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glorylusted:
okay!! the main blog is up!
since i moved this blog to a main one, im gonna continue threads i have here over there !
okay!! the main blog is up!
sometimes i remember that kilae, lucien, niklaus and aldrik have the highest libidos and im like. interesting.
o(—( im sorry i write so much but like. dont ever feel obligated to match the length / amount that i write !!
i just. idk i have a lot to say when it comes to smut i guess i really like writing it
Don't mind Mikhail as he begins to fondle Niklaus's chest. He's much more carefree and intimate about it now since they were behind closed doors, and he was free to do what he wanted. He would massage and knead the other's pecs, finding satisfaction by how the muscled moved with his hand. While he was doing that, his thumbs would rub Nik's nipples, and he would occasionally pinch or twist them before continuing to play with his pecs. ( here you go simon ;* )
@bondtied
Spending time with Mikhail, alone, was always interesting. Perhaps it was because the two could be far more intimate in private rather than public. Or perhaps it was because Mikhail’s hands liked to wander more and being in a more... personal space, those hands of the archer’s were perhaps ten times more touchy. Not that Niklaus minded. Usually.
“Ah–” The sound leaves his lips, single eye fluttering as his head tilts back against Mikhail’s shoulder. He can’t help the way his back arches, shoulders pushing into Mikhail’s own, while his chest presses into those invasive hands. He can feel the way his thumbs push against him, feel the way his muscle gives under the pressure of the touch. How his fingers squeeze gently, palms pressing into his pectorals almost as if he were trying to press them further together. The wyvern rider can’t help how his teeth click together when his jaw clenches, or how his hips push down into Mikhail’s lap in an attempt to grind.
There’s a gasped sound, teeth pulling his bottom lip to gnaw at it as the archer’s thumbs drag over his nipples. Pressing against the sensitive buds on his chest with each movement before they’re being pinched and Niklaus’ thighs press tight together, feet kicking against the floor in an attempt to find support to stay upright in Mikhail’s lap. But the man behind him was enough support to begin with, his arms keeping the rider perched in his lap, keeping him from sliding off as he played with his chest.
That single burgundy eye of the wyvern rider’s chances a glance down, watches Mikhail’s fingers as they roll and twist his nipples with ease and he can’t help how his mouth falls open. How a choked moan leaves his lips at the pleasurable sensation. There’s a tight feeling in his pants ( he knows why, his chest has always been more receptive to touch ) and he wants to touch himself but refrains from doing so. His breath is shaky, lip trembling when Mikhail moves back to simply massage his chest and Niklaus can’t help the whine that leaves his throat as his hips rock upwards, grinding against nothing ( but the fabric of his pants is excellent friction ).
“Mikhail– Mikhail,” His name is a mantra on his lips, burgundy eye glancing up to look at the archer’s face, “Please... touch me more.”
As awkward as he was, it seemed Orion just couldn't help himself now that he had finally managed to be honest with Niklaus about numerous things - specifically his feelings toward the other. Having dragged the other away somewhere more private it was then the priest dropped to his knees, wasting no time in starting to use both his hands and mouth to tend to his lover's manhood.
There’s a certain appeal to the priest, with his initial awkwardness and shyness towards the wyvern rider. And it was cute. Something Niklaus happened to expose more of until finally he got honesty, especially in regards to emotion. As much as the rider is impassive with expression, emotion isn’t lost to him so he’s glad the one he pursued could come clean to him. Though such a thing didn’t mean that he’d be safe from the wyvern rider’s teasing.
But that much could be said for himself too.
He didn’t think he’d be dragged off so suddenly, told to follow Orion when his hand was grabbed before there’s the sight of a door and he’s being pushed inside. It all happens so fast, his feet being guided back till he’s pressed to a wall and the priest is dropping to his knees before him. A gloved hand has to come up to Niklaus’ lips, teeth finding themselves biting into the leather when the priest’s hands undo his belt, pull his cock from his pants. And there’s a breath being sucked in hard and held when the priest’s lips press against him, start to work in time with his hands motions and it’s taking all of Niklaus’ strength to hold his hips still to let Orion work.
But he couldn’t help it. Not when he can feel himself twitch in the other’s hands, in his mouth and the beginning of a few beads of precome drip onto the priest’s tongue.
