I Write Sins & Tragedies

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‘walked in on while naked’ sex - Berkut and Rinea. WHO WAS NEKKED THO? HMmmmm

There were few sights more enticing than his wife. Berkut had realized this very shortly after he’d met Rinea, but he was reminded frequently. When she wore a new dress that showed off her slender neck. When she sat at her vanity in a nightgown, plaiting her hair before bed. 

When he walked into their bedchambers after a long afternoon of tedium and drills to find her sound asleep on their bed with hardly a stitch of clothing on her.

For a moment, Berkut was helpless but to stare at her. She had her dressing robe on, but it had clearly come untied without her realizing, because the silk had fallen away from her curves and left everything exposed. Her hair was damp and tied up from her face to dry. A book was sprawled open next to her, having slid off her lap. Berkut expected that there was a tub of gardenia scented bathwater growing cold in their adjoined, private toilette. 

He smirked and was careful to remove his boots as quietly as possible. He shrugged out of his waist coat and discarded it on a chair. He kept her footsteps soft and silent over the rug as he made his way to her side of the bed and came to sat on the edge. He reached one arm over her, placing it at her side to hold himself up as he leaned closer. 

Rinea hardly stirred. She let out a tiny, sleeping sigh and her face tilted a bit and a lock of dump, periwinkle hair fell into her face, but she didn’t wake up. Berkut took the opportunity to admire her. She sometimes felt uncomfortable with how he worshipped her, but if she was sleeping then he had a chance to drink her in. 

Skin smooth and pale like porcelain. Not a scar to be found-- he was grateful for that, since he very nearly gave her one. His eyes lingered at the rise of her bare bosom, their weight falling to each side of her ribcage. The rosy buds of each nipple were puckered in the open air. Below each pink-tipped hill, her waist narrowed before the curve of her hips became milky white thighs that were as soft as pillows.

She looked like she was made of all sugared cream, and he craved a taste.

Leaning in close, Berkut let his free hand drift to her chest. His knuckles softly traced the heavy curve of her breast and he poised himself about to kiss her, but paused, watching how her eyelids danced briefly before opening. She was already blushing.

“B-Berkut?” Rinea whispered, blinking herself back into awareness. “Wha--”

“You know, you’re quite lucky we don’t use personal servants, or who knows what sight you could have given the valet,” he chuckled, his voice low and deep in the back of his throat.

She smiled sheepishly and moved to bump her nose against his before pecking his lips. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

“Seems so.”

She patted his shoulder and leaned forward to kiss his cheek next. “Silly me. I should get dressed. What time is it?”

Berkut chuckled again but he didn’t move. He stayed perched over her, leaning in closer to nudge her back amongst the pillows. “You still have time before dinner~”

He felt her cheeks grow warmer as his hand’s caress traveled lower and cupped against her waist, squeezed appraisingly at her hip, and followed the inward curve of her thigh. 

“My love,” she whispered. “You don’t have any meetings?”

“You are the only thing on my schedule for the rest of the evening.”

She smiled and let her hand slip upward and into his hair. She petted through his thick, dark hair. That was her consent. It was one of the many quiet ways that Rinea expressed her want for him. He had been studying them since their honeymoon, memorizing the way she sighed and how she reached for him. She was a language all her own, in many ways, and he cherished being fluent.

Berkut’s lips fell to her throat, letting his adoration roam over her hummingbird pulse. She gasped, like she usually did when he kissed her neck, and her other and pressed against his back, grasping gently at the loose muslin of his shirt. He smiled against her skin and trailed his kisses lower. One at the hollow of her collarbone. Two between her breasts. Another on her stomach.

The lower he got, the more he observed her tensing in slight anticipation. He drifted further from the reach of her arms and he couldn’t help the deep chuckle he gave when he kissed below her belly button and saw her abdomen suck inward-- hypersensitive and shying from him.

“Is my queen nervous~?” he purred, turning his head and lifting one of her legs so he could kiss the alabaster cashmere of her inner thigh. 

The first time he’d called her his queen, Rinea had protested. She had never cared about royal titles, and she didn’t want him to associate their marriage with the past. But she had warmed up to it when Berkut explained that he didn’t call her such out of some long-lingering aspiration.

It was because, in his eyes, she would always be the queen of his heart.

“I think I’m still dreaming,” she said with a breathy giggle. 

“Then I’d better make sure it’s a good one.”

Berkut’s lips trailed upwards now, following the warm of her leg to the juncture between her hips. He brushed the bridge of his nose over short, course curls before he parted his lips to lay a forceful open-mouthed kiss against her labia. Rinea gasped again and he felt a slight tug from the bedsheets beneath him. Her hands were clutching at her sides, clutching the fabric as her eyes fell shut again.

Whatever Gods still remained in this world had surely blessed him.

He pulled inward, drawing bloodflow and heat down to him and he could tell that Rinea was biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her own moaning. It was a horrible habit, in his mind. He always wanted to hear her.

With a gentle insistence, Berkut reached out and found one of her wrists. He tugged it from the bedding and instead guided her hand back into the thick forest of his hair.

“Hold onto me,” he instructed, his voice deep and lips still brushing against her center with each word. “Guide me, if you must.”

“But you do so well,” she blurted in a flush. “I couldn’t...”

He chuckled and flickered his gaze upward, catching her pale blue irises between and behind the landscape of her figure. “You can. And you will.” It took a bit of coaxing to make her bold, but as he drew his tongue over her in a long, languid stroke, her fingers curled around his hair, pulling him just a little bit closer.

