Some of u DISGUSTING grown WOMEN say “minors do not interact!” But then write SMUT about minors… “yuji aged up, megumi aged up” UR WEIRDDDTTT GET HELP!!!!
jealous.noctis ;; possessive behaviour ;; marking ;; overstimulation ;; dirty talk ;; manhandling ;; semi public ;; sex without a condom ;; creampie mention ;; a little rough, degradation & praise ;; 18+ only.
the bar is loud, but it feels easy when it’s just you and prompto, drinks in hand, trading dumb jokes until your belly aches with laughter. he’s leaning close, animated, spilling some wild story about a hunt, and you’re grinning so wide you barely notice noctis at first.
he’s standing a few feet back, beer in hand, but his eyes are sharp, fixed on you. the longer you laugh, the tighter his jaw gets.
you only realise how bad it is when he stalks up, doesn’t even say hi, just curls his fingers around your wrist. his grip is firm, possessive and his expression brooks no argument.
“we’re leaving.”
you blink, startled. “noctis, what?”
“now.” his voice is clipped, a dangerous edge undercutting the usual lazy drawl.
prompto raises a brow but shrugs, backing off with a little wave. “uh…have fun, you two?”
you don’t get to reply before noctis is pulling you out, through the hall, and into your shared hotel room. the door slams shut, lock clicking.
you open your mouth to question him, but he’s already on you — kissing you hard, tongue sliding past your lips like he’s trying to erase any taste of laughter that wasn’t for him. his hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make your knees buckle.
“you think i didn’t see you?” he mutters, words rough against your mouth. “sitting there smiling like that, letting him lean close? you think that’s funny?”
you smirk, a little breathless. “what, jealous?”
his eyes narrow. the next second you’re spun, shoved chest first onto the bed. he’s behind you, pressing down between your shoulder blades so you can’t get up, his breath hot on your neck.
“jealous?” he growls. “you’re mine. you don’t get to look at anyone like that. you don’t get to laugh for anyone else like that.”
your shorts are yanked down before you can answer, his hand coming down sharp across your ass, leaving the sting blooming. you gasp, but it only makes him groan, grinding against you with his clothed cock already painfully hard.
“fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” he hisses, unzipping, shoving his pants down just enough. he drags his cock through your folds, smearing your slick. “already wet? you like this? you like when i get rough with you?”
“noct— ” you gasp, but he doesn’t wait, pushing inside in one long, forceful thrust that makes your eyes roll back.
“say my name,” he demands, hips snapping forward, pace immediately brutal. “say who’s fucking you like this.”
the sound of skin slapping fills the room, obscene, mixed with your cries. every thrust hits deep, and he’s gripping your hips so tight you know he’ll leave bruises.
“louder,” he snarls, pulling you up by your hair so your back arches against his chest. “let him hear through the wall if he’s listening.”
your moans spill out uncontrolled, his name broken and desperate on your lips. he groans at the sound, rutting harder, his hand sliding down to rub your clit in rough, fast circles.
“fuck! noct, too much too much,”
“shut up,” he growls, thrusts unrelenting. “take it. take all of me like the good girl you are.”
he bends you back over, presses your face into the mattress, fucking you so hard your vision blurs. tears streak down your cheeks, but you’re gasping his name, babbling how good he feels, how much you need it.
“look at you,” he grunts, hips stuttering. “so cockdrunk you can’t even think. you’re mine, say it.”
“i’m yours, fuck, i’m yours noctis!”
he groans deep, biting down on your shoulder, marking you as he pushes you over the edge again. you convulse around him, screaming his name, and he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it until he’s spilling hot and deep inside, grinding to make sure it stays.
but even when he’s done, he doesn’t pull out. he drapes over you, heavy, his lips brushing the mark he left.
“…mine,” he whispers, voice low, possessive even softened by release. “always mine. don’t forget it.”
he pulls out slow, watching the mess drip down your thighs before shoving two fingers in to push it back inside. you whimper, overstimulated, but he only smirks darkly.
“we’re not done,” he promises. “not until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
dom!noctis, fem!reader, sloppy penetration, belly bulging, creampie, general filth
authors note: tysm for requestingggg, i need noctis in my life.
— ʚɞ
Noctis who holds your legs open as he curls over your body and gently rolls his hips, slowly stretching your insides with every thrust. his brow pinches together in a way that makes him look rougher, and meaner—even if all he truly wants to do is to make you feel good and play with your body. The look that washes over his face when he begins to properly fuck into you could fool just about anyone..
