#YUMMY ELEZEN MEN!!!

[yasuosexual]

Elezen men if you asked them to be your first? I love the ishgardian men so much

YESSS OMGEEE :DDD I LOVE THEM TOO!!

warnings: 18+, HW spoilers, established relationship

AYMERIC:

- aymeric is surprised when you ask him… because it’s his first time too. because of the rumors circulating ishgard concerning his family situation, the majority of people chose to avoid him. he considered himself blessed when you walked into his life— you didn’t care what others had to say. you loved aymeric for him!

- it’s definitely awkward… he’s had basic sex ed but that doesn’t mean that he totally knows what to do! of course he starts by kissing you gently, gradually increasing the passion behind his kiss. his hands roam your body, unsure of exactly where to land, but he tries!

- when you both decide that you’re finally ready to proceed, aymeric is slow and gentle with you. it takes him a few tries to get everything lined up perfectly, but when he does, his eyes roll into the back of his head. he had never felt anything this wonderful before.

- he’s a bit sloppy with it— as a virgin, he doesn’t understand how to keep a proper rhythm. he feels good, though. he’s got you moaning his name as you try to comprehend all of the emotions and hormones swelling throughout your body.

- he cums first, and is apologetic about it, but doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re crying from overstimulation. new kink unlocked! he’s about ready to pass out by the time he gets you to come all over his cock.

- “that was wonderful. let’s do it again”

HAURCHEFANT:

- is surprised, like aymeric, but has some experience so he isn’t a total noob. his face lights up when you ask him— he had secretly been thinking about taking your relationship to the next level for a while, but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.

- he is so touchy and kissy- his hands are all over you. haurchefant spends plenty of time playing with your sensitive bud, taking in all of your moans.

- “so good for me,”

- haurchefant is going crazy at the fact that his hands have you in such shambles. what could he do to you if it were his dick instead?

- and he’s so gentle. he takes it slooooowww for you and is asking you every second if you’re okay. haurchefant pauses for a few moments to make sure you’re adjusting alright before he starts to move, and when he does, man it’s heavenly.

- his strokes are deep yet somehow he’s still so gentle. you can barely handle it when he starts to tenderly kiss your neck and breathe lightly on it… holy moly you’re seeing stars.

- he tries his best to hold it in and let you cum first, but he fails miserably. you feel so good to him.. lawd you got him moaning for you!! but just because he finishes first doesn’t mean he won’t let you have the best orgasm of your life. and he does just that. you’re crying by the time he eventually lets you come all over him.

- he makes sure to get you a glass of water when you’re finished, and gives you lots of kisses and praise.

- “you are so beautiful. you did so well, darling,”

ESTINIEN:

- unlike the other two elezen men, this dude knows wtf he’s doing LOL

- he smirks at your request and shoots you a lustful look, insinuating that he’d be more than willing to help you out. being the deviant he is, estinien is more than capable of showing you the ropes.

- despite the fact that estinien loves rough and passionate sex, he understands that he’ll need to break you in first. so of course, the first time, he is slow and gentle.

- he starts by kissing you on the lips and then gradually making his way down— neck, to chest, to your stomach where he tickles you gently with his soft kisses.

- “if you are uncomfortable, please tell me,”

- he only proceeds after you tell him to, and is slow at first. it takes you a moment to adjust to his size… virgin + big dick = ouch. estinien realizes this and lets you take your time to adjust to him. in the meantime, he kisses your collarbone and tells you how beautiful you look.

- once you allow him move, he starts off slow. he makes sure that you’re doing alright before he quickens the pace. when you eventually beg him to fuck you harder, estinien has to hold himself back from fucking you into oblivion right then and there. that would be for another time;)

- when he causes you to finish, it’s like you’re seeing stars. your vision starts to fade as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. your toes curl and you desperately claw at his back, begging for the sweet release. he finishes soon after and plops down beside you, but not before brushing the hair out of your face first.

- “you did so good for me, my love,”

celly

a little bit of a role reversal here?? haurchefant and aymeric being the hard fuckers and estinien being gentle?? i think so :3

[ladyramora]

I'm into the idea of Ramora fucking up racist bigots in the dragoon quest line. Or anyone, in any quest line, but like. A pissed Ramora is some good shit I feel like she'd be terrifying. Is this what scared and horny feels like?

When Foulques, her so-called mentor, doesn't show for their scheduled training session Ramora grows bored. Then impatient. Then goes looking for him.

Being already a seasoned adventurer she is able to track him down with relative ease. What she had not expected was the company he currently kept.

"Friends of yours?" Ramora drawls, leaning on her conjurer staff as a rolling wave of earth sweeps his assailants off their feet.

"Friends?" Foulques barks out a pained laugh, already hunched over and bleeding. "Never had any."

"Rude," Ramora says because she had considered them such, if not more with how very yummy Foulques was.

Ramora tenses as an arm winds itself about her waist, yanking her back into the groin of a shorter male behind her.

"Shite, you're a tall grey, aren't you?" The audacious man groans, stroking at her waist and plastering himself against her.

Ramora tastes blood on her tongue and knows she'd popped fangs judging by the unsettled look that comes over Foulques face. Was he scared? How cute. She could just eat him up. Later, perhaps.

"Or mayhap you're just short," Ramora replies, grasping the man's wandering hand in an iron grip as he tries to feel her up.

"I heard you were something of a whore," the man continues. "I've a mind to take a poke."

Ramora smiles sharp with too many teeth, laughing low, "As if you could afford me," and breaks his hand.

She turns and snatches him by the wrist as he cries out, feeling his bones grind under the force of her grip.

