Hi!! sorry if weird question but do you know of any good jack x sally smut fanfics 😭😭😭😭
Anon, this ask is what made me revive my own Jally smutfic. I don't think anyone's been brave enough to ask me for this, so here are my recommendations!
A Strange Warmth by Willow-Wordsmith
"After the events of the movie. One day Sally gets a sudden warm feeling while thinking of Jack while he's busy at work, resulting in a foreign wet sensation between her legs. "Could there be a leak in the roof?", she ponders. Perhaps she'll tell Jack about it when he comes home…"
Why? by WolfyMagician
"Jack and Sally engage in one of the best perks of being married. However, there is always a con to a pro…"
Lie with Me Under the Universe by Yours_In_Darkness
"A Jally First-Time fic."
Vehement by rainbowthefox
"Sally is living the perfect life with Jack Skellington after moving into his Manor. The two of them are taken by surprise when she starts feeling a strange desire, which will shortly make itself known."
--I tend to be veeeery picky when it comes to Jack X Sally lemon/smutfics, and I only have a handful of favorites. Wattpad has quite a few on there, but they just don't feel special to this couple. As in, you could replace them with any other character(s) in the story and it wouldn't change anything -- typical standard smut is what I mean.
"Vehement" used to be a full-fledged 18+ story I wrote, but I am in the process of rewriting it and nothing explicit has happened just *yet*, but it will soon. I hope you enjoy these and maybe someone else can add their own recommendations!
Audrey's been stressing and losing sleep trying to fix the realm, so the gals go to help her.
Audrey nervously sat at the end of a bed fidgeting with her thumbs, her eyes having clear signs of stress and lack of sleep. In front of her stood three women, Betty, Allison and Alice.
"What's this about?" Audrey asked already on edge by Alice's grin.
Allison crossed her arms in concern before replying, "We've noticed that you've been overworking yourself trying to fix the place up and it's clearly taking a toll on you."
The girl cocked a brow and shook her head, "You're overthinking it, I'm doing just fine." She went to stand up but was quickly pushed back down by Alice's foot against her stomach. "Hey!"
"Told you she'd be stubborn." Alice said in amusement towards Allison as Betty stepped away from her. "Shall I start or do you want to?"
"Start what?!" Audrey questioned in frustration as she pushed the woman's foot away. "What are you three planning?!"
Allison huffed and smirked, "I'll go get the stuff ready while you and Betty do your thing." Ignoring Audrey's pleas of confusion she turned towards the room's drawers and opened one of them as Alice crept closer to the girl.
Backing away further onto the bed to increase the distance between her and Alice, Audrey was caught by surprise upon backing into Betty who had sat herself on the other side of the bed. Before she could speak the masked woman gently slid her hands onto hers and held them, the careful hold stunned Audrey enough for Alice to reach her prey.
"We're not going to hurt you, deary." Betty softly reassured, "Just think of it as a massage."
Audrey couldn't respond as the twisted angel's mouth invaded hers in a sloppy kiss, her face held in place by Alice's sharp grip. Betty now tightened her hold on the girl's hands and with the help of Alice gradually lifted them up close to the top railing of the bed, there rested rope that they used to tie up her wrist to restraint her.
"Huh?" Audrey breathlessly muttered as her lips were finally freed and she glanced up in slow uneasiness. "Why are my hands tied up?!" She tugged at them in a failed attempt to escape.
"To prevent you from escaping of course!" Allison answered as she plopped a bag onto the bed as she stood naked at the end straightening a strap-on to her hips, grabbing Alice's legs and pulling her closer to her audible protest. "No more teasing, Alice."
With a flustered and shocked face while being unable to move, Audrey watched as Alice sat up against Allison who lifted up the angel's dress exposing her to the two and began rubbing the silicone between her thighs. Her body stirred as Allison slipped into Alice with ease before slowly pulling out and thrusting back into her, her soft cries of pleasure stung the girl's burning ears as she tried to hide the very visible fact that she getting horny.
The twisted angel moved her head back to whisper something to the other while moaning deeply, Allison perked up with a little smirk and slid her hands over the woman's chest before tugging her dress down exposing her breast in front of Audrey who couldn't help but gasp out a whine and tug at the rope.
Using one hand to grope one breast and the other hand to Alice's clit in rough rubbing motions Allison moved her hips more harsher to her satisfaction, she then decided to press her mouth against the crook of Alice's neck leaving harsh kisses and bites that the angel made very clear she enjoyed.
"How is this helping me?!" Audrey managed to spout out through a nearly dry mouth, a hand belonging to Betty carefully slithering up her shirt lifting it slightly startling her.
"You'll see, sweetie." The masked woman answered softly before looking over at Allison who gave her a slight nod while Alice didn't even try to contain her grin.
Pulling out to allow Alice to reposition herself laying down on Audrey's lap before crawling onto the bed herself, Allison grabbed onto the woman's waist and slipped the dildo back into her resuming their activity to Audrey's dismay. Alice wrapped her arms around the girl's legs preventing her from moving them and stared up at her with a malicious smile while trying to stifle her moans, it was clear that she was deeply enjoying tormenting her.
Audrey's thoughts turned more perverted as she couldn't help but wanting to be in Allison's place pounding into the wicked angel, but her daydream was cut short upon feeling Betty's other hand gently rub just near her crotch if not just a teasing touch.
The maiden massaged and slid her finger tips under her pants deeper and deeper with each rub, Audrey thankful that her jeans were strong enough to not form a tent from her hard on but also distressed from the lack of release. Betty knew this and still chose to just brush her fingers around the base in teasingly rough motions, the girl's disgruntled cry causing her to huff in satisfaction.
"Betty, please..." The girl begged while shifting her hips just for a touch but failed due to Alice's hold on her legs, "I'll do anything!" She pathetically whined to Alice's great joy who could only chuckle darkly.
Betty's grip halted yet tightened on her before she looked over at Allison, it wasn't clear to Audrey due to her heart beat filling her ears but Betty's breathing was hot and heavy with ink dripping from behind her mask, she wanted nothing more than to fulfil Audrey's desire if not worse.
Huffing out a smile and turning Alice onto her side, Allison nodded her head towards Betty who used both her hands to unbuckle Audrey's belt unzipping her pants and carefully pushed them off passed her hips, only leaving her panties which were failing to conceal the large bulge throbbing in its prison.
"My my~" Alice hummed as she playfully grabbed the strap of the underwear and slowly pulled them down. "How about we let your little friend-" She blinked in surprise as Audrey's member sprung up to its full length after escaping the cloth, "... out..."
Biting her lip and wrapping her hand around the thing as it throbbed and leaked for attention, Alice pressed her lips against the side rewarding her a deep groan from Audrey before turning the groans into weak cries as she began stroking, but soon the kissing were partnered with long licks and suckling giving her ears a lovely tune from the girl before giving her a full on blowjob.
"That should keep her quiet for now." Allison let out an exhausted giggled as she sluggishly slowed her thrusting to a stop and pulled the silicone out of Alice's pussy bringing along a string of her juices that detached from the object. "Remember not to over do it, Alice." She said before unbuckling the strap off.
Alice only replied with a muffled huff as she bobbed her head while holding onto the others inner thigh to spread them more. Audrey could only lay back groaning lowly as she enjoyed the warmth Alice's mouth was giving her, her hands finally relaxing from their white knuckled state as Betty whispered sweet reassurance to her.
"Want me to make her go deeper?" Betty softly suggested to Audrey who subconsciously nodded while Alice just cocked a brow at them not knowing what was coming her way.
Suddenly Betty grabbed Alice's head and pulled her head to fully engulf the cock to its base causing her to loudly gag in surprise, Audrey on the other hand arched her back with a loud moan as she then began thrusting her hips.
Alice could do nothing but keep a hold on Audrey's hips as she basically fucked her throat, tears ran down her face along with saliva but that didn't stop her from staring daggers at the two.