His calloused palms grip the back of your calves, his fingers curling around your flesh, his eyes fluttering as he feels your walls suck him in deeper. Warm, wet, and convulsing against his cock that pummels into that squishy spot nestled upward in your entrance. He knows exactly how to move to get you squirming and mewling; it’s easy for him to fuck you into a puddle of fluids—he does it every time. He pushes down on your limbs to fold you in half, and keens when he feels how much tighter the position makes your cunt. He nearly whimpers.
“Fuck, ohh—fuck!—“ he withers atop you for only a moment, slowing down with a shudder so he doesn’t finish too soon, “You feel so good..getting me close..take my dick—just like that—you’re gonna make me come..”
He swallows around a low growl, and you watch as his toned abdomen visibly flex each time he roughly feeds his length to your pussy. The way he relentlessly bumps, it’s almost uncomfortable, but the boiling pleasure collecting in your gut drowns out everything other than how much you’re feeling and how wrecked you both sound while he keeps you in place. His right hand leaves your leg, knowing you won’t move a muscle without him coaxing you into a new position, and begins messily swiping his fingertips over your swollen clit. Your back arches up like you’re being shocked and he smirks in that devilish way he always does when he knows he’s doing something right. It’s cocky. It’s arrogant. His tip catches on a soft area inside your pussy before wholly slotting into it. The slap of skin-on-skin is obscene. He moves so fast it’s like he’s vibrating. A flood of heat laps at every nerve in your frame, and you let out a broken cry as the very last thing you hear before your ears start to ring from the ecstasy is the sound of him chuckling and cooing.
“Feels that good, doesn’t it? God it’s like you’re trying to milk me,” He lets his gaze wander down your lower body as his digits circle your bud and his glistening shaft slides in and out, covered in your release, “Love the way you sound when you come..it’s got me throbbing, you know that?”
Then his eyes fix on something that doubles—no, triples—the satisfaction he feels and causes his eyes to adjust. The sight of his curved cock pushing up from the inside of you and causing your lower belly to subtly bulge out. He licks over his lower lip, his jaw slacking. He moans, broken and higher in pitch than moments before, then his free hand leaves your other leg and moves to press down over the focus of his affection. His knees shake on the mattress when he feels himself bury deep in your overstimulated pussy.
“I feel myself fucking you,” he breathlessly gasps, his orgasm rushing from base to tip, his milky load rising ready to paint you, “C’mere—touch—fuck, fuck..“
In the last few desperate pumps of his hips that he gives you, he scrambles for your hand that fists the sheets and replaces his touch on your stomach with your own. He watches the way you writhe and hiccup as you revel in the way your pussy is being used like a toy. he throws his head back, his pelvis snaps against yours, and then it’s all over.
“Coming,” he huffs in a drawn-out cry, and you get to feel every kick of his release under your hand. Thump, thump, thump, throb, throb, throb under your palm. It’s never-ending; it almost makes you wail. You gather all of the remaining strength in your brain to watch as Noctis’s face crumple with every wave of his climax, his head dropping back down. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut, his nose is crinkling with the effort of remaining upright and not collapsing over your chest.
He sucks a breath in through gritted teeth, hissing, when he gets to the tail end of his orgasm. The sensitivity becomes too much, and he can’t handle the way you continue to spasm around his softening length. His cheeks puff out as he blows a steady breath of air, trying to get the room to stop spinning, and in the next instant he’s looking down to your face. His hands slide up your torso and cup the sides of your neck before he leans down and kisses you. His tongue licks languidly against yours, smearing his spit over your palate. You feel him groan into your open mouth. He only pulls away once he’s gotten his fill—once he’s tasted and swallowed enough of your whining to sate him for the rest of the night (or so you think). His gaze is hazy when he looks down into your eyes. His cock twitches at the sight of your spent expression, then that dumb, snarky smirk is back.
“So good for me,” he hums, “Flip over and ill give you two more?”
The heavy nod of your head that follows is all he needs to get his arousal stirring again.
✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ — PGR & GI x reader [week 3]
baptize in your thighs until it hurts
a.n. - waow I'm on my break, what a surprise. I'm super super sorry for the delay. I got busy again after midterms week, and also other real life stuff. meanwhile I'm writing this down while in the bathroom LOL
pairings - forsaken + cerberus [watanabe, noan, noctis, murray] & anemo bois [kazuha, venti] x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia, lingerie, body worship. cervix fucking?? size kink includes tummy bulging heuheue. also includes exhibitionism (bar; noctis, venti). "just the tip, but whoops" (noctis). some soft sex (kazuha, venti). cunnilingus (venti). fingering (noan, kazuha)
special mention - banners by @/rookthornesartistry, @/cafekitsune
! — Watanabe: Epitaph [ breeding kink ]
[a.n. - have y'all SEEN this man's awakening portrait? I'm creaming.]
Your lover doesn't take “no” for an answer.
