of nowhere wasn’t too bad, considering your occupation as sorcerers often didn’t leave you with much free time to spend together as a couple. Maybe the stars had aligned to grant you some time together, or how Ino said: A little winter vacation getaway.

Your partner seems to be all fired up about the situation you found yourself in, his protective instincts kicking into gear. He scurries around the hut, opening drawers and cabinets and gathering everything that could be useful in a pile; from blankets to an old kettle, he even found some dried tea leaves and pickled veggies (that would go along perfectly with the bread rolls Nanami had gifted you and Ino prior to your mission, a small souvenir from his latest bakery discovery). He also drags the mattress from the other room over, putting it in front of the stove from where you watched him with a small smirk curving up your lips. Within a few minutes the room already looked much cozier than before.

“We should probably get out of these wet clothes or else we’ll catch a cold,” you point out and Ino nods, a hint of mischief on his face before he peels out of his jacket and his black sweater, hanging both over a chair to dry. Both of you strip down to your underwear (not without a little peeking), then Ino is the first to sit down on the mattress, grabbing the biggest blanket and patting his thigh for you to sit on. You don’t hesitate at all, craving all the warmth you can get. When you crawl into his arms, you’re welcomed with lots and lots of kisses on your face down to the side of your neck, before you settle down comfortably with your back against Ino’s chest, letting him wrap the blanket around you both. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep inhales of the scent of his favorite person in the whole world.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and for a while you just sit there holding each other, watching the fire in the stove almost mesmerized, and listening to the sounds of the storm outside. Snow is already piling up on the windowsill while the sun is long gone, but you’re not afraid; you could never while being in these arms.

“I love you so,” Ino eventually mumbles against your skin before kissing your shoulder and hugging you a bit closer to him. He cups your hands with his, noticing how they were still not fully warmed up yet. He rubs them a little and places a few kisses on your fingertips. “Should I go find another blanket for you? Or make some tea?”

You shake your head and rest your head against his shoulder, looking up at him with a small smile. “Nah, I’m fine. Let’s just stay like this for a little longer. I already feel much warmer.”

Ino looks like he is about to protest, but then he opts to kiss you instead. He is gentle at first, his lips softly brushing against yours, but he is quick to pick up your subtle cues and kisses you harder, one hand coming to your chin while his tongue finds yours. His arm wraps a little tighter around your middle, pulling you closer to him, till there’s not even an inch left between your bare bodies. You can tell from his breathing that Ino is feeling the same rising heat from within as you do.

A quiet growl comes from his throat when you arch your back a little, grinding your ass against his boxers from where his cock was throbbing already, and it takes him every ounce of self-restraint to not just pull the fabric aside and sink you down on his length. Instead he makes sure you’re nestled tightly with your back against his chest, the hand on your chin wandering down slowly to your throat while his other reaches for your thighs, spreading them open till your legs are hooked over his knees. The blanket hides the damp patch in your panties that would otherwise be on full display, but by now Ino doesn’t need to see to know how aroused you are; your sweet little sounds and your squirming tell him everything he needs to know.

“Wet already? My sweet little thing is so eager for me, hm?” he hums in your ear when running his knuckles between your clothed folds, the fabric sticking to them. You whine a little, hungry for more of his touch, and he squeezes his fingers around your throat a bit tighter, not too much but enough to remind you of the position you’re in. “Tell me what you want, baby…”

Not giving you any time to respond, Ino’s big hand cups your cunt, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest when he feels you buck your hips against him. He starts to massage your folds a little, a thumb brushing over your sensitive clit and making your legs tremble, a finger hooked under the crotch of your panties and pulling them up. He always loves to tease you like that, your reactions making him hungry to devour you.

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you mumble in his ear, kissing every inch of him you can reach. His scent was so familiar, so warm, and a little intoxicating; you just couldn’t get enough of him, ever. “Wanna feel you all the way inside my tummy…”

“Oh, yeah? Gonna be so good for me, baby? Gonna let me stuff that pretty little cunt of yours?”, Ino asks, his voice low and husky. He’s planning on fucking you against every flat surface in this hut anyway, but he loves it when you use your words to say what you want. He can never get enough of the yearning and the desire in your voice, a melody for his ears only. Patience was never his strong suit though, not when you’re both so riled up, so it’s no surprise when he slides your panties down to your ankles and dips one finger into your wetness.

Your head falls back against his shoulder when Ino adds a second finger, then a third when he feels how your walls flutter around him. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin while he makes you fall apart in his arms, whispering needy words close to your ear. His hand around your throat squeezes tighter every time you clench down on his slender fingers, rubbing that sweet spot that pushes you over the edge so easily. You start feeling a little lightheaded, your whole body tingling.

“Cum for me, baby… need you all nice and loose so you can take me, okay?”, Ino mutters, pressing his fingers deeper into your heat. You’re dripping by now, your juices running down his wrist while you swallow him so greedily, close, so close–

Ino lets go of your throat once you gush around him, muffling your mewls and whimpers with a deep kiss that takes your breath away. He keeps teasing your clit throughout your orgasm, the overstimulation making you squirm, but you’re still nestled so tightly against him, there’s no escape. Ino can never get enough of the way you look when you’re wrecked with pleasure, but he’s no bully so he lets you breathe for a moment and slides his fingers out to bring them to his lips.

“I love how you taste,” he moans quietly against your ear, relishing the sticky mess you’ve made. Ino kisses you again and lets you savor your own juices. “So sweet. So delicious. Tastes like heaven to me.”

He nibbles on your ear and holds you tight in his arms until your heart rate slows down a bit. The whole time his aching cock is pressed against the small of your back, throbbing and desperate to be touched.

When you finally feel the strength in your limbs returning, you sit up slightly, the blanket falling down your shoulders and revealing your bare form. Ino’s eyes never leave your silhouette, he’s taking you in and admiring the shape of you with the eyes of a love drunk man.

“Fuck me.”

Your voice is barely a whisper, a little husky even. Dripping with desire. Ino pulls down his boxers and his cock springs free, resting heavy against his stomach. The pink tip is oozing with precum, he can barely hold back anymore. He starts stroking himself slowly while you get on all fours, facing the stove and presenting him your backside. You lower your upper body to the ground, your ass up in the air, spreading your folds with two fingers wide open for him. Ino lets out a shaky breath at the sight of yours, but he doesn’t dare to touch you yet.

“Please… need your cock. Need you inside. Fuck me, Ino, darling, please, fuck me…”

Your sweet please make your lover’s resistance crumble. Ino gets behind you, one hand on your ass to spread it apart even wider for a better view. The light of the fire dips him into warm shades of gold, and his hungry gaze lingers on you. You let out a needy mewl when he rubs just the tip against your cunt, almost making you jolt from being so sensitive still. You whine out his name and arch your back more to push yourself onto him, but he keeps you in place, his fingers digging deeply into your flesh. Ino breathes heavily, and then his hand comes down for a sharp smack, quickly soothed by more kneading.

“You’re dripping,” he mutters and teases your clit with the tip of his cock, charming out sweet moans from your throat with every move. “Tell me again what you want, baby, c’mon…”

“Need your cock, please, please, just fuck me already–”, you whimper, and cry out loud when another smack lands on your ass, the other side this time. The sharp pain burns so good, and this time Ino comes down to kiss the spot where a faint red mark blooms. Oh, how badly Ino wants to bury his face in your cunt, and lick and spit and suck till you choke on his name on your tongue, but for now he has other plans.

With one swift movement he grabs you by the hips and spins you around, letting out a small growl now that you’re under him. Ino leans down, one hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head, while his lips find yours again, kissing you feverishly. His cock rests heavy and twitching on your stomach now, as if to demonstrate you how deep he’s gonna nestle inside of you.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cream around my cock, baby,” Ino sighs and looks at you like you’re magic; pure adoration and desire. It sends warm shivers throughout your whole body and makes your pussy throb, feeling empty ever since his fingers slid out. He lets go of your wrists to grab your legs and put them over his shoulders, making sure you’re comfortable while being spread wide open for him. Ino kisses the insides of your thighs, a few light bites in between, and groans when your hands come to his cock, giving it a few strokes before raising your hips slightly for him to slide in. By now your mind is blank, desiring nothing but to be stuffed to the brim.

The air is knocked out of lungs when Ino finally pushes his cock inside in one swift movement. You’re so wet and your walls swallow him greedily, fluttering around him as you let out a sigh of relief, the biggest smile curling upon your lips when he starts rutting like an animal, setting a merciless pace from the very beginning. While he first held your legs in place, Ino now puts his hands down on the mattress next to your head, basically folding you in half while he keeps on pounding into you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby, feels so good, so pretty for me…” Ino growls and brushes a strand of hair out of your face to get a better look at your blissfully fucked out expression, your eyes rolling in the back of your head with every thrust of his. Your sweet moans and whimpers are louder than the snow storm outside and awake something feral within him; all he can think about is how badly he wants to breed you, how he wants to stuff you so full of his cum till it’s dripping out of your throbbing core, how he needs to fill you up till you remember his shape forever.

“Close… ‘m so close…”, you mewl, that familiar knot in your core once again dancing on the edge of snapping. You’re melting underneath him, your vision getting a little blurry when you rest one hand on your tummy and feel his cock stretching you out so deliciously. The words falling out of your mouth are drowned out in needy moans and whimpers. “Gonna cum… wanna cum with you, Ino… love you, gonna cum, gonna…”

Ino lets out an airy laugh, not mocking but so full of love, overwhelmed by his own emotions. He leans down to kiss you again, and to push his cock a little bit deeper inside of you as well until he’s fully bottomed out in your aching cunt.

