#g'raha tia smut

[ma1dmer]

Final Fantasy - G'raha Tia NSFW

sweating, c-catboys

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is trying really hard to stay awake, because he wants to spend as much time as possible with you, to hear you talk and help you get comfortable, but he is practically falling asleep on you because hs is so comfortable and content

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): stomach, its an odd little thing to be fascinated with but he loves your stomach, he splays his fingers right below your navel and presses down when he is inside you to feel you clench around him ,or on his way down between your thighs he can’t help but press kisses all the way down the length of your torso

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is ashamed to admit how much he enjoys the idea of breeding, not the idea of a child, but this sort of complete trust and sort of ownership in the moment 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): we all know what i am gonna say and its ,drum roll please, HEAT!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has been alive for very very long, and he definitely has some experience, nothing brag worthy but its there, on top of that he is a quick study, his eyes and ears keen to whatever makes you twitch or gasp just right

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): anything where you can both be close, sort of in a cuddling position , he wants to be close to you, his tail wrapped around your thigh or hip

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): generally more light-hearted, wants you to be comfortable likes to feel you squeeze around him when he makes you laugh and just your joy is enough to send him over the edge if he is honest

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he has a happy trail that leads from his toned stomach down to his crotch and he generally tries to keep things trimmed as much as he can if he has the time to remember

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): very romantic in the moment, he'll stare deep in your eyes lips parted in awe as he drives into you, foreheads touching , mumbling about how gorgeous or beautiful you are, how much he adores you everything he feels ,he wears it all on his sleeve for you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): a big fan of mutual masturbation ,whether you are watching each other or helping each other get off, he loves it, he loves touching you and loves your touch on him

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praise, body worship etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he can be convinced into doing stuff in some pretty wild places, you just need the right wording and about 20 minutes of looking around to make sure no one is gonna be bothering you

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he has some very sensitive parts on his body , they are not that hard to find when you know where they are, and even centuries later he still flinches surprised and flustered when you brush your lips or fingers against them

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): cause you physical harm, he just can't bring himself to do so ,even if you assure him that that's what you want he can't imagine himself being the reason you are in pain

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves giving, could spend hours not thinking for once, relaxing between your thighs tail swishing languidly as he simply works you with his tongue

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): depends he is generally not rough, but he has his days where he simply wants to have you while you are both sleepy ,all soft ,in each other's embrace and there are days you can barely manage to get each other's clothes off before he is in you, mostly in his ,days 👀

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves the idea of them, but finds it so hard to untangle himself from you after, that it aches

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): depends on what you ask of him, he might consider it but if it's something too extreme or something he deems dangerous for either of you, he'll kiss you and apologise but refuse and explain why, maybe suggest some alternative

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): so much pent up energy to spend on someone, but he does need breaks in between

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he gets so flustered at how much he loves the idea of toys, wether using them on you, himself or bringing them out to spice up your bedroom activities ,he has so many ideas he wants to share with you, sometimes he is more confident ,sometimes less so, but he really loves them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is very playful but you wouldn’t exactly call him a tease, he is easy to fluster and its very difficult for him to deny you , he likes to tease you with his words though, the things he can say in the throes of pleasure would make anyone blush, even himself when he isn't quite so,,,,busy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he whines and whimpers a lot, you’d almost think you are hurting him but its just his sounds of pleasure, he also can’t help but profess his love to you a thousand times, prayers to every god for blessing him with you and how lucky he is to know you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): definitely a switch, anything you want he'll do it, he wants to please you so badly and it shows, you want him to be more in charge he'll pounce on any chance to do so, you want to take control from him, watch him drop to his knees immediately for you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average size a bit on the thicker side,,,,,,knot?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he is full of yearning, and its all plain on his face for all to see, the flush of his cheeks or the nervous twitch of his ears and tail, his thoughts so often seem to return to you, distracting him from his tasks 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he’ll try to return to his work, he only needs to be told once by you to rest and he is melting in your arms, he is a heavy sleeper once he falls asleep though

[koukouture]

