#⟪ usfw ⟫ → ❝ avert thy young eyes ❞

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The only one that they wanted was each other, and all they need was each other.

(Commission I got from @doubleleaf​, great artist and EXTRAORDINARY quality of work, will def work with again.)

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when the sun dies in the sky, you’re my only light.

Many held the assumption that Radahn held nobody above himself. Why should he when he had the might of a Lord to hold the stars hostage in the sky, to rend earth itself with his control of the gravitas?

If only they would know.

It begun long ago, before Marika had disappeared into the depths of the Erdtree, never to be seen again. Before the Ring was shattered, when all there remained was somewhat normal (by the degree of a godly family of course). Looks exchanged during the Grand Tournament, of a young prince and the former knight of the First Elden Lord. He was so young then, still marveling the strength of the Lord of the Battlefield when the Crucible’s Fury Flame stepped on stage.

A Knight of Valor, Honor and Strength, befitting of the dragon from which he took his name.

“Salvius Dacius, at your service.”

Now the same voice that once swore eternal loyalty to him whispers into his ear, like the soft caress of silken sheets upon bare skin. Radahn inhales sharply, fingers grasping a handful of bronze colored hair, though pressing the man closer to him than pulling away. A laugh rumbles forth from the crucible knight on his lap: “Oh my love, my dear General, words fail me to properly explain how much I adore you.”

Teeth scrapes along his pulse, sending a sharp jolt straight down into his loins. Salvius’ hands move down his sides, grasping his hips with sword - calloused hands: Radahn’s stomach tightens with a short, but white hot bolt of pleasure when their manhoods rub alongside each other. His head falls back, baring more of his throat to his husband’s devilish mouth, partly also for the weak moan that bubbled at his throat. “I love you too, my beloved Lord - oh...”

Take me, take me already, make me yours as I have made you mine.

The bruises that Salvius marked into his skin would not fade for days on end, and he would proudly wear those marks for as long as they would remain. Every mark though was a brand of flame, just like the fire from which he claimed his title. Golden eyes half lidded peers down when said mouth drags its way down to his collarbones, the sharp sting of his bites only serving to highlight the emptiness he felt inside: his cock throbs, demanding attention that he both hoped for and dreaded. Sweet pain that felt so much better when his release inevitably claimed him.

“Salvius...” Radahn breathes his name out under his breath, a prayer towards a god that only he saw. Draconic eyes meet his gaze, hazed over with such adoration and predatory lust, his heart threatens to leap out of his chest: it wasn’t often he felt so... vulnerable, desired with such forward want. Salvius’ smile was slight, only the barest curl of his lips beneath stubble.

He sits up, brushing aside a lock of the Starscourge’s scarlet locks out of his face, tucking it behind his ear while his forehead pressed against his. For a second, they remained there, liquid golden eyes and the glowing yellow of a dragon’s locked on each other’s. If the world was to end right now, he could care less so. Damn the Ring, damn Marika and her plans, the serpents of the Court of Leyndell. If he could have him for the rest of eternity, even damnation would be so so sweet.

Radahn was the first to act, closing the distance with a kiss. He nips at his knight’s bottom lip, tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. Greedily did he dive in the moment his lips part, seeking out his other half’s tongue to taste. And for what felt akin to an eternity they remained like this: Salvius’ lips taste of wine, and oh it would not be false to claim he was an addict to his taste. The General trails his own hands down his husband’s shoulders and back, following the path of scars only he knew existed.

“I need you.” He pleads with the man above him, letting another unabashed moan flow from his lips.

“And who am I to deny you, my beloved husband..?” Salvius’ hands lightly push him back along the sheets of their shared bed, then down to part his thighs. Radahn nearly curls his fingers around his own aching hardness, if only for a moment of relief from the pressure that built in his stomach. The Crucible Knight’s gaze trails downward, a faint blush spreading along his cheeks when his eyes fall upon his cock throbbing between his legs, reddened head weeping drops of pre-fluid from earlier. “You’re gorgeous, my lion.”

It was as though their bodies were made to fit together when he captures his lips in another kiss, two pieces of a puzzle that finally found one another. Salvius’ kiss muffles too the noise he made - something between a gasp and a whine - when he feels the sting of being speared open spiraling from his lower half. They’ve made love like this so many times in the years before, he recalls faintly as he started rocking his hips, beneath the light of the moon where they could seek to understand each other’s bodies with lips and hands.

Enough times he did not often even need preparation, only the oil to ease the breaching.

Radahn sighs out a shuddering breath. He lets the waves of want, of need carry him through its sea, winding his arms around Salvius’ shoulders as the man took him with earnest. Each thrust and grind of his hips knocked the breath from his lungs, tugging the coil in his stomach just a little tighter than it had before until he finally found the spot in him that truly stole his breath away: “Sal - !”

He called his name out in broken fragments now, his brain driven further into the haze when he aimed all of his thrusts into that particular bundle of nerves deep inside of him. Then he could not call his name at all, for it died upon his tongue with the rest of his coherent mind when Salvius’ lips crashed into his again, a far more demanding battle of tongue and teeth while they both plummeted towards the edge of the precipice they stood upon. 

If the sun were to die at last, he still would not fear, for all the light he would need remains here with him.

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In honor of Sinday, here’s the line art for a commission I got from @doubleleaf​ B) can’t wait to see the finished product!

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Okay okay since we’re all getting nasty and in the honor of Sinday, some details in regards to the General’s married life and MORE.

Radahn was in fact, a virgin before he got together with Salvius (yes, premarital sex happened, Marika would be reeling in horror), because he’s spent so much of his time either training or studying magic (or just ya know, being the horsegirl that he is). But once he got past that awkward phase he’s shameless in the bedroom, and much like Godfrey, can absolutely go into the “break the bed” type of rough if given explicit permission (read: Sal absolutely does give him that permission because he’s a Crucible Knight and can take the roughness).

The only thing that he isn’t as well “versed” in shall we say, is dirty talk.

That’s hubby’s mastery.

And believe me it gets him flustered every time.

(And absolutely very much turned on.)

I’m putting the more NSFW stuff under the cut lmao.

Now, he’s got no qualms about being on the receiving or the giving end. Though admittedly being the bottom is actually his preference considering that he finds it hot that someone not as much of a bulky bitch as he is can overpower him. There’s also a certain element of always being the one in charge and in the lead that he just wants a moment where he could lay back and let someone else take control/take care of him for a change.

Partly also why he’s into light bondage too.

Also before they were actually married, the taboo of a prince getting together with one of his knights was also hot to him. It’s the scandalous element of being this mighty demigod prince who submits to his knightly lover with a combination of discovering of bedroom fun times that is just 👌👌👌.

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headcanon: sinday edition

Radahn bottoms for his husband 80% of the time.

That’s all.

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Since it’s Sinday, you lot can have ONE naeky Radahn.

Source: This fucking awesome artist.

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Anonymous asked:

🍏 Preference for top or bottom/Submissive or dominant. 

Radahn is, maybe surprisingly, versatile. He has no preference for top or bottom because either way it’s pleasure all around, even if it ends up with him bottoming for Salvius most of the time (and by most, I mean 80% of the time) because there’s also a thing called size difference. Granted, Sal is a crucible knight and has the durability of one, but Radahn’s still kind of just “Are you like absolutely sure about that” because he’s huge ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).