“I love you. Love you so much, baby,” he babbles, his hips stuttering by now while he also chases his high, his thrusts getting harsh and sloppy. “Sweet thing… taking me so well… gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want my cum? I love you. I love you. Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby, feels good, feels so good… I love your pussy so much… love you. Mine, all mine… ‘m gonna…”

Your legs slide down from his shoulders and wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer to you, as if he wasn’t already bottomed out in your core, seconds away from falling apart. He moans into your open mouth and after one more brutish thrust you feel waves of pleasure rush throughout your limbs, a numbing and tingling sensation exploding within you. You cum so hard, it makes Ino take a sharp breath and whimper as your cunt milks him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck when he cums shortly after you, spilling his hot load inside.

While your orgasm seems to last forever, neither Ino nor you make an attempt to move or pull apart, content in your tiny universe. The only sounds are your heavy breathing, your hammering heartbeat and the crackling of the fire wood. Ino still keeps on mumbling words of praise and adoration against your skin, until you muffle them with a kiss on his lips which he returns with equal passion.

You trace the scar on his forehead gently with your fingers while gazing into his eyes. They were a bit glazy, with the reflection of the flames dancing in them. Ino leans more into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand and down to your wrist. He doesn’t pull out, not yet, feasting on the feeling of you pulsating around his cock; his load and your juices slowly dripping down from where you’re connected.

“You’re not cold anymore, are you? I warmed you up really good?”, he asks with a grin and gently bites down on one of your fingers. His eyes sparkle with mischief. You let out a small chuckle. Sometimes he reminds you of a puppy, chewing on everything he could get a hold on, and so eager to get praised.

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” you think out loud and watch his eyebrows twitch in irritation. You laugh again and cup his chin with your hand, pressing another kiss on his lips. “I’ve heard it’s important to keep moving if you want to stay warm…”

Ino huffs and rolls his hips in response, twitching inside of you, getting hard again. He is so easy to tease, it’s adorable. His hands come down to your hips, and suddenly in one swift motion you’re lying flat on your stomach again, with Ino bottoming out inside of you. Being manhandled like this, plus the new angle, make you moan out loud and tremble from pleasure and overstimulation, and Ino clicks his tongue at your poor attempt to crawl away.

“Oh, I can keep you warm, my sweet,” he whispers close to your ear, pinning you down against the mattress. He lets out a small hushed moan when you arch your back further for him. “Will you be good and return the favor? Gonna let me keep my cock in your pretty pussy? You’re clenching so hard around me, baby, it’s like you never wanna let me go…”

There’s truth in his words, and that night, you definitely don’t let go; and when the sun rises again and the snow starts melting, nothing but love lies on the tip of your tongue, getting swallowed greedily by the one who has your whole heart.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ino x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma #ino takuma x you #ino x you #jjk x you #jjk reader insert #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines

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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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finallyyyyyyy remember that pregnancy/bareback kink you wrote before for law, sanji, and ace? Can I request the same prompt but withhhhh Killer and X Drake? 👀

(BUSTIN' MAKES 'EM FEEL GOOD: Pt. 2!)

Original request with Ace, Sanji, and Law:

NS.FW BELOW!

Killer

Oh shit, you two apparently share a kink or two! Killer's occasionally caught himself staring at your hips and stomach, wondering (or daydreaming) about what you'd look like with a plump pregnant belly. He'd try his best to keep those thoughts and desires a secret, though; the life of a pirate meant danger for not just him, but all of his loved ones. He wouldn't know whether to find a secluded island for you to raise your child, or whether to take you two with him so he could protect you two personally. He wouldn't be constantly worrying about you two and he could actually spend time with his family, but…the Victoria Punk (and its crew) was definitely not baby-proofed.

All of his long-term worries disappear though when he hears you crying out his name when he slowly enters you, specifically when you let slip a particularly naught bit of dirty talk that shocks him so much that he actually pauses for a moment to register what you just said:

"Fuuuck, Killer, knock me up, baby…"

"...Wh-...What?"

At first you're worried that you weirded him out, but the fact that you'd felt his cock twitch inside of you after saying that seemed a bit contrary to that. When you sheepishly say that you've always had a little, teeny-tiny fetish for getting filled up with his cum and getting bred by him, you feel his cock twitch once again and see the blush on his cheeks.

Before you can ask if that makes him uncomfortable, he buries his face between your breasts and nips his way up to your neck while he bucks into you at a passionate and feverish pace. In between the sloppy kisses he's giving you, he moans and confesses that he's secretly been fantasizing about the exact same thing.

As he quickens his pace, he murmurs praises and tells you in a low voice exactly what he's been wishing he could do for so long. He wants to feel your tight sweet little cunny wring every drop of cum from his cock, and see just how beautiful you look when you're knocked up--legs shaking, your entrance twitching as a few drops of cum manage to escape your overstuffed body…You've heart him talk dirty before, but fuck, he was being absolutely filthy.

When he finally bottoms out and cums inside of you, he's so overwhelmed by the feeling of warmth and pleasure that he just collapses on top of you for the entirety of his orgasm. His eyes are rolled back slightly, and in the moment he doesn't feel self-conscious at all about the blissful smile on his face as he feels his cum flooding your womb. It actually takes him a while to find the strength in his legs to pull out; to be honest, he might actually fall asleep cuddling you with his cock still buried inside you. Every inch of you is just so comfortable, inside and out~

X-Drake

YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM. When you first tell him about this kink of yours, he fucking blacks out and falls over the side of his ship. He'd always believed that using some kind of protection during sex was the "gentlemanly" thing to do, especially since he thought that pulling out and cumming on your beautiful body was disrespectful. So when you shyly tell him that you'd like to have him inside of you, he's absolutely shocked.

Once he's hauled back onto the ship, he can barely look you in the face without his cheeks turning bright red...and if you looked down, you'd notice his erection plain as day through those tight leather pants. He'd take you by the hand and quickly "escort" you to your shared bedroom and immediately lock the door behind you (a gentleman ALWAYS makes sure that nobody will interrupt he and his beloved during their…"intimacy").

He's a little ashamed of being turned on by doing something so vulgar, and part of him thinks he doesn't deserve to "stain" you by filling you up with his cum. But the more he imagines it, the more he wants to see it--to feel his cock buried all the way inside of you. And the animalistic, horny dinosaur in him really likes the idea of "marking" you as his by cumming inside you.

He's not going to leap dick-first into the main event though. In X-Drake's mind, he can, should, must, and WILL pleasure you with his mouth and hands until you cum for him at least once. Entering you before doing that? Pure blasphemy. The entire time he's eating you like a man starved for weeks, he's stroking himself with one hand as he anticipates entering you for the first time without a condom.

Even as he's lining himself up with you, he's softly murmuring that he'll stop at any point if you change your mind. When you writhe under him, whining desperately for him to quit being such a "gentleman" and to please, please put his cock inside of you, he's eager to oblige. He enters you slowly, holding one of your hands and burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide just how red his face is. The moment he felt your warm, gummy walls around his tip, he gasped and had to fight the urge to cum right then and there. He's always enjoyed making love to you, even with a condom on, but...fuck, this was better than he could've ever imagined. You're just so soft and warm and so wonderfully tight, and every little sensation coming from his cock was overwhelming.

He has to start at a slow pace to make sure he lasts long enough to let you cum as well--that's always what's most important to him in bed (plus, he's never been able to cum until you have anyway). When he increases his speed and repeatedly hits your cervix, he feels your walls clench around him as you let out a frantic moan, scratching his back with your nails as you reach your climax. The feeling of your nails on his back and your cunt tightening around him like a vice finally pushes him over the edge, and when he cums inside of you for the first time his mind goes absolutely blank from just how good it feels. His Zoan-animal instincts kick in without him noticing at first as he mindlessly fucks you through his orgasm, with his pupils becoming reptilian suits and his fingertips just barely starting to become scaly with claws.

When he finally comes to, you two are panting and shivering as you hold each other. He slowly and carefully eases his way out of you, and he shivers a bit when he sees a few droplets of his cum running down your slit. Wanting to make sure you're alright, he gently moves to spoon you under the covers and asks if he can get you anything--water, a snack, drawing a bath for you. You simply shake your head and rest against his chest, relishing in the feeling of his seed inside of you as you purr contentedly in his arms.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #ns.fw #killer #massacre soldier killer #x-drake #x drake #diez drake #female s/o #mine

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Hi, Could I get Number 59 „Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s „ from the kissing prompts for Buggy and a female s/o? I‘d be happy if you make it nsfw . Btw I love your work ;)

Writing Buggy smut was...interesting. I’m honestly not entirely sure if I captured his character very well, but I like to think he can act somewhat normal during sex. I’m a sucker for soft moments from typically not-so-soft people and it heavily shows here lmao Oh well, I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thanks so much for requesting x

warnings: explicit sexual content, very much ns.fw, potentially ooc Buggy content

Take Care of You (Buggy)

Word Count: 1994

"The prison look really suits you, Captain." (Name) snickered against her hand in amusement, eyeing her disheveled captain up and down.

"What?! Don't say such stupid things!" He yelled in his high-pitched tone that she had dearly missed, a hint of a blush adorned on his cheeks. Buggy wouldn't say it out loud, but he had missed that amused twinkle in her eyes. All the while he was greeted and welcomed by the rest of his crew, he couldn't stop thinking about (Name) and how he wanted to have a proper and private reunion with her. She was what kept him alive and thriving throughout prison after all, above all else.

Captain Buggy began spatting out orders as he waltzed towards his quarters, eager to change into his usual pirate garments and receive some medical attention from the ship's doctor. (Name) began feeling overwhelmed. The entire crew was alive, cheering and hugging their Captain as he made way to his cabin in grandiose manners, waving and kissing out to the crowd like a princess. Her Captain was back and she was determined to show him just how much she missed him.

Later that night, when the liveliness of the crew had died down and everyone was attending to their own duties and business, (Name) sneaked off to see her Captain. Little did she know, he had been waiting for her. The click of his door opening and instantly closing made his heart beat erratically in his chest.

