#avert thine innocent eyes

[primalvessel]

"I don't care if someone sees us, I need you, now!" (is this gay enough, maru?)

His lover could be bull-headed and stubborn when he wanted to be, of that there was no doubt, but there was no denying that when he went, Cloud went hard. Leaving and being gay had been more of a joke than anything but it seemed as though Cloud had risen to the occasion.

The way the blond grabbed at him, the whisper in his fuzzy ear, the want that dripped from Cloud's voice, it all went straight to the Miqo'te's cock.

Hearing Cloud admit it, hearing him throw caution and propriety to the wind in the face of his need was the hottest thing Maru had ever heard.

No locked doors to stop someone walking in on them. No carefully selected location where the illusion of the threat of being caught didn't match the reality. This time, anyone could walk past and glance in their direction. The alley was clean and shrouded in shadow but still hugely public and people did move past the mouth of it now and then.

And someone did look down at them.

Maru's gaze met that of the onlooker even as Cloud thrust into him again and he held that gaze as best he could as he felt the thickness of his lover's erection fill him over and over. He clung to his lover, back scraping against the wall behind him and sank his teeth into his bottom lip to quiet himself, watching as the voyeur finally stepped on out of sight.

Cloud didn't know.

Maru wasn't going to tell him. Not yet at least.

And if the Miqo'te came particularly hard, made a mess between them that they had to hide on the journey back, well... Maybe Cloud could work it out when he come down from the high of his own release...

[primalvessel]

Maru's breathing didn't return to normal even as his hips twitched, not until he was completely spent inside his partner's body and finally he caught his breath, relaxing his grip on the Phoenix's hand and hip. He went to pull free, let the young lord's legs slide from his shoulders only to be pulled closer for a kiss that he smiled into.

Brushing Joshua's sweaty hair from his face, the smile became a small smirk at the request and he sealed their lips for another brief kiss before nodding. "As you wish my lord," he teased lightly and nibbled on the Phoenix's bottom lip.

Eager little thing, wasn't he?

"From behind, perhaps?" he suggested, teasing his fingertips along the blond's stiffening shaft. "Or maybe you'd like to be on top?" he purred.

"Unless you'd like to swap places..."

He had become puddy in maru's grip, breath panting heavily with every thrust into his body that ran right over his prostate. Made him feel the pleasure all over again, rising, as his eyes found light again and he watched maru, glazed over eyes looking like Joshua had transcended into heaven.

And then maru's hips hitched, and his cock buried itself fully into his hole, and warmth bloomed in spurts inside his body and cock grew hard once again was maru twitched against his prostate.

He shivered in delight, moaning lowly, before capturing the miqotes face and kissing his lips sloppily.

"M-more?" He asked timidly, strawberry hair sticking to his forehead.

[badolmen]

Soldiers kill sheep in the streets and I see bison skulls piled high, the bullets are made in the United States.

Trees are set ablaze by tanks and I see Moses kneeling in fear and reverence, God does not speak from these flames.

The people starve and I see seaweed gathered in baskets on Irish shores, Dutch tulip bulbs boiled with rabbit bones.

When they said ‘never again’ it was never for love of the hundreds of millions murdered, nor fear of the systems that allowed such evil to rise. They said ‘never again’ to shipping lane inconveniences, to stock market woes, and to being seen for cowards.

At least a coward would sit in quiet fear, content in inaction. Now they sign over billions, condemning millions to the total destruction. Where is the shame? Where is the apathy? At least in that I can call them mere cowards. What else am I to call them but the evil they so long taught me to revile?

God have mercy on their souls. God have mercy on ours. For the body is doomed - the bombs will still fall, the blood will still spill, the graves of thousands will fill.

(How long is the queue to the pearly gates? Is St. Peter agrieved to see so many young faces? Are wives rejoicing or grieving the reunion with their husbands? Does the brother laugh or cry when he finds his sister among the crowd?)

From Carthage to Auschwitz we were warned. From Roman roads to shipping lanes we watched the weapons trade hands. And when we cry out to the powers that be, they turn away - unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling. Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.