He slid his hands along her thighs, pulling them further apart and hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. He held her knee in one palm and her hip in the other, gripping her firmly and let his teeth graze against her as he teased back her clitoral hood. Rinea moaned openly in response. He was proud of her for not muffling herself this time.

As the ministrations continued, Rinea’s voice grew hitched and pleading. She tugged at his hair, trying to pull him closer with each lick and nip. He paid loving attention to each layer of her folds, suckling her mounds until they were swollen and ripe on his tongue. 

Rinea was breathless by the time he had worked his way back to attend her clitoris, and he could feel her lower back arching, trying to press against him. “B-Berkut! Oh-- Please--”

He loved the way she begged when she was aroused. Never for anything specific, but simply because she knew no other way to express her need. It was delightfully endearing and dreadfully erotic. It tightened the cord at the front of his britches to an almost painful tension and made him squeeze her hip tighter. He pulled her roughly against him, teeth worrying at her sensitive peak to make her cry out his name again.

It was a silent command delivered efficiently. Say my name.

“Berkut!”

Use my title.

“My Lord--!”

Tell me that you’re mine.

“Oh~ I love you, Berkut!”

That counts.

He kept a steady rhythm of sucking her core as he felt her body clench and writhe in his grasp. He caressed her knee and thigh lovingly, stroking up and down her leg as if to soothe her through her pulsing orgasm. Rinea whimpered as she throbbed. The hand she had in his hair loosened and flattened against his scalp, gently petting his midnight locks back into place. 

His eyes flickered up to her again as he slowly licked her once more and lifted his head. He let go of her hip, realizing that he’d gripped her a bit too strongly and left small red marks where the pads of each fingertip had pressed into her. He kissed where his thumb had dug into her then propped his chin up on the heel of his hand, looking over his wife in the afterglow of her rapture. All of that sugared cream skin had turned to strawberry meringue. Softly pink and worked into an airy tizzy.

“You are gorgeous,” he murmured. “When you’re freshly aroused.”

That only made her flush more. “My Lord, please.”

“Ooo~ begging again, are we?” he smirked. Sometimes his wife made it too easy.

She flushed a darker shade. Maybe more of a raspberry meringue.

“Berkut,” this time her voice was ever so slightly chiding and he chuckled at her, one hand still gently stroking her thigh.

“My apologies, love. I won’t tease. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Well... I wasn’t expecting that, but yes. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he corrected, turning his head to kiss the inner side of her knee. “It was truly my pleasure.”

Rinea hesitated a moment, still reclined amongst the plush pillows of their bed. “Does that mean there won’t be more?”

“We still have two hours before we’re expected to be in the dining room, Rinea. There will be plenty more.”

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I still have some smut prompts to finish during the week, but before Sinday is over, let me just say that no matter the size of Anri’s dick, his wife has rockin’ tits.

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‘hotel room’ sex - Saber and Mathilda!

She didn’t knock. Mathilda didn’t see the need. It had been a year since they’d last seen each other-- since they had fucked in an empty office after to much scotch and too much grief-- but they’d shared a few looks across the room. He’d told her which inn he was staying at while he visited the capital and she hadn’t knocked when she found it in the dead of night.

“Evenin’,” he looked up from his perch by the window. Saber hadn’t been sleeping. Maybe he’d known she would come by. Maybe he’d only been hoping.

Either way, she smirked and locked the door on her way in.

“ Expecting me?” she asked as she came to stand beside him in the windowsill. 

Saber shrugged. “Been a while, commander.”

“...Yeah,” she looked out the window. The city lit up at night, with taverns and theaters and the subtle buzz of activity. “How’ve you been?”

“Gettin’ by. It’s a new world out there, and I’ve got friends in high places now. Makes things easier,” he said. “How about yourself?”

Mathilda hesitated. She'd been fine, in most ways. She was the leader of the Deliverance now, carrying on where the fallen could not. Her sisters were doing well. One of them had gotten married a few months ago.

“Lonely,” she said. It wasn’t something she’d planned to admit, but it hung in the air between them.

Saber glanced at her, and he didn’t see her any weaker for having said it. She appreciated that about him. Even though Mathilda didn’t know the man well, he was rugged and he was worldly and he didn’t think any less of her for needing human contact.

“I can help with that,” he offered.

He reached out as she moved in, and Saber’s hand slid beneath the slit in her gambeson, right over her hips to settle on the well-toned ass of a cavalier. He could appreciate a woman with powerful thighs.

In return, Mathilda grabbed his tunic collar and pulled him against her, lips crashing together. It was like sparring. They grabbed at each other with fire and stumbled towards the bed through kisses and hurried fumbling out of their clothes. Mathilda unclasped his belt and tossed it to the floor, pulling Saber’s tunic over his head. He only had time to unlace her britches before she pushed him back onto the mattress.

“Demanding as ever, commander,” he said with a lopsided smirk. 

Mathilda chuckled as she pulled her gambeson and tunic off together in one swift motion. Her stays were short, ending right before her waist and holding her breasts together tightly. They were tied together in a bow and it was perhaps the only thing she wore which was even remotely feminine. Saber savored the glimpse at her softer side.

“C’mere,” Saber said with a tilt of his head. “You’re fantastic.”

She wasn’t blushing, exactly, but there was a dusting of color in her cheeks. Saber knew that there was a distinct chance she hadn’t had any intimacy since him last year. The people she worked with, the place she worked in, was surrounded by grief and history. 

