#pitofgloom

[luravitae]

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .              —>[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

He wakes up with a quiet moan.

A warm body presses against his naked back. There’s something wet pressing at the small of it, hard and hot, and he arches instinctively into the secure feeling, the muscled arm tightening around his waist. Soft breaths puff against the lobe of Ignis’ ear, and he closes his eyes shut in silent contentment. It’s Nyx, of course. His hips still pleasantly ache with the reminder of the night before and he’s reluctant to move at all, not when Nyx’s touch ghosts up his ribs, pinching slowly, carefully, at hard buds. 

His thighs twitch with his growing arousal. He’s still half-asleep but manages to possess some sense to shift his leg, hooking atop the other’s hip to allow Nyx more access. Yet, even at the blatant invitation, calloused fingers drift along the ridges of his collarbone, trace lightly along his jaw, thumb at his lips. Ignis shifts again, letting his mouth part at the touch, but before he can take the digit into his mouth, Nyx shifts his hand again. 

“Come now…” Ignis whisper-moans, rocking his hips back slightly, and hears the hitch in Nyx’s breath. That’s affecting him somewhat, at least, and he hopes it encourages him to continue. However, a soft groan of annoyance leaves him when that hilt-worn touch travels to his thighs next, lazily stroking just shy of where he desires the most attention. Frustrating, but Ignis won’t force the matter. He won’t beg for him to hurry, not yet. Besides, it’s not as if the touches are displeasing. 

As if in reward for his patience, fingers dance at the base of his cock, and Ignis exhales slowly. 

[luravitae]

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

suggestive starters meme ( nsfw )

“I thought perhaps we could maintain a high sense of propriety…” A dry utterance, but he’ll cater to the other’s words all the same. It’s not as if he has anything against doing so, after all, and perchance he even sat so far away to provoke such a reaction. Not that he would ever admit nor suggest such a n admission, of course.

He stands; slowly, languidly. Eyes fixated ‘pon the other with quiet intent yet still carrying about some modicum of lackadaisical interest. It feels— far too hot, suddenly, as if the small room they’re in bears a heater he’s not yet aware of, yet perhaps this coil in his core is arousal speaking to him, a soft murmur that Nyx will indeed perhaps… try something if he were to place himself where the other wishes. Then again, it is what he hopes for, and he’ll do so with subtle coyness. 

He approaches as quick as he dares to. It is a game between them, after all, whether or not to showcase his eagerness. Of course, he’ll not give up his disinterested farce so easily: Nyx will have to work for it, and, privately, Ignis believes he enjoys the challenge.

And perhaps he also enjoys the way Nyx will pant after him, enjoys the way such attention will be lavished upon his figure, enjoys the way that he can make Nyx grunt and groan. It feels like such a gem, to be privy to the way Nyx can be like this. 

So he strides before Nyx, turns, allows himself to sink onto his lap. He thinks perhaps there’s a hardness pressed against the small of his back, but he doesn’t try to engage. No, he’ll let Nyx decide when to go in that particular direction. Instead, he leans back, reaching for his hands and holding them tightly. His head rests back against Nyx’s shoulder. He’s content here, for now, before the television flashing motions of some soap drama, pressed warm against his lover’s chest.

[ofblademaster]

Starter: 6 (Cursed Shield)

pitofgloom liked for a starter.

He was sitting on a stone, a sword in his hand, swollen by darkness as his next victim comes. It didn’t take long for him to know before him was a warrior, or at least a fighter. Studying him for a moment he slowly stands. 

“Who comes to take on the Trails of the Blademaster?” How many more years will it be till he had no reason to say such words anymore. 

[valiisthea]

“My hands won’t stop shaking.” for Lib.

@pitofgloom

“Here, give ‘em to me.” Libertus reached forward and grabbed both of Nyx’s hands and held them tightly with his own. He could feel the subtle tremble, uncommon for Nyx as he usually held himself together well.

But Libertus had seen Nyx hit lows before, and this was always how they started.

“Breathe. I’ll get us somethin’ to drink in a minute, but you gotta come down from this first.”

[cookignis]

🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse

@pitofgloom

Insomnia winters are unpredictable. Some nights are mild while others cover the streets in freezing rain. It’s embarrassing to admit that he didn’t prepare for such an occasion. Much to Ignis’ displeasure, his weather app didn’t foretell any precipitation nor was he warned of the temperature drop. 

A blink. The sudden warmth surprises him. He looks up towards his unexpected companion. Nyx Ulric. The hero. Even he knows about him. Jade eyes drop back down to the coat around his shoulders. “Thank you but I cannot possibly accept this, Mr. Ulric. I’ll be fine, my ride is on its way.”

[sonitussilentii]

🌀

Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

He didn’t know how long he lay on the alley floor, curled around the shattered remnants of his phone. His cracked ribs made every breath an agony, meaning that he couldn’t call for help even if he was willing to risk the magic damage that would ensue.

The worst part was– he hadn’t even seen his assailants. Crippled by a hood pulled over his head and his own fear of his magic, Sonitus had been as helpless as he’d been in Altissia eight years ago.

[ofmisthios]

i’ll try to put in a good word for you. 

ASSASSIN’S CREED SENTENCE MEME | ACCEPTING

“You think I can’t prove myself without your help, glaive ?” Kassandra teased with a PLAYFUL smirk on her lips before she softly hit his arms. Of course, she appreciated his help - after all, she didn’t know a thing about this new world she had ended up in. However, during her long life, she had always been a fighter, so if she could keep doing that, if she still could help, she would be more than happy. 

[valiisthea]

“it wasn’t you who took their life” for Lib.

@pitofgloom

“Maybe I didn’t pull the damned trigger, but I sure as hell supplied the fuckin’ guns. No matter how you try and spin this, it’s partially my fault. Maybe all my fault, who knows.”

If he had just listened to Nyx in the first place...if he had managed to keep his temper in check, listened to his bleeding heart over his vicious mind, maybe none of this would have happened.

Or maybe it would have all still happened. There was no way of actually knowing - but he could conclude that without the knowledge he had so easily divulged, this plan would have taken longer to execute and perhaps they could have put a stop to it before it really began.

This was his fault. 

“I fucked up, Nyx. Ain’t no comin’ back from somethin’ like this.”