But the horror is in knowing they are not machines. This is not their nature. They are men. Born with a love for humanity in their hearts, a desire for community and companionship and art. How did they lose such a fundamental part of their being? Was it beaten out of them by bitter men before them or did they discard it themselves, as though it were a cancer to be excised? Does it matter when they so zealously jump knee deep in blood and bone among bomb shattered homes?

And while it is troubling to consider that, being human, we too can have our hearts hardened, it is far more uncomfortable to consider that, being human, they may one day revert to natural compassion. And what does one do when the machine becomes man again? When he proves it was a choice all along? A choice he refused and snubbed until the bodies cooled and the graves grew grassy with age?

God forgive what I cannot.

[atherix]

I am not evil and if anyone ever tells you otherwise do not listen, they are full of lies

[yolomichaelz95]

Sex joke warning, if those make you piss and shit in terror please avert thine innocent eyes 'w'

It's just Marisa being her usual romantic self~ ^^

[primalvessel]

"You'd like that, wouldn't you," he stated with a scoff. "Hearing me scream because of you, moan for you. We'll soon see if you can manage it won't we." Never mind that he wasn't usually particularly quiet anyway, now the challenge was on and he'd be quiet as much as he could.

Lyon was right though, quiet as he might try to be, there would be no denying his enjoyment when his body reacted, played like a living instrument by his bedmate.

With someone he trusted, he would have bared his neck, let them close to it, press lips to it, bite even, but Lyon he didn't trust and so tension remained humming just below the surface, ready to react should the Garlean think to take their encounter in a different direction.

For now though, he seemed content to let things play out and he did appreciate the warning. Lyon had another thing coming if he thought he'd be fucking the Miqo'te dry and thankfully the feline carried a vial of natural oil, usually used to soften leather or lubricate joints, that he could use to lubricate himself, which he did while the Garlean shucked what few clothes he was wearing.

Without shame, Maru slicked his fingers and reached down to slip one inside himself, preparing himself with some small measure of haste. "Only a mindless beast ruts without taking the time to prepare his partner," he accused, slipping his fingers free of himself when he was satisfied and wiping them on his thigh.

"Come then," he invited, "I'm ready."

primalvessel​:

lyon-beast-king​:

Sure he had work and responsibilities, but he wasn’t neglecting them, he was just using his break time and off duty hours to indulge himself. Besides, Warrior of Light or not, things can change.

It wasn’t killing anyone that he wasn’t doing this, and yeah, he did enjoy a bit of risks here and there.

Seeing that the miqo’te was enjoying himself, Lyon too found that this was quite entertaining and up his alley. 

Being glared at, the Beast King chuckles as he stares down, giving a shit eating grin, and bright mischievous blue eyes. Try him? A brow shoots up. “Oh really? So this ain’t your first time eh? Good to know.” Going back to giving another nip for a reaction. “You think so eh~?” Chuckling at such a reaction, the hyur sets it down. “You like that eh~?” Moving to face the other, Lyon leans in and nips the warrior’s ear, then licks it, to his neck and does the same nip and lick, to his shoulder, collar bone, abs, and then does a long lick down about his skin to his stomach and kisses that before pulling away as those blue eyes stare at the Adventurer. “Then tell me, boy, ever had a highlander in you?”

Scoffing at the clarification that it wasn’t his first time, he made it quite clear that Lyon was not his first and most likely wouldn’t be his last either. The taunting a goading was not just a thing for the battlefield of that there was no doubt.

He jerked lightly beneath yet another nip, raked his nails down the Garlean’s chest in return, felt his cock twitch.

“If you think I’m going to admit to liking it, to inflate your ego, you’ve got another thing coming,” he growled softly. For all his words though, his body was going to speak for him, loud and clear.

A press of lips made the Miqo'te shudder, a nip made him squirm but for all they sparred with their words and Lyon’s teeth nipped, he was otherwise surprisingly gentle and it made Maru feel like an equal almost, rather than a conquest.