His bare back was to her as he sat at his desk, lazily eyeing over maps and potential destinations for the crew now that he had returned. The feeling of her soft caresses against his shoulders brought him an ease he hadn't felt in months. The pads of her fingertips rubbed away all previous tension. She could feel the knots in his shoulders, the tightness in his muscles as her hands explored his back. Scars protruded from the skin; she was careful around the stitched wounds as they sensitive to her every touch. He didn't need to say just what he went through at Impel Down. She didn't want to hear it. All she wanted was to take care of her Captain.

She bent down to plant her lips on his jawline. She lingered there, inhaling his scent, embracing the stubble underneath her lips. His gloved hand reached for hers all the while he tilted his head to give her better access. Buggy sighed contently as he hadn't felt such a gentle touch in so long.

"I missed you, Captain." (Name) whispered as she pulled away to look at him.

He lifted her fingers to his lips, returning the affection to the tips of her fingers, "I missed you so much more. It was so hard..."

In the privacy of his quarters, Buggy was his quietest. His voice was always low, gravelly, and honest as he had spent hours and hours talking to (Name) about anything and everything many times before now. She was the person he felt most comfortable with, the one who made him feel truly himself at all times. They started off as true comrades, but their relationship quickly grew into something much more physical and intimate as time passed.

(Name) appreciated that she was the only one who could see their Captain like this. Her loyalty to him was boundless and even as the crew gave up on searching for Buggy while he was away, (Name) never ceased her searching for him. She didn't want to lose a single moment now that she had him here with her again.

Her fingers brushed his cheeks and he instinctively leaned into her touch, "But you prevailed. You're truly amazing. I had no doubts that you'd return. That you'd come back to me..."

He looked up at her with solemn eyes, grasping at her hands and holding them in his as he stood from his chair. His face was mere inches from hers as he eyed down at her, a free hand toying with her hair, "You've always believed in me."

She smiled up at him, "We all believe in you, Captain."

She stood on her tippy toes to peck his cheek, reassuring him that he was the greatest. He wasn't satisfied with this however as when she attempted to return to her stance, Buggy pulled her into him, his breath fanning her lips. A blush ignited her cheeks as she could see his eyes focusing on nothing but her quivering lips.

"I didn't get a chance to say it before I left and I don't want to keep it from you any longer. (Name), I love you. You kept me alive during my darkest hours in that god forsaken prison." A small smile graced his lips as he was too impatient for a reaction, instantly pulling her chin up to meet his lips.

The kiss was warming, all consuming as his arms wrapped around her and hers wrapped around him. They couldn't possibly pull each other any closer yet they tried all the same, bodies curving naturally into each other as they devoured one another. His tongue crept into her heated mouth, exploring every inch until connecting with her own, dancing and tangling together in heated passions.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, releasing his blue locks from the confines of his tight ponytail. His hair cascaded onto his shoulders, releasing his fresh scent that was intoxicating to (Name). She continued to scratch at his scalp, fingers getting lost in his mane as his kisses were making her breathless. Her hands trailed further south, planting themselves against his broad chest. With gentle pushes, she nudged him closer and closer to his chair, eventually pushing him down into it. Buggy pulled away from her lips as he found himself in his chair, eyeing up at her curiously.

"Let me take care of you, Captain. You deserve it."

A warmth spread throughout Buggy's body as she dropped onto her knees for him, crawling towards his lap seductively. She spread his legs open slowly, planting delicate kisses down his torso while she fumbled with the ties of his pants. He was already beginning to breathe heavily at her sultry movements. He was practically melting underneath her.

As she finished untying his pants, she pulled them down slowly, freeing his already hardened cock into the open air. Her mouth watered as she stared at it. Was it weird to have missed a dick?

"Oi, everything okay down there?"

(Name) shook her head and wasted no time in reaching out to grasp it, instantly pumping at it, watching curiously as trails of precum trickled down his head. Buggy's body jolted at the feeling, it had been so long since she's touched him, he didn't realize just how badly he missed it. She brought her lips to kiss at his member, her tongue leaving little kitten licks along his throbbing cock.

Buggy was never the best at holding back his noises, so he released his low, guttural moans effortlessly and shamelessly as she worked her magic on his cock. His gloved hand tangled into her hair as she took him into his mouth and began bobbing on him, the sloshing sound of cum and spit filling the air, "That's it baby. Mmm, it feels so good..."

She adored how vocal and praising he was, letting her know how good of a job she was doing. (Name) sucked his cock and fondled his balls until Buggy was a writhing mess underneath her. He was controlling her movements now, using his grip on her hair to ease her up and down on his cock. She could tell he was getting close as his movements were sloppy and his grip on her had only tightened. She was eager to have him release in her mouth, but was surprised when he snatched her head off of him rather quickly.

(Name) studied Buggy with curiosity. His eyes were clouded with desire, face sweaty and red hot. He maintained his hold on her as he caught his breath and regained his composure, "Not yet. Come here."

She complied by rising off her knees and crawling onto his lap in that big chair of his. The same chair he's fucked her in countless of times. His eager hands reached out to remove her clothes, fumbling with her shirt, pants, and undergarments as he removed them hastily, leaving her entirely nude on top of him.

His gloved hands caressed her skin, leaving goosebumps with every trail. She was still so beautiful. Buggy's lips attached onto her nipple without warning and she hissed at the sharp sensation. It was soon replaced by moans however as he licked and sucked at her breasts with adoration. While loving on her chest, Buggy's fingers toyed at her sex, prepping her pussy for his cock. His fingers slid in and out of her with ease, signifying just how wet and ready she was for him.

Distracted by his ministrations, she could hardly focus as Buggy aligned himself at her entrance. Desperately, he plunged himself deep within her, eliciting a loud cry from her as she adjusted to his size. A deep groan reverberated in his chest as she squeezed his cock mercilessly. It amazed him how tight she was time and time again. He wasted no time in picking up speed as he pounded into her with need. He needed her fully at this moment.

She cried out his name in praises, stroking his ego and encouraging him to fuck into her harsher, causing her to scream his name for everyone to hear. He continued this while nipping at her skin and fondling her, reminding her just how much he adored her, "I missed you so much."

While her body shook from his thrusts, she regained her composure. With heavy breaths she eyed down at him. Her hands that gripped at his shoulders eased him back into the chair. He looked up at her again, his thrusting ceasing ever so slightly as he tried to predict her next move.

(Name) shifted herself above him and grasped at his shoulders for balance, taking control of the movements. Buggy sighed contently, easing back as he allowed her to ride him to her heart's content. He watched lustfully as her breasts bounced up and down and she stared deep into his eyes, "Does that feel good, Captain?"

He gripped into her hips roughly, sure enough to leave marks, "It feels amazing. Keep going."

Buggy gritted his teeth as each roll of her hips was sending him closer and closer to the edge. The way she was so eager to take care of him, to make everything so perfect for him, he appreciated it and knew he'd have to properly thank her for that later. For now, he simply enjoyed how mesmerizing she looked as she rode him.

Her nails dug deep crescent marks into his shoulders as she was causing him to hit her special spot over and over, eyes rolling into to the back of head. Her movements became sloppy as she felt the knot tightening in her abdomen, "I-I'm close, Captain."

"Me too." he moaned out with eyes shut tight.

She pulled his face up to hers for a heated kiss while her grinding increased, "Come with me."

He pulled her body flush against his, deepening his movements inside her, causing (Name) to wail out as she clenched around his dick, coming undone for him. He followed suit just a second after, releasing his seed deep inside her with an echoing call of her name.

Their sweaty bodies remained entwined, sticking to one another as they focused on catching their breath. Buggy trailed messy kisses along her neck, lazily removing the hair that clung to her skin.

"Hey, Buggy?" she called out, face buried bashfully in the crook of his neck.

"Yeah?" the strange call of his actual name caused him to pause. They could both hear the loud thumping of his heart as he awaited her next statement.

"I love you too."

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efrmellifer · 4 years

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Wondrous Tails Twelve

Prompt: Alpha and Omega/Going Into a Heat (NS.FW), 2,174 words (...whoops)

Etien rolled onto her side, stretching, and when she felt the twinge, deflated with a sighing “oh, gods.”

“Is aught amiss, kitten?” Aymeric asked her, pulling her closer by her middle. “Oh, you’re positively burning.”

“Let me go for a moment, please,” she answered, voice low in pitch and volume.

He drew his arms back and Etien scooted away, sitting up on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair to gather it all back toward her frayed braid.

Her whole body was too sensitive, and her skin was hot, like Aymeric had said.

She had been dreading this moment. How she had avoided it in the autumn, when it should have happened, she had no idea.

Maybe it was because there had been no “autumn,” because there weren’t really seasons in this part of the world.

Either way, it was happening now. She flopped back onto her side of the bed, star-fishing as much as she could so her limbs didn’t touch, or touch Aymeric.

He sat up, leaned over her. “Etien?”

Gods, she loved looking at him. He was so… beautiful. She wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to have him hold her, pressing her against him until she whined because she--

She blinked, snapping herself out of it. “Don’t touch me. I’m not mad, just… don’t touch me.”

“Are you well?”

“I’m a healthy female Miqo’te of breeding age,” she said by way of answer. “I’m perfectly fine, but ‘well’ is not the word I would use for how I am right now.” She rolled away so she stopped looking at him, curling up into a ball. “I know you’re about to put your hand on my shoulder. Please… don’t.”

He pulled it back as if he’d been burnt. “Etien. This is beginning to worry me. Are you sure you are well?”

She rolled onto her back again, flinging her arm over her eyes. “Go to work, Aymeric. We can talk about this when you get home.”

He couldn’t stop himself from running a finger along the edge of her face, and she leaned into it the way she might a stream of warm water or a particularly pleasant patch of sunshine. “Do you think you should be better by then?”

“Even if I’m not, I’ll at least be more prepared to explain myself.”

He sighed, just a little. “If something is wrong, I would rather--”

Her voice was soft when she told him “Later. Go. I love you.”

He sat back, slid from the bed. Eventually, he got ready for the day and left.