Official FFXIV men oral game ranking

no i will not elaborate

[amoebaforce]

May I please request some NSFW MaleViera!WoL/G'raha? I always wonder if the different ears and animal traits are more similar or different. I also always wonder if G'raha's more cunning and dominant Exarch side ever comes out in the bedroom 🤔

Ohhh now there's a thought, anon. I'm typically a sub-G'raha truther, but I could also see him as an oh-so-soft dom. Enjoy <3

pairing: G'raha Tia x MaleViera!WoL tags: NSFW, anal sex, fingering, penetration, spit as lube, G'raha as a dom top

The Warrior isn’t sure how he got here. One minute, he and G’raha were on the couch, innocently comparing ears and noses. The next, he’s pressed flat on his own mattress, knees to his chest, while the grinning Miqo’te’s fingers flex around the backs of his thighs. The Warrior blushes furiously, and G’raha can’t help but chuckle.

“Look at you,” he hums. “You’re so pretty like this.”

They’re still fully clothed, but his gaze makes the Warrior feel utterly naked. And hearing this beautiful Miqo’te call him pretty? Well, that’s enough to make the adventurer whimper. The sound only emboldens G’raha more. He rolls his hips against the Warrior���s, gripping the man’s thighs a little harder as the friction pulls a groan from both their throats.

“Raha,” the Warrior pants, “please, don’t tease me so.”

At the sound of his name, G’raha’s ears give a pleasured twitch. “Why shouldn’t I, when you make such cute noises when you’re being teased?”

The Viera squirms and starts to complain, but his words go quiet with another drag of G’raha’s hips. Even through their trousers, he can feel his lover’s building excitement, and the feeling makes his own length throb with anticipation.

As if reading his mind, G’raha reaches down to unbuckle the Warrior’s belt. A rustle of cloth and shuffle of leather, and the two are finally skin-to-skin, drinking each other in with their eyes. G’raha traces a finger down the Viera’s chest, along the contours of muscle and scars. He stops just below his lover’s navel.

The Viera moans his name again, ears falling flat against his skull, and G’raha shivers at the need in his voice.

“Tell me what you want,” the Miqo’te urges.

The Warrior meets his gaze. Gods, those eyes are almost sparkling in this low light, his narrow pupils wide as they’ll go. He gulps.

“Touch me,” the adventurer says.

G’raha’s expression morphs into something wicked. Quick as a flash, he lifts a palm and snaps it across the Warrior’s ass, just hard enough to sting. His lover gasps, but his body goes utterly still… just like a bunny caught in a trap. 

How delicious, G’raha thinks.

“Manners, darling,” he says aloud.

His tone is patient, even kind, but he’s not asking. He’s demanding. Commanding, in that strangely diplomatic way of his. The Warrior’s blood boils in his veins; he bucks his hips helplessly against G’raha’s vice-tight grasp. 

“Please,” the Viera whines. “Please touch me, Raha. I can’t take–”

And that’s all he needed to say. G’raha wraps his palm around the Warrior’s cock and squeezes, and a tempest of pleasure washes his words far, far away. The Miqo’te’s hand is soft, deliriously warm, as its touch sends jitters up and down the Warrior’s spine. G’raha works him slow but firm, relishing each little noise he pries from his body. 

G’raha rolls his thumb over his lover’s cockhead. Watches those dreamy eyes of his roll and flutter closed. Oh, the sight alone makes G’raha want to growl. It makes him want to bare his teeth and bury himself between the Viera’s legs. And he will — but he has to take his time. 

So, he brings his free hand to his mouth and swirls his tongue around a finger. When he rubs its spit-covered pad along the Warrior’s bare entrance, the Viera shudders all over, moaning G’raha’s name again.

“That’s it, darling,” G’raha tells him, feeling the resistance melt. He draws a circle, then pushes his fingertip inside. “Tell me how good it feels.”

