#freylas

[cosmicallium]

"Two of the most accomplished mages in Tamriel are leading the fight against the Planemeld"

the two accomplished mages:

[crazydreamerspwn]

Freyla, an important NPC of our current Scifi DnD campaign

[444names]

Names generated from Icelandic forenames, excluding the letter "N"

Aagústrósa Aberg Addfríði Addita Adelert Adrida Agbet Alaug Aldimar Aldur Aleki Almart Alrós Amikamý Ardía Argeirhall Argríður Arisigvir Ariðbormas Armóa Arður Assaberg Assell Augur Augógólfur Axellka Aximaríf Aðald Aðartalka...

Barður Begigur Berastmesja Beret Berguðla Bermorr Bertur Berður Bettur Birfillaug Birstvalfur Björgur Björlísar Bogerd Borfi Borgmar Borsteimik Boríðurbjam Briríður Bristeir Brímhildri Böður Böðvalvíkar Catharítar Dagfúsalti Daggesert Dellýdísek Delís Digbjölur Digur Diljuldur Dorður Dréta Dríus Dríður Dórael Döggaug Dýrar Dýrkug Ebbildi Ebbirleme Ebogi Edebora Eifur Elaug Elaumas Eldimi Eljóhaldur Ellauguríl Ellex Ellipít Elsabra Embreptía Erður Eserður Essalmar Evígja Eybjörus Eyrriði Femmild Fjaki Fjart Fjudi Fjula Fjóður Fjört Fjörður Flóas Freifur Freyla Fricharíma Frippít Friskelydía Frista Fríðurg Frólfur Fróseselía Galdrisbja Garður Geifur Gergur Gilýr Gitti Glaug Glóeyggi Glóður Gottar Grétur Gríður Grósmarrý Gutvildur Guðberður Guðfi Gyttús Haddfrí Hadís Hafbora Hafda Hafeuf Hafsteifur Hafstir Haggur Haldildur Haldur Hallf Halóveir Hargríður Harrik Haríet Harður Hauðmar Heberga Heifur Heildur Heirl Heirr Hekka Hekkas Helvaldur Hergeifur Hergeld Hergmata Hermura Hertert Hervildur Herður Hildeba Hildia Hilfur Hilvört Hjáredrés Hjátmas Hjörgjar Hlégerafa Hlírumiður Hlíza Hlíður Holbera Holdur Holgeo Hraeldi Hrapi Hrareylur Hrikkar Hristó Hrærúður Hrólf Hröður Hugilborgur Hugirmaj Husterdía Hólfur Hörgur Hössmarloui Húgóði Ilbryglai Irviður Istfriði Jaldur Jesigur Jochaldur Jovig Jólristíbas Jótta Jótur Jóður Jörkar Jörtalgeika Júddýr Júlaus Júlfdía Júlfra Júlfur Júlfus Kaillaugur Kargheig Keyvölvötta Kjaggur Kobbar Kobbi Kolfarg Kolild Kolkaldur Kolster Korga Korgur Kormekta Kormelkorka Krisa Kristir Kristmarði Kristur Kriðberðara Kriðla Kriðlildur Kriðrúður Kvaríður Laflómedíl Laugur Leigfaldur Lexíus Leódís Lidórður Lildíselgý Ljart Ljálmi Ljófeyr Lotur Loðrúrik Lásbervigur Líell Madór Magitsý Magma Makir Malaugbja Malauðdís Maldur Maleiður Malmír Marla Marlöður Marröður Marthagþór Martúeliður Marzil Marður Masmagða Matríður Matrúddþór Mattus Maxelbjört Meldur Mikkir Miktóbja Mikóki Milbjörkar Milliða Mirósaldur Mjaldig Myrmardís Mábir Málfur Mímur Móslur Móðir Oddikatley Oddúa Oldur Olgerður Orgurvardís Orlillaug Orsæi Oteiður Pathaldís Patla Pettaldia Poldísal Porgurbja Pálhjálfri Pálkór Pálrós Rafabir Rektó Ristbjörges Ráður Rímlöður Rólbja Rólfþór Rómeyvi Rósabil Rósbja Rósta Rósteifus Rögmus Röður Rúður Sabeta Saggý Sallarður Samaga Sebóttekur Sekug Selgert Sesjarðurrý Sigberta Sigbjaltefá Sigdísa Sigma Sigumey Sigurbes Siguðlíasí Siguðmadda Silbert Sildur Sjasa Skari Skatlarthea Skjör Skæri Skúlfdís Smarður Sofey Solemelís Sopherður Spoltý Steilex Steir Steiður Stergúsigur Stgeirþór Stgerður Stmarglóbý Stvalsa Stígríður Stþór Svakkaj Svaldur Svall Svalm Svartur Sveimdís Sveir Sveit Svera Sverbjör Sverg Svíuerey Særef Sævörlís Síaskjörg Sókrita Sólfdís Sólfrímur Söldur Sölvald Sölvika Tefas Teittherg Teliður Their Therg Thiljar Toddur Tolur Tormur Torvar Tríður Tíellý Tígdart Tíshilfur Tólma Tóvilfur Tóvía Ubbildig Uláreti Valberga Valdur Valeir Valfria Valti Vargísefa Varlava Vatta Vildwarg Vildísley Voplet Vorðir Vífur Vítrúdi Zópur Álfildór Álkidi Álmar Árbár Áreiður Ásbjaleika Ásbjör Ásborfi Ásmía Ástas Ástber Ásteri Ástgeboðmar Ástviletra Ásvalexar Ævarki Íríðbjar Ísaberður Ísabrá Ísesil Ísigus Ólber Ólfur Óllberd Ómedwaldur Öllvildur Ölvarlia Ölviður Öskja Úddketri Úlíður Þebalmfra Þeódór Þjódur Þorfra Þorgur Þorma Þorður Þrósea Þyrósla Þóreik Þóreðvar Þórmart Þórós

