#cw usfw

[koiifiishy]

tentative share... be nice or else

[fenanera]

🔥 + what's the most pleasurable part of going down on a partner for him? :')

spice meme | accepting

I KNOW YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT THAT JACK O'CONNELL GIFSET. me too. anyways. I think it's hearing his partner's enjoyment. Quiet or loud, he wants it all, but I think he particularly enjoys the sounds that don't mean to happen. The surprised little gasps and the like. And it's never on the expectation that he gets a turn; he just genuinely loves it.

[littlehoundthings]

❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo .( @wolf-of-etoile ) --- And there it was. David was standing in his bedroom in front of a mirror, nude, but he was holding a strategically placed sheet. Well toned and he had a bit of hair on his chest. There was no caption to accompany it. But the next message was a belated second behind. shit I tapped the wrong person I'm so sorry ashe The man was usually much neater with his texts...

Make Ashe blush! {Accepting}

" ....Uh huh." Ashe stared at the image on his phone for a long moment, quirking an eyebrow. Huh. Now he was deeply curious who this WAS meant for.

...Probably don't need to think into that too much.

Ashe's fingers swiped over the digital keyboard--

Nice nude. Maybe try lowering the sheet a tad. Give a little tease of the base. A show, if you will. A tasteful showing of cock.

[devilishdanse]

The box is elegant, wrapped with a dark blue velvet ribbon. The card, immaculate:

"For you, my darling.

Noticed you were cold the other day, thought this might help."

Vox's handwriting is distinctive--sharp and clean, neat with just an edge of flamboyace. He doesn't need to sign it. Besides, the box has been left on Valentino's vanity, in his private quarters.

And inside...

A set of wearable vibrators, in various sizes and shapes, all remote controlled.

Only the best for his baby, after all.

What was this? A gift? Oh, and the perfect blue ribbon. . . Valentino hooks a gold tipped claw into one of the loops, twirling the ribbon round and round until it tugs the fancy work free. His sub-set of hands lifts the box while the other primary one takes the card. The box was small, so he doubted a new robe lay inside for him, but maybe it was one of Vox's own garments. That fancy fucker knew which were his favorites, after all. . .

"Just for me~?" Valentino opens the lid at least to get a look at his prize. Heat immediately floods him, wings vibrating as he hastily fumbles to replace the lid. "THE FUCK?!" Now, he was no amateur when it came to toys or sex itself, and it wasn't the receiving of them that startled the Overlord.

Kitty makes her way over, too curious for her own robo-good. "Get the fuck away! Go do something useful, like make me a cocktail!" It takes no convincing to prompt her into action, happy to oblige his orders. Valentino drops onto one of his plush settees and opens the box again. "Hmph. At least they're a pretty color.~" A grin splits across his features as Valentino dives into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

You gonna' hold onto the remote and keep me warm, babe?

There's only one person who could possibly receive that text.

[hrpyhare]

SINDAY & WHAT'S PACKIN'. in most of liri's MAIN verses, especially those that allow alteration magic, liridona is a hermaphrodite ( intersex ). she can & typically does possess both sets of genitalia, giving them the ability to please & engage in sex in various ways as they see fit. in addition, while their preferred appearance aligns with female presentation, liri is capable of adjusting to present masculinely as well.

[hyliadestine]

[ AFTER ] our muses initiating another round the morning after their first time.

𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 , vision of morning rays coming into focus. bare body beneath sheets stretch , ridding herself of morning haze. it is only when the feeling of him against her skin reminds her of the night before. body flushes warm , cheeks staining pink. memories come flooding back , body responding with heat. the thoughts of his touch , his mouth. it's all consuming , all she can focus on. she watches him for moments , the steady rise and fall of his chest. after everything , how lucky they are. a hundred years had past. how unreal it all seems. how different it all seems. their happiness is allowed now , a new era of peace. rebuilding everything , it could wait. how selfish it seems , to pursue her own happiness in this time. but after everything , all @herodestine had given ? do they not deserve a moment of rest ? she moves to stride his hips , resting gently there on his chest. the sound of his heart beat like a lullaby. face nuzzles into the crook of his neck , gentle kisses pressed there against his skin. his name uttered , a soft whisper. she works her way up , lips pressed against his jaw. they continue their path to his ear , gently nipping at his lobe.