White-hot desire hammers through the Warrior. He lets out a desperate sound, core flexing, knees trembling. There’s a part of him, wanton and primal, that yearns to obey — to oblige the panting predator he’s pinned beneath. But how can he? Between the grip on his cock and the intrusion far lower, he can barely form a single syllable on his tongue, let alone a coherent thought. The Warrior’s brow crumples with effort, but G’raha just grins, slipping deeper with a few drawn-out pumps of his hand.

The truth is, he doesn’t need the Warrior’s words. His broken moans are more than enough… but damn if it isn’t fun to watch the Viera strain himself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” G’raha teases. “Cat got your tongue?”

The Warrior laughs. It’s a lofty sound, almost like he’s drunk. “Somethin’ like that,” he murmurs.

Chuckles and groans blend together as G’raha adds another finger, and their chorus drifts out through the open window, onto the veranda beyond. A breeze rushes inward, icy-cool against the Warrior’s superheated skin. Tears prickle in the corners of his eyes as his body stretches to accommodate a third slickened digit.

“Raha,” he pleads, shaking from eartips to heels. “Raha, please, please.”

“Please what?” G’raha curls his fingers, and the Warrior wails as pleasure edges on pain.

His answer is nearly a weep. “Please fuck me. Need you. Please.”

G’raha chuckles, and through his watery eyes, the Warrior watches his lover’s smile sparkle. 

“There’s my good boy,” he says.

His fingers disappear, but before the Warrior can complain, something hot and wet prods his entrance instead.

“Here,” G’raha coos, smoothing a strand of hair off his lover’s forehead, “take what you deserve.”

And then, with a gentle flex of his hips, G’raha sinks inside. Even with all his ministrations, the fit is tight. Both men hiss; their bodies throb in unison. The Miqo’te’s tail flicks noisily against the mattress.

Yet, that moment of stillness is brief — G’raha watches the Warrior’s cock pulse against his stomach, arousal beading on the tip, and his patience finally snaps. A growl ripples behind his gritted teeth as he presses the Warrior’s knees even tighter to his chest and sets an ardent pace.

Suddenly, the room echoes with the slap of skin and the lewd squish of sex. The Warrior arches into the pillows and wails, grasping G’raha’s wrists to anchor his mind within his roiling flesh. He can’t do much else at the moment. Sanguine scents tangle in his nostrils, and each time his lover bottoms out within him, his mind goes even mistier. A coil winds itself tight in the pit of the Warrior’s stomach.

“Oh, baby,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna… Gonna… Oh, Raha–”

His voice warbles into a quivering cry. His knuckles go white, a vein pulses in his neck, and the coil snaps in two. Hot come splatters across the Warrior’s chest as his orgasm crashes down over him. G’raha utters a guttural groan.

Praise pours honey-sweet from his lips. “Yes, yes — come for me. That’s it. You’re so good for me… Gods, you’re so tight.”

G’raha’s chest heaves, pace beginning to stutter as he chases his own peak. The Viera beneath him shivers around his cock, whimpering, and with that haze in his eyes, he looks something like an angel.

But no angel ever smiled like this one. The twitch of the Warrior’s lips is heady, imploring… and the string of saliva draped between them? Downright obscene. G’raha swears under his breath.

“You ready?” he asks, voice low. “You want this?”

The Warrior bobs his chin, brow knitting with desire. “Give it to me, baby. Please.”

G’raha plants a kiss on the inside of his lover’s knee, never breaking the searing lock of their gazes. “Here you go, angel.”

His jaw opens, and that kiss becomes a bite to the back of the thigh. Their bodies collide once, twice, before G’raha unravels at the seams. His climax comes in waves — his vision goes white, and his stomach curls taut as he releases deep within the mewling Warrior.

When it’s over, he crumples, still consumed by his lover’s body. Silence falls like the curtain of night, punctuated only by nocturnal birdsong and the couple’s air-starved gasps. G’raha rests his forehead on the Warrior’s. Their noses brush together, feather-soft.

The Viera giggles. “Angel, huh?”