"Oops, did I hurt you?" Ramora pouts her lips, eyes narrow. "Let me make it better." A rush of healing magic washes over his hand, healing it wrong, and Ramora gives a gasp. "Whoops. Clumsy me! I forgot to set it first!" And breaks his hand again.

"Ah, fuck me! Stop, you crazy bitch!" The man sobs out, then jerks back as he looks into her face. "Shite, what are you!?" The man yelps in horror at the sight of her teeth and the gleam of red in her eyes.

"A monster," Ramora purrs. "Now say goodnight."

"Wha-?" Is all the man has time to say before she whacks him upside the head and he crumples at her feet, out cold.

Ramora turns slow, smile vicious as she takes in the fearful way the other two were staring at her, only just now finding their feet.

They make as if they want to escape, so Ramora waves her staff and stone bursts forth from the ground to crawl up their feet, trapping them and sending them staggering into each other for balance.

Foulques stares at her with wide, wary eyes.

"Don't worry, darling," Ramora says softly as she saunters up and stretches a hand out to heal him. His poor, sweet sour face. "I'll make you feel good."

Foulques makes a face. "Stop."

Ramora smiles bright. "But you make such cute faces!" Healing done, she surveys the area. The man sprawled in the dirt that dared touch her without permission, and the other two. The ones who had made the mistake of attacking Foulques.

"What should we do with them?" Ramora muses aloud, biting a claw-like nail and slanting Foulques a sly look. "Want me to encase them in stone? Crush all their squishy and dangly bits? Just say the word, darling!"

The two men look horrified, but Ramora is all but deaf to their terrified pleading.

Foulques cringes. "Remind me to never piss you off."

Ramora laughs wickedly, winking. "Aww, don't be scared, cutie. The most I'd do to you is spank your pert little bottom."

Foulques points his lance at her. "Stop calling me small! I'm your mentor!" And she was the one who was unnaturally tall! He was very average for elezen height!

Ramora bites her lip, fluttering her eyelashes. Her eyes wide and almost guileless as she salutes. "I'm sure other parts of you are very big, mister mentor, sir!"

Foulques chokes. "Woman! Just... call the damned wailers, will you!?"

Ramora sighs. "Oh, fine. You're no fun."

[final-reverie]

"Hear. Feel. Think." The voice's litany cut through Lila's drunken haze again. She couldn't tell if she heard it more when she'd had too much liquor or not enough, but preferred to err on the side of not enough. Damn. Where had that bottle gone?

She looked around, eyes burning with the unwelcome attempt to focus. The glimmer of glass in the faint lamplight from the square caught her attention. Ah. There is was. She tried to stand to reach it, only for the world to whirl. She crawled through the filth of the alley panting. Her fingers closed around the cool glass of the neck and she yanked the promise of temporary oblivion to her lips. Nothing. Not a drop.

"Aurgh!" She threw the bottle against the stones. It failed to shatter, but merely bounced and spun on the cobbles. She dug her nails into the wall and pulled herself unsteadily to her feet. Nothing for it but to get more.

The cheery lamplight and raucous voices led her easily to the tavern. They'd been more than happy to exchange a few bottles for the labor she'd put into a batch of pastries this morning. A word with the innkeeper would have her back in her cups and owing a bit of work once she'd sobered up.

No one noticed when she staggered through the door.

A young Elezen stood on a table in the center of the room gesticulating dramatically. "Fame and fortune beyond your wildest dreams await you! Join the Adventurer's Guild, and aid your fellow Eorzeans!" he shouted.

Lila sidled up to the bar, and beckoned the barmaid. "Hey, hey! Hey, you, I need to talk to the boss."

"What's this about? Eh?" the young Miqo'te put her hands on her hips and squinted at Lila. "Oh! Oh! You're the one who made those yummy tarts! I didn't recognize you with all the...." she paused and seemed to be examining the Hyur's hair before waving a hand in her direction, "you know."

Lila pressed a hand to her temples, to drown out the persistent voice in her head telling her yet again to hear, feel, and think. As if she could with all the imaginary ruckus! She answered the barmad, "Yeah, that's me, the baker. I thought I'd see if I could get more booze for another batch tomorrow."

The lass smiled brightly, "Oh, that would be delicious! I'll go check!" and disappeared into the back.

Lila turned and leaned against the bar, to survey the room. The Elezen man had finally stopped his exhortations and sat down at the table, quill in hand. A group of young men, mostly Miqo'te, had sat down with him and plied him with animated questions. She shook her head. She'd seen such scenes frequently in the five years since the calamity. She turned back to the bar and hummed to herself. No one paid her any mind.

A few stools down, a burly old Hyur, nearly as grimy as herself turned and spat on the floor. "Fool adventurers! Fastest way to get themselves killed! Stealing our sons and farm hands! Someone ought to put a stop to that farce!"

He continued, but Lila stopped listening at "fastest way to get themselves killed." How many times had she tried? She'd jumped off buildings, into rivers, and drinking herself to death with no luck. She'd fared even more poorly with more direct means. Even blind drunk she hadn't had the fortitude to stab herself or slit her own throat.

She played with the idea in her mind, kneading it as if it were dough. She knew without a doubt that she grew madder every day. What sane person constantly heard a voice saying the same thing on repeat? The choking fires, blinding ash, screaming, and her son limp in her arms that haunted her dreams when she dared to sleep could finally be over. Why not let some bandit or Ixall do the job for her? The more she turned the idea around in her head, the more she fancied it.

She didn't steel herself or flinch when she strode over to the Elezen and declared, "I'll do it."