[misskikuwrites]

Sickly Sweet

Dylas/Frey (Rune Factory 4)

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Valentine's Day meant nothing to Dylas. Nothing more than overexcited women, a day full of sweets and sugar.

At least, that's all it had meant to Dylas until a certain someone had wormed their way into his heart. Instead of seeking out solitude, a quiet place to fish and pass the time, Dylas found himself pacing. Shifting between fishing spots in town. Ears perked and craning and twitching to catch a hint of her voice. A trickle of heat not from the glaring sun curled hotly on his cheeks. Not for the first time that day, a fish scurried off with his bait.

He'd caught no more than a glimpse of Frey the entire morning and his body was already aflame.

Not that he was expecting anything.

Definitely not anything from her.

The first Valentine's Day Dylas had spent in Selphia had been inconsequential and quickly forgotten. A day of festivities and excitement he had passed up for quiet, serene solitude. Things had changed much over the span of a year.

The energetic girl who'd refused to leave him alone had now become an irreplaceable figure in his life. A friend. Someone he trusted. Someone who would smile at him without a second thought, who wouldn't judge him for his scars, his wounds, his past. Someone who had taken his heart long ago.

Dylas was busy trying to push those thoughts from his mind, trying to hook another portion of bait onto his line, when movement caught his eyes. His heart skipped. The bait slipped from his fingers, plinking into the crystal clear water and disappearing with a flurry of fish and ripples. He froze, halfway between crouching and standing. Frey smiled at him, carrying a handful of cookies wrapped in a fancy, semi-opaque cloth and tied with a neat bow.

Valentine's Day cookies.

"Hey, Dylas!" Frey greeted him, his heart singing with delight at the soft cadence of her voice. "Caught anything?"

"N-Not yet." He stole his eyes away from her dazzling smile before it rendered him completely and utterly speechless. She stole the wind from his sails with a simple smile. His heart flopping as though she'd knocked his feet out from under him, as though she'd reeled him in like a fish, leaving him out to dry on the hard ground. Unable to think or breathe. Baking in the warmth of her smile.

"That's unusual," she noted with an adorable tilt of her head. "Maybe the fish are a bit spooked for some reason?"

Spooked from the scowl he'd worn earlier in an attempt to focus on anything else but her distance laughter.

"Maybe…"

Treacherous heat burned his cheeks. He glanced at her again, at the cookies in her hand, and his stomach churned involuntarily. Sweets. The one thing he couldn't handle. He swallowed thickly, tasting acidic bile in the back of his throat.

Frey curled the cookies into her hands, holding them behind her quickly. Took a sharp step back. "Oh, well that's… a shame…"

Her smile was gone. A flash of panic, a flicker of emotions Dylas couldn't read washing over her face as she straightened. She didn't meet his eyes.

"Anyway, I've got to go. See you later!" Frey said hurriedly. She dashed away before Dylas could respond, before he could read any further into the hard line of her jaw or the tremble of her hands.

She was gone, leaving Dylas' heart to drop into his stomach.

The cookies weren't for him.

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Dylas caught nothing the whole day. His mind wandered and wandered, running off without him as he spent the whole day at a secluded lake, his line dangling absently in the water long after the bait had been nibbled off. His heavy, dejected sighs filled the silence. Mortified grunts at how stupidly hopeful he had been. A heavy weight settled on his shoulders, his heart, making it difficult to move and impossible to care.

He trudged back to town later in the evening. He turned to head back home when he stared straight at the castle, his mind filling with her. A painful vice clamped his heart and Dylas whirled and trudged towards the lake instead. His legs powered him onward with long, quick strides, blocking out the murmurings of excitement in the air around him with a scowl.

The silence around the lake wrapped him in a cold blanket of fresh air. Dylas breathed a harsh sigh, seeking a spot on the lake shore to settle down, when a quiet, fractured sob met his ears. He startled, snapping his attention to a figure curled up on the ground in the shade beneath a tree. Legs drawn up to their chest, head buried in their knees. Long hair pouring down their back in delicate pigtails.

Frey.

It was Frey, her body curled into itself, small and fragile and tight. Her shoulders quivered with almost silent sobs, stolen gasps that filtered through the quiet evening air. A handful of broken cookies lay in the dirt beside her.

