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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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Somnus Lucis Caelum & Gilgamesh First King & First Shield

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“Hm. I don’t think so.”, Somnus hummed at Leander’s worry about a long battle. Leander was right in the aspects that followed. Emmanuel’s forces were not really his, they would be shattered easily.

“We will just… free Emmanuel’s armies. They will follow us. They will want to fight for my cause, it is so much greater than what Emmanuel offered them. And along with them, Jaycob’s forces should not be a problem at all. His fanatics will lose their heads once I cut Jaycob’s off of his shoulders.”

The descending night greeted them as they stepped out of the ruins. The waiting soldiers had lighted some torches and made way for Somnus and Leander with bowed heads. They knew better than to make Somnus question their stances once more.

Somnus threw the artifact, the crown, carelessly towards Nikolaos.

“There, we keep that. Maybe we can fashion it into a weapon. Think about it.”

There was a small spark in Leander's chest. However brief or fleeting, it had been a feeling inspired by Somnus... it was something close to fear. He understood that his love had been shattered through the rebellion. That something broke inside him when is own men rose against him from whispers and rumours.

But this kind of talk? The King that stood in front of him cared not for the betterment of the people. He cared for power. Control. Leander gave a simple tilt of his head at first — because how was he supposed to respond?

"It will be a long battle." Leander conceded. "The armies of the north rely heavily on slavery, their numbers are not of loyal warriors, but of displaced souls forced to march. They will fold quickly, of that I am certain, but when Jacob's army of fanatics arrive..."

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It was a little dilemma. Two kids, too young to properly direct their emotions yet… not that Somnus had any idea of it. He just looked absolutely started at Leander suddenly looking so angry and sad at the same time. He was upset.

And then he said something that upset Somnus in return. Like oil being thrown into flames. Somnus sat up right away, offended at this indirect insult. It was strange. He would have gotten up and stomped away with anyone else. But with Leander…? That really stung. And he wanted to stick around. So instead his little brain overfired and Somnus shoved against Leander’s shoulder.

“I’m not cruel! You are!”

Leander barely caught his breath. It still felt thin, like he couldn't fill his chest properly, and Somnus was suddenly upon him in an angry fit. He flinched back a little and stared at the other boy like he didn't recognise him.

This wasn't his kind Somnus. The one who helped him when he didn't understand things that were so simple to those with a palace-raised education. The one who played so sweetly, with such a warm smile on his face.

Suddenly his own little nose scrunched as pinpricks of tears burned in his eyes. "At least I am not cruel." Leander replied. He looked away with a wet sniff and crossed his arms defensively.

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Leander was right, with everything he said. And yet Somnus seemed to barely care. As if Leander wasn’t talking about devastating and long-lasting wars that loomed at the very horizon.

“Oh, Jacob better comes. I will await him with open arms – and string him up right beside Emmanuel. After that… we will see. I always thought Lucis was not stretching far enough to the north.”

He knew Jacob was an opportunist. But Somnus would just shatter his kingdom, too, even if Jaycob surely only had interest in felling Emmanuel. It did not matter. He was unworthy in Somnus’ eyes. A cruel and old man, who should have been removed for the better of the world for a long time now.

“I will expand our kingdom further than anyone did before…”

Leander offered a simple shrug at first. Well, yeah. He longed for exactly that... however he wouldn't have called them a mindless distraction. Not that he had the chance to touch on the subject.

Instead he creased his brow in concern and gave a small tip of his head. It was a question without a verbal question. The expression on his face begged Somnus for more context. What kingdom...?

"... I'm glad you know this is only the first war. The moment you go to war against Emmanuel, Jacob will use it to an advantage." Leander commented with a trailing sigh. "This has been a long time coming though. It's the war no one wanted to start, but no diplomatic solutions have worked."

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Aerith @holyguardian doing her signature hands-clasped-head-tilt at Somnus

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Leander… ran away. Somnus gave a little surprised hiccup, when he stumbled forward where his friend had just been. Stomp, stomp, stomp and… he was gone. The Prince blinked a few times, the lights around him dissipating – before he darted after the other boy.

It was strange how far Leander had run. But Somnus followed. Though there was a little anger in the young Prince’s face, as he stood beside the farmboy that laid in the grass.

“What is the matter with you? You can not just run away and leave me alone! Didn’t you say we were friends? Friends don’t do that!”