Jerking her head with a whimper, Audrey tugged harshly at her restraints. "I'm gonna cum!"
Betty let go of Alice who went to remove herself only to have her head pushed back into place by Allison, "Nah ah, you're swallowing."
The twisted angel's eyes widen as Audrey came inside her mouth, her grip tightening as she could feel the warm liquid flow into her stomach and drip out her disfigured mouth. Her eyes nearly rolled back as a few more humps made her swallow more, Allison gently moved her head back to give the woman back her oxygen.
Through deep breaths and gasp, Alice gradually got back her composer and glared at Allison. "You'll pay for that greatly." She threatened towards the woman who only replied with a smile.
"Mo-More~" Audrey stammered out weakly, her cock still in its hardened form twitching for more attention to the three women's quiet surprise.
"She must be really pent up if she's still like that after releasing such a load." Betty commented as her arms rested around Audrey.
Alice immediately pointed at Allison who went to speak, "Your turn, my throat needs a break after that stunt."
"Whatever you say." Allison shrugged her shoulders with a smirk and watched her get off the bed before crawling closer to Audrey, the girl breathing in needy anticipation.
Laying herself down to Audrey's waist and grabbing her shaft, Allison stroked the member as she planted kisses from the base slowly up to her stomach and with Betty's help her head slipped under the girl's shirt.
Audrey moaned sharply upon Allison's mouth meeting one of her breast and tugged more at the rope as she stroked her cock while occasionally rubbing the tip with her palm, poor girl was already at the edge when Allison began leaving bruises and bite marks around her chest and made her whine weakly.
Just as she jerked her hips about ready to climax her second load, the angel stopped and removed herself up straight from Audrey which confused and angered her. She went to protest but shut herself up upon Allison pulling her slightly forward before grabbing the back of her knees pushing them to her chest and climbing on top of her, into the amazon position.
Lifting herself up above her penis that throbbed for her touch, Allison steadied herself as she grabbed onto the others thighs for support and lowered her hips. The motion mixed with a new type of warmth spun Audrey's head in a way that caused her to instinctively try to thrust herself deeper into the woman, however her efforts were futile as Allison held her lower body still.
The girl cursed loudly to herself through harsh cries as the angel rode her at a pleasuring pace, the tugging at the rope restraining her wrist got more rougher as she desperately wanted to pervertedly grab at Allison's body. She could do nothing but watch as she entered in and out of her with ever-growing wetness and pathetic moans, Audrey felt so close yet so far to her climax.
Feeling hands grab onto the sides of her face, Audrey looked up at Betty's false face as her thumbs gently carees her cheeks. "Relax yourself, sweetie." Her soft words were enough for Allison to begin being filled with Audrey's cum as it squirted out in thick loads.
Allison rode her hips more before slowing down upon reaching her own orgasm, her soft moans slipping through her lips as Audrey's cock throbbed out a few more drops. Lifting herself up after her body relaxed letting the cock slip out with a quiet pop as thick cum flowed out of her pussy.
"There~." Allison breathlessly said as she removed herself from Audrey who was a panting mess allowing her legs to stretch back out. But they both knew it wasn't over as Audrey's penis twitched and leaked for more attention, and the rope was already close to fully snapping from her repeated tugging judging by the many strands of broken thread from it.
"I think it's time we remove the restraints, Betty." Allison commented as she eyed Alice examining inside the bag. "The rope is starting to tear."
Gentle as ever, Betty slid her hands up Audrey's arms and began untying her wrist much to the girl's relief. Her arms flopped down onto her lap as soon as they were freed allowing her to crack out any discomfort, the rope marks would surely be there for a while.
Crawling back onto the bed with her "goodies", Alice sat next to Allison with a smirk before she moved onto Audrey's lap holding a rather small object and a bottle of flavoured lubricant. Said object was a thin bumpy rod estimated to be the length of her index finger with a ball on top, it greatly confused the cartoonist at first until Alice started lubricating the object and the tip of her penis.
"What is that?" Audrey asked with caution as the cold lube made her shiver, her hands gripping onto the bed sheets.
With the grin having no sign of leaving, Alice nonchalantly answered in her own way. "Don't worry, it's banana flavoured." Tossing the lube aside and nudging Allison behind her causing her to roll her eyes and hold onto Audrey's thighs, Alice grabbed Audrey's cock and began carefully pushing the rod into her urethra.
Audrey was quick to grab onto the woman's wrists while whimpering from the dull pain but that didn't stop the devilish angel, she leaned in close to the poor girl and playfully kissed her on the lips with the occasional bite on the lips and tongue. Separating from her upon the ball of the rod reaching the tip of the penis that pulsated and leaked, Alice giggling to herself from Audrey's already weakened state.
Uncontrollably loosening her hold on Alice, Audrey's body tremble in both pain and pleasure as the woman stroked her cock. "What is that?!" She finally managed to sputter out before watching Allison pull her pants down to her knees and Alice positioning herself above Audrey's member, holding the hem of her dress up before dropping it to hide the view.
"You're only allowed to cum once I've had my fill of satisfaction, that's what it's for." Alice cheerfully answered as Audrey stared back in horror, "You may touch me but only where my hands lead yours." She shook Audrey's hands off her wrists and moved them to her waist before she then lowered herself.
Arching her back with a deep moan while she shakily held onto Alice's waist tightly as she entered more and more into her pussy, before reaching the base the angel playfully gyrated her hips and slammed them down causing Audrey to thrust upward into an orgasm that never came.
"FUCK~!" Audrey exclaimed loudly as she desperately yet sluggish tried pounding into Alice who could do nothing but watch gleefully while continously riding her.
"Is this really a good idea?" Betty asked with worry as Audrey's body trembled against hers.
Allison shrugged her shoulders, "If not, Alice will be the one to find out." She answered before squinting her eyes and slowly moving away from Alice.
"O-Oh shut it you two!" Alice chuckled while dragging a claw up Audrey's shirt cutting it and exposing her chest, "I've got her under control, at the end of this I'll have her begging like the dog she is~." She caressed her hands up to Audrey's neck wrapping her fingers around in a gentle strangle.
Another failed orgasm pulsated through Audrey's body causing her to whimper pathetically enough for her to pant heavily with her tongue out, Alice's eyes lit up at this as she increased the speed of her hip movements. "Good girl~! I can even feel you get bigger inside me~." She grabbed one of her hands and guided them to her breast, "Make sure not to die on me~."
Audrey could barely take in what the other said as her 3rd failed orgasm came causing her already hazy brain to fog up completely in desperate lust before a sudden 4th one pushed her closer to the edge, how much more could she take?
Before she knew it a sudden zap snapped her out of the haze enough for her to notice her marked hand trickling with electricity. She feared for the worst when said electricity pulsated through Alice's body causing her body to arch back, but it wasn't of pain as she cried out in pure ecstasy.
The angel's body shuddered and twitched as her pussy squirted in what she felt was a never ending orgasm until she nearly fell forward, catching herself and her breath as she stared bewildered at Audrey who shared the same expression.
"What was that?" Allison asked in curious amusement and a mix of I told you so.
"I-I don't know!" Audrey answered nervously as Alice weakly lifted herself up off of her shaft. "I am so sorry, Ali-" Alice's hand smacked onto her mouth cutting her off.
"Not. Another. Word." The malicious angel growled before she shakily yet carefully began removing the tiny rod, Audrey gasping and whimpering as each bump popped out. "I'll still be keeping my word."
She grabbed the girl's torn shirt and pulled her up right with a glare, "But you'll be the one doing the work." Alice stated as she laid on her back and wrapped her legs around Audrey's body, the girl herself could only respond with a sheepish nod before grabbing a hold of her legs.
Audrey had almost forgotten how badly horny she was a moment ago until she re-entered Alice's pussy that throbbed from earlier and immediately got into the thrusting rhythm, the cartoonist being quick to let out moans and groans while the twisted angel tried and failed to keep her pleasured cries quiet.