But he knew how to appreciate a woman.

Mathilda quickly unbuttoned her britches and kicked them off with her boots. She perched over him, her knees on either side of his legs. He sat up and smirked at her, his eye glinting with desire. She was all chiseled, smooth skin. Curves and carved stone.

Scars riddled both of their bodies. Scattered souveniers of battles they’d survived. Mathilda didn’t pay special attention his, but she seemed to handle them tenderly as her palms flattened over his chest. 

Saber’s fingers plucked at the little bow that held closed her stays.

“You wanna stay all night?” he offered, pulling the strings loose. 

“I was considering it. But don’t you have to pack up in the morning?”

Saber slipped his index finger down her cleavage-- she had marvelous tits-- and he pulled the ties out of each eyelet, one by one unlacing the contraption that kept her bound. “Nah. I’m sticking around for a while, actually. I’m a little road weary.”

“...How long are you staying?” she asked, one of her rough hands coming to cup the back of his neck. 

“Haven’t decided yet,” he pulled out another pair of eyelets. “Want me to pay you a visit, commander? I can always make a house call.”

“Let’s finish what we have here first,” she said, and Saber wasn’t sure if her voice sounded shaky or not. He pulled out the last of the lacing out. He sighed in admiration at her breasts as they came free. 

“Stunnin’.”

Mathilda pulled him forward by the back of his neck, leading him to her bosom. It was exactly where he wanted to be and Saber groaned in appreciation as he started to kiss at her soft flesh. His hands moved to her lower back before settling on her backside. He kissed her breasts hungrily, catching her nipple between his teeth.

“I’m gonna ride you like a stallion,” Mathilda muttered, her voice half moaning. 

“Ready when you are,” Saber said, his voice low and lusty. He was more than ready, and they could both feel it in the pulse of his erection pressed against her inner thigh.

She lifted on her knees and lowered back down over him, bringing a deep moan from Saber. His voice rumbled between her breasts and Mathilda had to resist the urge to laugh at that. In a different setting, he might be like a purring kitten.

“Fuck,” Saber mumbled, his hands squeezing her ass and his hips bucking into hers. “You are fantastic.”

“Thanks for noticing,” Mathilda gasped, her own voice grown foggy with desire. She rolled her hips down against him hard and her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him hard. “You’re... not so bad yourself... Mm--”

Saber’s lips moved up. He leaned forward so he could reach her lips. As delicious as her breasts ere, he liked the rest of her too. And he didn’t want her to feel lonely when she was with him.

“Show me what you got, commander,” he murmured before kissing her again. “I’m all yours.”

It felt good for them both to get lost. Saber had felt lonely too, since he last saw her. And even though they had been drunk, he’d thought of her after. He’d yearned for that heat between her legs. To feel the thrill. 

She set a ruthless pace, truly a horsewoman at heart. Saber smiled against her lips and thrust back. He had no problem being the stallion she wanted to ride.

Saber’s skin was hot like irons in her arms. He could feel himself getting close, maybe it had been too long since he’d been with a woman.

“Mathilda,” he moaned, grinding deeper into her. His shoulders shuddered and he felt her nails dig into his skin. “Gods, you feel good--”

She stroked a hand through his hair, liking the way his auburn hair looked in the dark. She hadn’t quite gotten to the end herself, but in the moment, she didn’t need that. Mathilda could feel his release and the way he melted around her. His breath was short and hot and chuckling half of the time.

Something about it made her feel powerful. In control.

“Shit,” he shook his head and leaned back, looking her in the eyes. “I was too quick. Gimme another shot?” 

She laughed at that time, a low and soft sound in her throat. “We have all night, Saber. You’ve got plenty of time to make it up to me.”

Saber looked at her with a soft expression in his eye. The sparse candlelight in his room made her hair look like molten gold around her shoulders. He relished the hours he was about to spend between her legs.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. You won’t feel lonely by the time I’m done with you.”

Mathilda chuckled at him, running her hand through his hair again. “I’m not the spoiling type, Saber.”

“No. But you spend a lot of time riding horses. I think its about time you get ridden instead.”

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‘i’m/your pregnant and horny’ sex - Vaike and Sumia!

It had started innocently enough. Well... as innocent as they could possibly be. Vaike was supportive and attentive to her and he had been showering her stomach in kisses and rubbing her sore feet. Six months in, and her ankles were starting to really swell. Everything was.

But Sumia had asked him to massage her shoulders next. She’s sighed and been relaxed and leaned back against his chest as he rubbed her shoulders...

And it wasn’t so innocent when she asked him to massage her breasts next.

“They’re so sore,” Sumia had told him, which wasn’t a lie. Pregnancy had done a lot of things to her body, and her breasts were swollen and aching just like her ankles were.

Vaike had no problems assisting with that. It was hard not to be a little bit enamored with her bosom as it were.

“Your wish is The Vaike’s command,” he’d chuckled, kissing her cheek as his hands reached around her sides to begin gentle ministrations.

Gentle ministrations that made her moan and arch back into him.

“Vaike, that feels so good~”

“Heh... Sumia, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound--”

“Mmmmmm~” she cut him off, biting her bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me...”

His eyebrows raised and his hands paused what they were doing. “...Huh?” Vaike leaned to the side, looking down at her face and he saw that Sumia’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes heady with lust. Gods help him, she was so adorable, but he didn’t want to do anything that might hurt her. Her body was beautiful, even with her growing belly, but it was also sensitive.