When Etien heard the door close, she rose from bed, stretching her arms above her head, her tail out behind her, rolling her neck as she lengthened her body and limbs as much as she could, joints cracking.

She shook her head, trying to clear what little fog there was still floating around in it.

It was completely understandable, but still strange to her, that once he was gone, she was able to focus better.

But honestly, why wouldn’t it be that way? When she couldn’t see him, his thick, gently curling hair falling into those beautiful blue eyes, couldn’t hear his wonderful voice that could get her to do anything, smell that wonderful mix of vanillin and birch syrup, and those things she couldn’t name that made up his scent, couldn’t feel that soft skin so near and begging to be touched and bitten and—she was going to work herself into a lather again. She cleared her throat, even though no one was there to see her flushing cheeks and shifting hips and tried to get on with her day.

She put on her least exciting dress and started drifting around the house, trying to keep her mind on bland things.

She knew it wasn’t going to work, but it was worth a shot. If she stayed away from the bedroom, she wouldn’t think about making it the perfect den of love. She could deny the nesting instincts, the call of some vague sense of motherhood, if she didn’t stay put, if she read and cooked and made tea, and-- she needed some cold air in her lungs. She put on an outer thick enough she wouldn’t get sick or die of exposure, but that she would feel the wind’s bite as she walked, and she set out. She didn’t make it as far as she might have wanted, having passed Dzemael Manor with the requisite polite wave, raised a shaky hand to the people outside the Athenaeum Astrologicum, scurrying along the stones until she got to Fortemps Manor.

She had intended to speed up, to keep going and hopefully make it to Saint Reymanaud’s before she was spotted, but it was already too late.

“Mistress Mellifer!” The knight called. She wanted to ignore him, but if she didn’t turn around-- “Lady Borel!” Gods damn it.

Even worse was apparently all three Fortemps men had heard the knight shouting and now Edmont was looking out the window, Emmanellain was in the doorway, and Artoirel was already coming to her side.

“Etien, you may catch your death of cold, so unsuitably attired,” he chastised her gently.

All she could think was oh thank the Twelve, I really do see him as my brother, which wasn’t the most helpful thing to run through her mind when she was being lectured on not endangering herself in such frivolous ways, and “What would we ever do without you? Eorzea losing her hero, and us our sweet little Etien—think of Aymeric, won’t you?” but it could have been so much worse.

“I had to run a quick errand,” she fibbed, though now she wondered if there might be herbs at the Crozier to help her, “I’ll do it and run right home for a bath, Artoirel.”

“Good.” He rubbed her arms and let her go.

When she’d returned from the Crozier, it was mostly empty-handed, though one merchant who had just come from the border of Coerthas and the Twelveswood had some calming herbal blend.

Etien recognized it, from days in her youth, so at least she knew it was safe and effective, and now she was settling into a hot bath full of the stuff.

It wasn’t going to make the fire go away, but at least… it would keep her calmer until Aymeric got home.

She luxuriated in the tub as the frustration began to melt away, but even so, she was wishing a certain someone was enjoying the water with her.

She didn’t wash her hair, though she did rub a little soap into the thick fur of her tail, being careful to avoid too much pressure on the base, lest she make this whole soothing ritual be all for nothing, and then, the door opened.

She was dried and dressed before Aymeric had made it all the way to the back of the house, a little more attractively dressed than she had been in the morning, ready to greet him (and hoping to plant an idea in his mind).

She gave him a chaste kiss, and he practically collapsed in relief.

“You had me afraid I would never again get so sweet a kiss, my dearest.”

“Oh, you can have more than that.”

Aymeric cocked his head, curious but unwilling to press.

“...how much do you remember of your research about Miqo’te, Aymeric?”

He blinked. “A fair amount.” A hand came to his mouth, almost as if he were going to chew his nails. “Am I… not pleasing you? I wish you had spoken up, you deserve nothing but sheer rapture at every--”

“Aymeric. Aymeric.”

“...yes?”

“You’re doing, uh, fine. Better than. More like,” she huffed quietly, shoulders deflating when she realized subtlety wouldn’t get the job done. “Do you remember reading anything about heats?”

His eyes widened. “I thought those were usually in the autumn.”

Etien shrugged. “Well, yes.”

“Ah. Did the eternal frosts…?” His eyebrows rose now.

Almost blushing, Etien nodded. “Also yes.”

“You could have said!”

Now she looked away, hugging her arms to herself. “I could have. But if you had given me an ilm this morning, I would have taken a malm.”

“Take all of me you need, my dearest.”

Her hands balled to fists in the front of his shirt as she pulled him to her for a much more passionate kiss.

“Am I to assume--”

“Shh,” she soothed as she started heading back toward the bedroom.

“So what do I do?” Aymeric asked when he was more suitably undressed. “I am more than eager to help you, my love, but I remain as clueless now as I was the day we met.”

Etien laughed, flopping onto the bed unceremoniously, her skirt rising up her legs as she did. She beckoned him closer. “This is more like our days in the Shroud than the nights we spend here, do you understand?”

At the recollection of the memory, Aymeric nodded, swallowing thickly. “Are you sure?”

The fiery look in Etien’s eyes cooled to a soft glow. “Darling. Yes. I wouldn’t trust anyone but you to do with me as we did, as I’m asking you to do.”

“Well…”

“Please,” she pleaded, and the desperate tone spurred him to action.

“Guide me,” he begged. “I want to do this correctly.”

Etien took a deep breath, rising from where she reclined and getting into a more… usual position on her hands and knees, skirt lifted and then the whole dress gone. “The only instruction I have for you is to act like you want me bearing your kits by your nameday.”

Aymeric tried to stifle his shock, grabbing her hips as if he were any kind of prepared for this (but oh, he did want to help her, to please her).

He pulled her closer, pressing himself against her and feeling her spine straighten, then feeling her press back even further. Oh, the poor thing. Had she been like this all day? No wonder she hadn’t wanted to be touched. “Have you no more instructions for me?”

She nodded once. “If you feel the urge to bite me, do it.”

He sank into her like it was the only place he belonged, and the way she arced under his hands, her voice turning to a caterwaul the likes of which he had never heard had him stilling in worry until she said, breathlessly, “oh, all day, I’ve wanted you here, wanted us like this.” That gave him the assurance he needed, and what had been hesitant motions turned to an unrelenting yet smooth rhythm.

No moan after that first ever fully left her throat, and Aymeric was worried that was somehow his doing, that perhaps he was doing this wrong. However, when he ran a hand down her back, curling it around her tail with just enough pressure, he pulled the first fully-realized sound from her.

The second came just as easily on its heels. He bent, covering Etien more fully, and bit her like she had asked, just near the junction of her shoulder and neck (close to the same place, now that he thought about it, as he had last time they had done this), and got an emphatic, “gods, yes,” from her.

“How… how does this usually end?” he asked her, feeling that coil within him ready to snap, but worried she wasn’t quite so near to fulfillment.

“If you’re close, good,” she panted. “You should rest.”

“Not until you have been satisfied.”

“Oh, Aymeric, you sweet thing. We don’t have that kind of time.”

He withdrew from her. “Can I at least… see you during this?”

“Would it please you?” She asked, already turning around.

He laid a hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it, starting to purr. “I’m not your Nuhn, dear-heart. I’m your husband.”

Etien lay back against the pillows, completely open to him and gleeful when he dove into her arms, kissing along her collarbone and nipping at the spot where the swell of her breasts began.

His hand trailed down her stomach, lower and over her mons veneris, until he pressed against the bundle of nerves below. He wanted to ask if that was any good for her, but he didn’t have the words.

He was astounded at his own sudden bashfulness.

Luckily, Etien let out a soft moan that encouraged him, and he kept at that until her breathing was hitching in that way he loved.

When she had settled, when he had pulled her close to him and the covers over both of them, she sighed. “Well, we survived day one.”

“Shh,” he soothed. “I will be here to ease you through however many more follow.”

She gave a sleepy smile. “I know. This is the first time I’ve--” she yawned-- “looked forward to this.”

“I pray you will whenever it next comes as well,” he murmured, petting her hair, “because I will take this much care of you every time.”

#Wondrous Tails #Aytien #birching and moaning #WE WON AFFECTIONATE NAMES BINGO!#Aymeric calls her literally every pet name he has for her it's crazy #also I'm not saying Nuhns don't love their mates just- look he's trying #fic

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imitorisus-a · 5 years

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“ Quiet, my lionheart ... I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, you do not wish to be heard, do you ? ”

beneath a layer of fevered flesh cascading along every curve and dent that made up joints and muscles , desire flared and coiled to lover’s sensual touch as they grace ivory knight’s starved build . where want simmers and claims writhing porcelain form under a magnifying weight , an expression of sniper’s strain offers itself at a mere glance . overwhelmed by a breath of ecstasy that seized him at the fault of the Hiragi sovereign , pleasure becomes apparent through strings of moans and , inevitably , betrays . knees nearly buckle where they stand . spine to chest ; skin to skin , smaller form eclipsed by beloved’s larger frame , effortlessly submits to the power of gratification as it spreads and shackles him in place . in their trembling state , slender digits blindly reach back to claim pressed fabrics dressing General’s thigh ; to his left , other palm found leverage atop the slick surface of the desk . a defiant groan rolls at sniper’s throat in response to leader’s muttered demand , equally gentle and knowingly smug in delivery ; they both knew very well such a request would not be met so long as the King of Men remained buried deep inside his partner like this . accompanied by the sensation that came of the tenacious grip placed between his thighs , young soldier had become the portrait of desperation reduced to panting man , unraveling at monarch’s performance .

head lastly finds itself tilting far back , falling and resting into partner’s broad shoulder in its inevitable excretion . ❛❛ . . . aha . . . y-you’re just . . . loving this , aren’t you . . . ? ❜❜ not to be mistaken with a question ; the foster knew this to be a matter of fact , after all . though allowing his eyes to close in a moment of caught breath , and therefore depriving himself the chance of witnessing it , he could practically hear that smug smirk of his in every word spoken . leave it to the Hiragi to become so complacent about it . a pronounced stroke does well to suddenly silence the jester though , clammy hand instinctively tearing itself from against the desk to find the taller’s wrist in abrupt clutch ; the culprit to most of his undoing . ❛❛ a-ah . . . ! ❜❜ a winded gasp found him this time sharp ; breathless . ( fuck . . . ) despite growing impatience , there was no denying or hiding just how good his ever-so-direct lover made him feel . turning head just enough , kiss-swollen lips claim the family head’s in fueled lust .