Than finally Audrey came, thick loads filled Alice with a satisfying warmth as she slowly humped her before pulling out. Her whole body feeling like jelly, Audrey collapsed on top of Alice who promptly pushed her to the side.
"How you feeling, Audrey?" Allison asked while putting her clothes back on, Betty scooting over to check the girl's pulse before rolling her over onto her back.
The poor girl was still semi hard and looked absolutely exhausted, "That felt amazing, but I think I won't be able to move my legs for a while." She shifted her head to the side watching Alice get up off the bed.
"Serves you right for zapping me." Alice rudely remarked before getting a soft hit upside the head by Allison who in return got a snarl.
Moving her head back to face the ceiling, Audrey was caught by surprise upon Betty pressing her bare breast against her face as she leaned on top of her.
"Mphf?!" Miss Drew went to speak but Betty slipped her nipple into her mouth and held the back of her head.
"You're still hard, Sweetie." The masked woman hummed as she began stroking Audrey's cock causing it to fully erect again, "Just relax~."
Audrey easily obeyed and relaxed her body as she sucked and licked the woman's nipples, her hands gripping the bed sheets with the occasional moanful hip thrust.
"I guess it is fair for Betty to have a go." Allison smirked as she began putting the used items away while Alice just sat back watching.
After a few minutes and a hitched moan, Audrey released the last load of the day onto Betty who cupped her hand over the tip.
"Good girl~" Betty hummed as she caressed the girl's hair and carefully got off of her, she huffed happily upon Audrey slowly falling asleep and used a handkerchief to clean her hand.
Alice snickered, "I didn't think she'll fall asleep that quickly afterwards." She walked over to the bed and poked the unconscious woman.
"It makes sense, with the work load, lack of sleep and sex it'll be bound to knock one out." Allison helped Betty reposition Audrey on the bed to be more comfortable.
"I dare say you two enjoyed that more than she did though." Betty added as she placed a blanket over the snoring Audrey, both angels just side eyed each other before looking away.
"But besides that, whose idea was it anyway?" Betty asked. "Sure it was fun but I do think my teas would've helped just as much." She stared at Alice who defensively gestured to Allison.
Allison sheepishly laughed and blushed, "I usually find that sexual stimulation can be great for stress relief, and I figured if it worked for me it'll work for her." She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "Bringing you two wasn't my original plan but I thought the more the merrier."
Alice squinted her eyes in thought before shrugging, "I see no reason to argue, I've had fun making her tremble again." The angel chuckled.
"Well we best leave her be." Betty cupped her hands, "And it's also best we all have a shower after that."
The other women nodded in agreement and followed her out of the room, leaving Audrey to sleep peacefully.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Armored Core (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: C4-621 | Raven/V.IV Rusty, C4-621 | Raven & V.IV Rusty, C4-621 | Raven/Handler Walter
Characters: C4-621 | Raven, V.IV Rusty (Armored Core), Handler Walter (Armored Core)
Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary C4-621, 621 has a tdick, Vaginal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Petplay, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Kind Of, its mostly just kinky, Marking, Biting, not really shipping 621 and rusty but kind of shipping. its complicated, but they are friends
Series: Part 3 of Cornered Prey
Summary:
621 meets Rusty for drinks, and Rusty helps them work out some energy.
Office AU -- I imagine their relationship level is ~B Support
18+
What was he here for again? Hubert can't think. It was sticky notes? Or was it another stapler… staples? What is a stapler anyway? He supposes it doesn’t matter. He’ll remember soon enough.
If one thing was certain, he didn’t come into the supplies closet looking for Ferdinand.
--
“Why are you here?” Ferdinand asks.
“Are you dense? I’m looking for supplies.”
Ferdinand rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean, it’s almost 9PM. You should go home so I don’t see you if I don’t need to.”
--
Their other colleagues had left the office at five o’clock. The evening cleaners were gone too. Hubert thought he was alone, hearing nothing but the clicking of his keyboard and the soft patter of the rain outside. Since Ferdinand sat at the opposite end of the office, Hubert didn’t realize he decided to stay late too.
--
“I need to access the shelf behind you, Aegir.”
“Can’t you wait outside? There isn’t enough space in here for two people.”
“Stop being difficult,” Hubert says. “I just need to refill the printer, it’s out of cyan.”
--
His hair is softer than expected. So are his lips -- not that Hubert actually ever thought about kissing Ferdinand, but now that it’s happening he wonders why he never thought of it before. Usually he wanted that mouth to keep shut, but as his hands go from tugging on his ponytail to running down down down Ferdinand’s sides and around to grasp his ass, he’ll mark this down as the first time Hubert is pleased when his mouth opens to moan.
--
“I’m serious,” Ferdinand says. “It’s cramped in here.”
“Just move to the side.”
“Hey, watch out” --Ferdinand must have forgotten they hate each other if he’s thinking about his well-being-- “you’re gonna hurt yourself if you trip over--”
--
Ferdinand flips them around so Hubert’s the one with his back pushed against the shelf. Fingers hook into his belt loops, drags his body closer, and then Ferdinand begins grinding.
This is Ferdinand, Hubert thinks. He’s the one who wouldn’t move out of the way of the toner. He should be home doing whatever he does out of office, making dinner or whatever, not distracting him in the supplies closet so he can’t get any work done. This is Ferdinand, and out of everyone who worked in this building he shouldn’t be the one who makes Hubert’s mind fuzzy and makes his blood rush south and whose body he’s pushing back against, whose little gasps against his neck shouldn’t make heat curl in his gut--
Ferdinand gets on his knees.
It seems they have both lost their minds, Hubert knows this much, especially when Ferdinand begins placing slow, small kisses to the front of Hubert’s pants until he’s hard enough to mouth over the tent, and then his tongue darts out to drag slowly up the fly.
If he doesn’t get on with it, Hubert is sure he’s about to come in his pants from the sight alone. Somehow Ferdinand seems to know because his hands suddenly go to undo his belt, and push his clothing down to bundle around his knees. His cock springs free and -- oh, it slaps against Ferdinand’s cheekbone and he flinches (slightly, only slightly, but enough to notice). Hubert commits the image to memory; it may be the only time he’ll ever get to see it.
Ferdinand licks a strip across his palm and grabs the base of Hubert’s cock. Then he brings his opened mouth to the tip, and when he presses the flat of his tongue against the head, Hubert’s hand shoots to the top of Ferdinand’s head to thread through the base of his ponytail.
If there was a universe where they got along, Hubert thinks when he makes small thrusts into Ferdinand’s mouth to test the limits, they wouldn't need to have quick blow jobs after office hours between dusty reams of paper and broken keyboards. He wouldn’t need to keep half his mind on the sound of the pens rattling in their holders with every thrust, trying not to bump back too hard and have the contents of the shelves spilling over them. He wouldn’t need to be wary of anyone passing by the door (even though he knows they’re the only two left in the building he’s still cautious), but they could be touching each other -- doing more, without rush but with real privacy.
Ferdinand was actually a genius at fixing the printer, maybe if they got along he wouldn’t need to keep cursing the damn machine and could save himself half an hour just by asking for help.
His thrusts become deeper.
“Aegir,” Hubert manages to say, nearly breathless. His fingers tighten in Ferdinand’s hair and he pulls his head down as his hips move up.
Ferdinand’s hand goes from gripping Hubert’s cock to around the front of his thigh. Then he pulls off slightly until just the head is in his mouth and breathes deeply, then pushes forward until he’s taking every inch into his throat and his nose is pressing into the hair there.
Ferdinand is so pretty -- the complete opposite of himself. Maybe that's why he dislikes him so much since they seemed too different to ever get along. But looking at him now, on his knees with Hubert's length heavy on his tongue, cheeks hollowed, and his other hand stroking himself, he thinks maybe he should give him a chance. Maybe he’ll buy him lunch one day as a peace offering, then he wouldn’t feel so mad at himself for succumbing to whatever feeling he’s been pushing away.