“Fuck– That feels good...”
niklaus’ chest, being his favorite part of his body, is also his favorite place to be touched too. if you want him aroused, thats the go to place to touch is his chest because he absolutely loves it but he tries his hardest to keep such feelings down and harbored because he doesnt need to be getting hard so easily especially in public ( though i doubt hed be opposed to such a thing )
also, his nipples are really sensitive so do what you will with that :)
to be truthful, you can send in asks whenever you want to be it memes or if any of your muses wanna mess with mine !
hm 8am and i wanna write smut hm
doesnt help that my biggest muses rn are pendragon, niklaus, lucien, kilae and aldrik
“Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?” or “swallow it. all of it.” to pendragon from mikhail ;3
meme // @bondtied
“Mm,” Is the sound that leaves the summoner’s throat, russet eyes glancing up to the archer above him. And there’s a small smirk on his lips ( as much as he can manage with the other man’s shaft in his mouth ) as he feels the top of his head be pressed down, and the there’s the feeling of the head of Mikhail’s cock pressing into the back of his throat. Another sound is made from him, his tongue pressing up against the underside of the shaft and Pendragon is wiggling slightly to allow himself to pull back. He can feel the twitch of Mikhail’s heart beat in his erection, near tempted to trace it with his tongue but he’s busy in prying himself as he feels the trickle of seed slide down his throat, filling his cheeks.
A hard swallow is made before the summoner is pulling his lips off of Mikhail with a wet pop and Pendragon is smiling wide up at him like he’s just accomplished a huge feat. But it’s not every day that he gets to swallow another man’s semen and he’s licking over his lips in an erotic manner before opening his mouth wide open for the archer to look inside. To see the emptiness in his mouth to prove he swallowed every drop given to him. Pendragon can’t help the sly smile that cross his face, eyes narrowing slightly in his mischief as he presses his palms on the man’s shins and pulls himself up to Mikhail’s lap.
He makes it point to right ontop of him, his ass digging down into the archer’s thighs with a small rock. If anything, to show him that he can go on and perhaps even spark Mikhail into another round. And there’s a laugh in his throat, hands coming up to cup the archer’s face and tilt his head so the summoner can give him a fleeting kiss.
“I did what you asked,” he hums out, “Do I get a reward?”
tomes-and-dragons replied to your post: “hm wanna write smut with pendragon.”:
throws any of my male muses @ him
hell happily take any of em for a ride
hm wanna write smut with pendragon.
pendragon is the absolute worse being a dom vers bc
since he prefers to bottom. he is. A Power Bottom to the extreme
❛ beg for it. ❜ // Let's see how Kilae does with this one.
meme // @taikoishxki
Beg? He wanted her to beg? There’s a shudder that runs up the dragon’s spine, her body shaking from the pleasure she was already feeling. And now this? It only makes her legs quake, hands clutching at the sheets and her chest from the assertive tone to his voice. It’s hot, she deduces and she has to bite her lip to keep a moan down. She’s shaky as her hands lift up to grab at the prince’s shoulders, arms sliding around his shoulders to pull him in and hold him close and she can’t help the way her nails dig into his back to keep him in place.
“T–Takumi...” She manages to say his name with a stutter on her breath, face flushed and chest heaving, “Please– Please, Takumi, let me...” She can speak that much as she presses her hips up, to get some sort of friction and her mouth falls open in a silent sound as her body trembles. She wants more of him, needs more of him. She’s feeling him but she wants to feel him and Kilae has to gasp for breath as she digs her nails harder into the prince’s back.
“I–I want you to come inside me, Takumi! Please!”
lustful-prism:
Oh, now he’d really done it. There was no way to take back his words, knowing all too well that this would likely be his only real chance to make the depths of his feelings known to the other - even if it were possible that the truth about him might chase him away. All he had to do was bite the bullet… Gods, it was far too much. Just being able to stand there in Niklaus’ arms was more than enough to make the priest happy to say the least - this affection far more than anything he’d ever experienced in the past.
❝ I… Um… ❞ Oh, fuck it. Despite the way his body trembled before the other the ginger turned to grab hold of the wyvern rider’s shirt and yank him over toward the bed nearby. Surely he wouldn’t have to say anything further to make it obvious, right? Orion wanted things to go further, he wanted to make sure the man he was in love with knew that once they’d been united, he’d never want to think of running away again.
❝ M-Make… Me yours… ❞
Truthfully, Niklaus half expected Orion to pull away from him. To run away from this situation after getting this far. He never managed to pull Orion in like this, all his teasing never leading to this point until now. Frankly, he doesn't want Orion to leave now, not when he has the ginger this close but if he wanted to run, he'd let him. It's partly why he stays silent, waiting for the other to answer his question and when he's met with a stutter and the priest turning to face him to grab at his shirt, that's enough of an answer for him.