“Nngh, w-wait, Wata-ah,” your whines are muffled into the sheets, “s-slow down, please!”
You've long been accustomed to Watanabe's absence— one of the cons for being an ally of Forsaken and especially being their leader's lover. You'd spend days, even weeks and months, find yourself without him. However, you've been an angel to the faction, always helping around whenever one needs help. Things do get different by the time your lover, your Watanabe, comes home—
He becomes a different person; burying into your cunt as deep as possible, fucking you into oblivion.
Unfortunately, your pleas fall on deaf ears; Watanabe's gloveless fingers trail down from the nape of your exposed neck, to the base of your spine, where your hands are currently tied, holding it down with only a fraction of his strength. His other hand grips hard on your hips, one that you were sure would leave bruises in the morning. You gasp as the sensation, tickling and teasing, overwhelm you.
“I missed you,” he groans, a hard thrust to your pussy, your walls clinging onto his large dick mercilessly. “Ah, ha, I see that this pussy missed me, too.”
“Wa-Watanabe,” you whined further, squirming as he bullies your pussy, “t-too much, s'too big...!”
“But you're taking it so well,” he hums as he leaned onto the arch of your back, one hand now fiddling with your breast, and the other now trailing to your face, “you've always taken it so, so well, darling. That's my girl, mmh?”
Your cries intensified as his free hand finds your mouth, fingers shoved in, and you automatically sucked it, “fuck, yes, that's it...fuck, good, good girl.”
You feel your walls spasm uncontrollably as Watanabe fucks you harshly, certain that his dick snugly rams into your cervix, the drag of his shaft achingly alpng your walls made you feel so full after months of his absence. You cried out, mouth drooling over his fingers, and Watanabe laughs.
“I fucked you so many times now, but you're still so tight; god, you're driving me insane.”
Your brain fogs up at his praise, drowning in the endless waves of pleasure. Without a warning, his cock still deeply inside of you, he flips you over— and you find yourself staring at his green eye.
“Mm, my darling's already fucked out, mmh?” The hand on your mouth now trails to your jaw, and you feel yourself ache as he looks at you so tenderly despite his rough thrusts, “Did you miss me that much?”
“Y-yes,” you mewled, feeling his other hand effortlessly bring your legs over his shoulder, feeling his dick bury itself deeper in you, “W-Watanabe...yo-you're going to break me-”
“Can't help it,” his other hand now frees your tied hands, “not when you looked so good with those children.”
Although your brain is a messy mush, you faintly recall the event earlier— the kids who were at Watanabe's legs, laughing and cheering for their grand hero's welcome. You remember calling them back to you to not distract Watanabe, how you laughed alongside them, and how you carefully took care of them in the main team's absence.
“W-wha-”
“You'd look so good, fuck,” his hand now grips the other side of your hip, the other on your slightly bulging belly and holding it down, somehow aware that his big dick was rearranging your insides, “if I could fill your belly up with kids, mmh? I think you'd look so good carrying our child.”
A part of you wants to point out that you can't, but god— the way his cock was splitting you in half, drilling into that one spot that's making you see so many stars, you forget and instead latch onto his broad shoulders, nails sinking into them.
“Watanabe,” you moaned, your back arching to meet his fast thrusts, “fill me up, please, fill me up so good,”
His body pressed into you, his lips nibbling onto the expanse of your neck, leaving hickies wherever he could reach, while fucking you without a fail.
“Wanna make you a daddy,” you dawdled out, cockdrunk as his dick pulsed inside of you— “fuck and fill me up, Watanabe.”
And oh, it felt so good, too good, when his grunts in your ear makes you shiver all over— the tall tale sign of him coming soon.
“God, fuck,” his fingers reached to rub your throbbing clit, your orgasm cresting over your foggy mind, “cum for me, [Y/N], let me fill you up with my cum.”
You cried out your lover's name as your high comes unexpectedly, with Watanabe unraveling alongside you— his cum filling your empty womb, overfilling you more maybe so as something wet and sticky coats your inner thighs, and him fucking you through your orgasms. Although tired, you whined as you pulled Watanabe back in your bare chest, pouting as he attempted to pull out.
“D-don't,” you whispered, lethargy pulling you to sleep, “don't wanna let your cum out...”
You pouted, feigning obliviousness, “no. But I do believe in miracles.”
You clench around him, his still-hard dick, and he looks away, his hair covering half of his face. “[Y/N]...”
“Fuck me until I can't walk, Watanabe. Who knows, you just might get me pregnant.”
! — Noctis: Indominus [ size kink ]
Sometimes, you think your boyfriend is a little dumb.