G’raha’s face goes pink, abruptly drained of that intoxicating authority, and the Warrior giggles as his lover fumbles for an answer. He doesn’t press — he has no need for words now. Neither of them do. The Warrior simply captures the speechless Miqo’te into a languid kiss, letting their bodies meld until there are no more differences to compare.

[kitty-cat-nat]

A sweet heat.

G'raha Tia has never been known to be anything other than a man focused on education and research, priotising his pursuit of knowledge over anything else. When the miqo'te experienced his first heat as a young Tia, he immedietely seeked out some sort of way to suppress the need to satisfy his cravings for a mate, and found a solution in a potion given to him by one of the local alchemists. As other male Seekers around him experienced their heats and laid with their mates every season, G'raha could be found with his head stuck in a book, blissfully unaware of the desires of the flesh.

It wasn't until after the events at the Crystal Tower that G'raha would slip up and forget about his concoction , for as the Crystal Exarch, he never needed it. As he became one with the tower, a lot of his more primitive needs were suppressed, including his heat and desire to bed a mate. So when he was finally returned to The First and had his old form back, the need for a suppressant was far forgotten by the ginger miqo'te. That is of course until one fateful day it hits him at the worst possible time and place.

In the empty library of The Studium, the Seeker could not shake the uneasy feeling in his body, something was amiss, and it frustrated the man deeply. He was struggling to read more than one sentence of the book in front of him and he could hardly even think clearly. At first he assumed he was falling ill, judging from the sweat forming on his body despite the cool temperature of the room. He was so focused on trying to figure out what was ailing him, that he failed to notice your presence enter the library, and as soon as your voice of greeting met his ears, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was not ill, no, he was being hit with a heat, and judging from how quickly he is loosing himself, it might be the worst heat he would ever experience.

G'raha looses his balance on the stool he was standing upon, and for a moment, wishes the ground would swallow him whole, not only was he making a fool of himself in front of the Warrior of Light, but now he had this damned heat fogging his brain and making it hard for him to focus and form coherent sentences.

As you rush to aid your miqo'te friend, panic flashes in his crimson eyes as he sees your form nearing him, kneeling beside him with concern written all over your face. He notices your attire and he blushes, you were wearing a simple tunic, nothing fancy, but to him? Oh to him you have never looked more beautiful.

"G'raha? Are you alright? I'm so sorry if I startled you. Did you get hurt at all?" Your sweet voice mixed with the adorable way your ears pulled back and your fluffy tail swayed back and forth in worry for the man made it incredibly difficult for him to focus. And as soon as the skin of your hands make contact with his arms, it shoots a bolt of electricity straight through his body and right to his cock. Luckily for him you are too focused on his wellbeing to notice the prominent bulge forming between his legs.

He can hardly hear your voice anymore, he's losing himself at a pace he cannot control and the only things flooding his mind is how good it feels to have your hands on him. He can smell you, and oh gods do you smell incredible to him. The scent of nature clings to your body, no doubt from all your adventuring you have been doing while away from him.

It doesn't take very long for you to notice something is very wrong with the man in front of you, and as you make eye contact with him, you are hyperaware of his pupils being the size of dinner plates. You notice the sheen of sweat covering his body and causing his clothing to cling to his muscular frame. Worry seeps into you as you realize you should probably find one of the healers to come and aid G'raha for whatever ails him. But as you move to leave the miqo's side, you suddenly find yourself on the floor, arms pinned above your head and crimson eyes staring you down.

"G-G'raha?" Gods the way you say his name, it makes the man burn with a passionate need for you the scream it as he's burying his cock inside you. Some part of G'raha is still hyper aware of what he is doing and some shame fills the man as he looks down upon your frame.

"I apologize (y/n)…you would forgive me…that I find myself in a very…difficult position right now." Confusion fills your face, ands its not until you feel the very obvious bulge of the man above you pushing against your thigh that you realize what is wrong with him. A blush explodes over your cheeks as your body heats up in response to having a male in heat so close to you. You would be lying to yourself if you say that you have not thought about this many times while you were alone in your chambers at night, and you were not about to let a perfectly good opportunity go to waste.