The fishing rod dropped from Dylas' fingers. He moved before he could think, before the next heavy beat of his heart, and was by her side in an instant. She flinched at the sound of his footsteps crunching in the sand. Didn't raise her head. Her arms drew tighter around her legs and Dylas stilled, his hand hovering inches from her shoulder as he knelt beside her.

"Frey…?"

Slowly, she lifted her head from her knees at his voice, her eyes wet with tears, swollen and red. The skin on her knees was raw and darkened with dirt. She dusted the sand, the flakes of dirt and dried blood off her knees as if Dylas wasn't there. She gazed off ahead of them, vacant and impassive. A shadow over her eyes.

Dylas' heart sunk. He looked at the fractured cookies in the sand, the crumbled cloth and ribbon discarded beside them.

She'd been rejected.

"I'm… sorry…" Dylas said quietly. Swallowed tightly when she flinched again, forcing down the lump in his throat. "I don't know what to say in circumstances like this but… whoever it was, they made a mistake in hurting you like this."

Frey turned her head to face him, her cheek resting on her knees. A question, confusion, washed over her eyes.

Dylas' cheeks burned hotly under her inquisitive gaze. "Y-You were rejected, right…? Someone didn't accept your cookies… that- that can't be easy to deal with."

She blinked at him, the remains of her tears fading.

"I'm sure there's other people who would accept your cookies," Dylas continued, the words pouring out like water from a broken dam. "Other people who… who care about you as well…"

Frey straightened. Dylas' breath caught sharply in his throat. He stared down at the cookies, unable to meet her eyes.

"Dylas… you were the one who rejected my cookies, though."

Dylas gawked at her. Mouth dropping open in a thunderclap of confusion. "What?"

She frowned, mirroring his confusion. "They were for you. I was going to give them to you but…" She glanced away. "You looked so disgusted when you saw them, I couldn't…"

"They were… for me…?" He couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak with his heart jammed high in his throat, a surge of heat shooting through his veins as his mind whirled.

Frey nodded slowly. His gaze fell to the broken cookies. Discarded and soiled. Dylas grabbed a fragment of a cookie and shoved it in his mouth without a thought.

"Wait, Dylas!" Frey cried. "Th-That's been on the ground!"

He winced at the crunch of sand, the sickly sweet buttery cookie melting on his tongue with the taste of dirt. He smouldered in suffocating heat, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he chewed and crunched through the cookie. She watched him with wide eyes.

Dylas swallowed forcibly. "It's… not bad. Pretty good, actually, when you get past the layer of sand."

Frey's mouth twitched in a sympathetic, yet confused, smile. "You didn't have to eat it…"

"You… you said it was for me. So…."

She nodded. "I thought you didn't want them. The way you looked at them earlier… I thought you were disgusted at the thought of receiving cookies from me…"

"What?! No, I would never-! I… I would be…" He couldn't meet her eyes. Struggled to hold her gaze, his eyes flicking back and forth between her and the lake, the trees, the darkening sky. "I would be… happy to receive cookies from you…"

"Then why did you look so grossed out this morning?"

Dylas swallowed again, trying to remove the last grains of sand off his teeth and tongue. "I… don't like sweet things. I can't stand anything sweet like that."

"Oh, but you just…?" She motioned to the cookies, raising an eyebrow.

"Th-That was because you made them for me! I wasn't going to reject anything from you…"

"Oh."

Dylas couldn't breathe as a warm silence descended over them. His chest felt too tight. His lungs, his heart, fluttering with dizzying heat as his mind scrambled for something to say.

"Can I try again?" Frey said finally, breaking the silence. "If it's alright with it being a day late…?"

Dylas looked at her, took in the gentle, bashful smile she gave him. "What…?"

"Let me try again. I'll change up the recipe, make it less sweet for you. If you'll accept it?"

"Y-Yeah." Dylas nodded slowly, stiffly. Unable to think past the disbelief that this was actually happening.

"I know cookies are the tradition here but… how about a carrot cake? Would that be alright?"

He nodded again. Speechless and breathless. Warm despite the cool breeze coasting by. Her smile was warm like the sun.

Frey collected the broken cookies into the cloth, scrunching it up in her hand. "Then, I'll come by the restaurant after closing. I'm sure to have perfected it by then!"

"O-Okay." He stood when she did, his lungs emptying as she smiled.

Perhaps Valentine's Day wasn't too bad after all.

[runefactoryfourimagines]

If I may request a drabble from the 1-150 drabble challenge, can I request number 77 (“I lost our child”) with Frey/Dylas? Your choice who loses the child ^^ thanks in advance!

This is going to be funny. I’m not sure if you wanted the kid to be Luna or Noel but I’m going to use one!

Frey had trusted Dylas to go to the clinic with Noel to get Noel’s knee bandaged but when Dylas came back, Noel wasn’t with him. This caused Frey to be concerned about their child but she assumed he let Noel play with Amber. 

When Dylas walked in, he had a terrified look on his face and he was as pale as a ghost. Frey looked over at her lover and arched a brow. “What is it, Dylas? What happened? Where’s Noel?” She asked, turning to face the horseman. Dylas couldn’t even speak at this point. “Dylas. Where is Noel?”

“I lost our child, Frey. I lost him.”