His skin felt alight, tingling after the attention but he couldn’t do anything in return with Lyon pulled away, so he propped himself up on his elbows and smirked.

“I’ve had a highlander before,” he confirmed, sounding amused. “So you’re going to have to have something special in store if you want to be remembered above him.”

Lyon was many things and though he taunts and teases and jokes, there was reasoning behind them. Even though the other was his enemy, the hyur didn’t want to break his new toy right at the start. No, if his works out, he could make use out of it could he not?

Enjoying the nails on his chest, the jerking of the smaller body beneath him, the elder chuckled. Hell, he might have felt a bit of a twitch there. 

“As nice as words are, they are nothing compared to how your body is speaking for you. And when the body speaks, the only thing that can top that off is hurting you scream and moan and gasp on top of it all…” The elder purrs back, leaning in just enough he can smell the miqo’te’s breath.

He could turn his ugly head any moment and ravage the smaller male. But again, he must contain himself. Lyon was far from inexperienced, and though the Warrior of Light was no virgin, didn’t mean there was no limits to him.

While the other moved to sit up, the Beast King peeks up at him and spots the smirk before raising a brow. Oh? Now what?

So, highlanders wasn’t new to him either. How interesting. “Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t asking for those reasons. I just want make sure I properly prepare you for what will happen next. The higher ups may not mind seeing you in a bleeding mess, but I rather not ruin a rare opportunity. So…just to warn you however, boy…” pulling away as he moves to get between the other’s legs, Lyon’s eyes changed to a feral hunger, “I do things raw, and unless you have lube on you, or know magic, it will hurt a bit. But don’t worry, I’ll make it feel good right after~.” The elder grins evilly as he starts to work on taking what little clothes he had on, thank Thal he goes commando.

[spoiledblogif]

POSSIBLE NSFM (if comfortable)

So RO is just chilling, but they suddenly hear MC call "(RO)! Could you help with my dress/robe/tunic?" And when they go to help, it does seem genuinely complicated to undo (like when we have zippers on the backs of dresses and can't pull it properly) but undoing the garment just reveals that MC is wearing nothing underneath (dating)

How would Ro's react/feel?

All right, since I know there's potentially a few people under 18 here, answer below the cut. Minors and innocents avert thine eyes. (This is just a precaution, the answer's not really explicit.)

R: Probably make a flirty comment and ask who MC is dressed up for, but manage to be otherwise mature about it. Then go take a very cold shower. If MC was dressing up specifically for a date with R, the flirting would be a lot more direct. R would probably accuse MC of being a tease (which is fine because R's probably into that).

Z: Z's not really great at flirting and they could probably pretend they didn't notice, but it's definitely going to stick with them all night. If they were going on a date together, Z would probably say outright that MC is testing Z's resolve.

Kestrel: Yeah. They're not making it out of the house any time soon lmao

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 9

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Koga

Koga: (That ain't it. You were aimlessly driftin' around at the time, so that shitty four-eyes was probably just tryin' to create a place for ya, right?) (He drove the stake called "UNDEAD" into ya to ensure ya wouldn't just up n' disappear.)

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Koga: (All that stuff's still s'posed to be a long ways off though, ain't it?) (I mean, I do remember havin' a conversation like the one we just saw. But by the time it happened, I was pretty worn out…) (Pretty sure I wasn't as innocent — or more like, spirited? — as this Koga is.)

Rei: (Aye. In those days, thine eyes were akin to those of an abandoned dog; even now, the memory pains my heart.) (Moved by thy plight, I felt compelled to extend a helping hand.)

Koga: (Hmph, ya sure are kind, ain'tcha?)

Rei: (I merely felt guilty.) (While I sulked and averted mine eyes, there was a child who had been hurt because of me…) (Seeing thy gaze, I finally understood.)

Rei: (I made an innocent child taste the same bitter loneliness as mine.) (I recognized it, felt it deeply, and regretted it.) (And so, to atone for that sin — even if just a little — I donned the same outfit as thee and sang the song thou wished for me to sing.) (—Thus did UNDEAD come to be.)

