#yasett

[cinnamoroll-ya]

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[bastardsunlight]

NSFW 1 (with any Yassett verse?)

number 1

It always starts with wrestling, doesn’t it? When Sett is in the mood, he doesn’t like to take no for an answer. He will, because he’s not an animal, but he doesn’t like it. Fortunately, Yasuo rarely refuses—as it turns out he is the more voracious of the two, except every once in a while.

He prefers to ride, to control the situation, if he can. They have been locked in a fight for at least fifteen minutes, both hard, panting and sweaty. Yasuo scrambles away and then pounces on Sett, knocking him back. Before he can straddle the man, however, the big half-Vastayan leverages his superior strength and flips the swordsman over.

“Animal…” Yasuo snarls—in this case, more dirty talk than insult, as he would never call Sett anything so disrespectful in casual conversation, and especially not within earshot of the man’s mother. Before he can shimmy out of the hold, Sett has grabbed his ponytail with one hand and is pressing two big, slick fingers into him with the other.

The whine that arises from being so roughly handled is more animalistic than any noise Sett has yet made and this makes the man who calls himself The Boss chuckle. God, how he loves this man beneath him; he would do anything for Yasuo, which is an odd feeling for someone who has only ever expended such emotional resources on his mother.

“You gunna take it for me and behave?” Sett purrs.

“When do I ever behave?” Yasuo spits this response, but it is without malice, and filled with truth.

Shrugging, though his partner cannot see it, then, Sett grasps his already-leaking length—and to say it is such is not stretching the point; he is, to say the least, extremely well-hung—against the swordsman’s ass.

“You ready, babe?” This question is asked with sincerity and gentleness. For all their back-and-forth, there is genuine devotion between them and, beyond that, a desire never to harm the other person. They’ve both had enough pain in their lives without adding to it. His grip switches momentarily to rub the back of Yasuo’s neck, massaging it minutely.

“Give it to me,” comes the response as Yasuo tilts his head back up, indicating he appreciates the grip on his voluminous ponytail. Sett obliges at the same time as he guides himself in, pressing the thick head of his cock past the ring of muscle that would, without consistent use, be a hell of a barrier.

They are enthusiastic lovers and the moan that rises from Yasuo’s lips is nothing short of pure, needy pleasure. Sett presses a little further and the second bulge on his cock begs entrance, as well. This, too, he asks permission to add and it, of course, is met with enthusiastic consent. Sett adores the way his lover’s ass takes him all in, loves the sounds the man makes—he wants more.

He begins moving his hips, in and out, pulling cries of ecstasy and curses in equal measure from the creative swordsman. Once he finds a good rhythm, then, Sett braces himself more firmly on either side of Yasuo’s hips and begins to pound harder, faster, holding tightly to the man’s hair. Sett’s free hand reaches forward and find’s Yasuo’s, covering it almost gently, but squeezing hard as his hips piston vigorously.

[cinnamoroll-ya]

acabei de ler uma fanfic incrível deles e tive que desenhar.

[bastardsunlight]

"Grip" Yasett

The summer night is hot, a warm breeze stirs the curtains of the bedroom which is lit only by moon and starlight.

Yasuo rolls his hips hard, groaning quietly as he forces Sett deeper into himself. Before he can move again, he feels the pressure of big, rough fingers grasping his jaw and halting his motion. He grunts a question and then their gazes meet, Sett’s golden eyes lit by a strip of silvery illumination filtering in through the window. Yasuo has never, in all his life, been regarded this way, with absolute, unconditional love. He grips the wrist with both hands and begins moving once more, pushing his cheek into Sett’s palm.

Send “grip” for your muse to grip my muse’s chin.

[bastardsunlight]

It's a quick, gentle kiss from Sett, but he smiles down at his human lover. "Happy new years, scruffy."

"Scruffy," Yasuo grunts, making a face only a mother could love... Or one big half-Vastayan bruiser. "That's saying something, coming from you." He reaches up and ruffles that gorgeous, thick, soft red hair he adores so much. "Any resolutions?"

[bastardsunlight]

So YAs. Are you a furry?

"Hmm... knot exactly," he responds, waiting for realization to dawn before slapping his massive lover a high-five and laughing raucously, making a 'did you see the look on their face' gesture between barked sounds of mirth.

[chxmpionselect]

'do you remember when we first met?' [Yasuo @ Sett]

"I do..." the rugged Vastyan rumbled, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You drunkenly stumbled into my pit, thinkin' you could beat me. And then I suplexed your ass. Love at first fight," Sett purred, kissing his partner's forehead gently.

[bastardsunlight]

Yasuo do you know your dad? We KNOW you know your daddy

"For the love of... how do you keep getting in here?" He's about to make the bed, sheets under one arm, opposite hand on one hip. The corner of his lip curls upward in an ugly sneer. "I'm a bastard, so no, I don't know my father. As for... whatever the f... whatever fantasies you're cooking up, save 'em for Sett. He's into that kinda thing."

He isn't and Yasuo knows damn well what'll happen if they try springing that one on him. "Make sure you get really detailed."