#peerlessparamours

[smutbydaylight]

closed starter for @peerlessparamours | geralt&vesper

Geralt stalked through town, ignoring the eyes that followed him. He was a witcher, a rare breed with a less-than-noble reputation. He was looking for a few items before he left for his next adventure, which was why he was currently approaching a young boy clad in the colors of the mapmakers. "Hey, you. kid." He reached out, grabbing the strap of the other's bag, so that he could tug him closer. "I need a map. I can pay whatever cost you require." He didn't release the other. He was used to people running from him, even when they didn't need to. It was easier to deny the other a chance to run. It was rare for Geralt to need the services of others, but his mission was too important to end up lost in the woods. He didn't like it, but he needed something the boy could offer and he'd do whatever it took to get it.

[ragtagrunaways]

For @peerlessparamours

It's hard, finding words for the feelings beneath the surface. He'd grown to avoid forming connections. A mindset dedicated to the hunt of a target, removal of that target, and then move on to the next. Not to be a person, but a weapon. An arrow in anothers bow, to be pointed and fired. Not... Not touched in the way Airyn was right now. The warmth of that palm against his chest. A rough breath, leaning his head forward a little until he could press it to Airyn's shoulder.

"I'm more weapon than man, Airyn. I don't know how to be.... You deserve more than me."

[rhapsodc]

@peerlessparamours / continuing from here.

Magic surely touched a curious part of his brain, but Ashby had other things that occupied his mind right in front of him. More precisely, right inside his mouth, running over his tongue, reaching the back of his throat. He made no effort to protect his pose or argue with that fact. A cock well serviced was among some of the best skills he often tried to improve. His eyes moved up as his head moved down and all of the inches disappeared between his lips until his chin was pressing on full balls. He watched those perky nipples being teased and without waiting, he lifted his hands, running over that lean body, feeling the muscles until his own fingers were rubbing against them.

When he finally needed to breath, he backed away. Taking a long deep breath, he chuckled. "Let's call this one a secret skill. And I assure you, you will be happy once you see what I can do riding your cock."

[softandwicked]

@peerlessparamours - continued from here (x)

Felix let out a deep groan, feeling every  inch of Airyn's cock buried deep inside him. A low chuckle escaped his lips at the hermit's breathless words. The rogue pushed his hips back firmly, making sure Airyn's shaft filled him completely, stretching his tight ass to the brim. “Good sir, of course you can't hold back,” Felix said, his voice smooth and teasing, as he turned to face the man, pressing a quick, hungry kiss to Airyn's lips. “You can finish inside me as many times as you wish.”

[problematiqce]

for @peerlessparamours continued from here

"Such cute noises your making." His voice was taunting as he continued to fuck hard into the other, keeping Vesper pressed against the window. "Keep it up and people might hear. Never would have taken you for a show off." He continued to thrust hard and fast, ignoring the pleas from the boy. He was enjoying himself far too much to hold back and he was almost certain that Vesper was liking it just as much. Not to mention hearing him cry out like that only managed to drive Minsu even more wild.

[writtenmen]

continued from — x

　　joffrey was the king. and whatever he wanted, he would obtain. for long enough he had desired to own the carthwait duke as his own, have a taste of the body those tight-fitting tunics so poorly concealed. kiss those lips, grope those muscles. the affair started through charming smiles and thinly veiled courtship, all perfectly graceful and subtle until they were away from prying eyes. once they were alone, joffrey could finally let go of any pretences. his delicate grap turning forceful, needy. commanding.

　　"louder." his words were firm as a thumb slipped into william's open mouth, his other hand busy as he stroked both cock in a tortuous rhythm. his own lips parted, panting as he bounced on the older man's lap. unsure yet as if he'd use his front or back.

@peerlessparamours

[ragtagrunaways]

For @peerlessparamours

The steady drum of Percival's fingers along his ribs was more than enough to coax a lazy grin from Christopher, still letting most of his attention just linger on the fact this was a different side to Percival. The other was so inclined to fight, seeing him even remotely still was a turn.

"Oh, I'd say there was plenty hard between the both of us, Perc." A half laugh, eventually reaching out his own hand in turn to brush against the Prince's jaw. "I slept very well. How about you?"

[rhapsodc]

@peerlessparamours / continued from here.

The blushing came back at the words and also a hint of worry. "Did I hurt you?" He asked on a rushed hush, voice failing as he looked at the other. The feeling of that hand caressing him was such a tease. A delicious type of tease too. He could feel it like a soft caress, a soft tickle. It certainly made his body react, but he was not pushing it away, not as he generally would when someone tickled him. Still, Fawkes felt somehow foolish, as if he was doing it all wrong. He had never such doubts in the arena, but in bed, even after such a performance... "I didn't want to be so rough, it's just, when you said harder, I-" He stopped talking, watching Wellington for any hints that he might be displeased.