“You sure about that?” he asked her. “You’re not still sore?”

Sumia turned her head to look at him with those big, grey eyes that he loved so much. “I’m fine, I just... I need you.”

He smirked and leaned in to kiss her, squeezing her breasts in a manner far more flirtatious than soothing. “What position will be comfortable for you?”

“Mmmm,” she whimpered against his lips. “This, just like this.” She was already in his lap, her back against him. He could reach around to fondle her and she could feel his biceps flexing at her sides. Sumia reached down and tried to fumble with her own clothing, but it was hard to reach with her growing belly and she huffed in impatient frustration.

It made Vaike chuckle. “So eager~ You’re cute when you want me.”

“I always want you, that’s why I’m pregnant.”

“Good point,” he kissed her cheek before adjusting how they sat so he could slip her bloomers off and shimmy her chemise up. He leaned her forward and spread his knees, untying his britches. He pulled her back in, pressing himself against her lower back. “I always want you too. See~?”

She sighed, sounding pleased and reached up a hand to tangle in his hair. Sumia shifted, moving herself up then back down, grinding her hips against him as much as she could. It was a bit awkward, given her belly, but it was still enticing to him. Vaike found very few things about her unenticing.

His hands found her hips and guided her into place, careful as he moved his hips up and guided himself in. They both moaned this time, but Sumia was louder. 

“Oh, Vaike~” her voice was low and long and desperate. “Please... I need you--”

“Don’t worry, sugar tits, I’m right here,” he chuckled as he kissed the back of her neck, bucking against her roughly. He could tell the mood she was in. 

Sumia giggled and gasped. “I bet they’re extra sweet now, aren’t they?”

Vaike laughed again, giving her another strong thrust. It brought another gasp from her. “Sweet’r than all your cakes an’ pies~”

Sumia rolled her hips into him. She had one hand on his knee, holding herself steady. Each of his pushes lifted her a notch closer and closer. Like she was climbing a ladder and he was lifting her up each rung. 

“Don’t stop, Vaike...”

“Didn’t plan on it--” he huffed, his own voice growing as husky and disheveled as hers. “Gods, you feel good.”

Sumia’s voice pitched up. That meant she was close, but not close enough. Vaike leaned forward, pressing his chest flush against her back. His lips trailed along her shoulder, nibbling playfully. “Mmmmm~ Sweet as sugar~”

Sumia giggled again. He loved the way she laughed. He moved his hands from her hips, one reaching to find her breast, the other moving over her belly to trail between her legs. He squeezed her breast and flicked his fingers over her labia, easily finding her clitoris, since he already had her spread and swollen. She grinded back against him and cried out with incoherent wanting.

“Like that, huh?” he teased her, thumb tracing around her areola. She whimpered in wanting. “Come on, Sumia, let me hear you~”

She wasn’t restraining herself, but she cried out all the more at his encouragement. And with another thrust, he felt her whole body clench. There she was. 

Vaike smiled against her shoulder. Sumia’s orgasms lasted a long time. Almost half a minute-- he’d timed her for fun a few times. It felt good, how her body tightened and moistened around him. She was warm and soft and he pumped against her, finding his own release in time for her climax to start ebbing.

Sumia was heavy in his arms, but he didn’t mind holding her when she was lax. He circled both his arms around her again and hugged her, one arm under her breasts and one arm cradling her belly.

“Was that what you needed?” he asked with an out of breath chuckle.

Sumia smiled, nuzzling against him and placing one hand on her tummy. “That was wonderful. Thank you... I love you.”

“I love you too S--” Vaike stopped. And blinked. And looked down at her belly. “Heh! Our little bun is kicking around the oven.”

“Oof,” Sumia grunted. “The bun has good timing.”

Vaike laughed and kissed her hair. “Guess that means I need to rub your tummy next. The bun’s demanding attention too.”

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‘i can’t sleep’ sex - For Lissa!

Lissa traced her fingers down over his shoulders and collarbone. She leaned forward to press her cheek against his. Lon’qu had been out here longer than she had, sitting up on the sofa and staring out the window. 

He could have lit a candle. Done something to keep himself occupied, but this was how he got when he couldn’t sleep. He became diligent. Pretending that they were back on the war trail and he was keeping watch.

It wasn’t often that they both had insomnia. Usually, they took turns comforting each other back to sleep, but... she’d been lying awake for hours. She was too restless.

“Hey,” he muttered, leaning his head back to look at her. Lissa gave him a one-sided smile.

“Hey.”

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

She shook her head. The nightmares had gradually been going away, but sometimes she still dreamed about blood and arrows. “Bad dreams,” she sighed. “I’ve been trying to go back to sleep, but... nothing.”

“Me neither,” he admitted. “Wanna sit up with me?”

“Not if you’re going to be silent,” she poked his chest lightly. “I need a distraction.”

Lon’qu shrugged. “Hard to come by at midnight.”

Lissa’s hands flattened against his skin, slipping under his shirt and feeling the slight bump of his heartbeat under his ribcage. She leaned over the back of the sofa a bit more and pressed her cheek against his. 

“...Can you be my distraction?” she whispered.

“You sure that’s a good idea right now?”

“Yeah. I just... I need think about something else for a while,” she murmured. “I want to feel something living.”

For a long while there was silence. Lon’qu considered it in his head. There were times when they both had to turn the other down. When they knew they were too rattled and shouldn’t make their affection some kind of dependency. 