It was a little egotistical… and yet Somnus saw no issue with that, before he knelt down next to Leander and held his little angry face right next to his friend’s.

“You are not very brave…”

Leander couldn't seem to gulp down enough air. He didn't realise how claw-like his grip was on the Prince's hands, all tensed up and gripping with fear as he shook his head. Not fine. Definitely not fine.

The sudden blinding light almost helped — for a moment, when it blinded him.

When Leander could see the room properly though? How small it was? Finally he remembered how to uproot his feet and use them. He pulled away so suddenly from Somnus that the Prince would probably be pulled a step as he ripped out of his gentled careful grip.

Those little feet of his practically flew up the catacomb stairs, and kept on flying, out of that little courtyard and well onto the grass where he fell down into a heap on his hands and knees breathing hard.

Then he sunk back and tossed his head to stare up at the sky. The bright open sky, endlessly spanning in every direction. Oh, thank the Astrals, he was free again...

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Somnus hummed as he walked back through the underground ruins that would lead them to the surface once more. The camp of the soldiers was a small ride away and they would return victorious. Of course. He turned the relic in his hands, trying to figure out of what use it could be. Leander‘s suggestion, though, made him scoff a little.

Turning half around, he gave his ‚shield‘ an amused glance.

„Do you long for some mindless distractions?“, he asked, as if Leander had suggeste something completely outlandish.

„We can indulge in such later… first we have a kingdom to fell.“

He had thought about it for a while, but now his conviction was made up.

„The witch hunter king shall be first. Emmanuel. What a weak creature… I will teach him the true extent of magic and rip the crown off of his head. His lands will be the first I add to Lucis.“

Somnus seemed amused at Leander startling away like this. A thin smile playing around his lips, as he let his hands fall down.

“Do not be foolish…”, he whispered, instead his hands came up to cup Leander’s face, holding his head in place – for a moment. The edges of the relic surely pressed into his skin a little, where it was soft and vulnerable. His cheek, his neck. But Somnus’ thumb ran so gently over Leander’s face.

“You are so much more than a mere farmboy. You are my right hand. You are my closest friend. You are mine…”, he whispered and pressed his lips to Leander’s for a brief moment. Sweet, soft, full of reverence. And then he slowly let go, smirking a bit, before stepping past Leander, waving the relic almost carelessly as he walked up the stairs again.

“If the Astrals dared to touch a hair on your body, I would teach them fear.”

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Some could have said he was careless. And unempathetic. But… Somnus was also very young. Like Leander. They barely counted six summers, the world was big yet. And full of new things and the unknown.

An excited gurgle came from him as the tomb spanned over their heads – just a little more and he could show Leander the cool carved stones and symbols!

“Lea-“, he started, finally looking back and only then… only then did Somnus see how pale his friend was. How much he shook. And how hard his breathing was.

“Leander…?”, he asked, turning around and carefully reaching for the boy’s other hand, too.

“Are you fine? What is it? Is it the darkness?”, that seemed to make the little prince perk up, as he closed his eyes and focused – producing a dozen little balls of light that danced around them like stars, illuminating the entire tomb.

“See! Don’t worry! I chase it away for you!”

Leander's other hand reached to grab at the wall. To steady himself, though also to try and anchor himself there — it didn't work, he didn't have anything good enough to hold onto. "Somnus!"

The first few steps into the catacombs weren't so bad. But that quickly changed once they were well past the threshold. The walls seemed to squeeze in and the roof felt like it was lowering on top of them.

In his mind he was screaming out, no no no! But those words didn't rise from his chest. His little chest that struggled now with quickened breaths. Leander wasn't in any danger, not really, but he was panicking. And in the middle of a panic episode... it almost felt like he could die... like maybe his breaths weren't enough and the air was so thin.

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Somnus seemed amused at Leander startling away like this. A thin smile playing around his lips, as he let his hands fall down.

“Do not be foolish…”, he whispered, instead his hands came up to cup Leander’s face, holding his head in place – for a moment. The edges of the relic surely pressed into his skin a little, where it was soft and vulnerable. His cheek, his neck. But Somnus’ thumb ran so gently over Leander’s face.

“You are so much more than a mere farmboy. You are my right hand. You are my closest friend. You are mine…”, he whispered and pressed his lips to Leander’s for a brief moment. Sweet, soft, full of reverence. And then he slowly let go, smirking a bit, before stepping past Leander, waving the relic almost carelessly as he walked up the stairs again.