Sure, causing a ruckus and nearly getting you (and Cerberus) in trouble nearly costs half of your mortal life— you're quite surprised you haven't ascended to heaven yet. Although that happens, you still love your boyfriend to bits; knowing that he's just a little dumb boy who needs a little guidance.
Or so you thought.
“N-Noctis!” a moan slips out of your covered mouth, as you felt his cockhead tease the entrance of your slip, “w-what if someone sees us-!”
“So they would,” he groans in your ear, breath tickling you from your neck, down to your wet cunt, “god, I will die if I can't fuck this pussy.”
“Noctis...!” Although you want to reprimand him for being less careful, you can't help but succumb to the way he shallowly thrusts into you. “I-I thought you said-”
“Mmh, just the tip, hngh,” he assures you, leaving little kisses all over your jaw, “I-I promise, it won't take long.”
You dumb ass as a boyfriend is nothing but trouble. You sigh, already feeling full just from his cockhead, “o-okay...just please, make it quick...”
“thank god,” he whines into your ear, hips uncontrollably rutting into you, “i-it won't take long.”
But your boyfriend is kind, loving even— seeing the way your lips curl into crescents, teeth biting into them as you suppress your moans, your closed eyes, pussy gripping onto him like a vice— it almost feels like he's close to drowning. Drowning to the point that he ruts into you like he's running, holding you down further.
You notice this quickly, eyes wide open as he sinks you further into his long and thick cock, tears forming in the corner of your eyes,
“W-wait...!” you cried out, feeling the delicious stretch of your cunt just to accommodate his length, “Noctis, y-you promised!”
Although it's been so many times since you've engaged in such acts, your pussy still struggles to take in everything in Noctis; sometimes, only half of his dick is inside of you. But now-
“shit,” he growled loudly, caging you further as he drills you into the walls, your cries only turning him on as he sees his cock finally nearing to be buried deep inside of you, “such a greedy little pussy.”
Your cunt throbs as a response as you felt him split you open. “Ah, hah, Noctis, p-please...”
“Look at this,” his hands run through the bulge in your stomach, where his cock snugly rests, “I knew you could take it. You're a champ, babe.”
You whined— overwhelmed as he starts to fuck you, the first time that his dick immediately reaches the sweet spots inside of you. Maybe he's not the one who's dumb, but you. It's harder to hold back your moans now, no— not when your boyfriend is now chasing the high alongside you, the pleasure burning your mind.
“Fuck that; don't cover your mouth, baby. Let the whole bar hear how you're only for me, yeah?”
! — Noan: Arca [ praise kink ]
Noan is the prettiest construct you've ever seen in your whole life.
Soft black hair, innocent and careful lime green irises, smooth yet refined jaw— he's basically the whole package. Not only that, you're lucky to have him as your lover.
A lover who's hellbent on getting your praises.
“Good boy,” you cooed, fingers threading through Noan's hair, moans spewing out of your lips as you felt his own fingers toying inside if you, “you're doing good for me.”
Picture this: a lazy Sunday morning, and you're both watching some cheesy telenovela to pass some time before you go back to work tomorrow. At some point, while the casts are busy arguing over trivial issues, clothes have long been forgotten, and your boy is under you, looking confusingly pretty as he plays with your cunt.
You straddle him by the hips, leaning back, pride swelling in your chest as you notice Noan is trying so many things with you. His usual smiling expression is flushed pink, as he looks at you with such interest and curiosity.
“Noan, no,” you whispered, a hand on his cheek, “you're doing so, so good, nngh, I love it when you do this.”
A poor boy, just experimenting with everything new. It could be overwhelming, seeing as he never had any experience, but you think this is the perfect time to try— especially now that you're both horny.
“Fuck,” you cursed as you felt his fingers curls around the spot you've waited, “r-right there, Noan, shit, you're so good...”
Noan wouldn't admit it, but it's true- he's getting too turned on. Just the way you've looked above him, your moans and calling out to him, and just how warm and wet the inside felt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he looked up at you, already feeling so lightheaded just from looking at you.
“[Y/N],” he maintains the pace as he sees you rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, a waterfall of moans crying out his name, “you look so...”
Without a warning, you unravel in Noan's fingers, something wet and sticky coming out of your pussy. Noan keeps his fingers going, even after you came, coaxing whatever liquid was still left inside of you.
That was your first orgasm in front of the boy, somehow, it made the boy's chest throb— was he really that good? To make someone- his lover- come so good like that?
Reality pulls him back, when he felt your fingers wrap itself around his shaft, a lewd and unapologetic moan coming out of his lips. You stared back at him, a small smile on your lips.
“Did you like that, Noan?” You purred, standing a bit so you could slot yourself in between his shaft, making the both of you moan, “you made me cum with your fingers; you're doing so well.”
His dick throbs at the phrase, “i-it's my first time...”