❛❛ . . . less than fifteen now . . . ❜❜

@decernimus / unprompted ns.fw

#decernimus #‘ ☽ ──── ❝ INBOX II. / answered ’#‘ ☽ ──── ❝ IC. / he gazed at the evening sky and beyond the stars ’#ns.fw #‘ ☽ ──── ❝ DECERNIMUS. / the forbidden fruit he uttered forever to ’#( i meant to finish this last night but wasn't feeling 100% )#( i had fun writing the gay tho <33 )#( se.x before a meeting is literally the definition of kureshin haha i love it )

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prydefully · 7 years

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SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: thats honestly so hard to pick. instinctively i wanna say illyana but this god damn garbage ship lancitty has taken over my life and i blame @avalanchiing lance just makes kitty so happy and i love it

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: its hard for me to think of a place where i’d draw the line. im iffy about nsfw stuff, but certain dark subjects like manipulation i’m willing to explore.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: it depends on the ages of the individuals, like a 10 year age gap between a 40 y/o and a 50 y/o is ok, but a 18 y/o and a 28 y/o is gross imo. and ofc, pedo////philia is a no-go.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: yes and no? rping isnt all about shipping, but if something works, it works, and i’m all for it.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: essentially when things are getting pretty confirmed in that direction, i fade out.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: i mean, my current ships are with lance alvers, matt murdock & dick grayson, which are all great and i love them. i dooooo also ship kitty with illyana rasputin, rachel grey, and karen page but nothing with those is currently active. however if anyone wants to hmu ;))

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: i’d prefer there to be some discussion, yes. and please don’t force it!

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

i love it so long as the circumstances make sense and the chemistry exists!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: middle of the two tbh

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: sorta? i singleship per verse, so while i do have multiple ships, they’re contained to one verse each

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: i’m always a slut for scott/emma

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: memes, threads, sending random shit to my ask box, rolling into my im’s and saying “hey x and kitty should make out” and i’m probably already interested

tagged by: u mean snatched from @cxntseemtomiss tagging: you reading this

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caemthe · 8 months

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the stars aligned so here are a few things about everyone's favorite puppyboy

Cú Chulainn is a really sweet, playful, and affectionate guy, which is even more obvious when he's in a relationship. So it's rather unexpected that, instead of being soft and pliable for his partner once things start getting heated, he's actually a really passionate and insatiable man. A part of it has to do with his divinity as he's still a demigod with inhuman stamina. It takes a lot to exhaust him and could easily spend hours riding his partner if said partner was able to match him. But it mostly has to do with the fact that he's a ravenous wolf that wants to consume, mark his partner as his and only his, and feel alive.

He likes to use his unnatural strength to manhandle his partner, to either pick them up and throw them onto the bed or keep them locked in one position with his thighs. It doesn't matter if his lover is much taller than him, he'll still pull them in whatever position he wishes, which is usually him on top. He will hold their hands so they're unable to cover their mouth and have no option but to look up at him. He wants to tattoo the memory of his touch in his partner's mind so, even if he's no longer around, they'll think of him, they'll remember him.

That doesn't mean Cú is always dominant or in the mood to make a complete mess out of his partner. Since he usually feels a bit bad for being too 'mean' after coming down from the high, he lets his partner do as they please with him a lot. He'll be the obedient and submissive sweetheart they expect him to be. He'll bat his eyelashes and be the perfect lamb for his lover to feast on. He'll be the cheeky brat who bit more than he could chew and got 'punished' and humbled as a result. He'll make all of his partner's fantasies come true, but once it's 'his turn', he's going to take as much as he gave. He's going to ruin them... and then kiss their face a million times. It's only fair, right?

He's loud and sees no point in hiding how good his partner makes him feel. Kissing is a way to make him more or less loud, but never put a hand on his mouth. That also applies to non-sexual situations, he loathes it. Finally, Cú heals unnaturally fast so hickeys, bruises from grabbing his hips too hard, and even bite marks rarely stay on his body for more than a couple of hours. He loves being marked, even in parts that won't be covered by clothes so it's a shame that they never stay for long on him but his partner is always more than welcome to renew them. And he loves to bite but he's usually much gentler when he does than what he allows on himself. He would like to be gentler with the scratches he leaves on his partner's back and arms too, but he can't control his strength when he's feeling good.

Bonus: Once in a relationship, he'll always acquire a strap that is one ( 1 ) centimeter bigger than what his partner is packing. He's making a point.

#cu. ° ( lancer. )#hc. ° ( shooting star. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ i just think he's a bag of surprises

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caemthe · 10 months

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Just a passing thought but sometimes Ferdiad gets greedy as fuck when he's eating out his partner. It gets to the point where they're weakly trying to push him away, saying they're too sensitive but Ferdiad either glares at them and holds their thighs tighter (if he's in a mean mood), or gently kiss and nip their inner thighs until they let him go at it one more time.

#ferdia. ° ( avenger. )#ferdia. ° ( saber. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#hc. º ( mini. )#/ ferdiad: i deserve a little treat. -scene changes to cú sneezing and going ????-

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caemthe · 7 months

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@rexpyre said.º

“i promise i'll be good.” // wolfgang

The fire crackled in the vast room, dry wood snapping and gasping its last breath, adding to the sparkles in the fireplace before turning to ash. It was a soothing noise that could easily get lost in the back of his mind as he read a book or composed a new song. On most nights, the calm fire was a pleasant source of warmth for a man whose touch was the same as winter's breeze. But not tonight. The fire danced on its own now, serving as the only source of light and witness of what happened in that room that night until the sun rose.

The white noise was replaced with the soft gasps and small sounds his lover made. Warmth wasn't enough to describe the way it felt to touch and caress Ignis' skin. It was as if Ignis was an entity of fire, making it possible to hold and kiss a flame without ending with burn scars. And Wolfgang, incapable of warmth, had always been greedy for the ever-consuming fire.

The vampire hummed, cold lips ghosting over Ignis' jugular as if scanning the area to decide where to bite. A light kiss was placed at the hellhound's throat, tasting the vibration of their voice before the words left their mouth. “Is that so?” He inquired, an eyebrow lifting as if he didn't really believe his lover's words. “But good boys stay still and don’t make a mess like this,” the vampire calmly said as the hand resting on the hellhound's pelvis wandered lower. Slender fingers carefully traced the veins on his lover's shaft, but then wrapped tightly right under their oozing tip. It was almost impossible for one to not shudder or jerk at the suddenness of his actions, but Wolfgang still punished the hellhound for failing to follow his commands.

Instead of gently rubbing his thumb over the tip of their cock, he pressed hard on it, forbidding more of the transparent liquid to come out, touching directly on almost too sensitive nerves. He couldn't help the brief yet sadistic laughter against his lover's neck, finally letting his teeth sink enough to pierce the skin and draw blood as hot as a volcano. The tight grip on the head of their cock loosened but the tormenting didn't, dragging nails over sensitive skin, focusing all of their attention on the tip regardless of how the hellhound moved their hips to get away or get more of his touch. He could sense the slight change in their moans and breathing, see their muscles tense and beautiful eyes close.

So, all of a sudden, he stopped.

“Good boys are patient and don’t complain when their master decides they had enough,” was all the explanation the vampire offered in a gentle tone to the pitiful whimper he got from the hellhound. It would be a waste to let Ignis get what they wanted when he was having so much fun watching them crumble and struggle to follow his orders. How long until they forgot about their pride and let him see their most vulnerable side? How long until they got louder and he could hear them whine like a puppy? How long until those pretty eyes turned glassy and he could see his own reflection on them? Wolfgang has been dying to find out ever since he first laid eyes on the man and saw hopeful eyes and soft smiles.

Time lost meaning when he was having fun ravishing Ignis' body. They were like a new musical instrument for him, playing it for his own amusement, quickly learning what to do to make it produce the sweetest sounds. He was making a mess out of them tho. What began with coy, almost invisible nips turned into crimson bite marks all over the hellhound's neck and shoulders, making them dizzy with his venom. Their warmth had spread to the vampire, his touch no longer cold, the hands kneading and pinching his lover's chest eliciting soft moans and shivers from the man underneath him. His slow yet precise thrusts had the intent to push the hellhound closer and closer to the edge. And he could see the want and concern in those beautiful eyes, the fear that he would deny them again, the hopefulness that he would show mercy this time around.

"What should I do now? Do you think you've been good enough tonight to deserve a reward?" Wolfgang asked with a gentle voice as always, but he rocked his hips harder with each word that rolled out of his mouth. Ignis looked breathtaking trying to hold the last pieces of their cracked composure together. Truly, big men like them were the most fun to break and turn into a mess. One of the hands fondling the muscles of their sides and chest moved up, caressed their cheek, and grabbed their chin so they would look up at him. "Tell me."

Seeing them tilt their head to the side and offer him the unmarred side of their neck drove him wild.

Until the fire died and the ash turned cold, until his lover stopped clinging to him and didn't try to meet his thrusts, until loud and lascivious moans turned into small whimpers... he didn't stop. Basking in the warmth of a spent and overwhelmed lover, burning in his memory the sight of the cutest of puppies in the form of a completely ravished man, Wolfgang leaned down just enough to place a light kiss on their throat. "Good boy."