“If the Astrals dared to touch a hair on your body, I would teach them fear.”

His own head nodded once, deeply, earnestly. That is what he truly believed. Ever since the night of the traitorous rebellion... Somnus no longer regarded his life as anything of great importance. He had been reckless. Wild. Even now, he challenged a relic of the Astrals, something that held immense power and importance if it were fashioned into a crown.

Leander searched Somnus' eyes. His old friend... his love, truly believed the words that spilled from his mouth. He spoke of the Astrals power obeying his will. He would be a liar if he didn't admit it sent a chill up his spine.

But not more-so than Somnus suddenly holding the crown over his head too. "Strike me down." Leander flinched away. "No. You're the true King, you wear the crowns. I'm just a farmboy. You know the Astrals would rip my soul to shreds."

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“Pfft!”, Somnus chuckled – he really did not seem to grasp that Leander was in fact terrified. Whether it was of the dark or the tomb itself… neither thought crossed the young Prince’s mind too much. And maybe that was the problem. Somnus was used to getting his way as a little royal. He was spoiled. So far only his parents or his brother had given him ‘No’s as answers. If at all.

Childish and ignorant merciless attitude he showed here – as he simply dragged Leander along and past the threshold of the tomb. At least the first step.

“Come on! It is amazing! I will show you! You have to see it!”

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There was nothing smart left to say. Somnus was determined to make a descent into madness and Leander's sandals were firmly planted on the gravel of the courtyard rather than the smooth stone stairs.

He cast a small look past the other boy. He was the Prince, so really, his word should overule everything. Yet they had a lot of fun together. Like equals. At least until now, where that power sloooowly began to tip.

Leander's eyes whipped back to his playmate. "I AM NOT!" he declared. Which he wasn't. The darkness, perhaps he should have been more frightened of that, the Astrals knew how much his parents warned him about the dark and the importance of fire lights and never letting the fire burn out.

His eyes widened a little. In the sunlight, they were almost gold like honey, and as Somnus grabbed hold of him instead they began to desperately look to and fro. "I don't think this is such a good idea! I mean! We should stay right here, I'll play your boardgame properly this time!"

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“Looking for death?”, Somnus repeated with an amused tilt of his head. His fingers came up again to delicately grab the ancient crown, lifting it from his head again, so he could muster it for a few moments. As if some object could bring him death. Hundreds had tried that already, Maybe, a thousand. And they had all failed. Nothing could bring him death, not that easily.

Looking back to Leander, Somnus’ smiled a smile that could reach his eyes – but left little place for warmth.

“Do not worry, Leander. There is no need to shield me from such… it belongs to me. It honours the Astrals. It must obey me.”, he explained, before lifting the crown again and holding it barely above Leander’s dark unruly hair, looking to him.

“Do you want to wear it, too?”

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Leander sucked a sharp breath through his teeth. He wanted to protest. Even stepped forward to reach for his King, daring to cross a line that no one else would — ever since the rebellion, Somnus had become untouchable. Godlike.

Yet he didn't move quick enough. His hand came to rest at Somnus' forearm too late, a gentle but concerned hold. If anything happened to his King, then he would share that fate, curses and all...

Somnus didn't seem to take it so seriously. He turned with the airs and graces of the King that he was. Though Leander stood right there, he never felt such a distance to his old friend. There had been a shift in him. One that he was still grappling to accept.

"... you have always been good enough." Leander answered truthfully. Nothing changed that. "Somnus, please let me do my duty. How am I supposed to shield you if... if it seems like you're looking for death?"

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Why the hell do I get slapped with fanart of a fandom that never interested me and will never interest me constantly these past days. On several sites. Stop. Staaaahp.

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SOMNUS LUCIS CAELUM

@evolutioncry showed me how to make gifs and I'm thriving

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[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them. / From my ffxv Zelda!

The young woman, who had joined the group around prince Noctis. And while Somnus did not have too much faith in how scattered the young heir and his friends were, he had to hope for the best. After all they were fabled to end the prophecy.

Mustering the girl, Somnus held his arms crossed. He knew about her and her lands. After all, he had spent two millennia on Eos. Bahamut had chosen him specifically to lead this lineage.

She had noticed him, looking back. Somnus tilted his head a little, before unfurling his arms and setting out to walk a path that would lead him past her.

“You better listen closely to what they have to tell you.”

The Astrals. She would know.

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