#{ in the midst of all my love for my miqo

[inviouswriting]

Aymeric drabble

As a size difference lover. I love the concept of wearing the big lovers clothes. With a female miqo`te.

I tend to write alot of spicy stuff.. this happens to turn into one of those. Spot writing and no betas... 

Enjoy~

E rating.

On a rare day where you are at his house alone you find yourself going through the home. You’ve only seen a few rooms and from the outside you never realized how immense it is. Such things to accommodate the Lord Commander, but of all the rooms you find yourself intrigued is Aymeric’s. You’ve been inside a few times but never got to see it in your own time to take in the man that has your heart.

The first thing you do is plant yourself into the middle of his bed, feeling a sense of loneliness creep up on you and being comforted by his scent seems to help it. How much Aymeric has been a beacon of strength in hard times. To feel close to him is all you sometimes wish, that he’d forgo a day and spend it with you. 

Soft paws pat at your face and you eye the ever elusive cat Aymeric has. The creature regards you with a stare, the bad temperament you guess is from the owners lack of presence because here it was able to curl up in front of you without so much as a growl. A few pets and you have the feline purring on its side. Your own tail swishes side to side in envy of how the cat can get all this attention.

Soon the cat leaves you in favor of the warm fire out in the main room. Left alone to your devices you scan Aymeric’s room, taking in personal effects from a desk and stack of documents and scrolls. Many inkwells and the tea set. A sense of warmth fills your heart remembering the good he’s done and keeps doing. You scan more of the room and see something that catches your eyes most is one of the temple knight’s robes. You know he has several given he is seen most in them. 

An idea strikes you and with careful and reverent hands you pick up the blue robe. The weight to it doesn’t surprise you with how much material is used. It doesn’t stop you from pulling it on your shoulders. The hem of it reaches the floor and you stand up on a chair to prevent it from getting dirty. The mirror in the room you regard yourself and note how well it looks on you, it doesn’t stop you from making a few poses. 

In the midst of your playing around you don’t hear the main door of the house open or close. Nor do you hear the steps of metal softly against the floor. Aymeric arrived back alot sooner and surprised to see that his door was open knowing he closed it. Almost rounding the full corner the sight that greeted him leaves him awestruck and with more love in his heart at seeing you in his clothes. 

Leaning against the door he lets you carry on with your poses and one nearly gives him away when you strike a pose close to his own victory he does. He quietly laughs to himself watching this endearing moment. The way your tail puffs up as you bend over to the hand reach. Your poses come to an end and you hug your arms close to yourself. Unguarded and overwhelmed with missing him. 

You hop off the chair and hold up the hem of the robe so it doesn’t drag. Turning you stop dead in your tracks as a pair of gentle ice blue eyes stare at you. 

Your tail poofs up in surprise and you dash to the side of his room near his bed curling down with your hands over your face in pure embarrassment. You feel arms wrap around your waist, and with expert ease feel yourself lifted up then settled into a lap, head against Aymeric’s chest and his chin resting on the top of your head near an ear.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. You are surely adorable.” He brings a hand up to pet an ear earning a sigh of contentment. 

“I missed you today.” You feel his grip around your waist tighten and his face nuzzling into your hair. You can feel him smiling against your head, and twitch an ear at a breath against it.

“I see, I’m full glad that my room provided you some comfort then along with entertainment.” Amusement in his voice but gentle bordering that tone he only uses with you. Reverence and soft.

You chance a look to his face; he pulls his head back to look you in the eye. The hand that was petting your head moves to tilt your chin up towards his own. A quick press of his lips to yours in a small kiss, testing how his kiss is received. When Aymeric feels you kiss him back he presses another kiss. This one a deeper and full of passion. 

Your head spins and you feel as though you can get lost in this. His arms wrapping around you and you shifting to fit in his lap better sitting with your legs on either side of his. 

The innocent kisses turn into something more, and feeling the way his hands grip at the back of the robes you wear, you can tell he feels the same desire and need. You allow him to move you both so you’re on your back and Aymeric starts tugging at your clothes starting with his robes.

The kisses resume as the clothes and armor comes off, till skin is felt and your nails graze delicately down his back with his ministrations. You could feel every ounce of love in his touch as he feels yours. Aymeric leaves no spot untouched, unkissed, and unpleased. You writhe from his tongue on sensitive skin from breast to slit. 

You return the pleasure giving him pleasures from his ears to his cock that when he enters you, the dig of your nails is harder from the stretch. His size always earns a few tears not from pain but feeling full and overwhelmed.

The kisses shared in the heat are ones that you can’t get enough, arching as he thrusts in, to moans as he grips the base of your tail running fingers down the length to the end, his fingers find that tender spot just beneath the base and you cry out his name.

Aymeric yearns to hear his name more and repeats it, while his other hand trails down to tease your clit. His thrusts become harder and longer while you thrash under him. He watches as you become a mess of pants, moans, and screams all with his name attached in some breathed form. 

Aymeric can feel your body closer to its peak, he neared his own and settles on busying his hands on hot spots to bring you closer and over. The dig of your nails in his back along with the tense of your legs around his waist tells him more and he lets his own moans be heard as his thrusts become relentless. 

Your whole body becomes tense and you see white as you scream out his name and clamp down around him. This triggers him into his own orgasms spilling his seed deep inside. Ice blue eyes watch as you shake and shiver in your high, he leans down to kiss you in fervor giving a few last pushes then settling with flipping the both of you over so you can rest on top of him. 

Your face against his chest hearing his wild heartbeat. You blush feeling him still inside, and he doesn’t seem to rushed in pulling out enjoying the intimacy that he can only get with you.

Aymeric pets your head idle and content with how things have been. Your tail wraps once around the end of the wrist at your hip. Aymeric shifts you enough to pull himself from and you sigh at the lack of being filled. The sigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What do you say my love? A bath, and then you can show me more of how you look in my clothes? So I can remove them from you.” The sense if mischief in his tone makes you look up at him. If his eyes could glow they would through love and lust, however his smile betrays his eyes in the warmth he showers you. 

You nod and with that he lifts you up to carry you to a washroom. More than eager to shower you in more affections. 

[gaiavowed]

{ updated a few of Alya’s verses since I got new headcanons and I also wanted to have more Variety. Her FF12 verse is gonna stay as is until I play the game and its sequel and I’m gonna overhaul her 13 verse as well once I finish the trilogy. In light of 7R’s multiple timelines and Anything Being Possible, I reinstated a bit of her original bio by making her an optional recruit for the party.

anyways, that’s gonna be all I’m able to do tonight - here’s the inbox call and plotting call from earlier if anyone’s interested \o/ }