You start to grind on his shaft, eyes rolling back at how long it would be inside of you. “Mm, I'm enjoying it, I really do confess...”
It sparked his interest. Noan shifts a bit, so the prominent vein in his dick perfectly grinds with your trembling clit, “what is, [Y/N]?”
“I think about this situation a lot.” Your grinding becomes rougher, causing the both of you to moan out loud, “god, the thought of you fucking me is so unreal; but here we are.”
He groans as he felt your hands back at his hair, pulling him close as you grinded more on his leaking cockhead now, “that you must look so pretty when you're under me...”
You stood up slightly, one hand now aligning his aching dick closer to your warm hole, “seems like I won't be imagining that now, hm?”
Moaning out his name, you bottomed out in one thrust. Noan gasps in surprise, as he felt your walls tremble with his cock inside of you.
“Look at me, Noan,” you opened your mouth to warn him, one hand tilting his chin to reach your line of vision. “you'll be a good boy and fuck me like this, yeah?”
He groans, but thrusts up, as a response to your order, “y-yes...”
“Good boy,” you cooed once more, bouncing on his cock with a smile on your face as his expression contorts in pleasure, “let me be the one to teach you proper etiquette in fucking me.”
! — Murray: ?? [ bimbofication + dacryphilia ]
If he wasn't being a doting brother to Lee, then he's known to be one of the most calculative and cunning commandants— a well-known fact even that he is Cerberus' esteemed commandant. You wouldn't lie; Murray lived up to all his titles and responsibilities. He's the perfect man for any job you'd ask for: in politics, in the battlefield, and anything else in between.
As a foundation of his existence as an extraordinary individual, another comes into the picture: his pretty, little trophy girlfriend— you. A sweet, sweet little thing; always at his beck and call, always there to relieve him from his stress and sadness. In the eyes of those around you, you're always his support person, giving him hugs and kisses when he's looking down. You also bake pastries to give out around the hall, and occasionally to your lover's team, too. What a pretty, little, sweet thing you were—
Quite literally.
“Do you like the view?” Murray's sinister grin is etched on his face, your eyes nearly close to forming heart-shaped irises, the drag of his dick in between the crevices of your breasts, “you do, you little minx?”
Behind the tasteful eyes of the public, your Murray was not the sweet man they knew; vicious, manipulative, and—
“Yes, yes,” you dawdled out, a shudder across your body as you felt the vibrator slip in deeper inside of you, “that feels s-so good, m-master...”
Murray's favorite little plaything: you. Other than being his doting girlfriend, you were his plaything; dolled up to his preferences, always hungry for his cock.
“Mhm, it does,” Murray fucks between your breasts, his hand finding your jaw and slotting his thumb in between your open lips, “such a good girl for me.”
When he pulls away (you whine from the loss of his heat; he finds it endearing), he slowly pulls out your favorite pink vibrator out of your overstimulated pussy. You cry out, “w-wait, n-no...!”
“Mm? What's wrong?” He teases, mirth dripping from his tons, “do you prefer a poor old vibrator than my cock, dear?”
You whined once more, desperate to feel something fill up your awaiting walls, hole clenching around nothing.
“W-wanna feel you in me, m-master,” you sniffled, tears beginning to form like crystals in the corner of your eye, “I feel so empty, wan' your dick in me, master, please?”
And who was Murray to deny his pretty little plaything; you, sprawled out so beautifully in his bed, pussy aching and drenched in your arousal, little tears escaping your eyes? Murray growls as your tears begin to turn him on, crawling so that his shaft rubs your neglected pussy.
You've both been awfully stressed anyways. But god— he wishes he could keep teasing you until you break.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” he moans your name when the tip of his cock catches your clit, “be good for me, hm? I'm going to start fucking you...”
Without a delay, he slips in his pussy into your wet, warm walls; the instrusion make the both of you cry out. Tears now spill out of your eyes, and Murray ruts into you, without even letting you adjust.
“God, still so tight for me,” he chuckles, watching you squirm as he fucks you harder, “my little girl, my little plaything.”
But you've long descended into heaven, your wordless babbles of "more, more" and "please, more", feeling the drag of his dick now filling you up more than ever.
When Murray feels your orgasm teetering closer, he only hastens the pace, hand over your drooling mouth, as you mindlessly drown in the pleasure he gives, “You'll take more, hm? How about you count the number of times I make you cum tonight; we'll start again if you lose count, okay, darling?”
Always traveling to where the winds would take him— you believe that it's really the reason why he has anemo as a vision; he can talk to the trees with only a whisper of the wind— and only comes back weeks or months later.
Although a ring is out of the picture, he once promised his love to you with the call of the wind as your witness. At first, it was stupid; but you loved him that you'd let him go, when the wind was as free as it could get.