Koga: (Yeah, that's pretty much how it went, huh? That battle to subjugate the delinquents was our debut battle as UNDEAD.) (The shitty four-eyes was the one who took care of all the paperwork n' stuff, n' he suggested I change the unit's name, since the members were changin' too.) (I moaned n' groaned a bunch while thinkin' it over, listened to a buncha people's opinions, n' ultimately decided to give it a name emblematic of my wishes:) (UNDEAD.) (Then, since Adonis seemed like he had nowhere to go, I invited him to join, n' the two of us started takin' lessons together.) (Thankfully, you became our leader after you finally came back from your long journey overseas.) (And for whatever reason, ya brought Hakaze-senpai with ya, n' that's how the four of us became the best version of UNDEAD.)

Rei: (In all honesty, I intended only to render temporary assistance.) (However, I entrusted the paperwork to Hasumi-kun, who unilaterally appointed me as leader without consultation, thus preventing me from leaving. 'Twas quite vexing…) (What was his motive, I wonder? Was it some form of harassment? 'Tis quite rare for him to behave so maliciously.)

Koga: (That ain't it. You were aimlessly driftin' around at the time, so that shitty four-eyes was probably just tryin' to create a place for ya, right?) (He drove the stake called "UNDEAD" into ya to ensure ya wouldn't just up n' disappear.) (He was prayin' for ya to settle down after findin' a place to belong, wasn't he?)

Rei: (Kukuku. As expected, even if Hasumi-kun's rotten, he's still a monk¹ — praying is his specialty.) (When I was in DEADMANZ, he was weak and his prayers could not reach me. He lacked the strength to subdue a demon.) (However, once he revitalized the student council and grew in power…his prayers surprisingly took hold, firmly binding me.)

Rei: (I was thoroughly defeated.) (Sealed in such a comfortable place, I find no urge to break free.) (But I digress. Within this dream, events are progressing much more quickly than they did in reality. After all, when one is made to rewatch a film one has already seen…one yearns to hit fast forward ♪) (Hence why I interfered with my past self, hastening his return.)

Koga: (But is it reaaally okay to mess with things like that? Ain't it gonna fuck things up?) (What if somethin' that wasn't s'posed to happen ends up happenin'?)

Rei: (In truth, such hath already occurred — from the very outset, even ere my intervention.) (What we see before us is a distorted rendition of history. In the true course of events, the delinquents were not so difficult to vanquish, nor were they ever known as "vampires.") (Some entity hath purposefully wrought these distortions.) (That entity is, in all likelihood, the mastermind behind this series of incidents. And, whoever they may be, it is probable they harbor some manner of intent towards me, whether for good or ill.) (We must read² the mastermind's machinations, and should it pose a threat to us, we must shatter it.) (In so doing, we shall seize the rightful future.) (Wouldst thou assist me in this endeavor, Koga?)

Koga: (You don't even have to ask. As we just saw, ya listened t' my request back then, Sakuma-senpai.) (Even though nobody woulda blamed ya if ya just snorted n' ignored the whinin' of a mutt like me.) (There wasn't anythin' in it for you, after all.)

Koga: (But even so, ya nodded. Ya didn't brush off the spoiled brat beggin' ya for a favor, graciously takin' it on instead.) (It was probably cause of that shitty nature of yours which stops ya from refusin' anyone's requests, and not cause ya especially liked me or anythin' like that.) (Still, it made me happy. It felt like I was on cloud nine. And y'know, even though there've been all kindsa setbacks n' unpleasant experiences up 'til now…) (Bein' part of UNDEAD has made me happy.) (So this time it's my turn, Sakuma-senpai.)

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A modification of the Japanese proverb "even if it's rotten, it's still sea bream," which means that something inherently valuable will still retain some measure of worth no matter what.