#rexpyre #amadeo. º ( caster. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ i wrote this thinking of that au in which wolfie is a bastard and seduces ig lkjhghj

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@deityforged .º

Many would call the charioteer a madman, chastise him for having no sense of self-preservation, but Láeg never particularly cared for the opinion of others. Not when it came to these things, at least. Like the many times he got too close to the Otherworld, he stayed quiet. Without telling others, he slipped away, disappearing from the world for a night. There was someone he agreed to meet in secrecy after a few stolen glances, touches that lingered a second too long, and conversations that edged on dangerous territory.

“i want your fingers inside me.” golden eyes flutter under long lashes as tigress adjusts herself on the corner of bed, hand beckoning for the other to come closer. pearly whites flash in charming smile as she lifts up the hem of her dress for easier access, eyes never leaving his face. "you think you can do that for me~?" ( @ laeg, sorry she's filthy )

"Only my fingers?" Where there usually was an unexpressive, deadpanned look now rested a lazy yet charming smile adorning his features as he walked closer to the bed. After taking off his shirt, he made space for himself between powerful thighs, sitting at the feet of the bed, always looking up to her. "I'm quite good with my mouth as well. I would love to be allowed a taste." Playful kisses were placed from the side of her knee to her inner thigh, stopping just before he could kiss her center, breathing her scent. Head tilted to the side so he could rest it on one of her thighs, waiting for Ashmi's answer, letting his long fingers ghost over her mound and sex. Maybe he was supposed to earn the right to eat her out first?

He could work with that.

Láeg liked taking his time with his lovers for the night. He made them moan and writhe under his touch until they forgot all that happened outside of the four walls of their room. Láeg adored his lovers like it would be the first and last night they would spend together, and as if they would never cross paths again. The truth was that he preferred it that way. These connections that spread like wildfire and burned in the blink of an eye, playful encounters with no victims that will remain through time as pleasant, secrets to reminisce and laugh about when no one is around.

He drew slow circles over the hood of her clit as he worked his lover for the night open, alternating between kisses and light bites to trembling thighs whenever they tried to close around his head. Láeg was quite the fearless man, slowing down each time he sensed her breath hitch and clench tight around his fingers, dragging her back from the edge no matter how close she was. After the third time, he had to stop himself from showing a rather sadistic smile to the tigress. So, instead, he dropped his head low and lapped at her sex with the flat of his tongue before taking her clit in his mouth. He had teased her enough, memorized the way her back arched and her growls of annoyance when he edged her, he couldn't wait to see more of her.

Green, lustful eyes looked up to meet her gold ones, maintaining eye contact as he lapped on her sex. He kept at it until he felt her muscles tense, hips following the rhythm of his ministrations, slender fingers pressing up against the spot that made his lover moan the loudest for him each time. He didn't stop when dangerously sharp claws grasped his head, he had no intention of stopping for a good while. His lover's body arched, her voice grew in volume as she finally reached her peak and allowed herself to fall. Her hips twitched but Láeg didn't stop, locked in place, accompanying her through the waves of her orgasm until he dragged the last sparkles of pleasure from her.

But even after sweet moans turned into whines from the overstimulation, he didn't stop. Of course Láeg wasn't going to stop just yet, he had worked hard to earn this, so why should he stop when he could finally taste even more of her? Despite the hissing as a warning and stinging on his shoulders, which he couldn't say he minded at all, he didn't stop until Ashmi started pushing him away. 'Cute'. Even then, he couldn't help but want to tease her more, nipping ever so lightly on her clit and pressing up against her g-spot a couple times before finally pulling away. Only then did the charioteer notice that he was breathless and his right arm ached, but it mattered little to him.

It seemed Láeg had left his sanity next to his shame outside as he still slid his sticky fingers over Ashmi's sensitive sex, watching the woman shiver and jerk away when he pressed too close to her clit. "Did I do well enough?" A question that was uttered with a gentle voice, as if he didn't take sadistic pleasure in seeing her shiver. But, as well as he masked his voice, the hunger in his eyes was crystal clear, burning in his mind the way her chest moved up and down. The man pushed himself up and entwined his fingers with hers, looking down at golden eyes for the first time with a patient smile. "I would like to adore every part of you. Can I?" Láeg was by no means a predator, the glint in his eyes could never rival that of a tiger, but his desire was great and honest, a slow force that pushed and trapped until his partner gave up.

#deityforged #laeg. º ( rider. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ me writing laeg like that™: sorry for what :Ic

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The truth is that he didn't think much of it. Before he was claimed by his mate, the wolf was used to being approached and having drinks bought for him before he got the chance to turn the strangers down. But it seemed this one mercenary knew little of the meaning behind claiming marks or the scar on his shoulder was hardly visible anymore due to how fast he healed. It mattered little to Cú, he simply laughed since he found it funny that the guy was trying to flirt with someone who was very much taken. What a silly man, surely they would be apologetic and embarrassed once he mentioned that he already had a mate.

But he wasn't given much time to do so as, all of a sudden, strong arms hugged him from behind, a familiar weight leaning onto him in a possessive way. Ruby-like eyes gleamed with curiosity and delight as he looked up to his mate. His usually laidback and carefree mate now looked... annoyed, to say the least. It was the first time he saw Kerberos bare fangs and growl at someone. Obviously, the mercenary was quick to disappear from their sight and Cú knew he should've scolded his mate for being irrational and reassured them that he was theirs and only theirs.

Instead, he found the whole situation amusing.

"Did you actually get jealous because of that?" was the first thing that left Cú's mouth as he wagged his tail. The teasing continued throughout the night, the wolf relishing in his newly acquired knowledge. He said things to purposely make his lover frown and then immediately kissed their jaw and cheek so they wouldn't growl. He was having so much fun, taunting Kerberos was always so very fun.

And he could only snicker once they were back home and his mate didn't waste any time to get rid of their clothing. Between the soft and playful kisses he gave Kerberos here and there, Cú commented on how desperate they were, how easy to read they were, and how endearing they were being right then. He nibbled on the gemstone on their forehead before cupping their face in both of his hands and saying: "What a hopeless puppy you turned out to be. Who would've imagined that the mighty Kerberos had such a cute side?"

Kerbie here, mouth open, ice cubes melted to allow his fangs to not melt through Cu's skin - but his teeth sink in any way because he's balls deep in his lover. Stretched over his lap, and held at his mercy with hands under thighs and teeth in his shoulder - sank until the gum in a brutal but much animalistic need to mark and tame his bratty mate in his place. Filling their vacant womb with nothing but his thick and heated seed, whilst also renewing his bites scarring with a much more violent looking mark, since today - of all days. Cu got flirted with.

His throat was already hoarse from how loud he was that night. It was impossible to stay quiet when his mate was so determined to make him gasp for air and scream their name. His body ached from all the different ways in which his mate stretched and folded him, but Kerberos still showed no signals of stopping. The wolf couldn't do much more than take it, whine, and tighten around the cock inside him whenever his mate closed their jaws on his neck and shoulders. He wanted to scratch and make a mess of his lover's back and arms as well, but those deep, powerful thrusts forced him into submission. And, even if it burned and his skin would feel too tender to wear a shirt for at least a day... he was loving every second of it.

"Kerberos," but his whining was met with possessive growls and, in response, he ended up showing his throat more, silent pleas for his mate to mark him more. A familiar heat tingled in Cú's lower belly, the wolf finally melting in his mate's arms after being filled for... he lost count of how many times they messed him up. He was aching all over but he didn't want Kerberos to pull out. The possibility of being empty, with nothing to keep his mate's hot seed inside, made him whimper pitifully and try to fit more of their cock inside. He wanted, needed it. It should be impossible, his body only was that accommodating when he was in heat, but he wouldn't be surprised if such rough fucking had sent him into a false heat.

That line of thought excited him more than he would ever admit.

The wolf was burning up, exhaustion soon replaced with greediness and the need to be filled deep inside, deeper than the small bulge on his pelvis, deeper than what he usually could handle. It was an itch he couldn't scratch and only calmed down when the tip of his mate's cock kissed his womb. If he had the strength, he would turn them around and ride Kerberos so they would always bully that spot inside him that hurt yet made him see stars. But he was too weak and pliant now, only able to clench down hard and whine in an attempt to keep his mate's cock inside. Head turned slightly to the side, he kissed his mate's jaw and whimpered: "I'm yours, only yours, so, please, don't stop."

It was going to be a long night.

#nvrcmplt #cu. ° ( lancer. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ cú will eventually get his revenge™ so consider kerbie's days counted uwu

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“they’re gonna catch us—” ((for of your choosing maybe?? >> ✨️

nsfw prompts • accepting!

They were supposed to return to the camp after checking the perimeter. At least that's what the Avenger heard the Caster say to the summoner. But once they were far away from everyone else, when all that could be heard were the sounds of nature and running water... It was nearly impossible to keep their hands to themselves.

A large, black cape spread over the grass, a see-through shirt ripped apart and robes lifted just so the Avenger's hands could wander as much as they wanted. Only Ferdiad and the moon would bear witness to the privilege of seeing the disheveled state of the most beautiful man on earth. But it seemed Cú Chulainn's mind wandered somewhere else, somewhere that shouldn't matter when it was just the two of them. The Avenger momentarily stops kissing his 'secret' lover's neck but doesn't let go of their thigh, keeping the Caster's legs open for his personal access. "And that's a problem because...?"

But he didn't give the Caster any time to argue as he curled his fingers upwards, pressing on the spot that made his lover's breath hitch and throw their head back. If they rolled their hips in a poor attempt to get away from the overwhelming sensation, it mattered not to the Avenger. He kept pressing against the most sensitive spots of his lover's clenching walls, lazily moving his thumb over the hood of their clit. "If it really worries you, you can use runes to keep the others away from this place." But he doubted that the Caster was actually listening to him. Ferdiad always knew what to do to make a mess of his lover and send them over the edge in record time. He never used that against the Ulsterman but this version of the Connacht warrior had no qualms about taking whatever he wanted. And all he ever wanted and would ever want was the petite and beautiful man coming apart underneath him.