[owlstronomer]

Borderline voyeurism is something that can be applied to Stolas. He loves the idea of almost potentially being caught in intimate / explicit situations, but not exactly actually being caught. To emphasize or give an example to this. . . . (and yes, running off of the Sinstagram post), Stolas would absolutely delight in a remote vibrator / vibrating underwear, with his partner having control over the remote. Whether they are in public or private, doesn't matter. It's the thrill and building anticipation of pleasure occurring at any given time, with unknown intensity, etc..

[koiifiishy]

Prompt Synopsis: you visit the infirmary to bring eris some homemade lunch. CW: typical DoL warnings, graphic smut (oral) Minors DNI. Misc: you/pc insert x li eris - mid range love, trust and lust. reader leans a little more assertive in this. two smut versions for amab and afab readers. no pronouns used for reader. word count ~1836.

There were often times where you were unable to find Eris in the canteen come lunch. You had once asked him about it, and he had admitted that he sometimes skipped eating in favor of taking a nap in the infirmary. You could understand the draw of having someplace safe to rest, but you also thought it wasn’t a good idea to skip meals, which was why you had packed something a little extra for lunch to share with Eris today. You left the canteen and made for the infirmary instead. Sure enough, when you asked the nurse if they had seen Eris, they nodded and told you that he was already using one of the curtained off cots.

“Would it be alright if I waited here for him?” You asked, then raised the container of food you had prepared. “I’m worried he hasn’t been eating.��� The nurse seemed reluctant to allow you to stay if you weren’t in need of the infirmary’s services, but at your insistence they finally agreed.

“Fine, you can stay for the-” they checked the clock, “remaining 20 minutes, and then both of you need to leave.”

You nodded and quietly brought one of the waiting area seats with you. You settled down in the curtained off space with the boxed lunch in your lap. It hadn’t dawned on you before how odd it would feel once you were behind the curtains with Eris. It felt almost intimate, like a shared secret; granted, he wasn’t awake yet so he wasn’t really in on this secret – but that just gave you an even bigger sense of a thrill. You took a moment to look him over. 

Eris’ size never seemed to matter when he was awake - his personality made up for his lack of stature - but as you watched the slow rise and fall of his chest you couldn’t help but be aware of how small he was. The way he curled into himself, with only his cardigan draped over his sleeping form, it made him seem that much smaller. You found yourself reaching out and brushing some of his fringe out from his face, pushing the dark strands behind a pierced ear. His brows pinched at the touch and he stirred. It was probably for the best that you didn’t mess with him too much while he was asleep. 

Just as you pulled away, the sound of the infirmary door being flung open startled you. Whoever had come in seemed like they were in a rush to get help from the nurse, and spoke in starts and stops. You could make out that there was some kind of issue that needed their attention, and although they seemed reluctant to leave their designated room they eventually agreed to go with the person. You heard the door open and quick footsteps making their way out, while the other pair took their time. The nurse lingered just long enough to tell you they’d be back soon but for now they were going to lock up the infirmary while they were out; “I’ll be back before the 20 minutes is up, so no funny business.” — and with the sound of the door being locked, you were left alone, with Eris. 

“It’s going to be impossible to fall back asleep after all that noise.” You jumped slightly in your chair at the grumble beside you. Looking back to the bed, you saw Eris was awake now. His face scrunched in barely contained irritation, eyes closed and brows knit together. He stayed like that for a minute longer, before he slowly pushed himself into a slumped over sitting position and threw you a tired look. “And what’re you doing here? Is something the matter..?” 

You were quick to shake your head in an effort to assuage any budding concern. “Nope, nothing’s wrong. Unless you count you skipping lunch, again.”

Eris raised a brow at that, clearly not following your train of thought. You sighed. “You haven’t been coming to the canteen these past few days, so I made you something to eat.” You showed off the boxed lunch now held between both of your hands. “I was gonna wait until you were done with your nap to give it to you. Y’know, to make sure you actually ate it.” 

Eris blinked at your words, before turning away sheepishly. He couldn’t exactly refute anything you had just said… 

“Thank you.” He mumbled. You shrugged and replied that it was no problem. “No, really - I know I’m not the best at… taking care of myself when it comes to things like this, so I appreciate you caring.” He ran a hand through his bangs, giving you a better view of his face before his hair fell back into place. He was looking at you now with a slight blush touching the tops of his cheeks. “You were gonna wait until after my nap… and we’ve some time still, before the nurse comes back… so, do you maybe. . . want a reward?” The suggestion came as a surprise to you, but not an unwelcome one. 