Hearing this made Frey angrier than before. She was furious. She growled and slammed her hands down on the counter. “Then go find him! Don’t just stand there! The Sechs might take him! Go!” She demanded and Dylas instantly ran out to find Noel, scared for his life.

[irithyllians]

@ace-memelord’s wyress josephine and my snow elf vampire, isidar + @cosmicallium’s freyla and laloriaran dynar 💛

[ace-memelord]

Like father, like daughter

[poetryandnightmaress]

Yesterday, I came up with the headcanon that Raihan loves to sit/lie in an empty shopping car, while Freyla drags it around as fast as she can, and Raihan makes some sort of livestream or just some selfies while screaming random stuff, And this thought made me so happy.

[raifiondella]

A commission of my friend Grex’s D&D character, Freyla Skyfenson! She is a warrior, wielding a sword which holds her trapped father’s soul, seeking to understand the nature of the blade and the key to her father’s freedom.

[fluffynexu]

Animals of Ziost, 5.

Freyla

Quadrupedal avians from Ziost, freylas can be found roaming in herds across the planet’s landscape.

Freylas are highly intelligent and versatile with clawed feet allow them to maintain traction throughout the various, cold environments. This makes them the ideal mount-animal on Ziost.

Generally freylas are not eaten, with a few rare exceptions once in a while. Imperials mostly use them for recreational purposes, racing, sporting, or for working on the farms and ranches.

The Sith on Ziost own many of the pedigree lines, with some freylas being valued in the tens of million credits. For the Sith, these animals are just another way to flaunt wealth and status among their kind. With the pureblood Sith, it is said that they will dress the freyals in ornate decorations for cultural ceremonies.

Aside from being mounts, their feathers are often collected and used. Coming in a rainbow of colors and often with different patterns, freylas have large plumage on the head and tail. These feathers are often turned into large fans for cantina dancers.

With the recent inclusion of aliens into Imperial society some Miraluka have crafted their “eye coverings” from the smaller feathers. These small feathers are typically plucked from the forelegs, which are just as colorful as the tail and head, and arranged into miniature wings that cover where the eyes would be.

wool - red meat - “bacon” - dairy - eggs

[cosmicallium]

Freyla’s Mannimarco cosplay

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Freyla, Resting Wizard by Lily Abdullina

[miraimisu]

WIP Tag Game!

Tagged by @sixtyfourk, SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE FHVGJDJKLKS

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

All of these are WIPs I have either pushed aside because I lost some interest (my interests kind of stack and I usually only scream about the top stackees.............) or things I am working on right now, though I often only work in one WIP at a time :') I cannot focus on more or else............ PANIC

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Collection - Sharleyn - fics: very self-explainatory, a place where I'm writing all my individual ficlets that I come up with as I replay xeno. As of now it has 30+ chapters and it's growing steadily :')

DARKACADEMIA: a rindea DarkAcademia!AU that I wanted to write a while back but I've since lost motivation for, even though it was....... a very cool idea ngl LMAO, maybe Brilliant Lights will restore my motivation for BD in general, who knows

MagicalStarsign!AU: this one is for lonashipping! I planned on writing an AU for my fave videogame of all time, Magical Starsign, but it sunk a little halfway into writing (aka 15 chapters into the multi), I might post it one day even if it's not finished, who knows. It had lots of magic and a nice plot I think? Lots of Lusamine and Moon parallels. Really debated to post it or not

LAYTON RETCON SERIES: aka the Origins of Clive + buildup to Lost Future fic that I................ have a dear love for and I'm sure I could write the moment I replay the series, which I will eventually! I talked about it on Tumblr as Revenge is Paved with Insidious Intentions and I love this title sm

The monsters under my bed that took you away: I didn't remember this wip at all LMAO but it's a freylas fic for Rune Factory 4! Kind of a 'Frey gets in danger and Dylas is livid situation', it looks fun LMAO

ROOM 404: a Hotel Del Luna AU for lonashipping that didn't set sail bc my interest on the original source was intense yet fleeting sadly hhfujdkis

You Got Mail!: a Story of Seasons lonashipping AU that never saw the light because... things happened, not because I lost interest per see. I was having fun with it until I didn't, sadly ;;;;; but I wrote a LOT about this one, I could post it as an unfinished work!

The Time Hula Hoop: probs a dummy title bc this is too silly to be a proper title FGHJKL but it's a time travel lonashipping AU that I stopped writing because REASONS, but it had lots of whump potential I was never able to achieve alas ;;;

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Tagging: @aurantia-ignis, @sad-goomy, @artpharos, @pkmntrashcan, @izupie, @komatsujo and @scandiyatt (I don't know who else to tag so IF YOU WANNA DO THIS DO IT AND SAY I TAGGED YOU <3)

[misskikuwrites]

Take the Reins

n//s//f//w 18+ only!!

If you’re under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ!!

Dylas/Frey (rune factory 4)

Based on Dylas’ Newlywed mode

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"Bring it on! I'll let you take the reins any day."

It had been a simple quip, said with a beat of laughter without Dylas truly thinking about it. Frey shifted on their bed, sitting up with an intriguing smirk on her face.

