#nsfw-two

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Raud whimpers confirmed and we love it

Oh yeah, he whimpers big time.

Those who whimper: Raud, Anne, Sassa.

Those who groan: Gungir, ???, Ingmar.

Those who moan: Anne, Thyra, Gungir.

Those who scream: ???, Thyra, Sassa.

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Nsfw ask but speaking of best boy Raud’s scars, how would he react to a gentle, top mc that would kiss his scars and tell him he’s pretty while they’re going at it AND ofc aftercare 😫 (he deserves it)

I got distracted and wrote a whole scene that barely relates to this ask. My bad, y'all.

Raud is honestly a great bottom, and he enjoys it. He's a switch at heart because he loves you so much he would enjoy anything you offer him. But with a male MC, bottom is honestly his middle name.

Now a top MC that gives him the princess treatment? He's in love. He will try to say otherwise, of course. But we all know he loves it. Each gentle praise you sing his way has his heart leaping out of his chest. He is dead and has ascended to heaven.

Now, I hope you enjoy this scenario:

Sharp, desperate breaths escape his nose. The pain on his lip throbs. It’s dull and tastes of metal. His teeth sink deeper with each thrust that comes from behind. Your hands travel up the plains of his back, each dip and curve of his scars rough terrain your palms glide through. He feels the room is stuffy, the air filled with the smell of sweat and sex.

It feels mind-numbingly good, but that’s what scares him.

He feels you shift behind him, leaning forward until your chest kisses his back. The light pressure you hug him with is, in a way, comforting. But as if on instinct he spreads his knees and buries himself into the bed to escape your burning touch. He stiffens when you follow him, pressing closer until he has no where to run.

“Raud,” you whisper in his ear, the warm breath tickling his ear. “I want to hear you.”

He doesn’t reply. He refuses to. No one would want to hear the horrible sounds that come from his mouth. He bites down harder on his lip, wincing at the pain it brings. But pain is a familiar feeling—a feeling he deserves far more than pleasure.

“Raud,” he hears again. A soft hand slides to cup his jaw, guiding it to turn. He peeks with one eye. His heart leaps at the sight.

Your hair is disheveled, strands wildly tangled from when Raud gripped too hard. Some are stuck to your forehead, where sweat glistens under the gentle torch light. He follows one streak as it slowly trails down the side of your face, quickly distracted by your swollen lips. A kiss shared one too many times. It leaves your pretty reds raw and glossy. But he also notices the tightness, the furrow of your sweaty brow and the way your lips fall at the corners. His heart dips.

Are you mad at him?

“Do not hurt yourself.” Your thumb gently grazes his lips. He understands now. The look you adorn is one of worry—not anger. “Release yourself.”

He obeys the command like the mutt he is. You wipe the droplets of red from his bottom lip with your thumb, pulling back. He watches as you stare at the crimson drip down your hand. A look darkens your eyes, and you catch his gaze. When he tries to look away, you catch his jaw with your other hand.

“Watch me.”

You bring your thumb to your lips. Raud’s heart stills, his eyes widen. Your tongue peeks out and you lick the red, slowly—deliberately, as you keep your eyes trained on him. He tries to turn, but the tight hand on his jaw keeps his locked in place. Your tongue retracts, and he sees the apple in your throat bob. The red that remains is gone in seconds as you lick a long trail up your hand, letting no blood of his go to waste.

He gulps as you rest both hands on either side of his head. You loom over him, your eyes dark with desire—want.

“I want to hear you.” You thrust, rocking him gently as he gasps. “All of you, okay?”

He nods, because you command him. All of him. Even if all of him is ugly, vile, unsightly.

And like you can read his thoughts, you speak, “You are beautiful. And I want everything you can offer.”

He shuts his eyes as your hands squeeze his waist, nails digging into his skin. You pull out, only leaving a part of yourself inside.

“Now scream my name.”

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I've been stalking your page and if I saw correctly we might be able to top Gungir as a male MC? *Rubs hands together like a fly*🫳🏽

"Absolutely not," Gungir’s voice is harsh—sharp, cutting through the air like a final verdict. There's no room for argument, no chance to sway him.

"Please, Gungir. Only once!”

The both of you stand at the end of a bed. Gungir’s chest is bare, yet yours is not. The sight of his powerful form, tense and crossed has you frowning. But the hunger from his naked skin clouds your mind and you can’t help but focus on anything but.

“I do not want to.”

You pout, your gaze lingering on his arms, watching how they flex just above his godly chest. “But I do. It is always the other way around. It is not fair!”

"But you like it." His eyes snap to yours, widening slightly with a hint of panic. “…Right?"

You bite down a grin. “I do, but I want to try something new. If you do not enjoy it, I will never ask again.” You clasp your hands in front of your face and his. “Please, Gungir.”

He eyes them with pursed lips. The blue, usually lighter than sunlight, is now dark and dim. His lids are heavy with thought, and you feel yourself licking your lips at the sight because it’s so obvious lust lingers in the air between you.

Your hands are moist, the longer you hold on to the damp heat between your palms, the wetter they get. The apple in Gungir’s throat slowly bobs. Up, then down. And you know, just then, that you’ve won. A smirk slithers up your face. Gradually, you lower and unclasp your hands, careful so as not to scare the wide-eyed doe before you. But this isn’t enough for you. You need audible confirmation, you need him to say yes.