To cope with his absence, you started to look for ways to surprise your lover when he comes back. At first, they were little trinkets you'd find by the market, into desserts and food that you can make. Quite recently though, after asking around the married ladies in Liyue harbor, they told you about a secret they'd do when they wait for their husbands at sea: wearing something that their husbands couldn't wait to see them in.
Lo and behold, an autumn-colored lace drapes around your body. Lingerie. Although it's awkward (you've never been entirely confident with your physique), you think that it might look different in your lover's eyes anyway. You prepare to put it away, waiting for the day Kazuha would come home.
Yet, that day seemed to be today.
“Are you trying that on for me, my love?”
You whirled around to meet Kazuha, who was leaning by the doorframe, a gentle smile on his lips. Quickly, you try to grab the nearest clothing to shield yourself from his knowing gaze, “K-Kazuha! You're home early!”
He says nothing, but walks lightly to you. You back away until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you are left with Kazuha, bodies touching and his face inches away from you.
“I asked you a question, my dove,” he smiles, taking your hand to his lips, “are you trying this on for me?”
You try not to look at his face, guilt and embarrassment making your cheeks flush a deep shade of red, “I-I...was just trying them on...”
“My dove, my love,” he calls out, lips from your hand now trailing to your shoulder blades and to your jaw, a soft kiss there, “why are you so flustered?”
“U-um...”
Words die on your throat, as you felt his hands snake to your hips, guiding you onto the bed, his lips kissing and teeth nibbling on your skin. “You look...very beautiful in it. I know you've always been so beautiful, but in this...you look so...breathtaking.”
You softly moaned at his words and his ministrations, his kiss turning into a hickey in one side of your neck, “Kazuha, I...”
“So beautiful,” he laughs and his breath tickles your skin, your cunt throbbing when his other hand now rests at your inner thighs, massaging it down there, “my pretty dove is dressing up like a gift for me.”
His fingers deftly brush your clothed pussy, a small patch of wetness staining it. Putting light pressure onto where your clit was, Kazuha starts to rub you down there, making you squirm. But Kazuha doesn't mind; he leaves more hickies where his kisses left, his other hand now delicately massaging one mound of your breast.
“I-I wasn't sure if you'd like this...”
“Darling,” he purrs in your ear, making you shiver, “you are a gift to me; naked or not, I will always think that you are so beautiful.”
Pushing your lacey panties aside, Kazuha swiftly slips in a finger inside of you, making you gasp, but he quickly kisses you. His thumb caresses your clit while fingering your little cunt, your moans get swallowed in his kiss. The smell of Inazuman air, sakura trees, and ocean drives you insane— this was your lover, and he was back once more in your arms.
With a loud cry, you come undone in Kazuha's fingers, squirting after such an intense atmosphere. When you've calmed down, you notice a glint in Kazuha's eyes, and you knew that wasn't the end of it.
“I missed you, my dove. Why don't I show you how much I've missed you? Ah; don't take that off, I want to make love with you while you're wearing that.”
! — Venti/Barbatos: Windborne Bard [ body worship ]
Your god is kind; benevolent, unwavering, commited.
His aquamarine eyes glow so brightly than you've ever seen before. Even as he stands before you, a sinner so bare in the eyes of a god—your god— his lips are a sweet smile, and you've known these lips for a long time now.
“My angel,” your god is a lover, voice used for singing ballads and songs of tales, “so, you are here.”
In a cathedral. In Barbatos' throne, where his lyre laid at his feet. You throb at the very thought of sinning in his holy cathedral— stained glass shone by moonlight cast an ethereal glow over the man in front of you as he looked at you with such reverence, you forgot for a moment that you were going to do something so...unholy in this sacred place.
“This is your idea,” you huffed, already feeling conscious as you shuffle in your makeshift bed (your cape and clothes), feeling so shy in your god's presence, “are you sure I won't get sentenced to hell here?”
Venti laughs, settling in between your legs, “relax~ I double checked everything. You needn't worry, my muse.”
You've always known Venti had a penchant for doing so many reckless things— never would have thought that having sex in a cathedral— his cathedral— being one. Venti blows a strong wind to your exposed cunt, causing you to yelp.
“V-Venti!”
“Pretty,” he purred, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, “my windblume, have I ever told you how pretty you are?”
“Countless times now,” you retorted, “including now.”
“Tsk, I ought to teach you better than that.” He smiles at you, the same aquamarine irises you've fallen in love with glowing brighter once more, “this offer is so tempting, you wouldn't have the heart to deny it.”
“I'd like to see you try, then, my bard.”