"Oh, really?" Her voice dipped low and enchanting. A hum of warmth pooled in Dylas' belly as her lips pulled into a bewitching smile. "Well then, why wait?"

Frey leant over the top of Dylas, swinging a leg graceful so that she straddled him. She planted her hands on either side of his head and sank her weight right over his hips.

Dylas choked on a strangled gasp, his body crackling alive with a rush of burning heat that shot up and down his veins, his body, and curled darkly on his cheeks. His length throbbed beneath her weight.

"Wh-Wh-What are you-?!" He slapped a hand over his face, instinctively trying to hide his blush, his embarrassment, from the seductive woman leaning over him.

Frey took his hand, peeling it away from his face and pressing a slow kiss to the underside of his wrist.

"Just follow my lead," she said, her words hot against the skin of his wrist. Her eyes, dark and swirling with want, stole his breath away. He swallowed thickly, unable to choke a single word in reply.

Frey closed the tortuous distance between them, capturing his lips with a soft, slow kiss before she rolled her hips against his hardening length. The glorious sound Dylas crooned in his throat split the heady silence.

She pulled back slightly, dusting her lips lightly against his with an amused smile. "Did you just…?"

"N-No!" Dylas barked in protest. "Sh-Shut up!" His mind swam with heat and need and want, filling his lungs with gulps of thin air that didn't satisfy in the slightest.

Frey smirked and teased his bottom lip between hers. She shifted her weight, easing off the growing bulge in his pants to settle further down his thighs before sliding up again. Slower this time, slower and barely there. The slightest friction, a ghosting of her core up his aching length that made Dylas buck his hips to meet hers. He choked on a gruff, harsh groan in his throat.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that sounded almost like a-"

"D-Don't!" Dylas gasped when her tongue traced his bottom lip.

He grasped her thighs desperately, sinking his head back into the pillow with a needy whine. His lips parted with need and Frey obliged, delving her wet tongue into his mouth. She swallowed his moan. Pressed her lips firmly against his and melding them together with a passionate, dizzying kiss. His fingers dug into her thighs when she rolled her hips against his erection. Frey smiled into the kiss, curling her tongue around his before slowly pulling back and studying the sight beneath her.

Dylas was breathless and panting. Stunned and delightfully aroused with wide eyes and wet, kiss-swollen lips. A striking blush coloured his face a dark crimson, washing down his neck in a bloom of colour that disappeared beneath his collar. His pupils had blown wide and dark, a thin ring of gold remaining behind the haze of lust. He swallowed thickly, Frey following the movement, the bob of his throat, with a flutter of pride in her chest.

Gods above, he was a glorious sight.

Frey cupped Dylas' burning cheeks with her hands, her smile softening and amorous as she gazed down at him. His eyes flickered away and back again, struggling to meet hers.

"Oh, Dylas…" Frey sighed heavenly. She brushed her thumbs across his scorching cheeks as he shied his gaze away from her again. "There's so much I want to do to you…"

A breathless moan rumbled in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as he shivered beneath her. His gasp brushed her lips as she swept a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. His lips trembled, quivering slightly, beneath the faint trace of her kiss.

"Do… whatever you want to me…" Dylas breathed in a sharp whisper, an honest, wanton gasp broken and fractured with need.

Frey continued her featherlight kisses, sliding her fingers down his cheeks to dust his jaw before trailing down the flushed skin of his neck. He twitched and shivered from the gentle caress, bringing a delighted smile to her face. She deftly undid his collar and began to work at removing his vest as she deepened the kiss once more. His pliant lips parted for her tongue and she began to unravel him with her kisses and her touches.

She ached to hear him moan again, to satisfy the throbbing need between her thighs. With a quick flip of her skirt, Frey shifted the fabric from between her legs so she could rock her clit firmer against his length. The friction of her clothed clitoris against his bulging erection made her moan into Dylas' mouth with a forceful kiss. She yanked his shirt off with desperate tugs, their teeth clacking in the process as she refused to break the sloppy dance of their lips and tongues. Their chests heaved together as Frey leant over him. Her knees dug into the mattress on either sides of his hips as she bucked harder, firmer, against his erection.

The sensation was dizzying. Electrifying and frantic with stolen gasps and moans as a throbbing pressure built and built in her core. Dylas' grip on her thighs tightened, pulling her harder against him with a sharp grunt that spilled into Frey's mouth.

Frey stopped. Stopped rocking her hips against him, stopped their messy, desperate kisses and withdrew her tongue from the depths of his mouth. Dylas gasped and panted breathlessly, staring up at her with a haze of confusion and lust clouding his golden eyes. For a moment, Frey almost gave in to the roaring desire in her blood to continue, to come against him here and now, and forced herself to still and catch her breath.

There was more she wanted to do than dry hump against Dylas until they both came. So much more.

Frey lifted her weight off Dylas' straining erection and an inebriated sigh, a desperate croon, left his throat. Her core throbbed and pooled with heat at that sound. It made her knees wobble as she tried to steady herself above him. Gods, he was so damn alluring.