When he pulls on his hair to take him off from sucking his cock, Ferdinand’s tongue peeks out from between his wet lips to swipe at the air as if wanting him back. When he looks up and their eyes meet, with his cheeks red and hair mussed instead of in its usually neat ponytail, Hubert thinks this is the prettiest he has ever seen him.
His hand starts tugging at the both of them, making Hubert’s hips twitch while Ferdinand thrusts lightly into his own palm. The slick sound of his hand as it works its way up and down his length, and his open mouth waiting for whatever Hubert has to give--
When his grip tightens again in copper hair, Ferdinand sticks his tongue out. Hubert’s hips thrust forward away from the shelf for the last time, and his breath shudders as he comes, spurts of white landing on Ferdinand’s tongue. When he leans back against the shelf, he watches as Ferdinand’s throat bobs when he swallows. Just another image Hubert supposes he will need to commit to memory.
Ferdinand’s cheeks are still flushed. His lips are wet and red. He’s definitely going to need to redo his ponytail before they leave, and Hubert wonders how he’ll accomplish that with his own come sticky between his fingers. All Hubert can think is I did that to him.
"Not a word about this, Vestra."
Ferdinand's voice is rough, but he feels no better -- at least he can still speak while Hubert is slack-jawed and speechless. He nods in agreement, but Hubert is certain he’ll buy Ferdinand lunch one day.
Rundown of this Superhero AU:
- Ferdinand's identity is public (being a superhero is his job)
- Hubert is a villain who uses magic to hide his identity, but his civilian job is a journalist
- Hubert uses darkness for his powers, Ferdinand uses the light (so original, woow)
- For fun, this is just an nsfw fic (and before they catch any real feelings for each other)
Top!Hubert/Bottom!Ferdinand
18+
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His back slams into a wall, and Ferdinand’s body breaks into the abandoned steel mill. The dust plumes above him into a cloud, and it sticks into his hair and in his throat when he gasps from the impact. Then he coughs, spits the blood between his teeth onto the concrete floor, and gets back up from the debris.
Dark Bishop is not going to get away with this.
“Ferdinand, Fodlan’s most beloved hero,” Dark Bishop drawls, stepping through the new break in the wall. The tips of his fingers glow purple as they charge more magic to strike with. “They’ll need to find a replacement, though, since you will die tonight.”
“No one’s dying tonight.”
“No need to be so noble,” he replies. The purple glow flows up to his palms, and begins to swirl into a sphere. “Why deal with life and death if you aren’t ready to pay for it?”
Ferdinand grits his teeth. If only there was more light right now that he could absorb, but it’s night and they're in the outskirts of the city where even the streetlamps barely flicker. Dark Bishop would be easier to handle if his own powers weren’t dampened.
“I can’t,” Ferdinand says. “I’m not—”
“Willing or able?” he interrupts. “Nothing but a pawn, aren’t you? If they didn’t sign your cheques I wonder what you’d do?”
“The same thing — take you down.”
I’m still quick, Ferdinand thinks, and I still have my strength. He clenches a fist and takes a long leap toward the other man just as he aims another burst of dark magic. It works, and Dark Bishop brings his hand back down so he can dodge instead of attack.
But Ferdinand’s fist misses. Then a small, powerful blast of magic hits him from the side and makes him skid across the concrete floor over the broken glass, forcing him deeper into the abandoned mill until his back collides with a rusting furnace.
He manages to stand up despite his head feeling as if it's swimming, and when he puts a hand to his forehead Ferdinand immediately regrets the single second of respite as his vision is covered in darkness. His arms are quickly pinned against the furnace, and when he tries to break free the grip on his wrists tighten.
“Wonder if you’ll get out of this one this time,” Dark Bishop says.
It's almost routine at this point. They’ve been in this situation countless times before, either Ferdinand or Dark Bishop with their backs pressing up against a wall and trapped in by the other. Each time someone manages to barely squeeze out of the hold — but Ferdinand’s powers are extremely low tonight, nearly used up from a fight earlier in the evening.
Maybe this will be the first time he doesn’t.
But he doesn’t let that show. “Of course I will,” he says, and hopes he fakes enough confidence in his voice to sound believable. “You know I always do.”
Dark Bishop smirks. His fingers begin to glow purple again. “I’d like to see you try.”
There’s tingling in his wrists as the magic builds, and Ferdinand begins trying to wrestle out of the grip. He can’t give up.
He looks around. The windows are broken and uncovered, but the sky is cloudy and the moon is obscured; there isn't enough light to aid him. There are no streetlamps near either, none that work anyway, and he thinks Dark Bishop must have picked this place on purpose.
He looks more immediately around. Rusted, twisted metal pipes and broken wires. He could try to cause a distraction, just enough to startle the other man so he would loosen his grip, but how, and would he even fall for it? Or would he only manage to damage an already crumbling building? His wrists begin to heat, and he realizes he’s losing time. What about closer? He looks down on the floor — can the broken glass help him? The dusty, discarded hardhat? Or—
Ferdinand's face goes red and he gasps. "W-wait."
He tries to shift in place, but realizes his ankles, too, are bound by shadow-like chains.
“Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
Ferdinand glares at the other man. “It’s my suit,” he says. “It’s…”
Dark Bishop looks down between them and raises an eyebrow. “Oh.”
There is a tear in his suit that begins near his hip and goes upward toward his chest. The opening is wide enough to expose enough skin to make Ferdinand self-conscious, and he knows if he keeps fighting in a room littered with shards of glass and jagged metal it may very well tear his outfit to shreds.
“Don’t look,” Ferdinand says instinctively. The end of the tear by his hip is dangerously close to revealing more of himself than he wants. He has ruined suits before, but he’s always been lucky that the rip wasn’t around anywhere that made him embarrassed.
“Really, Ferdinand? You’re worried about propriety in this situation?”
“Just don’t look,” he repeats again. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Then where would you rather have me look?” But Dark Bishop doesn’t wait for an answer, his gaze already back to meeting Ferdinand’s own.
His face flushes even deeper from Dark Bishop’s stare. He has green eyes? Ferdinand thinks. He’s never been able to see them this close before.
The clouds in the night sky drift away, casting streams of moonlight across the mill’s floor. His eyes trail again to the broken window. A full moon. Some of its light touches Ferdinand’s hands still held against the furnace. Good. Natural light is the quickest, strongest type he can absorb; he needs just a little longer and he might have enough strength to wrestle his way out of this mess.
But he may not need it, he realizes, when the tingling of magic on his skin begins to fade and the grip around his wrists starts to ease. Ferdinand looks back to Dark Bishop, his face still a mere few inches away from his own.
Finally, Dark Bishop quickly releases his grip, though his open hands still hover over Ferdinand's wrists.
"You can go, if you want."
He can leave. Slip away into the night. Ferdinand can use the moonlight to fly home, throw away his ruined suit and ask for a new one. Take a shower to get the sweat off his skin and the dirt from his hair.
But he didn’t become a hero to give up so easily.
"What about you?" Ferdinand asks. "Are we still fighting?"
"I've already won," Dark Bishop says, "you've lost your will to fight."
As angry as that makes him, Ferdinand can't find the words to form a reply. He guesses he really has lost his spark.
But another type of spark ignites inside and he tries to put it out. The longer Dark Bishop lingers, the more he notices things about the man that makes Ferdinand want to stare. He’s never seen green eyes quite as piercing as his. Unfortunately he won’t recognize his face after this, even as much as Ferdinand tries to remember what he looks like right now; Dark Bishop must use some type of spell to obscure his identity — the memory of his face will be as clear as a dream he suddenly needs to wake from.
“Are you going?” Dark Bishop asks.
He finally finds his words again. “I can’t just leave,” he responds. “I need to stop you.”
“And if I comply?”
Ferdinand shakes his head. “I can’t trust you on that.”
“I’m a villain, not a liar.”