But other times, it was a comfort. To get lost in each other.

Lon’qu reached his arms back, hooking them around her shoulders. In one swift movement he pulled her forward. Lissa yelped as she was yanked over the back of the sofa and into his lap. It wasn’t the most graceful of motions, but it did the job. Her legs were akimbo and her nightgown had ridden up above her knees. Her hair was bed mussed, but Lon’qu didn’t mind that. He found it endearing, how wild her blonde locks got when she didn’t style her hair.

“This distracting enough for you?” he murmured.

She smirked and adjusted herself, wrapping arms around his shoulders and straddling her thighs over his hips. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts to his chest and brushing her nose against his own. “I think it could be.”

Lon’qu’s breath caught in his throat. It always did when she got close. She loved that little sound, because she knew it wasn’t out of fear anymore. Now, it was because he had a reverence for her that never went away.

He closed the distance between their lips and Lissa let one hand sneak down his chest. The other carded through his hair, grabbing against his nape. 

“Gods, Lissa,” he chuckled against her lips.

“I’m incorrigible,” she justified, kissing his ear between whispers. “And restless.”

Lon’qu slipped one hand up her thigh, thumbing roughly over her labia. Her lips lifted forward in encouragement. She liked the way his hands felt. Callused and warm. It was easy for him to get the better of her when he held her firmly.

“Is that helping?” he asked gently at her ear.

“Starting to,” she muttered and bit her bottom lip to stifle her moan. He drew a circle around her clitoris with his thumb, mindful to keep the sensations spread out. He’d memorized the things she liked since their wedding. That made intimacy easier for him. When he knew exactly what brought her pleasure, he could avoid causing her any pain.

“You’re pretty when you haven’t slept,” he muttered against her lips, teasing but sincere. 

Lissa smirked between kisses. “Stop making fun of me~”

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asked, lips moving to kiss against her jaw. “I thought I was making love to you.”

He made another firm, wide circle between her folds and Lissa’s voice hitched with a yelp. She didn’t stifle this moan, instead clinging to his shoulders with need.

Lon’qu savored the taste of her pulse as he continued his intimate massage. His index finger slipped inward, feeling her core clench around him. Two rhythms for him to feel. Her quickening pulse with every kiss and her vulva squeezing against him. 

Lissa let out another moan, her voice high and breathy. Whatever nightmares had kept her awake were far away now. She was completely distracted by his touch.

“Lon’qu--!” her hand in his hair pulled and Lon’qu had to resist the urge to moan himself. His wife, so wet and wanting in his lap, always got a rise out of him easily.

“Better?” he asked, kissing her throat again as she arched her back into him.

“Yes... Gods, yes,” she sighed. “You’re too good at that, Lon’qu.”

He chuckled and slid his hand back down her thigh, coming to rest at her knee. His other stroke over her hair before circling around her back and hugging her to him. 

Lissa let out another sigh and turned her head into his shoulder. “How about you?” she asked. “Do you need a little attention too?”

He began to rub her back and he shrugged. “I like holding you.”

She yawned. “I like being held.”

“Try to close your eyes,” Lon’qu murmured. “Get some rest.”

Lissa shook her head in vain. “But we’re both awake. You need to sleep too.”

“I will,” he shrugged. “If you’re asleep, I’ll fall asleep too.”

Lissa didn’t know if he was lying or not, but it was harder to fight sleep when her whole body had gone lax. But he made it too easy to fall back to sleep, wrapped up in his arms and utterly relaxed. 

The next day, they’d both still be tired. But Lissa would make it up to her husband by giving him a bit of the treat he had given her.

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nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex

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minacixus‌:

send a number for a drabble/starter. they are sorted into categories ;

 CATEGORY ONE; general

‘i can’t sleep’ sex

‘make up’ sex

‘break up’ sex

‘revenge’ sex

‘rebound’ sex

‘i’m bored’ sex

‘curiosity’ sex

‘first time’ sex

‘hotel room’ sex

‘distraction’ sex

‘anniversary’ sex

‘snuck out of the house to hook-up’ sex

‘post-argument’ sex

‘we’re drunk and horny’ sex

‘comfort’ sex

‘walked in on while naked’ sex

‘to change the subject’ sex

CATEGORY TWO; risky/kinky/strangers

‘i need a place to crash’ sex

‘your friend just told you about a new position’ sex

‘the elevator broke down’ sex

‘end of the world/the world is in chaos’ sex

‘i can’t believe we survived’ sex

‘i caught you masturbating’ sex

‘you caught me masturbating’ sex

‘i’m/your pregnant and horny’ sex

‘we’re in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously aroused’ sex

‘best friend’s younger sibling who suddenly got hot’ sex

CATEGORY THREE; cheating/assumed cheating

‘everyone thinks we’re banging, so we might as well just do it’ sex

‘we’ve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?’ sex

‘randomly hooked up one night and the next monday you walk into my work and i discover that my favourite colleague is actually your husband/wife’ sex

‘one or both of us is in a relationship, but we can’t help it’ sex

‘we’ve both been cheated on by our respective partners, so fuck it’ sex

CATEGORY FOUR; established relationships

‘we just got engaged’ sex

‘i thought you were dead, but you’re not and i can’t believe it’ sex

‘we were childhood sweethearts, and we haven’t seen each other in years’ sex

‘i need to lose my virginity and you’re the only person i want to lose it to’ sex

‘you just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we haven’t seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thing’ sex

‘our families hate each other for (insert reason here) but that doesn’t matter to us’ sex

‘we’re in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship but i still love you more than anything in this world’ sex

[sinstobetold]

“ You look so gorgeous right now…” If Gangrel isn't going to worship that booty FREDERICK WILL-

His words brought a flush to her skin-- every exposed inch of it. Their room was only lit by candles, dim in the late night air. It created an air around them both as they undressed. It cast her figure in a sensual glow. Each curve, from her heavy breasts to the slight but feminine curve of her posterior looked like something out of a painting.