Dylas' bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, a faint layer of sweat glistening on his skin. He blinked at her in a daze. She took the moment to swallow, to calm the lustful fog in her mind, and think through what she wanted. She met his eyes, studying his response as she placed her hands just below his shoulders, letting her fingers settle against his skin. He still blinked at her, confused and wanting.

It almost made her laugh.

A small giggle left her lips as she smiled and smoothed her fingers across his pecs.

"Wh-What?" Dylas flushed as she continued tracing the hard lines of his muscles with her fingers. The embarrassed sound, a sharp bark in the silence, filled a warm bubble in her chest.

"You're stunning," she sighed, sliding her hands down his abs and back up again slowly.

The muscles flexed beneath her touch, hard and smooth and warm. Faint scars littered his skin in lines of white that she purposely ignored. As much as she'd always professed to love them, to love every inch and surface of him, marred or not, Dylas still had a hard time comprehending that. Instead, Frey dusted her fingers down to the hard lines of his hips, thumbing the sharp angle of bone.

"Y-You…!" A single word broke on Dylas' tongue.

He always got like this, speechless and flustered, whenever his heart got the better of him. During nights or early mornings of passion, words would begin to fail him. Tongue twisted and strangled with gasps. His reactions to her touches, her words of love, never failed to send a ripple of heat through her veins. A shot of confidence, a torrent of desire, coursed through Frey and she stole a deep breath.

"There's something I'd like to try…" she said slowly and trailed her eyes up Dylas' body to meet his.

He swallowed, waiting for her to continue. She reached up and undid the ribbons from her hair, letting it fall down her back in long waves. The heavy rise and fall of Dylas' chest as he watched spurred her onward. She held the ribbons up in one hand.

"Can I… tie your hands up?" she asked with a coy tilt of her head, a bashful smile pursing her lips.

"Wh… What…? Why- Why would you-?" Dylas tensed, a curl of pink washing over his shoulders as his blush doubled in intensity.

"You said I could do whatever I wanted to you," she reminded him, and herself, to stop her confidence from fracturing. "I'll be gentle, I promise. It's just so I can have my way without your interference, that's all."

Otherwise, he might end up cutting this whole adventure short with those long, deft fingers of his. She wasn't about to have him push through her teasing before she got what she wanted. It was her time to have fun with him - her time to take his reins and enjoy herself.

Dylas cut his eyes away, turning his head to the side bashfully. "F-Fine… do what you want."

"Thanks, Dally." She pressed a slow kiss to the side of his lips, lingering so he could turn and accept it fully. "Just tell me if it's too much at any time and I'll stop, okay? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Frey climbed off him and sat on the edge of their bed by Dylas' head, taking his wrists and raising them above his head and setting them against the headboard. He glanced up at her as she worked, tying his wrists to the corner post of the bed with her white ribbons. She gave it a firm tug and nodded.

"How's that? Not too tight? Is it going to hold?"

Dylas tested the knots, pulling his wrists a few times. "It's… weird." He frowned in confusion, shifting his wrists as much as he could. "How did you come up with this?"

"Oh, I read it in a book." She smirked knowingly at him and climbed over his legs to settle on his thighs. "It's full of very interesting topics."

Dylas' jaw twitched, his fingers flexing behind his head. Frey's smile grew. It was working. A smug glimmer of confidence trickled into her veins as she smoothed her hands over Dylas' stomach, making his muscles flex. He watched her, pupils blowing wide and dark with desire. She felt almost giddy with power as she teased her fingers down the faint trail of hair beneath his navel, making his hips buck involuntarily. A sharp gasp hissed through his teeth as she traced the sensitive skin above the waistband of his pants. The bulge of his erection tented the fabric a few inches away.

Frey couldn't keep the delighted, giddy grin off her face at how reactive Dylas was to her touch. She leant forward, hovering over him to plant a delicate kiss on his lips. Her hands traced upwards in a slow dance of teasing fingers and light touches, feeling every twitch and shiver of his skin in a journey up his taught body, to the hard lines of his jaw and into his soft hair. She hummed gently against his mouth. Graced her teeth against his bottom lip and pulling lightly to make him gasp. His hips lifted off the mattress, bucking sharply against nothing but air as her hips settled high above his stomach.

Frey sank her tongue into Dylas' mouth in the same moment that she drew her hands up and cupped his soft ears. She swallowed his needy moan, drinking his cries and feeling them rumble into her mouth. She teased the outline of his ears with her finger and thumb, coaxing a whimper from Dylas' chest. He shuddered beneath her, the wooden post creaking as he tugged on the ribbons with each roll of his hips.

It filled Frey with dizzying warmth. She lapped at his tongue as his kisses turned desperate and hurried. A tangle of tongues and lips as he stole broken gasps whenever their lips parted. He lifted off his pillow to meet her kisses, to force them firmer and harder and deeper. Frey cupped his cheeks, relinquishing his ears from her tortuous ministrations, and slowed their kiss. She gave his tongue a final lick before pulling back completely.