It's true, he's never known Dark Bishop to outright lie — at least to him. Like the one time Ferdinand solved his stupid little riddle and got the password to disabling a device from turning off the city's entire power. Sometimes Ferdinand wondered if he was a villain to be annoying or if there was a larger plan at work.
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. He can leave, Ferdinand reminds himself again. Dark Bishop isn't a liar. The chains around his ankles are gone, the grip around his wrists slackened.
“So why can’t I move?” Ferdinand’s voice is a near whisper. “What have you done?”
“I’m not doing anything,” Dark Bishop responds in an equally low voice. His hands — they move from hovering over his wrists and go down slowly so Ferdinand’s eyes can track its movements, and they end as a grip on his hips.
There’s no magic in this touch but he feels that spark again.
He finally has the ability to move, and he lowers his arms from against the furnace so he can place his hands over Dark Bishop’s own, whose thumbs are running small circles over Ferdinand’s hips.
They must be thinking the same thing as they both start moving slowly to not startle the other in this… truce, shuffling their feet so they can slot their legs and eventually their bodies closer together. Ferdinand looks up again to meet Dark Bishop's gaze, and then to his mouth. Ferdinand licks his own lips.
Slowly they lean in — still a little scared, still a little nervous of rejection in a moment of clarity, maybe a hidden motive. Ferdinand closes his eyes but keeps half his mind alert (just in case, just in case), but when their lips finally meet the thoughts melts away.
It's only one long, soft kiss — nothing more than just a press of their lips together. But, it's a kiss that still makes Ferdinand's heart beat faster, makes his skin hot. And when they break apart Ferdinand immediately needs to ask.
"Why?"
Dark Bishop's thumb plays along the edge of the rip in Ferdinand's suit. "Seems I've lost the fight, too."
Ferdinand — that does it, he takes Dark Bishop's hand, the one playing around the edge of the rip on his suit — and guides it underneath. His hand immediately begins exploring skin, and he watches the outline of his hand underneath the fabric traveling across his stomach and his hips until he begins to slowly climb higher up. The leather glove is soft against him, and he shivers when fingers go up to his chest and brushes against his nipple.
It isn’t right — but it doesn’t feel wrong, either. If he really thinks about it, distracting Dark Bishop is to his advantage since the sun would be coming up over the horizon in just over an hour. His own powers would start to grow when the other’s will start to wane.
Besides, he wants this. He can admit that now. And if the growing outline in Dark Bishop's pants is anything to go by he wants this too.
Another brush against his nipple and Ferdinand sucks in a breath. Dark Bishop catches his lips in another stream of slow kisses, until Ferdinand grows impatient and opens his mouth to let the other man's tongue past his lips. Ferdinand's blood rushes south with each stroke against him, the outline of his length starting to press against the front of his suit. The other is hand traveling up his hip, his waist, to his chest.
“Oh…” Ferdinand eyes close when he feels his other nipple being rolled and pinched between fingers above the fabric of the suit.
Dark Bishop moves from his mouth to his jaw; he probably tastes like the salt of sweat and the chalk of flying debris they were just fighting in, but he keeps kissing and biting. The hand under his suit pulls out to move to Ferdinand’s mouth, and he licks the leather of the gloves, tasting the metallic cling of dark magic on two of his fingers. He allows them to push past his lips and swirls his tongue around, covering them in his saliva, treating them like he would if it was a dick in his mouth when he sucks.
You’re doing this, Ferdinand tries to tell himself in an unexpected moment of clarity, because the sun will be up soon. It has nothing to do with the way the heat curls low in his gut. Nothing to do with the length he strokes through Dark Bishop’s pants, nothing with how he wonders what it looks like heavy in his hand, with his fingers curled around its girth. It’s the sun he’s waiting for, that’s all. That familiar cast of orange in the sky that would give him the advantage.
And then those hands stop pinching and rolling his nipple, stops fucking his mouth with its fingers. Ferdinand wants them back on him and in him. He wants him so bad that he nearly begs for him to touch him all over his body again.
Then he feels his ass being squeezed. Ferdinand gasps — oh, absolutely. Yes. But.
"Do you have…" Ferdinand trails off, face suddenly red. Really? Is he about to ask this, of all things, while stroking his archenemy's cock through the fabric of his pants?
"I do," he replies against Ferdinand's throat. "Let me show you."
He hears murmuring in a language that sounds like nothing he knows. "What are you…?"
"Can you recall the fight we had by the abandoned distillery?"
"I remember," Ferdinand says. Dark Bishop had used a spell that covered the ground in a clear slime that Ferdinand slipped in. He landed hard on his backside against the pavement, and while thankful he has an impressively more durable body than most, the embarrassment he felt was as deep as anyone else. "That was unfair."
"And I won't apologize."
Ferdinand feels a hand massaging his ass again, something wet being rubbed into his suit until seeps through the fabric to touch his skin — ah, he knows this too well. "Is this…?"
“It is.” A kiss against the shell of his ear. "Now turn around.”
Ferdinand obeys, stops pawing at Dark Bishop's cock and turns so his palms are pressed flat against the furnace. Wasn't it just moments ago he was desperate to get out from underneath the other man? Funny how a little bit of time can change things.
There must be another rip in his suit he isn't aware of since he can feel Dark Bishop's gloves on his skin instead of through the fabric, and he bites on his bottom lip when a finger slips down the seam of his ass before pushing inside. He never took off his gloves, and Ferdinand nods his encouragement for him to keep going when he finds that knowledge makes the heat inside burn hotter.
He pushes in, pulls out. Pushes in and pulls out again. And then he says, “I can already tell how tight you’ll be, Ferdinand.”
He taps a foot against the inside of Ferdinand’s own feet so he knows to spread his legs wider, murmurs those same unintelligible words, and slicks his hole before pushing back inside two fingers thick.
Ferdinand brings the back of his hand up to his mouth when Dark Bishop begins to spread and curve his fingers. When he curves in at just the right angle, Ferdinand can’t help from clenching down around the fingers and moan. His now ragged breaths and gasps fill the silence of the empty mill, and so do the soft wet noises of Dark Bishop thrusting in again and again, pressing down on that spot that makes Ferdinand’s legs shake.
“Wait, please...” Ferdinand reaches a hand back to try and grab at the other man's arm. He is leaking precome through the fabric of his suit, and if he doesn’t stop with his fingers he’ll come from this instead of his cock.
Dark Bishop seems to understand. He pulls out and kicks away the debris beneath their feet so there’s a clearing for them. “Get down,” he says.
It’s easy for Ferdinand to obey when his knees are already weak. He props himself up by his forearms and raises his hips into the air. And then he hears Dark Bishop dropping down behind him, his hands are rubbing and squeezing more of the slick against the curve of his ass before receiving a light, wet smack against one of his cheeks.
Fabric is being torn.
“My suit…"
“Hush, it was already ruined,” Dark Bishop says. “Now keep steady.”
Ferdinand feels more of the cool night air against his skin from each drag of the fingers that stretch the holes in his suit larger. The ripping is almost too loud in the abandoned mill, louder than his own little breaths as he waits for Dark Bishop to ruin his clothing however he wants, but then — oh, he feels a small kiss to the nape of his neck as one final, long tug exposes his whole backside and his cock is unrestrained from the confines of the fabric.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Ferdinand responds, and sways his hips a little to show just how ready he is. Behind him, Dark Bishop sucks in a breath as the grip on his hip tightens.
Ferdinand feels his cock sliding down the seam of his ass until the head stops against his hole, and then he is pushing against him until slowly it slips inside. Finally, Ferdinand thinks. Finally.
“Please, Dark Bishop.” Ferdinand exhales a shaking breath when he knows the last inch is inside, can feel the other man’s hips flush against his ass. But he isn’t moving yet.
Dark Bishop is rubbing his palms on his hips, and then takes a few deep, steadying breaths before he speaks. “Say Hubert.”
“Hubert?”
“Yes,” he hisses out. “Say that instead.”