Emmeryn looked at him over her shoulder, her nightgown in hand. Her hair glowed like gold around her shoulders.

“Frederick,” she smiled shyly at him. He was only in his britches now, but he’d stopped disrobing. Staring at her, transfixed. “You’re very handsome yourself,” she murmured, allowing herself to glance at his well-toned chest and arms. In the candlelight, he glowed too.

Frederick stepped closer to her, discarding his own nightclothes as he reached out and slid an arm around her hips. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her shoulder-- where thin scars were barely visible now.

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes fell shut, feeling his skin warm against her own. Against her back. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Frederick asked, his voice deep and wanting. She could tell how much he craved her. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her lower back.

“I think I have an idea,” she gave a breathy laugh. “But I thought you were tired. You’ve had a long day, my love.”

Frederick shugged, smirking into her hair. “I’m not that tired.”

And in one quick motion, Frederick lifted his wife up and swept her onto the bed, falling over her with a glint of desire in his eyes. She smiled in return, a rose, amorous expression, and threaded her fingers into his hair.

“Does this mean you’ll be my guard for the evening?” she teased him lightly.

Frederick chuckled briefly as he trailed a hand down her jaw. Over her shoulder and over her breast. She was all soft curves. No sharp edges, nothing hard or cold. Emmeryn was warm and lush and everything he wanted to protect.

“I’ll always watch over you,” he vowed, kissing her again as his palm settled onto her hip, gently lifting her leg up as he settled in between them.

Emmeryn knew that, and she let one hand drift from his hair to his cheek, tenderly caressing his face as she did. 

“Take me, my love,” she murmured. “I’ll always be yours.”

[melamemea]

sexual sentences .

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”

[my-malleable-muse]

It's Sexual, Sensual, Sinful Sunday!

So, send me your: 

dirty talk

your nsfw headcanons 

your “curious anons wanna know” 

you’re filthy openers 

your slow-burn starters

your suggestive innuendos 

your “Oh myyyyy” images

I’ll take ‘em all.

[sinstobetold]

👀 Bundle - For Sophia. Because are you really surprised?

send “👀 Bundle” for a collection of 5 or more lewd facts about my muse.

Sophia has a high sex drive. She doesn’t realize this until after her honeymoon, but it turns out... she can be very needy, very often. This is part of the reason why her marriage stayed so fruitful, even when she and Anri were fighting.

She wears lacy underthings often, and very well. She has an hourglass figure that is accentuated very nicely in corsets and she knows that she looks good in such lacy constraints. She likes this feeling, and likes knowing that underneath her strict court dresses she is a sensual woman.

Tied into her higher sex drive, Sophia doesn’t require a lot of foreplay to get aroused. She gets wet easily and can climax quickly when her partner knows what they’re doing. 

She’s not picky when it comes to positions. Sophia can be very adventurous with sexual positions and will try just about anything if her partner wants to get flexible. 

Sophia’s favorite kinds of sex are penetrative and hand jobs, because she likes to make eye contact with her partner or be able to press herself against her partner in the midst of the act.

[omnipointcodex]

For every “👀” I get, I’ll post a lewd fact about my muse

Bonus, send “👀 Bundle” for a collection of 5 or more lewd facts about my muse.

[sinstobetold]

It's Monday now, but Anri's here to give Sophia some belated birthday sex. ( Only if you're okay with it, of course-- )

Tomorrow, he would leave again.

Anri hadn’t come home for Emmeryn’s birthday this year (ambushed by Plegian forces) and he wouldn’t be staying to see Chrom’s (they were about to claim the capital, he had to return to the frontlines), but he’d made it home for hers. 

Everything about his actions in this self-declared holy war made Sophia feel sick. But at least when he was here, she didn’t have to face the public unrest alone.

At least when he was here, he did his best to distract her from the paranoid stress and her growing dependency on wine to get through it.

That distraction came in the form of his hands tonight. Lavishing his queen for the night he could linger in what was still their marriage bed. His lips kissed the back of her neck as he unlaced her gown, letting layered skirts fall to the floor.

His hands were rougher from so many battles, and her skin was soft. He craved it, she knew, while he was away. Too righteous to take anyone else to his bed. That was one good thing about such a religious man. Sophia was quite sure that he’d never look at another the way he looked at her.

Never lustfully grope at another woman’s bosom. Never press another woman beneath him and thrust his hips against hers. These were things he saved only for her-- even though she was twice a mother and no longer the petite, porcelain doll he’d made his bride.

“You are a blessing,” Anri whispered in her ear, his voice rugged and needy. 

She needed him too, even if it made her feel complicit and guilty.

“Make love to me,” she murmured, her voice caught between affection and the anticipated sorrow she knew she’d feel when he left in the morning. Even though part of her wanted to stay away from him-- her genociding husband-- so many other parts of her wanted to cling.