Dylas sank onto the bed with harsh pants. His chest heaved, eyes struggling to open in a fuzzy haze of lust. He sucked in a sharp, tight breath when her hands reached his belt. The buck of his hips as her fingers worked off his belt made the corner of Frey's mouth lift in a smirk. Her heart thundered in her chest with pounding anticipation that echoed in her core. The whisper of his belt as she slipped it free was deafening. She tried not to focus on the obvious straining of his cock as she undid the button and zip of his pants. She tugged on the waistband of his pants and Dylas lifted his hips in compliance. With a swift yank, Frey pulled his pants and underwear off and discarded them to the side.

The sharp intake of air from Dylas made her chest swim with heat. He gaped at her, still fully clothed, as she settled on his thighs mere inches from his aching erection. He snapped his head to the side, avoiding her gaze. Unable to watch, though she saw the way he swallowed in anticipation. She kept her eyes on his face, watching intently, as she traced a single finger up the underside of his shaft.

Dylas' eyes squeezed shut, head sinking back into his pillow as a silent puff of air hissed through his teeth. His reaction was glorious. The way he clenched his jaw, brow furrowing and trembling as she caressed the length of his cock with the bare tips of her fingers. A barely there, featherlight touch, as soft as a gentle breeze, was enough to force a deep, guttural groan from Dylas' chest. The sound jolted right through Frey, straight to her core. She shifted slightly at the insistent, throbbing ache between her thighs.

Soon, she told herself, and swallowed. Very, very soon.

There was more she wanted to do.

Frey slid her fingers up Dylas' length to the tip, curling her fingers around the head of his cock and twisting her wrist gently.

"Hnng…!" Wood creaked as Dylas bucked his hips sharply into her hand. His mouth dropped open, eyes still forced shut as he refused to look at her. Each breath he took was loud and heavy through clenched teeth.

Frey repeated the motion of her wrist, drawing another long groan from Dylas. The sounds he made were low and deep, like a rumble of thunder in his chest that shot lightning through her veins. Frey curled her other hand around the base of his cock and worked him slowly as beads of precum leaked from the tip. She swiped her thumb over his tip, collecting the thick liquid and smoothing it down his length with a slow pump of her hand.

The strangled groan Dylas made sounded suspiciously like her name. He still wasn't looking at her.

"Dally," Frey called sweetly. "You're missing the show."

He grunted sharply in reply, turning his face harder into the pillow. His whole face was flushed with a heat that trickled down across his chest in a furious wash of crimson. It was beautiful.

"Your loss," Frey hummed.

She took her right hand away from his length, continuing to trace her fingers up and down with her left, and watched Dylas' face as she moved to plant her lips on the side of his cock.

His eyes stole open with a strangled gasp of disbelief and pleasure, a moan and a protest in a single sound. Frey blinked at him demurely, pressing the side of his erection against her pert lips. A balked sound escaped him as she began to kiss his length, moving her soft, warm lips against his burning skin. His chest heaved in panic, in lust, and Frey saw a torrent of emotions crash behind his eyes as he stared owlishly at her. She kept her eyes fixed on his, meeting his gaze, and slid her tongue up his shaft.

"F-Fuck…!" Dylas cried with a ripple of sharp bucks of his hips in pleasure. He groaned through his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Frey almost stopped in disbelief, her tongue pressed firmly to his throbbing length, before she caught herself and continued. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction, the loud groan he'd made stealing the air from her lungs. She ached like never before, her core throbbing as hard, as deafening as her heart.

Who knew Dylas could sound like that?

Frey lifted her mouth off Dylas' length, sitting up on his thighs again to catch her breath. A low moan of protest escaped his lungs as she took her hand away and stood. She worked quickly at her dress, dropping it to the floor before taking off her bra and panties as well. She turned back to Dylas, saw him staring, mouth agape.

A spike of heat jolted down her spine as Dylas drank in her naked body, swallowing thickly as she nestled over his thighs again.

"How are you feeling?" Frey asked softly, giving him a gentle smile. "Was that okay?"

Dylas blinked. His mouth opened and shut a few times in stunned silence. Frey giggled at how speechless he was, making Dylas grumble in his chest.

"Should I take that as a positive?" she teased, tracing her fingers up the outside of his thighs.

"You… you're impossible…" Dylas managed to choke out. "Of course it… was okay…"

"Just okay?" She tilted her head with a knowing smile. "You made all those glorious sounds and it was just okay?"

"Sh-Shut up…!"

"Well, maybe we should stop then, if it's not that good for you…" Frey made to move off his lap and Dylas jumped slightly.

"No, don't!"

"Oh?"

Dylas flustered under her gaze, pursing his lips firmly as he struggled to meet her eyes. "Gods, Frey, it… you felt so good, I… I need… I don't want you to stop…"

Good enough.

"I don't want to stop either," she sighed dreamily and splayed her hands across his chest as she shifted higher, shifted so that she hovered right over his length.

Dylas tensed beneath her, his muscles going taut and hard under her fingers. She angles her hips forward and pressed her core against the length of Dylas' aching cock. Slowly, she slid her clitoris up his length, pressing firmly against him.

Dylas' groan echoed her own at the wondrous pressure against her throbbing clit. Frey sank down onto him so that his cock pressed against his stomach and she could rock her clit on his length. She rolled her hips, body shuddering with pleasure at the sensation. He was so hot and hard and perfect, it felt so good that Frey sighed a desperate moan as she dragged her soaking core up his length and drenched him in her fluid.