"But this excites you," the Avenger servant laughed as he added a third finger and stretched his lover enough to be able to take him. Ferdiad could tell they were getting closer and closer, dripping wet for him. Whether it was due to the riskiness of the situation, his rough ministrations, or the knowledge of what would come next... it mattered little to the Avenger, he was just pleased that Cú Chulainn would always be weak for him. "You wish for all to see that you belong to me," he taunted, a whisper meant to be heard just by the lover that would act cold to him before others.

Ferdiad had always indulged his lover, making them greedy for pleasure, and not once denying them the sickly sweet taste of release. That's why it came as a surprise when, all of a sudden, he stopped bringing them closer and closer to the edge and, instead, pulled his fingers out. The pitiful whine he received in return did little to sway the fir domnann. "But you're right. They could find us like this and you don't want them to see you coming apart for a monster like me, right?" Ferdiad knew he was cruel for throwing their words back at them when they were already aching for him, when they needed him to fill the emptiness in them.

The Avenger sighed when he finally pulled his cock free from his pants, hot and heavy, he let it rest over his lover's mound. It would always seem quite impressive and mesmerizing how he managed to fit inside his cute lover. But they weren't fragile nor made of glass. Cú Chulainn was a being of fire and unquenchable desire only Ferdiad could satisfy, so he would always make it fit and they would welcome all of him. Slick gathered at their entrance as he pressed the head of his cock against it. He felt them pulling him in, inviting him to slide all the way inside and make them scream. He had always known they were made for him. "We should just stop here and go back before they start wondering what is taking us so long."

Desperation and frustration looked lovely in those crimson eyes. He had to stop himself from grinning in amusement as he watched a myriad of emotions and thoughts go through his lover's flushed face. But regardless of how much they begged him with their eyes, he didn't budget, he didn't indulge them, he didn't let them get away with what they wanted. Instead, he leaned back so their bodies didn't touch anymore. That seemed to be enough for his lover to realize he wouldn't budge unless they spoke.

Seeing Cú Chulainn give in and admit to wanting him, admit to being only his, and admit to wishing for others to see that they only belonged to him satisfied a sadistic side of Ferdiad he didn't know he had. The redness on their face as they spread themselves open for him was just as lovely as the way their hole twitched for him, inviting him to come in. It's all the Avenger wished for and more so he didn't make himself wait and, without any warning, slammed his cock inside his partner for a rough night to begin.

Choked moans and fractured screams of his name were like music to his ears. The forest grew quiet as the Avenger forced his lover to grow in volume. A wild thing that was tamed in his arms as he fucked them into submission or a pliant sweetheart that greedily took all he offered until it was too much to handle, the Avenger found them perfect as long as they were underneath him. Even after they came apart on his cock and started whimpering from the overstimulation, he didn't stop. He carried on until he had his fill and all that could be heard in that previously silent forest were the slap of skin on skin and the moans of a broken voice that repeated 'I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.'

Indeed, Cú Chulainn was his, only his.

#corrchoigilt #ferdia. ° ( avenger. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ carefully takes one ( 1 ) cascú in my hands. and yeets one fucked up ferdiad your way lkjhghjk

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“ . . . dia . . . “ Soft breath would brush past their ear. “. . . Fer . . . d . . .” More incessant this time. There was no mistaking the eagerness in the voice. “Wake up . . . there’s something I want to show you.” The sound of shifting sheets echo in the quiet of their shared room as snow-white thighs come to straddle just above his waking lover’s hips. Delicate hands, ones deceptively strong as they knew, reached forward to cradle Ferdiad’s jaw. A tender touch and tender kiss to lure them further from their slumber.

He would wait until he saw even just a sliver of blue to peak out from beneath that blonde mop. Just a brief, if still sleepy, gaze until he righted himself to proudly present his surprise. These thin strips of dark fabric and lace. A revealing show of silk and sheer that pressed lightly into his skin.

“Do you think it suits me?” He coos, that same hand from before now tracing down his own abdomen as his face flushes a deep red; one shade in self-consciousness. Two in a quickly mounting excitement. And the third in what could only be an unmistakable affection that seeped from his every action even with his half-lidded gaze.

“The day’s almost over. I wanted to give you this sooner but I never got the chance.” Delicate hands now trail down hips. Then thighs. Resting there for a moment to play with the lace before trailing to Ferdiad’s chest.

He leans forward, speaking low as if to tell a secret for their ears alone. “And I did wear this all day, you know. Underneath my robes. Thinking of you, and when I could show you.”

A soft voice first pulled him from the land of dreams to a limbo where he couldn’t tell if he was awake or not. It called for him again, making him shift in his sleep and hum. That familiar and warm voice called for him one more time as gentle hands cupped his face and finally, the Connacht warrior woke up. A drowsy smile adorned his handsome features as he opened his eyes and blinked, once, twice. Blue eyes like a clear sky took a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light. While his sight was blurry and drowsiness lingered on his body, Ferdiad held his lover’s hands and kissed their palms. He wasn’t quick enough to steal a second kiss when they leaned down to kiss his face but that was fine. They had wanted to show him something, right? He blinked again and he could easily distinguish the figure of his lover in the dark, see pale and divine thighs locking his hips in place, locks of silky hair resting gracefully over the bedsheets.

Cú Chulainn leaned back to better reveal their gift for him and Ferdiad forgot whatever he had wanted to ask or say for a few seconds.

So the Connacht warrior blinked once, twice, and then lifted a hand to rub the sleep off from his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Because he knew his lover didn’t fancy these... these... Gods, was he deserving to have the most beautiful man on earth sitting on his lap? He brought a hand to his face again but this time to partially cover it as a dark blush warmed his face. Torn between looking away to get a hold of his racing heart and having his eyes locked on the beauty on top of him, Ferdiad stumbled with his words. And maybe he didn’t make any sense when he tried putting into words how breath-taking his lover was right then, but hopefully (surely) they understood him just by looking at the devotion in his blue eyes.

Cú Chulainn traced the muscles of his chest, slender fingers electrifying his skin as they drew invisible lines that burned him. Ferdiad’s breath hitched at their naughty revelation, holding himself back to not push his lover onto the bed. “Cú Chulainn.” Ferdiad growled low, turning his head slightly to meet his lover’s gaze before they pulled back once again as if they were playfully trying to get away from him. “Why must you incite me like this when you know I can’t resist you?” The adoration and devotion in his gaze shifted, turned darker, and vibrated with lust that was only restricted thanks to his tangible body. He was going to devour them and, when blue met crimson, he could see their own bubbling excitement, he could tell that it was exactly what they wanted. And it’s what he wanted as well.

But Ferdiad had no need to sate his hunger immediately. No, he wanted to take his time unwrapping the gift given to him and pulling his lover apart until the only things they could do were whine his name and pull the bed sheets in a desperate grip.

His touch was almost delicate when he sat up like he was holding the most precious and fragile thing at first. Feather-like kisses touched his lover’s lips, kiss their lovely face, and then followed an invisible path over flawless skin, nipping Cú Chulainn’s neck and lightly grazing his teeth over the black fabric that covered their chest. He changed positions so he could lower his lover to the bed and caress and nip at the ribs that became visible with each heavy breath they took. Following the white land of their abdomen, Ferdiad found himself gripping his lover’s soft thighs and pushing their legs up so he could look at them.

“Stay still,” it was the order he gave them before loosening his grip and caressing white skin covered by black fabric, so thin that he thought might break if he wasn’t careful enough. Soon, the journey of his hands ended at the place where his lover’s thighs connected. He could see a damp spot forming at the center of their black underwear even before tugging underneath the fabric to pull their lips apart. His lover twitched for him and while he was tempted to press inside them and collect the slick quickly wetting the soft fabric, Ferdiad had patience. So he let go and instead lightly caressed their clothed mound until he could see the shape of their nub poking the thin fabric. He pressed his thumb above it and slowly rubbed circles around it, pressing lightly on it until Cú Chulainn started squirming.

“I said stay still.” And even though hot breath came in contact with his lover’s clothed sex, Ferdiad’s intense gaze gave a silent reminder to not disobey. His lover whimpered and their thighs fell over his shoulders, which he allowed. So he returned to pressing his thumb over their clit, slowly sliding downwards to their wet heat, further spreading them open for him. His free hand caressed his lover’s thigh and fidgeted with the band of their thigh highs until he was able to pull on it and kiss their unmarred skin. He noticed that Cú Chulainn’s breath had become more laborious and that they were trying their best to stay still. But he didn’t consider it a problem until toned thighs closed around his head and smaller hands gripped his hair to pull him down.

So Ferdiad stopped, unmoving for long enough to let his partner tense up and consider apologizing or coming up with an excuse.

But he didn’t give them enough time to actually say anything as he bit hard down on the tender flesh of their thigh hard enough to draw blood. His jaw slackened, leaving behind a bite mark that would fade soon, staining his lips red until he licked his lips and tasted the metallic and unique flavor of half-divine blood. “I think I told you to stay still,” he finally commented after a while but he didn’t hear any complaints from his beloved even though he could see them pouting due to the inflected pain and for being denied their release. That endeared Ferdiad so he decided that he wouldn’t ‘punish’ them anymore.

He was just going to eat them whole. ~ ❤︎

“Really, what should I do with you?” The Connacht warrior laughed softly as he passed his fingertips over Cú Chulainn’s sex and hooked a finger in their underwear to pull and get rid of it. He hummed in appreciation as he better accommodated between his lover’s thighs and noticed how wet they had gotten for him. Parting open their lips to display their entrance, Ferdiad leaned down to drag the flat part of his tongue from their oozing hole to their sensitive nub. His lover’s breath hitched and Ferdiad had to hold himself back laughing when he noted that Cú Chulainn stopped themself from grabbing his hair again. So he did it again, again, and again, never taking his eyes away from his lover’s crimson gaze. Finally, his lover jolted and a loud moan that ended in a whimper abandoned their throat as he continue to lap their entrance.