It’s shallow still — just little thrusts pressing into Ferdinand, testing his reactions until they can both fit into a rhythm. But it isn’t long until they find one that they both fall into, and the mill no longer seems abandoned when it’s filled with the sound of skin-on-wet-skin.
“Hubert,” Ferdinand says, still testing the weight of the name on his tongue. He feels a harder thrust. He wants more. “H-Hubert.”
Ferdinand is rolling his hips back, chasing Dark Bishop’s — Hubert’s — cock, wants that fullness back every time he pulls away. A few more sharp thrusts ripple through his body to puncture Ferdinand's breathy little ah ah ah’s and then he feels a firm press on his backside as Hubert stays flush against his ass, moves his hips in a small circle.
“O-oh, yes—” A jolt of pleasure curls inside, and Ferdinand can't help but let out a long and low moan — again and again, and louder and longer — each time the head of Hubert's cock is pressing on his prostate.
"Hubert," he says again, reaching an arm back and grabbing a fistful of his cape, nodding yes to every thrust. "Don't stop, please. Please."
Hubert is panting. “Ferdinand, you’re so good around me—”
The grip on his hips is gone, and instead he notices Hubert tightening his hold onto his ruined suit like reins, and pulls his hips back when he slams forward. Ferdinand moans loudly.
Ferdinand can't feel the hard concrete against his knees when he feels Hubert's hips pressing against him, can't smell the old dust of the abandoned mill when he brings the cape up to his face and inhales the scent of Hubert instead. Can't even feel how wrong this is when Hubert feels too good inside of him, the only pounding he'll willingly take, the first time Ferdinand enjoys staying trapped underneath with his back turned toward Dark Bishop as he's driving his cock into his ass and pressing into the right spot inside.
What if the media… imagine if… Ferdinand can't even finish his own thoughts.
Above him Hubert is speaking. Ferdinand can't quite make out the words but only hears his low ragged voice, though it must be something good because his own grip on the cape suddenly tightens. "Hubert," he says, "I'm—"
“Do it for me, Ferdinand.” Hubert sounds absolutely breathless now. “Come while taking me deep inside you.”
A hand begins stroking his cock, and that does it.
“Hubert,” he cries out and his back arches as he’s coming across the floor, dripping over Hubert’s fingers around him while still chasing the cock thrusting inside.
It isn’t much longer until Hubert makes one final thrust and then stills, spilling inside him with a long, low moan. And when he pulls out, Ferdinand can feel a warm drip down the side of his thigh.
They both begin to catch their breaths. Ferdinand rolls over so he can sit with his back pressing against the furnace for support. He watches Hubert tuck himself away back into his pants, a little jealous that he doesn’t have the luxury to do that with his own clothing. He has to stare at the come still sticking on his skin, and that slime spell makes what little remains of his clothing from his waist down turn from opaque to translucent. Why did he choose white for his outfit?
Goddess, he is so tired now.
They remain sitting in the dark, breathing now normal, looking anywhere else but at each other. Now that his mind is clear, Ferdinand is surprised he doesn’t feel as embarrassed or regret-ridden as he would have thought. All he feels is just a little sore.
A chirping noise from the outside. Ah, an early bird, Ferdinand thinks. Wait — an early bird.
Their eyes finally meet once they realize the sun is almost upon them now.
“Ferdinand—”
“Hubert—”
They say at the same time, and stop for the other to continue. But there isn’t anything for Ferdinand to say, really, so he nods to let Hubert know he can continue to speak.
“You know, you never took my offer to leave,” Hubert says. He stands up from the floor. “I’ve still got some time. I can get back to my business.”
Alarms start going off in Ferdinand’s mind. Suddenly he isn’t tired anymore.
“Not if I’ll stop you,” Ferdinand says. About to stand up, he stops when he feels the come dripping down from his inner thigh. He is red in the face.
He can’t fight in this state. Not with his suit torn from the bottom and exposing all of himself. He will fight if he needs to, and the media frenzy afterward will be hell to navigate, but he'll make it up to his publicist somehow.
Hubert seems to understand his sudden hesitation, and he smirks. “Oh, will you?”
Ferdinand steels himself. “Yes.”
As he’s about to try and stand up again from the floor, a bind of magic keeps him on the ground. These shackles seem weak, though, and Ferdinand is sure with enough force he can break free of Hubert’s magic.
“Stay down,” Hubert commands. And then he latches off his cape, kneels down to lay it over him. There seems to be a calculation going on somewhere in Hubert’s mind when their eyes meet. “The sun will come up soon,” he says. He takes a lock of Ferdinand’s hair between his fingers and kisses it. “The magic imbued weakens with light. It seems I will need to wait.”
Hubert stands up and begins to walk away, and the binds holding Ferdinand to the ground dissipates. With his arms free again, Ferdinand bundles the cape closer to his body to cover more of himself, and this time notices the warm, spiced scent clinging to the fabric around the neckline. He didn’t know that Hubert wears cologne.
“Wait,” Ferdinand says, “your cape.”
“I’m lending it to you,” Hubert says. “Use it to get home. We can’t have Fodlan’s most beloved hero caught in a scandal now, can we?” He turns around just enough to sweep his gaze over Ferdinand. A smirk plays on Hubert’s lips. “Until we meet again.”
—
The lights directed at the podium, for once, seems too bright for Ferdinand. As much as it helps with his super powers, he is still human, and last night he was unable to get much sleep — not after all that had happened. He actually asked for a cup of coffee instead of tea this afternoon, and now his heart is beating too fast while his eyes still want to shut.
Still, he tries and smiles at the media before him, answering questions about the latest fight, giving a little speech about justice prevailing that he has memorized and changes up a little bit every time he gets the eventual ask of ‘why do you and your colleagues keep fighting against the villains of the world?’
“Your question?” Ferdinand asks, and points to a familiar face in the crowd. They’ve met each other quite a few times, one-on-one interviews and in rooms like this. He usually has pretty interesting questions to answer, different than most others.
“Howard Bestla with Adrestia City News,” he says. “So Ferdinand, how did you manage to defeat Dark Bishop?”
“It was rather engaging,” he says. Ah, a standard question this time. “I’m glad he decided to show up by the abandoned mills so I didn’t have to worry about any potential harm to civilian lives. In the end, though, he retreated after a long fight.”
Some of the reporters start jotting down extra notes on top of the recordings they are taking.
“Next question please.”
“Is that all?”
“Excuse me?”
“My apologies, my question was not finished.” Howard adjusts his glasses. “Could you provide us the details?”
The room is silent again as they wait for his response.
What to say? Ferdinand can still feel the ghost of Dark Bishop’s gloves on his skin, running under his torn suit. The pads of his thumbs running circles on the jut of his hips as he squeezed and slammed upward and in—
Ferdinand shifts at the podium. “I will need to consult with the Adrestia Heroics Department on the details I can provide as the investigation is still ongoing.”
He can see a few shoulders slump in the crowd at such a bland answer.
But Howard smiles. “Understandable. Thank you for taking my question.”
Plot: Arthur convinced Francis to lose his virginity
Pairing: FRUK (as stated in the title)
Rating: M
by coeurdefrancis via ao3 (me lol)
Time period: Late 1500’s (because why not.)
The church bells rang as everyone had left from the morning masses, it was another day for most. Running out among them was a young man with wavy blonde hair dressed in blue, he appeared to be just shy from 20– perhaps younger. Nobody could tell unless he’d told you. But the churchgoers knew him very well, he’s well respected among everyone who came for their daily worship— a very pious individual at that too. Normally he’d stay long after mass had ended, but today he was visiting someone who he had recently begun a romantic bond with; an old childhood friend who lived on the outskirts of the small French village. The heels on his red shoes made a slightly hollow click-clack sound against the cobblestone ground as he made his way through, the crowd dissipating as he carried on. Up ahead there over by the well near a merchant’s shop stood another blond haired man, possibly around the same age. His hair was very messy, it had thrown off some bystanders as they passed by him, the men elsewhere were much more well groomed than he was.