“What’d you have in mind?” You asked, trying to stifle the eager smile that began to unfurl across your lips. Eris hummed as if in thought, before he sat up more properly and scooted away from the head of the cot. He pat at the space right in front of the pillow.

“Well, you came to feed me... So – lie back and let me eat.” He stared at you with intense red eyes, before cocking his head in invitation. Your own cheeks warmed at the proposition and butterflies took flight in your stomach. You nodded and clambered onto the bed, ignoring the way it creaked under both your weights, and settled your head against the flimsy pillow. 

Eris’ lips pulled to one side as he chuckled at your eagerness.

“We’ll have to make this quick. I’ll give it my all, so don’t you hold back on me.” His hands wrapped around your legs as he imparted that light warning. You nodded along and simultaneously promised to give it your all while also ribbing him about his own performance. All that got you was a roll of the eyes and your legs being yanked apart. Although you were on a time crunch, after that initial rough handling to spread your legs, the hands that stroked down from your knees to your inner thighs were slow and careful.

His hands settled just shy of your sex and his thumbs rubbed against your trousers. You both locked eyes and Eris kept that eye contact as he drew closer to your core. You shivered at the feeling of hot breath puffing against sensitive skin as well as the unfaltering attention he lauded upon you. 

AFAB READER POV:

He slowly mouthed over your clothed pussy and your breath hitched.The fabric acted both as a barrier and stimulant, rubbing against your lips stiffly. Seeing as time was of the essence here, Eris only teased you for a couple of seconds longer before he removed your bottoms. With only the thin fabric of your undergarments in the way now, his hot mouth returned and pressed against you. He paid special attention to the top of your mound, kissing against your clothed clit in a way that only further teased you. A bit impatiently, you ground against him. Eris huffed a small laugh before opening his mouth wider and pressing his tongue against you. 

The tip of his tongue dragged your underwear in circles around your budding clit, beckoning it to come out. You felt the drag of his fingers running from the bottom of your cunt to the middle, just underneath where his mouth was working you. It didn’t take too long for a trickle of excitement to begin spotting against your underwear where he touched. You covered your mouth as you watched him from your pillowed position, sparing only a brief glance past the curtains and to the door. Twenty minutes was bound to come and go quickly, and the thought filled you with equal parts trepidation and thrill. 

Just as you began to worry over being caught in the act, you felt the cool air of the infirmary as Eris pulled your underwear to the side and bared your cunt. Your attention snapped back to your lap and you nearly startled when you saw Eris was staring up at you. It seemed like he had noticed your attention wavering. Even without saying anything, you got the gist that he was telling you to pay attention to what was happening now, rather than worrying about the possibility of being caught later. The hot tongue pressing between your folds and dragging to the underside of your clit would’ve made it hard to focus on that, anyway. 

Your head thumped back against the pillow as Eris began to eat you out in earnest. His fingers spread you as his tongue worked its way tirelessly over your soft inner lips. Moving further down, he lapped against your fluttering entrance like a cat might lap at milk; shallow but persistent thrusts of his tongue that had you craving more. 

“Eris-” You hissed, hand reaching down and fingers weaving through his dark locks. You were rewarded with a huff of hot air as he audibly gasped, before he dove back in and ate you out with more gusto than before. Your head lolled at the sensations of being pleasured and with your free hand you tried to hold back any noises that fell from your lips. It wasn’t enough to block out a sudden yelp as you felt hands tugging your bottom upwards and when your eyes flew open you were greeted by the sight of Eris putting you into a different position. 

Sitting himself firmly against the cot and your lower back pressed against his stomach and chest, Eris had folded you to give himself a better angle at tongue fucking your ever moistening depths. You tried to form some kind of protest at the embarrassing position, but a glare from those intense red eyes had any complaints dying in your throat and being gulped down. The look of his glaring eyes over the top of your slick mound was a pretty hot picture. 

His hold on you was firm. With one arm he steadied you by wrapping around one of your thighs and firmly cradling your soft flesh, while he used his other hand to rub insistent circles against your eager clit. He kept that up for a couple of minutes before swapping his thumb for his mouth and pressing his middle fingers deep inside your slick inner walls in one push. Your back arched and you barely bit back a moan. He suckled at your sensitive bud as another finger joined the first. 