The phrase Rei uses here, 読み取り, is specifically used to mean reading in relation to technology. For example: you'd use it to say your phone "reads" a QR code, or in the phrases "e-reader," or "read-only memory."

[primalvessel]

[ It's Thancred! Maru will always be horny for Thancred. ]

Did he need something? Of course he needed something, especially when Thancred called him kitten and used that tone of voice when he did it.

And of course, at the question his mind raced with the myriad of things that he needed of the Hyur. Most of them included having Thancred balls deep inside him.

"You know very well, love," he replied, trying to resist the urge to grind against his lover's leg. "Are you really gonna make me say it aloud? Do you like it when I talk dirty and admit what I want?"

My muse wants yours. :3c

//let's be honest when doesn't he lmaoooo

@primalvessel

The hyur was always quick to pick up on subtle hints - the lingering touches, the longing gazes, the way the feline moved closer when he thought the rogue wouldn't notice. Thancred's lips turned upward slightly as he raised an eyebrow.

"Did you need something, kitten?" he teased.

He knew what Maru wanted, of course, but it was so much fun to see the Vessel get riled up every now and then.

[survivalspecialist]

@gotasmokeamigo liked for some sin!

It had started with Leon stepping out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist, dropping it to pull on some boxers only to be halted halfway through the motion by the Spaniard’s return. Completely unperturbed by being naked, Leon had continued to reach for his undergarments only for them to be pulled out of his reach.

“Leave them off,” came the lilting Spanish-accented voice from behind and beside him.

Straightening up, the agent turned to face his company and raised a brow only to see the Spaniard blatantly checking him out. It sent a shiver down the man’s spine and with the way he was naked and Luis was not... well...

He couldn’t be blamed if his cock gave a small twitch of arousal, right? Just a natural reaction to being naked in front of someone he found attractive. Right?

[conterminouss]

It’s another one of those nights with your ‘Lizzie’.. She’s sat bare before you on her desk, while you’re still dressed and sat in the chair with your hands bound behind you.

Hands trail over your clothes and underneath to tease at your skin- she’s going to draw this out, it seems- whispering her plans as she palms you through your pants, kissing and nipping your neck, slipping a hand under your shirt to caress your chest and-

-And then you wake up. It was a dream, and you’re not actually even in her room right now. Oh. Well, Good luck with that!

She was beautiful and he adored looking at her. Liked it more when he could lay hands on her too but that alternative was just as good. The way her hat was the only thing she wore accentuated her playfulness along with the smirk on her face, the light dancing in her eyes and he knew she was going to take her time with him.

Her touch was warm against his skin, the nips against his neck like tiny bolts of lightning straight to his groin where she could feel how much he was enjoying himself.

He woke to the sound of his own mewl, his blankets twisted around him enough to suggest the reason behind being bound in his dream and he lay there for a long moment, staring blankly ahead of himself as if he might chase the dream and immerse himself in it once more. Alas, the crick in his neck and the hardness in his pants prevented him.

Embarrassed by the noise he'd made even though there was no-one to hear it, he squeezed his eyes shut with a low groan and shifted the blankets away from himself, shivering at the sudden chill and glaring down at the tent in his pants.

"Fuck," he muttered then, dropping his head back. His own hand wasn't going to compare to what the dream had teased him with and he lay there, the ghost of her touch on his skin, the memory of her nudity as she sat above him upon her desk yet vivid in his mind and lowered his hand anyway.

@azure-seadragon

[primalvessel]

There was still distrust as Lyon pulled away from his neck but at least his point had been made. He might be laying there, essentially vulnerable already, but he would not bare his throat to the Garlean. The growl in return would have amused him had it not been in response to his own defence.

When Lyon shifted to press lips and teeth to his shoulder instead, the Miqo'te allowed it, settling once more. He'd given his warning though. He'd made Lyon aware that there were lines he would not cross, and he didn't need his lance in hand to be dangerous yet.

There was nothing dangerous about the mewl that left his lips though, when the pad of Lyon's thumb moved over the head of his dick, over the slit. His breath caught and eyelids fluttered before the beast king's hand moved on again.