"Let me help you, G'raha." He looks down at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to be so understanding of the situation, much less offer to help him. Gods, did you even realize what you were offering the man, were you aware of how much of an effect it was having on him?

"My sweet warrior, always so eager to help those in need…but I…I shouldn't, this isn't right of me- I shouldn't be…taking advantage of you like this" As he rambles on and gathers himself for a second, he weakens his grip on your wrists, allowing you to break free and push him back onto the floor. Now it was your turn to pin the mans wrist above his head, years of being the Warrior of Light making this task incredibly easy. You stare down at the man beneath you, a coy smile on your face and your eyes hazy with lust.

"G'raha…please, let me help you, let me take care of you." As the words leave your mouth, you lean your head down and leave soft kisses upon his neck, pulling a gasp out of him as you do. "Will you allow me to give you the release you need?" As the words leave your mouth, G'raha can only stare at you and nod his head in agreement to your offer. You smile down at him as you release his wrists, now moving your hands down his body.

G'raha could swear that your touch was leaving a trail of fire upon his skin as your hands become familiar with his body. His senses were on high as his control was quickly faltering, leaving him with little choice on being still or compliant while you tease and torment him. It doesn't take him very long to assert control over the situation once more, with you pinned beneath him and his breathing heavy as his eyes stare into yours with one goal in mind. Although his brain is hazed with lust, he is still your G'raha, and something inside him allows to wait, as if asking for you to give consent to his plans for you. While you could easily regain the control over him, something primal within you is screaming at you to submit to G'raha, to give him the green light to ravish you as he wishes and leave you at his mercy, and Gods were you more than happy to obey the inner urge to do just that. Who are you to deny something you are both clearly desperate for? Something that you both crave carnally. Your yearning for the Scion has gone on long enough you would be a fool to deny not only yourself this, but to deny him of his needs.

"Do it, take me as you please, make me yours to keep, yours to breed." All restraint leaves his body as he hears you say that, he seizes the opportunity to capture your lips and kiss you with an inferno like passion that sends your senses into overdrive. You can feel his tongue becoming familiar with yours as the heat between you both was growing by the second. Nothing about this situation was gentle or slow anymore and you thank whichever Gods allowed the library to be empty at this hour, allowing you the privacy you both so desperately desired.

It wasn't long before both your and G'raha's clothing was long forgotten and discarded upon the floor of the library, leaving you both in your underwear. Your hands becoming one with every muscle on his body and his hands firmly placed on your hips as he pulls you close to him, turning his head to deepen the kiss. You suspect that he can feel your arousal for him through your underwear and your suspicions were confirmed the moment you felt his knee push between your thighs and a groan of satisfaction leaves lips.

"Look at you, so ready for me. Your body is screaming for me to touch you, hmm?" He smirks down at you, a glint in his eyes that makes you feel small and submissive, a side of him you have never seen before, and you honestly don't hate it. You love seeing him like this, the usually shy and bashful miqo now dominant and assertive, you would be lying if you said it wasn't making your pussy drip with desire.

There weren't a lot of moments that shocked you, but the moment the normally sweet and gentle G'raha Tia picked you up and pushed you against the wall was certainly one of them. The heat coming off of his body was igniting a heat in yours that made you crave this man deep inside you, and you did not have to wait long.

"Spreads your legs for me, my hero, let me show you how your body should be worshipped." As he borderline growls the instructions in your ears, you comply instinctively. G'raha smiles into your neck, his teeth grazing your neck and pulling out the sweetest whimper from your lips. Although he would never admit it, he was memorizing every little sound you were making, burning it into his memory for later use. As soon as G'raha pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, your body was set alight. You have had bedmates before this, but the feel of G'raha Tia being so intimate with you and being so close just felt so different - it felt right. And with every inch entering you, he was trying his best not to lose himself and fuck you senseless against this wall, he might have been lost in the haze of heat, but he still wanted his first time with you to be special, at least so he thought. The moment he was fully inside of you, your hands found their way into his hair and you let out a moan so sinfully addictive that G'raha would do anything to hear you make those sounds once again. He was so lost in the siren song of your moans that he almost didn't hear what you said.