“Eris-” You called his name for a second time, the feeling of your approaching climax beginning to collect in the pit of your stomach. “I’m close-!” You warned, though, whether it was for his benefit of simply stating the obvious you weren’t really sure. You shivered as he hummed against your clit in acknowledgement. 

Eris angled his fingers inside of you and rubbed insistently against the spongy walls of your pussy. It took but a couple of seconds for him to search before he found that good spot and honed in on it. Your breath hitched as he attacked not just your burning clit but your g spot too; it didn’t take long before your back was arching and your toes were curling, the hot waves of euphoric orgasm crashing over you. You yanked at Eris’ hair as you rolled your hips against his face, and he championed on and let you ride out your high with little more complaint than some deep breaths through his nose now and then. 

Your back returned to the cot with a flopping bounce, and your legs loosely rested in Eris’ grip as you gave into the jello-y aftermath of a good orgasm. His fingers left your pussy and you felt his hand gingerly taking your wrist and trying to dislodge it from his hair. You made a soft “oh” sound as you realized you were still kind of holding him against your pussy and released him. Eris drew back taking a deep breath in, eyes closed as he tried to get some much needed air. You stared up at him and admired the way his lower face shone with your fluids. He looked back at you in a sort of daze and the two of you simply stared at one another in the afterglow. 

The sound of approaching footsteps and the jingle of keys broke the spell and both of you scrambled to make yourself look presentable. Eris flung himself back onto the bed and feigned sleep, while you crammed yourself back into the abandoned chair and hastily fixed your clothing and hair. The door was unlocked and the nurse came back in. They grumbled about this and that, before you heard their footfalls just outside the curtain. 

The partition flew to the side as they opened it up. You whipped your head around but tried your best to simply look startled because of their sudden appearance, and not because you had just been this close to being caught doing something naughty in the infirmary. 

“Um, hello, has it been 20 minutes?” You coughed into your fist, awkwardly trying to diffuse whatever this situation was. The nurse watched Eris’ back for a few ticks before they turned to you and nodded. They seemed to be none the wiser of your actions, which relieved you. 

“Just about. Wake up your friend and go back to the canteen or your classes.” They dismissed you, turning and wandering back to their desk. You released a small sigh and slumped in your chair.

“Eris, did you hear..?” You began to ask, but stopped as you caught sight of Eris; he had curled into himself again. You spotted the telltale red on his ears before you caught sight of the blush on his face, and you realized he was embarrassed at almost being caught… Despite all of his stoicism, Eris wasn’t exactly unphased by exhibitionism! You thought it was rather cute though, but tucked away any teasing comments for later. “Come on, let’s go somewhere so you can eat for real.” 

You laughed as your words made him grumble. 

AMAB READER POV:

He slowly mouthed over your clothed dick and your breath hitched. The fabric acted both as a barrier and stimulant, rubbing against your shaft stiffly. Seeing as time was of the essence here, Eris only teased you for a couple of seconds longer before he removed your bottoms. With only the thin fabric of your undergarments in the way now, his hot mouth returned and pressed against you. He paid special attention to the top of your cock, kissing against your clothed head in a way that only further teased you. A bit impatiently, you ground against him. Eris huffed a small laugh before opening his mouth wider and pressing his tongue against you. 

The tip of his tongue dragged your underwear in circles around your cockhead. He pressed his tongue more firmly against the center, aiming to tease your slit. One of his hands held your thigh, fingers splayed over hot flesh, while his other hand worked in tandem with his mouth; fingers curling around your clothed penis and lightly rubbing up and down. You covered your mouth as you watched him from your pillowed position, sparing only a brief glance past the curtains and to the door. Twenty minutes was bound to come and go quickly, and the thought filled you with equal parts trepidation and thrill. 

Just as you began to worry over being caught in the act, you felt the cool air of the infirmary as Eris pulled your underwear down and freed your cock. Your attention snapped back to your lap and you nearly startled when you saw Eris was staring up at you. It seemed like he had noticed your attention wavering. Even without saying anything, you got the gist that he was telling you to pay attention to what was happening now, rather than worrying about the possibility of being caught later.