“Arthur!” The Frenchman called out to him , coming to a sudden stop as he panted.
“Oh, there you are, Francis.” Arthur looked at him as he came into his view. “I was waiting all morning for you.” He complained a little, taking his hand for a brief moment before pulling away once more. He seemed anxious as he was feverishly looking around and kept his distance from the Frenchman. Francis didn’t seem to mind it at all, knowing Arthur for years; he hated public displays of affection. A couple like them weren’t treated so kindly by the others, having to risk being killed day to day by the villagers or the clergy themselves. The two of them walked down an old alleyway, it was a bit narrow but it was closed off from many people so the two of them couldn’t be seen. It was in between the cottages, the sunlight only reaching the rooftops with the clouds passing overhead. Things got more quiet and tranquil when the two of them walked through, Arthur adjusting his ruffled collar as he continued looking at his surroundings. They were in their own little world, but they knew they were being watched one way or another.
“Nobody can see us, can they?”
“Non, not at all. Don’t worry.” Francis played with his lock of hair, twirling around his finger. He gave Arthur a soft smile, getting himself a little closer. “Your house isn’t too far, no need to be so scared.” He cooed.
Arthur sighed softly. “Still… what if we’re being watched and don’t even know about it?”
“Oh nonsense.” Without warning, Francis grabbed his lover’s hand and happily skipped down the narrow alleyway, with Arthur stumbling over as he followed him, struggling to keep up with him. He felt a rush of adrenaline through his body as his hand was being held, fearful that some people would suspect something. Unsuspecting people were taken by surprise by the two rushing through the waves of people on the other side of the marketplace, they had just assumed that the two gentlemen were running late and didn’t think of anything else. He was slowly losing his breath the more he had ran, the two of them couldn’t stop running for a while. Wherever the Frenchman was taking him, it must’ve been very urgent. It wasn’t long enough until they reached a small and shabby old cottage that lay seemingly on the outskirts of the village, and soon the two of them came to a sudden stop. A sigh of relief was heard from the Englishman behind Francis, knowing that he was finally home at last and away from the bustling crowd of people. Francis was about to step inside but Arthur swiftly stopped him and shook his head, and instead opened the door for him.
“After you?”
“Oh, you really are a gentleman.” The Frenchman cooed, blushing a little bit as he stepped inside.
“Uh… right.” Arthur didn’t have much to comment, he was used to Francis playfully flirting with him here and there. However, something seemed off with the way he had flirted with him. It was almost as if he was in trouble, but brushed it off as he followed him inside, closing the door behind him. The inside of his tiny home wasn’t so shabby, the downstairs walls were made of stone and the floors were solid old wood. There were various books and tools lying around, and it had thrown the Frenchman off a bit when he looked around. Despite having some light from the sun outside that had gone through the window to their left, next to it was a lit fireplace. It was around this time of year that it would be starting to get more cold. Everything on the inside was much more quiet and cozy; so despite the mess, Francis didn’t seem to mind it all that much. Arthur swiftly went upstairs and so he followed through. Upstairs was nicer than it was downstairs, thought there wasn’t a lot and there were only three rooms. Francis took a quick peek in some of them, passing by a storage room, a study, and soon Arthur’s bedroom. Neither of them did a lot of talking while they explored the rest of the house, it was nice of them to have time to themselves and not be pushed around by their bosses. Arthur had shut the door behind him after Francis stepped in like he previously did before. The windows were blocked off by old clothes that acted as curtains, they had a faded olive color and was clearly becoming worn out. The two of them sat on his bed nearby his desk, Francis’ eyes still wandered all around the room. It was small, but it was very comfortable and there was a lot of privacy. He knew Arthur was up to something to go much length to make sure nobody bothered him. His eyes were locked on the Frenchman, who still looked around while playing with the little rosary at his chest.
“You know,” Arthur finally spoke.”It’s very nice to have company once in a while.”
Francis glanced at him and nodded with a smile. “I’m very happy about that!” He exclaimed. “I always enjoy spending time with you.”
Arthur smiled softly at the Frenchman. “I suppose so.” Oh how cute he looked. He was aching to give him a kiss, and be the flirty one for once. He began to have such a craving for him, his eyes drawing away from the Frenchman’s clear visage down to his crotch area, giving away a slight smirk while doing so. He knew he had something else down there that was worth admiring, perhaps he had another whole toy to play with. Noticing the slight head turn coming from Francis, he quickly drew his attention back to his face. Dammit, he should be more careful or he’ll get caught. It was too bad for him however, Francis was known to be very pious and faithful to himself and the people he knew at the church. When their eyes met, they broke into a small giggling fit that quickly died down. Francis held Arthur’s hand, the other still playing around with the small cross on the rosary. He looked like he was daydreaming, there were butterflies in his stomach that would stop the feeling. Arthur was just as in love as Francis was, but he couldn’t help but lust over him silently. He had longed for him to not play by the rules anymore, and it was going to take a lot of convincing for such a saint like him.
“Say, Francis…” His voice was unexpectedly low. “Do you ever get tired of being all stuffy?”
“Hein?” Francis raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by stuffy?”
Arthur puts a hand on his shoulder as the two of them leaned in closer, Francis froze and blushed heavily. He continued; “You know… playing by the nun’s rules?”
The Frenchman stammered his way into answering him, the sound of Arthur’s sudden change of tone and being this close to him made his blood rush. The adrenaline was slowly building up, he looked almost scared. But really, he was just feeling the beautiful sensation of being so ridiculously horny— of course not yet on Arthur’s level.
“I-I could never do such a thing Angleterre,” he feverishly told him. “I promised myself I would never sin again.”
Arthur leaned in closer, his breath touching the Frenchman’s ear and neck almost as if he were being caressed. “It’s not like we’re being watched, and you have all the time for me.” He cooed as he gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as his hand slowly sunk down to his hip. Francis let out a soft sigh, it was hard not to resist Arthur’s subtle lustful offering. He felt himself constantly adjusting his legs, not wanting to give in and lose faith. He was a saint being tempted by the devil himself; if the Frenchman were to bite the Apple now he’d surely be in for a rude awakening at tomorrow’s mass. And yet, this burning sensation and the rush of adrenaline felt so good. He didn’t want to argue with Arthur, but nor did he wanted to give himself up to him. They’ve known each other for centuries, and their relationship was still a year young. The idea of breaking a promise to satisfy a long awaited desire sounded horrible, disgusting, and awfully amazing. He then felt Arthur’s hand touch his inner thigh— fuck, he wanted to bounce on his cock so badly. If only it weren’t for the nuns preaching him about saving for marriage. Francis suddenly went over to an empty corner of the room and quietly got into his knees, holding the rosary in his hand. He made a cross on himself as he began to pray. Arthur knew himself that Francis was trapped. It didn’t seem like he was refusing at all. As much as he wanted to lose his own virginity once and for all, he was bound by the religious obligations and his devotion to the big guy upstairs. Either way, Arthur wanted to be the one to finally set him free from that prison, and his fears of hell. He was taught time and time again that if he ever felt aroused, simply just pray it away. Unfortunately for someone as vulnerable as Francis, it wouldn’t work for much longer. His prayers became more loud and more desperate; reminiscent of the Maid of Orléans calling out for the saints while being swallowed by flames and smoke, Francis’ sexual desire was no different from flames and smoke. Arthur sat in his bed debating whether to intervene or let his songbird be, as it was clear that he was becoming more afraid the more he had prayed aloud. After some thinking, he walked over to the Frenchman and gave him a tap on the shoulder. He flinched suddenly as he looked back up at Arthur, the tears in his eyes rolled down his rosy cheeks.
“Francis…”
He stood up and gave him a tight hug, causing Arthur to stumble his way backwards onto the bed. He didn’t have enough time to process his thoughts or let out his words. Francis wept quietly, still keeping a firm grip on Arthur as he was being comforted with several rubs on his back.