"Mm, Dally…!" Frey moaned, her eyes fluttering shut in absolute pleasure.

She teased herself against his length, revelling in the heat of his erection, in the pressure of his cock between her folds as she nuzzled her clitoris on his tip with sharp rolls of her hips. Her body was electric, blood pulsing and burning. She undulated her hips again and again as a coil of heat and pleasure tightened in her core. She soaked Dylas' cock, their hips rocking together with slick, sloppy movements and gasps.

Frey managed to catch herself before she succumbed to that feeling and lifted herself off Dylas' stomach. He whined in a desperate, pleading breath before she took his length in her hand and angled him towards her entrance.

"Dylas, I… I need, I need you…!" Frey said with broken gasps. She gripped his hip for purchase, her thighs trembling and aching to sink onto him. To take him completely, to have him fill her up until she couldn't take anymore.

Gods, she wanted him inside her right now.

"Yes…!" Dylas groaned and it was all Frey needed to lower herself onto him.

Frey gasped as he entered her, stretching her walls and filling her slowly, achingly slowly, until her hips sank onto his. She throbbed around him. Twitched and clenched at the sensation of being filled, the clamping of her walls making Dylas moan. He filled her so easily, she was so wet and aroused that there had been no resistance at all and it felt so good, too good, and Frey rolled her hips instinctively.

Dylas grunted as she began to move, his hips rolling with her. The creaking of the wooden post his hands were tied to was lost beneath their moans. Dylas bucked, desperate for more friction, and Frey obliged, lifting slightly off him and sinking down again. They rocked together, their hips meeting with slick, sloppy sounds and movements, Dylas thrusting up to meet her every time. He drove deep inside her and when Frey sank forward slightly to kiss him, his next thrust hit that perfect spot inside her walls that made her see stars. She latched onto his hair, her fingers winding into his soft hair as she kissed him desperately, needy and aching as she rocked in time with his thrusts. She slid a hand between their bodies to roll her clit as she felt a hot coil tighten and tighten in her belly, hot and throbbing and aching, Gods it ached.

Something tore. Hands grabbed Frey's hips and pulled her harder, firmer onto Dylas as his hips pistoned to meet her. He hugged her tight, pulling her flush against him with sharper, faster thrusts as he pounded into her with a newfound need, a newfound desperation and intensity. Frey moaned into his mouth, swallowing his gasps and groans, and the coil snapped inside her, releasing a torrent of pleasure through her body. Her walls convulsed and clamped around him as she rocked desperately through her orgasm. She cried his name, a loud, shuddering cry as she came around him and Dylas unravelled. He threw his head back with a heavy moan and snapped his hips quickly against hers as he came. He spilled inside her with a few sharp thrusts as she rolled out the remaining sparks of her orgasm around him.

Frey twitched around his length as he sank, boneless beneath her. Her core throbbed, sensitive and still reactive from her orgasm. With wobbly legs and weak arms, Frey drew herself off Dylas. His softening length slid out of her, coated thick in his cum and her juices. Frey flushed as she felt it leak from her, dripping between her thighs, and crawled off Dylas to lie on the bed beside him as they caught their breath.

Their heavy breathing filled the silence. Frey glanced towards Dylas and he shifted, standing from the bed with a wobbly step. Frey stifled her grin and watched him retrieved the tissue box from her cupboard, cleaning himself up before handing it to her. He didn't meet her eyes.

Frey cleaned herself, tossing the tissues in the bin, before it dawned on her.

"You broke my ribbons!" she gasped, staring at the tattered remains tied around the corner of their bed.

Dylas winced. "O-Oh. Sorry…"

His expression dropped and Frey sat beside him, taking his hand.

"It's okay. Forget about the ribbons." She smiles softly at him and he nodded slowly. "They're a small sacrifice to make for what we just did."

A blush crawled up his cheeks, making Frey laugh.

"Who would've thought that you'd enjoy that so much… although, it makes sense."

He raised a confused eyebrow at her.

"Well, you seem to enjoy being ridden like a-"

"D-Don't you dare!" Dylas balked, flushing darkly.

"What? It's true-!"

"Sh-Shut up! That's…! That's got nothing to do with anything…!"

Frey laughed and laughed. Her heart felt full and warm and she wrapped Dylas up in a hug as she laughed. He mumbled a protest but settled into her arms, nuzzling his face into her shoulder.

"I love you, Dally," she said, sighing into their embrace.

He softened in her arms. Whispered quietly, softly, into her ear. "I love you too…"

[ivernerxiii]

This is my oc Blaise!!

They/them, 19, 6’2”, pansexual, bday 4/18

Works in a villain group w/ Hisoki and Freyla. Haughty, flirtatious and destructive. Loves to play with fire and knives. Don’t let them take you to bed ;)

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YOU BLESSED ME WITH ALL THIS DYLAS & FREYLAS ART ON MY DASH AHHHHH MY HEART IS FULL!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOURE WELCOME DEAR COZ MAN!!! DO I MISS THAT HORSE!!!!