You huffed a little, your head thumping back against the pillow. It would be easier to focus on him if he wasn’t taking so long just to tease you. As if he could sense your disgruntled thoughts, you felt a tongue swirl against your sensitive glans. You looked down just in time to be rewarded with the sight of Eris’ hot mouth engulfing the head of your cock, his long lashes brushing against his cheekbones as his eyes fluttered close. You hissed as he tongued at the underside and rubbed the top against the ridges of the top of his mouth. You could feel a bit of precum beginning to pearl against your slit. 

As nice as the feeling was, it was gone in an instant as Eris pulled his head away. You groaned and reached for him, fingers combing through his dark hair. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you in warning. “Just hold on a minute. You want me to rub you raw?” You made a face at that, but had to concede that it wouldn’t feel as good if he were to do that. You fingers loosened but you didn’t fully remove your hand from his head. He seemed to accept that as he moved on to rolling the head of your moistening cock against his palm. 

Once he’d gathered enough of your precum he slid his fist down your shaft, spreading your own fluid along to help aid the rise and fall of his curled fingers. Satisfied with his quick work, Eris returned his mouth to your cock and resumed giving you head in tandem with jerking you off. 

“Ah, fuck, Eris-” You huffed as pleasure filled your core. Wet noises prickled against your ears and you watched as Eris closed his eyes once more. He didn’t go down very far, but what his mouth didn’t cover his hand did - meeting in the middle every now and then as one went down and the other went up. It was a hot sight, but you couldn’t help but want a little more. “Sorry about this, but you can take a little more, can’t you?” You mumbled as you grabbed his head with both hands. 

He didn’t get a chance to question you further than a pleasant hum around your cockhead before you shoved him down further along your hard shaft. Eris’ shoulders tensed as he realized what your intention was, a wet choking noise pulling from his stuffed mouth as you tried to bully your way deeper. Eyes open again, you stared into glaring red eyes as he did his best not to choke further on your dick. 

“That’s it, breathe through your nose. Good boy.” His free hand balled into a fist and punched against your thigh at your words, mad not at the situation so much as your phrasing. You laughed a little at that, before moaning at the feeling of his hot mouth sucking you. “That’s it, that’s it-” You repeated under your breath, head lolling back as you fucked yourself into his mouth. 

Eventually Eris seemed to accept that this was just how this encounter was going to go, because he gave up fussing and instead braced both of his palms against your thighs and relaxed his throat as best as he could to take you. You groaned as you felt yourself reaching your limit, spurred on by the excitement of Eris acquiescing and the feeling of his tight throat around your dick. 

“Fuck, gonna cum-” you bit at your lip and looked back down at Eris. The sigh of him teary eyed and dazed, cheeks red and brows upturned, was enough to push you over the edge. You cursed a final time and moaned as you rode out your orgasm, spilling down Eris’ throat. Eris did his best to drink down everything you gave him. Your grip loosened on his head when he tapped at your thighs, feeling a pang of guilt at how glassy his eyes were by that point. 

Eris pulled off of your cock with a wet pop and heaving gasp, turning his head to the side to cough a bit. You rubbed at his hair in apology and tried to wipe some of his tears away. Instead of being grateful, Eris shot you a dirty look as his breathing finally evened out. “You… asshole…” He heaved, drool and your cum dripping from his mouth. 

The sound of approaching footsteps and the jingle of keys broke the spell and both of you scrambled to make yourself look presentable. Eris flung himself back onto the bed and feigned sleep, while you crammed yourself back into the abandoned chair and hastily fixed your clothing and hair. The door was unlocked and the nurse came back in. They grumbled about this and that, before you heard their footfalls just outside the curtain. 

The partition flew to the side as they opened it up. You whipped your head around but tried your best to simply look startled because of their sudden appearance, and not because you had just been this close to being caught doing something naughty in the infirmary. 

“Um, hello, has it been 20 minutes?” You coughed into your fist, awkwardly trying to diffuse whatever this situation was. The nurse watched Eris’ back for a few ticks before they turned to you and nodded. They seemed to be none the wiser of your actions, which relieved you. 

“Just about. Wake up your friend and go back to the canteen or your classes.” They dismissed you, turning and wandering back to their desk. You released a small sigh and slumped in your chair.

“Eris, did you hear..?” You began to ask, but stopped as you caught sight of Eris; he had curled into himself again. You spotted the telltale red on his ears before you caught sight of the blush on his face, and you realized he was embarrassed at almost being caught… Despite all of his stoicism, Eris wasn’t exactly unphased by exhibitionism! You thought it was rather cute though, but tucked away any teasing comments for later. “Come on, let’s go somewhere so you can eat for real.” 