“That’s one,” Ferdiad finally said as he rested his head on his lover’s thigh. A dreamy smile adorned his handsome features but there was nothing dreamy about the promise in his eyes. “How many do you think you can give me tonight, my beloved?”

He dragged the second one out of his lover by holding their hips down as he focused solely on their sensitive nub, sucking and circling his tongue around it till his lover cried out for him. Their broken voice was like music to his ears. He slid two fingers inside their soaking wet hole for the third one, pushing them close to the edge and then dragging them back to the start line. He was almost rough at first, tickling that rough spot that made his lover clench tight and have to be held down to stop them from rocking their hips against his hand. But, when they were close, he slowed the pace. Then he did it again. And the last time he didn’t stop gently patting their g-spot even after he tipped them over the edge. He didn’t stop until Cú Chulainn was sobbing from how overwhelming the sensation was.

They were going to have a long night and Ferdiad’s favorite place was between those perfect thighs.

Eventually, the Connacht warrior sat up and cleaned his mouth and jaw with the back of his hand. He was out of breath and he was thankful for his impenetrable skin as he knew that, otherwise, his back would be a mess of scratches and thin, bloody lines. He stayed true to his silent promise to make a mess of his partner until his jaw ached and his shoulders cramped. A lesser sacrifice that wasn’t even worth mentioning when he saw how dazed and tender his little love had become. Long and silky hair that was usually styled slicked back had become a mess of blue locks that were beautifully scattered and displayed all over the bed. The top and bottom of their lingerie set had long been discarded, the few things that remained were thin gloves that had already been ripped in some parts and a lace choker. His lover’s immaculate face was flushed red and wetted with tears and drool. Like this, Cú Chulainn was simply irresistible.

So he pulled his lover closer by the hips so his cock, heavy and thick, rested on their pelvis, just a casual reminder that he wasn’t done with them yet. He couldn’t hold back the laughter when his little love sobbed, as he didn’t know if they were exhausted, begging to be filled, or both. “Is something wrong? I just finished unwrapping my gift so I was hoping to play for some time. I can do that, right?” He asked with a smile as he leaned down to kiss his lover’s beautiful face and let them wrap their arms around his shoulders. He guided his cock to press lightly against their oozing entrance and felt their hole twitch around his length even before putting the head in. “See? This place can’t wait to welcome me inside.” The Connacht warrior teased as he placed a hand on his lover’s pelvis and pressed down on the spot where a bump would show once he got inside them.

Ferdiad paused for a moment to place a sweet kiss on Cú Chulainn’s forehead, a small reminder that, even if he made a complete mess of them, he would always put them back together. A reminder that they had nothing to worry about.

And then he was groaning as he pushed inside his lover’s sex, a shiver running down his spine due to that delightful and welcoming heat he had denied himself until now. He stopped when they tightened around him, thinking that he had to take things slow due to how sensitive his lover was. But, instead, they wrapped their thighs around his hips and pulled him deeper inside them, clenching around him as if they were trying to get revenge for all he put them through that night. It seemed he had underestimated the voracious appetite of his beloved, but that was fine. “It really drives you wild when I’m deep inside, doesn’t it?”

He was an insatiable man too.

#corrchoigilt #ferdia. ° ( saber. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#drabble. ° ( my equal. )#/ I GUESS! how many paragraphs can i write about fer eating out cú? click here to read the full article on-#/ these two are so cute so cute so cute so- o(-(

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High King Ferdiad in his fantasy verse whenever he's given a new tower of paperwork: "I should be doing my boyfriend instead of this bullshit."

#/ ok this is the last one I SWEAR!#ferdia. ° ( avenger. )#crack. º ( running wild. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ fer vc: every day i'm greeted by more paperwork on my desk instead of cú waiting for me to eat him out... i can't do this anymore #/ it's crack because ferdiad would never say any of that out loud. he would only think it uvu

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Cú Chulainn should’ve known better than to poke too much as it wasn’t the first time Kerberos had shown him what happened when he chose to be a tease, but... Well, he didn’t really have a compelling argument. He just loved riling up his boyfriend, never stopping to think about what would occur once the breaking point was reached and they were alone. Living in the moment, arousing Kerberos just to slip away before things got more heated, giggling and feeling his heart jump at their visible frustration, that’s how the young model rolled.

And that was exactly how he had spent the last couple of days but, in his defense, it was his way of dealing with a taxing week. He was cute at first, finding ways to surprise the other man with a kiss or snuggle whenever he had the chance, a bright smile always adorning his beautiful face. But as days passed, said cute smile acquired a mischievous glint to it and so did the various little things he did to get his partner’s attention. Slender arms would wrap around their waist and travel all the way up to caress and pinch their chest or trace their perfect V-line and toy with the brim of their pants for a short while before announcing he had to leave for a photoshoot. The little things escalated over the days without noticing, and then he was inviting them to his last photo session of the week.

It wasn’t the first time he wore next to nothing before the cameras, but it was the first time he tried on lingerie. It was for a luxury brand that was captivating the scene with its mischievous sultriness behind an innocent front. Cú couldn’t have been more fitting as the face of the brand. And while he took his job seriously, ruby-like eyes would often find themselves meeting golden ones. He would momentarily disappear whenever he had a break, just to steal a few kisses from his partner. Sometimes the kisses were chaste and sweet. Other times, they were needy enough that he nearly forgot how delicate the strings of pearls of his lingerie set were.

But, finally, the session was over and he was free to go. Perhaps because he was just as clingy as his boyfriend or because he wanted to tease them until the very end, he took the opportunity to sit on Kerberos’ lap on their way back. Playful kisses and small bites were left on his lover’s jaw and neck, shameless since the vehicle’s windows were dark. But, if Cú wasn’t so overjoyed with his little ‘victory’, he would’ve noticed the lack of response from his usually clingy boyfriend. That should’ve been his first warning that his teasing crossed the line and that there would be consequences once they were alone.

The young model couldn’t remember how they exactly reached the penthouse, but that wasn’t relevant. He couldn’t stop himself from giggling when he was practically thrown onto their large bed. Clothes quickly ended on the floor and his soft laughter was interrupted by hungry kisses and low moans. Eventually, Cú pulled back and rested his arms on Kerberos’ shoulders, head tilting to the side to feign innocence. “Is everything okay, babe? You looked particularly restless today. Were you bored waiting for me?” He laughed again once he was pushed onto his back. Teasing Kerberos was the best.

But laughter ceased and was soon replaced by small gasps once sharp teeth grazed over his chest. Cú tilted his head back and arched his back, face reddening, while Kerberos nipped and tasted his small breasts. He didn’t have to press down on their shoulders to make them move lower, already following the invisible path to his navel and pushing his legs open and up so he had no option but to expose all of himself. He covered his face with both of his hands, flustered by his current position and the intensity of his boyfriend’s gaze. And yet he was already dripping wet, his hole glistening with desire and begging to be stretched and filled. As much as he loved to tease Kerberos, they weren’t the only one who had been frustrated the last couple of days.

A mewl abandoned his lips once his boyfriend flickered their tongue over his sex. He wanted, no, he needed them. Kerberos started licking more insistently, inching closer and closer to his clit, drawing mewls and moans from him. Forgetting about his momentary shame, Cú gripped the bed sheets with one hand and used the other one to caress his partner’s hair, gently moving their red bangs aside. His breathing quickened, moans turned into a soft whining, and his hole fluttered around nothing. He was eager to be filled and used for his lover’s pleasure but said lover was more interested in tasting him.

But weak to pleasure and unable to even move and writhe as he wished, Cú could only whimper and mewl until his lover passed their tongue over his clit and sucked on it. It was then that his voice became louder, cries of pleasure filling the room as his lover focused solely on the place that made his toes curl. It was too much. It didn’t take long to make him scream and shudder through an orgasm that sparkled between his legs and ran like electricity to the rest of his body. Drawn out until he was whimpering from the overstimulation and weakly trying to push his lover aside. “W-wait, I’m-!” sensitive! Yet that only seemed to excite his stubborn boyfriend more, who wasn’t stopping even though pleasure laced with something that wasn’t painful but it was too much for him.

The pleasure returned but all of the attention given to his core felt more intense now. But his lover wasn’t giving him time to rest and he could already feel a second orgasm being forcefully drawn out of him.

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Kerb's jaw ached but he couldn't care less as he licked, sucked and growled against the heady wetness of his lover. Thigh fat between his fingers held his soul, his knees bruised on the carpet but he didn't need comfort as he held his beloved open. Folded on themselves as he gave them nothing but the pleasurable greeting he's been after for the last few days.

Cú whimpered as his lover pushed him over the edge and lapped his opening dripping with slick and need. Despite the attention given to his sex, his hole still was empty and clenching around nothing. The need building in his body only became more desperate when his lover lightly pressed their thumb on his hole, teasing him even though he needed them to slam their cock inside and fuck him until his mind went blank. “P-please,” Cú sobbed even though he had already figured out that this was his punishment for all the teasing he had done during the week. “K-Kerberos, please.”

When Kerberos finally released him, Cú was almost in a daze. He barely noticed when he was turned around so his head was at the edge of the bed, but his lips were quick to part open once his lover pressed their throbbing cock on his cheek. With eyes closed, Cú didn’t even have to be told what to do before he was leaving a trail of kisses on it until he reached the tip. He was far too gone to notice that he had moaned due to how large and heavy it felt in his mouth. Alright, he was going to be good and obedient now.

#nvrcmplt #cu. ° ( lancer. )#au. º ( haute. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#/ bratty puppy learns actions have consequences. more news at 11 #drabble. ° ( my equal. )#/ i GUESS!! once it hits 1k it counts as a drabble idk o(-(#𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚋 • 𝚌ú. º ( 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 • 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 )

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