So you make your move. You can’t hold back anymore. Your nails dig into the skin of his waist, pulling him forward until you’re flush against each other. “Say it, Gungir,” you whisper in a single breath, hot against his ear.

You start simple, kissing the red between his neck, and he shudders, but doesn’t pull away. So you bite down, overcome with ache, and he flinches. “Sorry,” you say mindlessly, soothing the spot of possession with a messy strip of saliva.

His large hands encompass your back hesitantly. “You will be gentle… right?” he asks, his voice raw, and so genuinely innocent it has the heat between your legs tightening. Gods, he’s so different like this. So docile, so yielding.

“So fucking gentle.” You trail up his neck with sloppy kisses, making sure to mark him with the shine from your mouth. His beard is rough against your skin, and you live for the way it scratches your jaw. Impatiently, you make your way to his lips, but refuse to plant yours against his.

“Why?” he asks, his eyes hazily focused on your lips. It’s so obvious what he wants. His warm breath is shallow against your face. Your fingers trail down his spine, and to the indent just above his ass. There, you allow your hands to rest—to toy with the hem of his pants. Anything further requires that simple word, yes.

“I need you to say it, Gungir.” Your eyes meet his, and again, the apple in his throat bobs. His hands clench at your tunic.

You see how his head spins. His gaze is unfocused, and his words are breathy. “Say—say what?”

“You know what.” You lean forward, brushing the skin of your lips against his, but not enough for him—or you—to be satisfied.

“I, uh.” You crave moments such as these; where both your desires are at a standstill, and neither has the strength to make it flourish into something more. On the other side, pure pleasure awaits. The longer the wait, the stronger the pleasure will be. So you wait, and wait, and wait until you have him shaking with want. “Yes.”

A grin spreads across your face, and your lips finally meet. You kiss him with your tongue the captain. His moans and yours intertwine into the hot and stuffy air around you. Your hunger has you melting into his body until the both of you are one. You plunge your hand down his trousers, and he startles.

His composure falters, and his lips slow. It leaves you to pick up pace—a pace Gungir struggles to meet. You want to overwhelm him, see the red of his neck travel down to his chest, and up to his face.

You want him to beg for more.

And you always get what you want.

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Can you hate fuck with any of the ROs? Also I didn't see an age rating tag in anywhere, is the game 18+?

This game is 18 plus. I just completely forgot to add the age rating.

Thyra: If she hates you, she genuinely hates you. There's no space for sexual tension because the hatred leaves no room for it.

Gungir: He doesn't hate anyone, so if you manage to get him riled up, there is NO way you're getting to the fucking stage.

Raud: I think it's an obvious no. He won't do anything sexual with a person he doesn't completely trust.

Anne: If you get Anne to hate you, she would leave. And morally, she will never hate fuck, or fuck in general. She would make love.

???: He never really hates anyone because he just doesn't have the emotional capacity to, but he's the only character who would come close to hate fucking.

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Cause it is never to early to start with the hornywe are desperate, let us go with the good ol' classic Bedroom preferences(Dom/Top, etc.)?

It was bound to come in🤗🤗

Thyra:

Same sex: switch, sub.

Opposite sex: bottom, sub.

Gungir:

Same sex: top, verse, he can bottom but you need to convince him.

Opposite sex: top, dom.

Raud:

Same sex: switch, sub.

Opposite sex: top, verse.

Anne:

Same sex: switch, verse when she gets more comfortable.

Opposite sex: bottom, sub.

???:

Both sexes: top, dom, he likes control as I said.😞

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Bit of a spicy ask, so if you’re not comfortable with that sort of thing then feel free to ignore. What RO has the biggest…personality? And follow up, which has the highest libido?

Biggest personality (men):

Gungir

Raud

???

Biggest personality (women):

Anne.

Thyra.

Highest libido:

??? (obviously).

Thyra.

Gungir.

Raud.

Anne (as she grows and explores what she likes her libido will grow).

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How would Gungir react if he went after mc after they had had some severe argument to find them having an angry wank in the woods while cursing his name?

Because my mc is also having some confused feelings towards male on male relationships but also he gotta get that frustration out somehow.

I'm so sorry, but "an angry wank?" I had to laugh. 😭

Gungir would still have some remaining anger from the argument before (depending on what it was about) and if he saw you having "an angry wank," he would use that remaining anger to...help...

It's also a way for him to release the fire that burns in his chest and after the flame has been burned out, he would go back to apologizing and fretting over your well-being, wondering if he was too rough or anything like that.

Hopefully now, the both of you would be relaxed enough to talk things through.

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Big beefy man bear who is extremely soft but a dom/top......WHERE CAN I SIGN....neeeed him so bad....also kinks of the ros maybe...pretty please 🥺

Thyra: Oral. Edging.

Gungir: Breeding kink. Size kink (obviously). Praise kink.

Raud: Praise kink. Gagging. Aftercare. 😞

Anne: Quirofilia. She likes licking a lot... Cunnilingus.

???: Blood play (obviously). Erotic asphyxiation. Bondage. Sensory deprivation. Impact play.