You laughed as your words made him grumble. 

[shapeshyft]

Happy Sunday !

[devilishdanse]

𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐂 𝐀 𝐍 𝐎 𝐍

I spun the wheel and so, here we are with a few Sinday headcanons for my succubus OC, Eulalie.

★ She prefers a slow build up of passion and intentional touches. Things can become rushed in the moment, sure, but ultimately, taking your time with her will earn you more reception and desire.

★ Eula can be a vocal partner; she prefers to let whomever she is with know that they are doing well and that she is feeling good. Additionally, she prefers her partners to be vocal as well. Dirty talk can be accepted, but isn't really her favorite form of foreplay.

★ Pull her hair if you so desire, but do it with intent. Do not yank on it recklessly. Thread your fingers through the luscious waves, smell her shampoo as you lean into her neck, and ball your hand into a fist within the tresses with a tug. Do so to whisper in her ear, or tilt her head back to look at you and hold her there.

★ Look, but don't touch. . . Sometimes, it's enough to simply gaze at one another's bodies; bare and vulnerable, on display. And see how long it takes before resolve fractures. . . . :}

[hrpyhare]

...

I need you to know that in every instance of liridona's bg3 playthrough, she is in fact fucking the emperor. she is an avid monster fucker I make no rules

[stberggren]

“you think?” he rapidly responds, one eyebrow raised up at him challengingly. he smiles only for it to wiped off again by the kiss he receives. the hand on his chin, and the tongue wrestling with his own, leaves him wanton. emil might like him bossy, but tom thinks he likes emil any which way. the kiss leaves his mouth hanging slackly as they come apart again. tom stays near enough to him that he continues to feel the warmth of his breath against his skin. “good,” he hums at last, “because i can probably think of a few things i want you to do to me.”

giving orders definitely does not come naturally to him, but somehow this feels like something he can manage. he searches out hazel eyes as he reaches between their bodies again. he wraps his fingers around his cock again and lazily strokes it. his body own body still feels heavy and spent from before, but somehow it doesn’t stop him from wanting more of him. if this is the only he’ll ever have him here, he wants to make it count. “reach for the lubricant…” he says, ignoring his instinct to ask politely.

his features smooth out again as tom brushes his finger at the corner of his mouth. he is almost puzzled by the gesture. he takes on a half-sheepish expression because he can't think of any rebuttal. maybe that wasn't a very convincing way of reassuring him. it is the truth, however. he has survived on very little for a very long time. the warmth tom is giving him is more than he would expect. he thinks it is enough. he worries what it would mean if it wasn't, how far it would crack open the chasm of loneliness and hunger deep within him. it is better left untouched, he thinks. he watches as tom touches his chest, feels himself relax beneath the sweetness of the gesture while his heartbeat pulses into his palm.

there's a softening in his expression. ❝ do i? ❞ he murmurs. he reaches his hand to graze his finger along tom's chin. it's difficult to argue with him when he is looking upon him with the most adorable determination. he likes it. he likes that little flame in his eye.

he doesn't need to be commanded twice. emil grins softly and swiftly sits up. ❝ i think i like you bossy, ❞ he remarks as he takes tom's face into both of his hands now. he holds his jaw firm and presses his lips to his. he kisses him fervently, pressing his tongue to his and truly savoring the taste of him. he lowly trails one of his hands down from his face until he can snake an arm around his waist, holding them both secure. ❝ got any other orders for me? ❞

[owlstronomer]

cont. ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ / @blitzbuckz

It felt like a fever dream — to be here with him now, like this. Feathers visibly ruffled, rosy dusting of color against the white of his facial disc, and the rapid rhythm of his desperate, needy little heart. Stolas was caught between wanting to cry with relief, with joy, with sorrow for all of the things that still went unspoken — admissions of guilt and despair and frustration. Echoes of what once was. But that was the difference. . . There was something between them now that was stronger, and yet, still so fragile. Or maybe he was the one that was fragile. Powerless and taking up space, depending on Blitz for something more than carnal desires and chasing loneliness.