Maybe if she kept him between her thighs, he’d call off whatever battle he had planned next.

So she moaned his name and rocked her hips against his. So she kissed against his skin and ran her hands through his hair and begged him quietly to stay. Not to leave her just yet. Stay up another hour, stay another day, stay another year--

Anri smiled against her pulse, misinterpreting her pillow talk for simple loneliness and love. He kissed her quiet and slid his hand between her thighs when she grasped at his shoulders in the middle of the night.

“Happy Birthday, my love~” he whispered. “I promise... by your next, I’ll have won this war for our children and you.”

Sophia felt a sinking in her heart as he made such a vow, and she didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

In one year, they’d both be dead, leaving three children behind and a world of woes in their wake.

[my-malleable-muse]

It's Sexual, Sensual, Sinful Sunday!

So, send me your: 

dirty talk

your nsfw headcanons 

your “curious anons wanna know” 

you’re filthy openers 

your slow-burn starters

your suggestive innuendos 

your “Oh myyyyy” images

I’ll take ‘em all.

[sinstobetold]

“ I could spend all day between your legs…” - for Rinea~

Berkut speaks in a husky groan between methodical thrusts, and despite the fact that they are already in the midst of passion, it still makes her feel embarrassed. Rinea stammers and cant hardly reply, but she lifts a hand as if to cover her face and the fact that she was blushing-- though one could hardly tell given their position.

He noticed, though. Even though she was enjoying it, even though her delicate, pale knees were still spread wide for his rather determined pace, she felt bashful.

“Rinea?” Berkut slowed his rhythm, propping himself up better on an elbow. His other hand moved to cup her thigh and caress his thumb over her soft skin. “My love, are you embarrassed?”

Since he had known her, Rinea had always been reserved. A young women who deserved so much better, but had been raised under a heavy veil of shame. She’d come to his bed the definition of a virginal bride, but wedding vows did not mean it was so easy for her to let go of all the harsh lessons she’d been taught.

So when her eyes fluttered to the side, he knew that she was, indeed, feeling a touch of something self-conscious. 

“N-No, I... I just... uhm... its--” she stumbled over her words, due in part to how difficult it was to uphold a cohesive conversation when he was still plunged halfway inside her. 

“What I said?” he urged her, though his cock was throbbing and desperately wanted to continue. “I mean every word I say, even in our throws.”

Rinea’s other hand came to cover her face too then. “I... Berkut--”

Something in him understood. Even if she didn’t. It was one thing to enjoy their consummation, another to vocalize it. And he couldn’t expect her to be completely accustomed to such talk when they weren’t even a week into their honeymoon.

So he smiled and he lifted his hand from her leg, to instead gently move her own hands away from her cheeks. 

“No no no~” he cooed, shifting a bit so that the arm he supported himself on could slip beneath her hair-- which was loose and wild over the bedsheets. With his other hand, he laced their fingers together and pinned her hand against the bed gently. “No hiding, love. This is what I meant when I said... that I wanted you be comfortable with us.”

Rinea looked up at him and even though he couldn’t feel her pulse, he knew that her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. Meeting her gaze, seeing her grey eyes, overcome with love and lust, made his erection ache all over again. 

“Look at me,” he instructed, voice a special kind of soft that only she would ever hear. “Don’t look away. Don’t hide from me.”

Rinea nodded, but her gaze did not waver. She looked into his dark irises and her hand squeezed against his. “Berkut...”

It was tempting to kiss her, but that would break the connection, and he wanted that for her. For himself. Slowly, he rocked his hips against her, finishing his halted thrust and watching her face, her eyes, as she gasped with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Do you feel me? Can you feel my love for you?”

“Yes--” she answered in a gulping breath. “I love you, Berkut.”

“I know you do,” he assured her, bucking a bit harder now as he resumed their initial pace. “I can tell... Because there is nothing sweeter than the feeling of being inside you.”

For most, such sentiments were playful or flirtatious. But as Berkut repeated his sentiments, each time rutting deeper against her, it was more than just to arouse. 

“Because you are beautiful, Rinea,” he huffed, but never broke the lock of their eyes. “Every inch of you is a blessing.” Not a sin, he didn’t say, but he thought. Nothing about you could ever be shameful.

There was nothing to muffle her when he brought her to a shuddering climax. He liked it that way. Unhinged, sated, and all for him. Her eyes fell to a hazy half-lidded state, but she never looked away. She held onto his gaze with each buck of his hips, and only squeezed his hand tighter as he murmured lustful sentiments through his own completion.

“...I could spend all day between your legs,” he whispered again, cupping her face with one hand as he caught his own breath. “You are everything, Rinea.”

And while she squirmed just a bit in his arms as he said it, she didn’t hide her face this time. Because it wasn’t unseemly or shameful to say such things. Not now. Not when they were finally married.

“You are my everything too, Berkut,” she answered instead, smiling softly. “And I... I suppose that is... what a honeymoon is for. Is it not?”

At that, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked one-sidedly. “My Lady, are you teasing me?”

“N-No! I would never--!”

The answer didn’t matter, because he kissed her quiet and began to make good on his claims to never leave her legs unattended.

[sinstobetold]

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“ - Lissa~

Practice nothing, Lon’qu was getting way too good at this. Lissa couldn’t even find the words to reply with for a moment, she was breathless and floundering at how forward he was. A comment like that went beyond flirtation, and the way his hands slid behind the slits in her skirt made it more of a promise.