The Garlean was bold, that was for sure. And Maru liked it.

To have been warned once with a show of fangs, to then go ahead and slip his tongue between them... The kiss was sloppy but returned by the Miqo'te who wasn't going to lay there passively.

Besides the warning away from his neck, he definitely seemed amenable to the way things were going, feeling the pace pick up. His breathing was coming more raggedly, his claws raked down Lyon's back and it was getting harder to meet those thrusts.

He wasn't very loud yet but he'd already made it quite clear that he could be vocal and the moan into Lyon's mouth lent only further evidence to how he'd been right not to take the bet from earlier.

[primalvessel]

Sliding his hands over the Hyur's hips and then around to grope his ass, Maru playfully rolled his eyes as they began their little back-and-forth. And of course he couldn't help the flush of colour as he reminded of exactly what he did for the Hyur when he was worked up.

Leaning into the hand that moved through his hair, he grinned despite the heat in his cheeks and pressed close.

"I want you inside me, Thancred," he murmured, getting straight to the point it seemed. "I wanna be full with you - doesn't matter what position. I want to feel your hands on me, just touching, trailing down my body until you're stroking my cock. I want you to make me cry out your name as you fuck me and then make me beg to be allowed to cum for you.

"How does that sound?"

My muse wants yours. :3c

//let's be honest when doesn't he lmaoooo

@primalvessel

The hyur was always quick to pick up on subtle hints - the lingering touches, the longing gazes, the way the feline moved closer when he thought the rogue wouldn't notice. Thancred's lips turned upward slightly as he raised an eyebrow.

"Did you need something, kitten?" he teased.

He knew what Maru wanted, of course, but it was so much fun to see the Vessel get riled up every now and then.

[survivalspecialist]

SO UH. Kink jars anyone? Tag me if you fill out the sheet (it’s not mine, I’m just posting it).

Mine are under the cut juuust in case someone doesn’t want to know how fucked up I am.

If you’d like to work any of the above into a thread (provided a jar has content) lemme know. Eheh. 

[primalvessel]

Whimpers in marus ear

"'m sorry, 'm sorry," Maru whispered desperately in return, forcibly relaxing his grip and slowing the fevered rutting though he didn't stop; Lovek hadn't told him to stop he hoped Lovek wouldn't but Maru would if he was told to-

He pressed his forehead, sweat-soaked bangs and all, against the Viera's shoulder near where he'd sunk teeth just moments before and his heated breath washed over pale skin. Hot tongue flicked out to taste and he mewled his need, blunt claws leaving grooves as he struggled to rein himself back in.

There were tears at the corners of his eyes. He sank teeth into his bottom lip to keep from biting his bedmate again.

[conterminouss]

Sitting atop him, she lets her hands trail over his chest- rolling her hips lazily against him. With a pleased little growl she leans down to press her lips to his neck.

She sucks kisses against his skin, leaving marks in her wake. Then she bites softly, where she feels his pulse racing- rolling her hips again as she does, and a quiet word leaves her lips almost too quiet to hear..

“Mine~”

He liked seeing her there. Liked the warm weight of her atop him like that and how it gave her the freedom to do precisely as she wished while still allowing him to touch her at least somewhat. The sight of her sitting atop him, bared or not, was ever at the back of his mind. She just looked so good.

Huffing fondly as she leaned into his neck, he stroked his hands along her thighs. She really seemed to like his neck and he often wondered why, what with it being covered to hide the ugly-ass scarring there. Not that he'd stop her if that was where she wanted to mark him up, since it was easily covered.

The rolling of her hips and the moan that it coaxed from him nearly made him miss the quiet word of possession but those fuzzy ears of his weren't just for show.

Under other circumstances, he might have frozen, might have been worried by the attachment but with his blood heated as it was, he did what he usually did when presented with something he didn't want to think about. He ignored it. Pretended that he didn't hear it and rolled his hips up to meet hers that he might forget he'd heard it at all.