"..." His lips part to let a breath escape, single eye focusing on the priest as he drags him back to the bed. Damn, he didn't expect the reins to be taken from him like that but they were and it was kind of hot. Pink tongue pokes from his lips to lick over his lips, his feet stopping when they reach the bed. His eye finds itself trained on Orion's lips when they part, move to speak those stammered words and Niklaus can't help the way he presses his hands to the priest's shoulders and pushes him down onto the bed. There's a hungry sort of sound that leaves the wyvern rider, his teeth biting against his lip as he presses his weight into Orion, leans to let his forehead and nose press into the other's, lips barely meeting.
"If that's what you want," The words are whisper and Niklaus is tilting his head just a bit, lips grazing Orion's, "I'll give it to you." And he's quick in devouring the priest's lips with his own, kissing the man heavy and hard.
lustful-prism:
She didn’t need to ask such a thing of him twice. In the blink of an eye she was pinned down against the bed, the prince’s lips began trailing downward along the dragoness’ body while hands did away with whatever stood between him and her soft, pale flesh. In no time at all kisses found Kilae’s inner thighs, small nips being littered here and there before, at last, trailing his tongue over her waiting womanhood.
All Kilae would see before he really got to work, however, was an almost cheeky smile about the prince’s lips.
With hands upon tender thighs Xinya lifted his lover’s lower half up ever so slightly before his tongue dipped inside her waiting folds, exploring every last inch his longer than average tongue could reach within her heated walls. He longed to claim her, certainly, but he’d make sure his beautiful future bride would enjoy every last moment of their unity.
Kilae near squeaks when she's pinned down to the bed, giving slight squirms to the way Xinya's lips press against her body. His hands continued to discard whatever clothing was left upon her and she can't help but bring her hands up to press fingers into the locks of his hair as he drags his lips down the length of her being. And when his mouth presses kisses against her thighs, she has to use her strength to keep from squeezing them against the prince's head, tiny sounds leaving the dragoness from the sensation of the kisses and little nips of the dragon's teeth against her skin.
The smile he flashes her gets a raise of an eyebrow, but the hot breath that washes over her awaiting sex is enough to get a small moan to leave her.
She's compliant, letting him lift her thighs up and she vocalizes her pleasure with a throaty sound when his tongue presses itself inside of her. Feeling the way he presses his tongue inside of her, it makes her fingers curl hard in Xinya's dark locks but Kilae tries her hardest not to pull or at least not pull to hard. But it was difficult, especially with the pleasure jolting up her spine, legs quivering from the feeling of his mouth upon her lips, tasting every inch of her from the outside and inside. Her lips quiver, incoherent sound escaping her lips as she tries to piece a sentence but it doesn't quite work out as she cries and presses Xinya's head down further against her hips.
lustful-prism:
This was only getting more and more embarrassing as the seconds ticked by. Granted, he wasn’t going to start complaining, not since it was coming from Lucien of all people, but he hardly felt like he deserved such attention in the slightest. Lucien was a noble, after all, while he… He was just some run-of-the-mill orphan. Still instead of pulling away, instead of trying to convince the other to leave… Orion only inched closer, even finding himself giving a small squeeze to the other’s hand in hopes of, despite his inability to be verbally honest, the priest wanted attention.
❝ T-There are a lot of far more deserving people… ❞ The ginger mumbled under his breath, free hand toying with loose robes in hopes of calming himself at least somewhat. ❝ I-If people see us this close, they’ll… They’ll start thinking w-we’re… ❞
Oh, it was getting clearer and clearer to see that Orion was getting embarrassed and Lucien loved it. The priest looked cute with such a flushed face and stammered words, the noble couldn't quite help himself when it came to the man. There's a small hum that finds itself in Lucien's throat, questioning the words that the ginger speaks as well as noting how he shifts closer and squeezes the noble's hand. It could be taken as a sign that he didn't want him to leave, and frankly, Lucien wasn't going to.
In fact, he leans in closer to Orion and lets his shoulder gently press against the other's own, his fingers staying twined with the priest's hand.
"I suppose you could be right," The mage speaks after a moment of thinking, "But to me, you're more deserving than any of them," A soft chuckle finds itself in his throat and a gloved hand lifts to let fingers drag through orange locks slowly, "Wouldn't that be fine if they did? After all, it'd mean people can finally take their eyes off of me, and I would be all yours. Wouldn't that be alright?"