And here Lissa thought that she would be the flirtatious one in their marriage. She didn’t realize what a good sparring session did to him.

“W-Well... Don’t leave it there,” she challenged, biting her bottom lip as she took a half-step closer and let her body brush against his own. “I don’t have another patient for two hou-”

Lissa cut off with a surprised yelp as Lon’qu exploratory touch took a turn. Rather than removing her britches beneath, he slipped one callused hand beneath them, running his fingers over her. The surprise that came with him making such a bold move was exciting, and Lissa’s hips eagerly nudged against his hand.

“Gods, Lon’qu!” she gasped, her hands suddenly needing to find extra support at his shoulders. He dipped his head, and she felt his smile upon her neck as his hand parted her vulva and found the path he craved. 

In the months that they’d been married, Lon’qu had still been getting used to intimacy. There were boundaries and comfort zones still in place, and so there were some things which he didn’t do very often. If ever. But the adrenaline that came from winning a good fight made him think a lot less about accidentally hurting her. 

Lissa was never more thankful. 

His hands were rough, but there was something satisfying in that. Each of his calluses traced her silken flesh, and his index and middle fingers slid within her with a friction that made her writhe against him.

“I didn’t think this is... what you meant by ‘inside me,’“ Lissa managed to say before her voice cracked and broke into a moan. Her knees felt like they were about to buckle, but Lon’qu didn’t let her collapse. His free arm circle around her waist, pulling her hard against him as he continued his ministrations. Thumb massaging around the hood of her clitoris, while he stroked come-hither gestures against her walls. 

He liked feeling her clench against his hand. Liked the way her hands quivered on his shoulders. Liked how he could bring her to wordless begging as her hips tried to grind against his hand.

There was something so romantic and empowering about bringing her to climax right there, in the palm of his hand. Nothing more than his touch and his voice.

But Lissa didn’t let go of him when she finally caught up to herself. She didn’t want it to end.

“Lon’qu...”

“Yeah?”

“I still have two hours until my next patient.”

[sinstobetold]

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “ - Vaike to Sumia~

 Vaike wasn’t wrong. When he paid gracious attention to her labia-- licking his way between each fold and teasing her clitoris with rough kisses and a nudge from the bridge of his nose-- Sumia lost all coherent thought. Her voice came in stuttering gasps and chirping moans that cut short with panting and breathless giggles.

She writhed in his grasp, which only made Vaike take a tighter grip of her behind, so she wouldn’t wriggle out of his mouth.

But when he lifted his head just to chuckle at her, Sumia blinked and looked down at him. “I... I do?”

“ ‘Course you do. That voice, all moaning and needy? You’re too hot, sometimes, Sumia” he winked at her from between well-toned thighs. Had Sumia not already been feverish with lust, she would have blushed at that look in his eyes. It was a glint of not just desire, but true endearment.

It made her glad that he already had her on her back. Otherwise, her knees would have gone weak.

Her knees hooked a bit tighter over his shoulders, squeezing him closer to her again. She let out a breathy laugh and clutched the sheets in her hands. “D-Don’t stop then...” her voice was still fluttery in her chest. “I’m so close, Vaike--”

“Heh,” he smirked, kissing her inner thigh affectionately before dipping himself lower once more. “Your wish is my command~”

And knowing that he liked to hear her moaning and helpless, Sumia didn’t try to stifle herself when she called out his name in her release.

[sinstobetold]

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” leanne / naesala

Naturally, a heron knew when to ask these things. With her voice low and smooth, whispered into his ear fresh from a kiss, when he hadn’t the wherewithal to hide his heart or lie to her.

The thought ran across his mind the moment she asked. He wanted to kiss her senseless and feel her clench around him as he buried himself from tip to base inside her folds. He wanted to moan her name and hear her sing back to him in lusty need. He wanted to forget any fear or sorrow he’d ever felt, and replace every sensation with her.

Leanne’s eyes flickered with understanding. She couldn’t read every thought, but she could feel the unbridled passion in his blood. Her hand sifted into his hair, her legs parting and pulling him closer.

“Tell me~” she cooed, tucking dark locks behind his ear. “What do you want to do to me, Naesala~?”

Leanne’s breath was on his lips, and he broke. “I want to make love to you until the sun comes up,” he whispered, bumping his prominent nose against hers. 

Leanne already knew, though. She could feel it in his heart, and she could feel his erection pressing against her. She arched her back upward against him. Her wings readjusted as she moved closer beneath him. Her hands snuck down his chest, unbuttoning the closures of his trousers.

“Then do it,” she said with a smile. “I’m already yours.”

After their first night together, it was much easier for Leanne to coax Naesala into letting go-- and so much harder for him to hide from her.

"As I am yours,” he whispered back, his heart exposed as his lips nuzzled against her neck. He kissed her pulse as her delicate hands wrapped around his length and stroked him gently. He groaned and his wings flexed outward before curling back in-- a habit she had noticed that happened when he was aroused. 

Leanne’s voice was melodious, even when she moaned. It was a secret kind of music she saved only for him. When he entered her and their hearts echoed each other. 

“I love you--” he gasped when her pale touch toyed with the feathers at the base of his wings. “Leanne...”

“Naesala,” she called back to him, biting her bottom lip as she bucked her hips up into him. “I know, my heart, my soul... I love you too.”

And it turned out, Leanne wanted to same thing Naesala did. To make love until the sun came up, and lose herself in the feeling of being entirely his.