A shiver passes through him and the thoughts, for the time being, dispel. Countered by a heedless drive for affection, attention, and the desire to taste every word — to feel it marked into his body, and to prove just how much Blitz meant to him. IT WAS THE PRECIPICE OF DEVOTION. I want to fall; I want to obliterate myself against the tides of you. But Stolas keeps the words locked behind his beak, swallows them down for safekeeping. Carmine eyes with dazzling white pupils ignite with wanton desire and fascination. Blitz's reactions to his touch are INTOXICATING. . . Stolas feels his own breath hitch at the sight, delighting in the mutual satisfaction it warrants.

"Darling. . . Surely you are not underestimating m—" His words are cut short, surrendered and replaced with a gasp of pleasure instead. Plumage fluffing, hands reaching to take hold of the couch. "Ffffuuuck!" A warbled expletive in response to the intricate and determined attentions to his entrance.

Stolas trembles with another low and desperate sound, hastily catching his own wrist between sharp curvature of parted beak. He attempts to stifle it, as if uncertain he should be permitted such responses, such unbidden and unrestrained pleasure. It didn't take long for his folds to become slick. Between his own building desire and attraction to Blitz himself, paired with the expertise ministrations, Stolas could feel his control slipping. Were it not for the firm grasp upon his legs, he surely would have quaked and folded into a desperate mess.

Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, Stolas carefully but firmly reaches to take hold of one horn. "Please," he implores, hips giving an involuntary and reactive little rise. That devilish imp knew just how to drag him towards the edge and away, and back again. Every precise stroke of his tongue was divine and sinful TORTURE. Talons curl. He needed to be touched, to be kissed, to be fucked, to be held, to be ruined and made whole again. Most of all. . . he needed this. Everything and anything Blitzo was willing to give him. And he needed to reciprocate as soon as possible. "Blitz—please—fuck" the words are drawn out out, rolling from his tongue in the shape of a strained and greedy cry for more.

[rosslync]

ross: idk who you're out with rn ross: but come back to the room pls im naked and i miss you

troye: pshhhh, me? troye: next dinner date then?

[crimesoughtarchive]

Cassian will live between his partners thighs, as long as they will allow anyways. He could absolutely get off of just on the praise and the sounds of his partners pleasure.

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ is this all in my head ? ❜ ... @horiznwlker, alicent to rhaenyra.

this is not the first time they've found themselves entangled within one another's limbs and it will certainly not be the last , not when alicent smells of lavender soaps and she tastes of honey , not when they have been apart for so many years that there are new   curves   to   memorize   the   shape   of and expanses   of   skin   that   remain   unexplored. hands have remained touching the woman in their near desperation , as if alicent might disappear from beneath her if she dares to stray away , like   she   has   so   many   times   before. corners of mouth split open into a grin that's almost animal⸻like , like a wolf starved , before laughter is sprung forth at the inquiry. hand rises to tuck silver tresses behind her ear so they may no longer frame her visage and block out any more of her lover. ❝ hm , i've no clue. do you often dream of me in your bed ? ❞

hand lowers once more to push curls back before palm splays along cheekbone , opposite hand still propped up to support the bulk of her weight. feline smile crawls across their face once more as she ducks her head to press a kiss to beloved's lips ⸻ slow , languid , teasing. the tip of her tongue traces the shape of lower lip in a silent ask for permission , though rhaenyra retreats before it can be granted ; kisses are instead trailed down to jawline and across her neck. ❝ i know i've dreamt of you. dreamt of kissing you , ❞ whispered into the shell of her ear before teeth tug at earlobe and the princess begins their new pathing. she pauses to suckle at pulse point , curious if it remained a weakness of her lover , as she once knew it to be. ❝ ⸻ of touching you , ❞ muttered as her hand shifts to slip beneath the thin fabric of alicent's night dress. graceful digits trail the warm skin of exposed thighs slowly , as if fingertips might memorize every centimeter of skin. palm settles at the flesh of exposed hip as rhaenyra's head lowers to collarbone. ❝ ⸻ of tasting you , ❞ words barely a whisper as they mouth at curvature of breast. grip tightens the slightest at hip bone as if to assure herself that the body beneath her own is still real. open⸻mouthed kisses are trailed down past ribcage , across expanse of stomach , halting only when their mouth presses to the skin just below alicent's navel. violets stray upwards to meet mocha counterparts , though they do not move. ❝ i cannot help but wonder if you taste as sweet as i remember. ❞