"I know what you need and I want it just as badly, stop holding back and fuck me like you mean it Raha" You look into his eyes and he can see just how desperately you want him to ruin you, and he will never fully admit how much it effected him to see you - normally so compsed and proper - now feral and horny beyond belief. "Whatever you want my dear, I shall give it to you" and with that all restraints were off, he would no longer hold back from giving you what he truly wanted. As G'raha gets a better grip on your thighs with his fingers softly digging into the soft flesh, he starts pounding into you with no mercy. Your moans bounce off the walls of the library as you lose yourself in the feeling of his cock inside of you, and the way he seems to fill you so perfectly.

G'raha did not know the pleasures of fucking a miqo'te in his heat, but gods above did he regret not doing it sooner. He was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of your walls hugging him so tightly, your moans and whimpers sounding like heaven upon his ears. He was getting a rush out of it, knowing he was the one pleasing you like this, that he was the one finally getting to fuck you the way he has subconsciously fantasized about over the course of your friendship together.

He was peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbone, leaving tiny bites upon your skin, and occasionally sucking on the sensitive spots. He was marking you with love bites, a subtle sign that you belonged to him and he was proud that you would be wearing them on your skin for days to come. It did not take long for G'raha to feel you tightening around him, your moans becoming more urgent while you clawed at his back. He fully knew what this meant, he knew you were close and gods was he excited to watch you come undone on his cock.

"That's it my sweet warrior, cum for me, show me how much you love the feeling of me buried inside you" He was basically growling into your neck, his own thrusts becoming fast and sloppy, he was making it hard not to cum, for both you and him. And as your walls clamp down around him and your nails dig into his back, G'raha loses himself in the feeling, burying his cock into you, shooting ropes of cum deeply into you.

As you both come down from your highs, G'raha's mind finally clears of the heat, and as he stares down upon your face, and then your naked bodies joint together, he can't help but be embrassed. "F-Forgive me, I- I should not have gone so…I mean, you shouldn't have had to see me in such a state, I deeply apolo-" G'raha is cut off as you grab his face and kiss him passionately.

"Apologize for nothing, I wanted this as much as you did. And I must say, I do hope this won't be the last time either. You are a exceptional lover, G'raha Tia." The ginger miqo'te finds himself blushing and struggling to find the words to say. But as you two part from each other, he feels the urge to still have you near him, almost like he cannot get enough of you.

"Perhaps I could properly apologize by having you join me for a warm bath and taking care of you in there?" He smiles at you bashfully, blushing red as the suggestion leaves his lips. You smile back at him, cupping his face in your hands and running your thumbs over his cheeks.

"I would love nothing more~"

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2024 21. Shade

Characters: Keith Summers, G'raha Tia Expansion: Dawntrail Rating: E for Lewd Summary: G'raha asks Keith to try something new with him Notes: It's lewd.

Keith yawned as he relaxed, arms behind his head, lounging as he enjoyed the cool shadows cast by the trees above. It was another rare day where he got to relax, G’khenna out with Khloe checking out treasure maps and Kirian off with Krile visiting Gulool Ja in Solution 9. To get away, he and G’raha had found themselves on a secluded picnic in one of the parks around Solution 9, enjoying the strange ambiance of the electric city, though his husband had run off somewhere for a moment.

Just as he started to feel himself drifting off to sleep, he felt the bottom of his shoe get a gentle kick. “Hey. Keith. Wake up,” G’raha cooed.

Stretching, Keith sat up, finding his husband blushing and carrying a small black bag. He tilted his head confused, “Whatcha got there? More food?” 

G’raha shook his head. “I’ll show you in a minute. Follow me.”

Keith blinked then stood, following G’raha toward a large building and upstairs into one of the apartments. He whistled, looking around the place before turning as G’raha pushed the bag into his arms. “Ah. A present too? What did I do to deserve this?”