Your bard, your god, chuckles. Effortlessly, he hoists your legs up to his shoulder blades, your ankles over his shoulders. You watch as he keeps his gaze at you, sultry and honest, as he kisses the area above your feet.
“My windblume,” he breathed into your legs, trailing kisses without breaking eye contact, “my precious dove,”
He kisses and kisses— your legs, your knees, the back of your knees— and you think of it so endearing, even as arousal pools down there, and his kisses are still so gentle; his fingers would absentmindedly trail your thighs, and his gaze was far too intense, you had to look away.
“My muse, don't look away,” his spare hand finds your jaw, to make you look at him, as he goes down and kisses the inside of your thighs. “let me worship you, the same way you did to me.”
It tugs an unknown emotion in your heart, as you cannot look away; no, when he reverently kisses the inside of your thighs more, near your sopping wet core. It makes you cry out—“Venti,” but he nibbles that area more.
Your god spews words of worship and prayers in between them, your core that throbs at his words. You hold onto his hair, but he remains unfazed, only teasing you more.
“Barbatos,” you cried out, and Venti only smiles down there.
“Yes, call me that, my muse,” he holds onto your hips, as he licks a long stripe of your pussy, tasting you.
“Call your god,” he whispers in between your folds, now hellbent to fuck you with his tongue, “and I'll make you cum.”
Venti is relentless as he tastes you, face buried in between your legs. You moan and cry out his name, archons your witness; but tonight, your god forgets he is a god. Rather— he worships you, a sinner, as he makes you unravel in his touch.
“That's it, my muse,” he hums, coaxing the first orgasm of tonight, “let this cathedral know whose god you're worshipping while I fuck you hard like this.”
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I’m not adding this since this is a dead fandom I’m shoving onto people’s dash board. And I’m not hoping people read this anyway despite not knowing who this is. So here heye’s go here is a picture of the nocti’s face
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, somnophilia, praise
Your eyelids are too heavy to move. You are trying to piece together that Noctis has his face in your neck. And your legs pressed against his sides by his large, rough hands. Which are calloused from the sword that he occasionally wields.
"Needy sweetie." He is rutting his cock against your pussy lips. His cock head is warm, rubbing your clit as he bucks his hips. While he softly groans, his hot breath fanning on your neck as he says,
"You said you would stay up for me. Got me all worked up sending me those pictures. Then you fall asleep on me. But that's ok, your pussy got so wet for me so quickly." You rock your hips as your pussy clenches around nothing. He tells you,
"You are so warm, and wet for me. I haven't stretched you out yet but I want to put it in. Can I put the tip in?" He sits up and places his hand on his cock to make sure his cock stays rutting against your pussy as he keeps moving his hips.
His shaggy dark hair falling across his face, and the moonlight coming from the curtains he opened for the mood lighting, is heightening his sharp jawline. As he parts his pouty wet lips and he softly groans your name.
You softly and slowly mumble, "You can do what you want. Too sleepy move." Your last words slur together. And Noctis smiles as he admires the way the moonlight caresses your lovely figure as it comes in from the right side of the room.
He loves how sleepy are looking up at him with your eyes half opened and a soft smile on your face. As you hold on to the pillows that surround you. Since you say the oversized bed is too lonely without him. So you use the excessive amount of pillows he has around you to pile up when Noctis is there to sleep with you.
"You don't have to do anything but lay there and look pretty." You whimper as Noctis slips his tip past your lips. He drags his tip out and then shallowly thrusts his hips to push his pink tip past your lips. Which he spits on just to hear you whine his name.