“You know we don’t really have to do this if you’re this scared…” Arthur kept his eye on him.
Francis sniffed and wiped his tears, shaking his head. “I shan’t deny it any longer. I just want you!” He cried
Without much thinking, he pulled the Englishman in for a passionate French kiss. He swiftly took Francis’ feathery hat off as the two rolled into the bed with the Englishman at the top. They both felt a tingling sensation in their legs and hands, their bodies both felt warm to the touch, stripping away at their clothes one by one slowly. Their tongues intertwined with each other, saliva drooling down the sides of their faces leaving a small trail in between breaks. Francis could feel Arthur’s cock grinding against his, the bulge growing ever so slightly that caused him to willingly spread his legs in anticipation. The Englishman above him lustfully looked at his partner’s dick being grinded against his, stopping for a bit just to rub him off a little bit. This caused Francis to jerk up a little bit and cover his mouth before he could let out a moan, taken aback by the sensitivity of his dick being played with. He wanted to say a word, but he got choked up every time when he tried. Arthur’s dick was slightly different from his— he had a fatter cock than he did and the tip was just as pink as his in some way. He could only imagine what that’ll feel like inside him, and he would soon earn that experience. Francis continued to watch Arthur as he played with his dick, he switched from sucking him off, to jerking him, even giving it a slap around here and there. It was too soon for the French whore to cum just yet, so Arthur stopped to finger his asshole. Francis fell back as he was being played with, still trying to cover up his moans.
“How naughty,” Arthur cooed. “For a sinful whore like you, you’re really enjoying this.” He said as he stuck another finger in, a slight chirp from the Frenchman was heard for a moment.
“M-mon dieu…”
“How about you return that favor for me?” Arthur maliciously smirked as he pulled his fingers out, giving them a nice kick before sitting back on top of the needy slut below him. The throbbing tip of his fat cock touched his lip, Francis was eyeing it as he hesitated to suck the Englishman off. When he opened his mouth to say something to him, Arthur had shoved his cock into his mouth and began thrusting it at a steady rhythm. Nonetheless, Francis willingly gave him and began sucking him off. Arthur tug at his curly hair a bit, wanting to assert himself as the one in control. His eyes rolled back into his head in a feeling of ecstacy, feeling his throat massage his hard member and throbbing tip felt so fucking amazing. He had gotten used to choking a bit on his dick here and there and relied on his nose to breathe. Arthur watched him all the way through as he began to roughly fuck his face, making sure the little whore was giving him the satisfaction that he deserved. It didn’t take long for him to dump his load into Francis’ mouth, swiftly pulling his dick out as he swallowed his cum. Some of it got onto his face, it was a very pretty sight to see.
“Oh mon dieu… it’s so big…” He mumbled to himself, cracking a smile.
“Oh why yes it is…” Arthur smirked. “But we’re not done just yet.”
“Please don’t make me wait any longer!” He pleaded. “I don’t care anymore, please fuck me…!”
“Then you can start by getting your hands and knees for me, bastard.” He teased him. “Show off your pretty arse.”
Taking his lustful command, Francis turned himself over so that he was in doggy-style, feeling rather embarrassed as Arthur got a look of his fat ass. His hole was still wet from the foreplay earlier, already prepared for the Englishman to plant his seed in. He admired it all and gave his ass a nice slap causing the French whore wince slightly, letting out a quiet moan. He was a little afraid, Francis gripped onto the bed sheets in case he had to endure the pain that awaited him. Arthur instead decided to finger him some more, earning him the small waves of pleasure as he trembled a bit. Francis wanted to let out his overflowing thoughts, he wanted the whole world around him to know that he had belonged to him. He had been quiet throughout and was afraid to sing his sweet song. Without so much of a warning, Arthur shoved his fat cock inside of his ass. Francis had gasped and perked up as he felt himself being bred— Jesus Christ, he was so fucking huge . He was lucky enough he didn’t feel pain, otherwise he’d beg him to stop. This was it for him, Arthur slowly began thrust in and out as he got a nice grope on Francis’ ass cheeks. The French whore finally let out his first loud moan as he was being clapped by the Englishman behind him, he absolutely was in love with everything about this— he wouldn’t give a damn if it meant him going to hell. After so many years of fighting his feelings off, it felt almost freeing in a way.
“Music to my ears,” Arthur complimented. “Now take it all in like a fucking whore.” He leaned in forward to grab Francis’ hair and pulled at it as he roughly fucked him, with his other hand still having a tight grip on his ass. Tears welled in his eyes as his hair got pulled. He didn’t hold back as he let himself moan his heart out for Arthur, being sinful was having this much fun and it was a small price to pay. He had pushed against his force so that the lustful Englishman above him thrusted deeper, Francis’ eyes rolled back a little as his partner took control. His legs were just starting to give out and he felt them tremble a little, taking a quick glance at Arthur as he still clapped him from behind. Francis couldn’t help but crack a small smile when he noticed and began to realize how good it all felt. He loved being dominated like this, he fucking loved being bred like the slut he was meant to be. He did let out a couple of moans here and there, slowly giving the Englishman the sign that he wanted more. Arthur suddenly pulled out of his ass and repositioned Francis’ onto his back so that he was now once again facing him, putting a leg over his shoulder. It didn’t take long for him to get back to breeding his ass once more. Francis wanted to look into his eyes, but he kept shutting them as he drifted off into his own fantasies. As he was being fucked once more, he began jerking himself off using a free hand, feeling Arthur pick up his own pace. Francis subtlety smile at himself the more intense it had gotten, and after some time he was finally able to look into Arthur’s eyes. The tears rolled, and his face was deeply red from his forehead to his shoulders. He tried to catch up with his breath before he could say anything, trying to tell Arthur to give him a kiss as he held out his hand. The two paused as they briefly made out some more, the Englishman still giving slight thrusts here and there as he had let go.
“Angleterre…” Francis whined. “This is so much fun…”
“I hope you understand now.” Arthur softly smiled. “It doesn’t hurt to not live by the rules once in a while.”
He shook his head. “Non, I don’t care about going to hell anymore.” His hand cupped Arthur’s cheek. “I just want you and only you…”
“Then let’s finish this off the right way.” Arthur gave him a brief kiss on the forehead before he went back to roughly breeding the French whore’s ass, feeling the precum already starting to leak out. They were on their last leg. Francis wrapped his arms and legs around Arthur as he deeply fucked him, wanting to fully embrace him skin to skin as they would draw in the final blow. The Englishman himself started to let out a couple of moans as he felt himself about to cum into Francis. His thrusts became more rough and quick, making wet sounds every time he pounded into him. Francis couldn’t keep his grip on him any longer as his arms slipped down onto the bed, now continuing to jerk himself off while the other hand played with one of his nipples. They had a hell of an orgasm for a good five minutes before Arthur thrusted into Francis one more time as they both finally came. The two of them kissed as Arthur had pulled out. They lay beside each other in bed trying to catch up with their breath in a warm embrace, neither of them had said a single word as they had only held each other close. Francis had felt full, even the cum still leaked out even when he was just starting to relax a little. He watched as Arthur began cleaning both of themselves up with a handkerchief, taking most of his time on Francis since that’s where most of their fun mess was. He stopped every time to just give him a kiss and held his head close to his while saying sweet nothings to him before he was finally finished. Rather than just spending the rest of the remainder of the day outside, they laid in bed with a blanket over them, taking the bit of time to just breathe and relax.
“Still afraid of what the nuns will say?” Arthur asked.
“Not anymore, I doubt they’ll find out anyway.” Francis replied, his voice was soft and a bit raspy; he was clearly worn out from all the moaning he did. Nonetheless, he still had the strength to speak.
They both smiled as Arthur gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“We should go for another round sometime.” Francis smirked at him.
“That is disgusting!” Arthur exclaimed. “…But I’ll consider it.”