Warnings: What the title says. If that makes you uncomfy, then please don’t read
Rating: NSFW under the cut
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s kind of simple with his aftercare at first. But once you tell him what you need, then he’ll get them for you. You’re his prince/princess.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, he loves his arms. I mean, have you seen them?! He can lift you easily! On you, he loves your smile. Watching you smile, makes his heart warm every day.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
His cum is kind of milky and has a salty taste to it. He doesn’t care where he cums. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a condom, raw, or on your tummy. He’s fine with whatever.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wanted to do it on his dad’s throne once, but Ignis practically watches him like a hawk. Same with his dad.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
To be honest, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. Being royalty has kind of affected his relationships. He never really had time to know what dating was like.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes the classic missionary. It’s mainly because that’s the only position he knows but it’s also because he likes seeing your body sprawled out on the bed. He loves it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Yeah, no. Not happening. Don’t even try. He doesn’t even know any sex jokes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
His pubes are like a bitch black color and he grooms them as much as possible. He does shave from time to time, but he doesn’t really like to do it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Oh yeah. Intimacy is very important with him. He gets the wine, the red rose petals. He’s a little awkward but he does his best.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He likes to jack off sometimes. It mainly happens he’s stressed and he can’t find you. And when you’re off doing a mission or something and he misses you a lot.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He doesn’t have a lot of kinks but I do think he has a slight daddy kink and likes to dabble in bondage
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Like I said earlier, it’s gonna be strictly in the bedroom for now. Just until Ignis and his dad can get off his ass.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Just tease him and he’ll whisk you away to the bedroom. That, and when he’s stressed.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing that can hurt you. Like knives and things like that
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves being in between your thighs. To him, your pleasure comes way before his. Plus, he loves the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes to go both fast and slow. It mainly depends on how you want it. Again, your pleasure comes before his.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t do them a lot but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. He does end up being late to royal meetings sometimes.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is willing to experiment and does want to take risks but again, Ignis and Regis. He can never get them off his ass.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last for about 2-3 rounds, before he starts to feel exhausted. Use that knowledge wisely. It may give you a chance to dom him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He owns like one vibrator and that’s it. And he only uses it on you. Don’t ask why he bought it. He doesn’t even know himself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes to tease sometimes, just to see how cute you are when you squirm.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
The most you’re gonna hear is panting and groaning but that’s it. Unless, you find a way to dom him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He does dabble in cosplay sometimes and once got you a sexy chocobo costume. Did it lead to a role played sex session? Yes
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s about 8 inches and is kind of girthy. And he has a few veins running along his cock.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is in the middle. The only time it spikes is again, when he’s super stressed and misses you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep when you do. He wants to make sure that you’re comfortable. You always come first in his book.
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You and Noctis had decided to take a trip for Valentine's day. He sometimes camped outside, but he always had his friends with him when he did. This time, it would just be the two of you.
He didn't want to mess up or do anything wrong, but it was his first time, sort of alone in the world. He wanted to do things right, and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
You didn't know how to drive, so you were left with him being the driver.
You sat in the passenger side of the regalia. The wind blowing as you were driven to the campsite. Your arm rested on the door, your eyes focused on the nature and buildings that passed by.
While camping, Gladiolus was the one who set up the tents, Ignis cooked the food, and Noctis never had to do much. He was the prince. They wouldn't make him do anything and instead, most things were just handed to him.
While you enjoyed the scenery, Noctis continued to drive, while debating whether he should use a tent or pay for one of the inns. The inns were quite beautiful, having a small indoor garden, a spiral staircase, and a balcony.
Noctis could have taken the royal boat and taken you out to sea, but he didn't know if you would get seasick or not, and he didn't want to risk it. Plus, he didn't know how to drive it and he just wanted to be alone with you.
He pulled into the parking lot of the inn, turned the car off, and got out. He walked to your side of the car and opened the door for you, a behavior he quite frequently did. You didn't have to touch a door handle - not unless you wanted to.
He grabbed a bag while you grabbed the other one. He headed to the inn and held the door for you.
You stepped into the building. It was quite large and looked very expensive. You slowly took your time looking at the things while Noctis headed to the front desk and ordered a room.
There was a large thing that almost looked like a piano, but it was filled with various plants and flowers. Some chairs sat near it and there was a large spiral staircase.
When Noctis finished, he came and found you. Together, you made your way to the room.
Noctis unlocked the door and held it open for you. Stepping in, you looked around. It was almost like a small house. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom.
You stepped in and sat your bag down on the table and made your way over to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The trip had taken nearly all day, and it was almost night by the time you arrived.
Noctis set the bag down and sat down in a chair, waiting for you to finish. As he did, he removed his shoes.
He rolled his head, his neck cracking as he did. He stood just as you opened the door, finished with your nightly routine, and it was now his turn to get ready for bed.
Before the trip, you both had eaten breakfast at the castle, lunch, and dinner at nice restaurants.
You both had fallen asleep rather quickly and when morning came, Noctis was still asleep. You rolled over and faced him.
He was flat on his back, his shirt gone, and an arm crossed over his body, the other arm resting by his side. You placed a hand gently on his arm and gave him a gentle shake.
He didn't wake up, a normal thing for him. You slid beneath the covers.
He had no issue with you waking him up like this.
Your hands pulled his boxers down, you gently took his cock in your hand, your lips met his tip and slowly you slid him deeper into your mouth before pulling away.
Your hand slid the spit down his length, slowly working your hand up and down, tightening every so often, and his cock began to grow hard.
Your lips connected once again, and you began to suck.
He let out a small noise as you continued to suck and stroke him harder.
His hand tightened in the bedsheets and his other hand moved to rest gently on the back of your head. His cock leaked pre-cum, and you didn't stop sucking.
His eyes remained closed until after he had came, his breaths coming in short pants, he lifted the blankets and his head. You lifted your head and your eyes met his, a smile on your face. He laid back down as you moved over to him.