G’raha lowered his ears, fumbling with the end of his scarf for a moment as he blushed and looked away. “I want you to put that on. Only that…and then come over to the bedroom and…well. Pretend you’re a ruffian from the Arcadium and I’m your biggest fan,” he said before running off around the corner.

Keith stared into the distance a moment before looking down into the bag, finding only a mask inside. He chuckled lightly then set it down, taking a moment to strip as he was told before putting on the mask. Wandering into the room, he grinned under his mask, finding G’raha naked and sitting back on his knees looking up at him, length already sprung up between his legs.

“What do I have here? An adoring fan? Come for my autograph,” he asked, putting his foot on the edge of the bed as he leaned over. “Though by uh, the looks of you…you’re lookin’ for a little more to take back with you.”

G’raha nodded, leaning back to show just how excited he was to Keith as the other leaned over him. “I’m your biggest fan. You looked like you really fought hard out there. I thought I might come back and soothe any aches you might have. Take care of your…needs.”

Keith chuckled under the mask, finding the other’s bashfulness rather cute. Leaning back, he put his hand on the back of the other’s head then brought him into his groin, rubbing his hardening cock against the other’s face while dragging his balls slowly up his mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting cleaned up a little. Do you think you can serve your daring hero, Shade?”

G’raha’s ears perked a little as he was trapped against his husband’s length. He let out a pant, inhaling Keith’s strong scent before timidly starting to lick against his set, earning loud groans of pleasure through the mask. Closing his eyes, he pulled Keith’s cock down toward him and started to bob his head down it, tongue rolling along the underside as he lowered his hand to stroke himself. Pulling back, he lifted his leg and put his foot square on Keith’s chest. “Was that good enough Shade? Did I earn your trophy?”

Keith grit his teeth, trying not to laugh at how hammy they were being. “Not quiet,” he said, brushing the other’s foot aside before crawling over the other. He went to kiss him, but found the mask uncooperative. Huffing he rolled the other back then carefully guided him up by the base of his tail. His hand snaked down, grabbing G’raha’s cock before roughly stroking down it, letting him leak out all over his hand as he erupted into a flurry of moans. A chuckle escaped him, G’raha seeming a bit more excited than normal. Unable to help himself, he took hold of his own length and stroked it in time with his husband’s.

Once Keith’s palm was well slicked by G’raha’s length, he let go then shifted behind him, taking his wet fingers and pressing two inside before spreading them. G’raha let out a high pitched whine, tail wrapping around Keith’s wrist as he was roughly fingered by him. He rubbed his head into the bed, turning it briefly to peak up at his masked husband.

Keith caught the glance then gave G’raha’s ass a small little slap, letting his pale cheek turn red and getting a squeak out of him. Shifting behind the other, he withdrew his fingers then leaned inward, flexing his cock against his husband’s eager hole before angling it down to dip inside. “Let me show you my pile drive,” he teased before thrusting forward, hilting himself as G’raha writhed under him. 

Keith bent over, reaching around to grab G’raha’s cock again to stroke it as he rolled his hips, letting them roughly collide until the room was filled with the slaps of their union. “Oh gods! Shade!” G’raha cried out as he was buried from behind, meeting Keith’s thrusts with his own as he felt his sweet spot grazed. 

Grunting, Keith nuzzled into G’raha’s ear as he felt the other start to squeeze his cock inside. “I’m going to cum,” he moaned out, thrusting harder as he started to chase the feeling, clumsily working his hand down his husband’s cock.

“Do it,” G’raha begged, purring loudly before flattening his ears back and crying out as he started to let loose himself, spraying thick strands of seed across the blanket under him.

Keith nodded, thrusting harder as G’raha’s walls started to milk him. His balls tightening, he roared through his mask then began to unload inside his husband. He shuddered as it poured out of him, finding his climax rather intense. Slowly, he pulled out then rolled over onto his back, flinging the mask aside as G’raha came up to purr against his chest. “That was, uh, kind of new and exciting. If not just the tiniest bit corny.”

“Perrrhaps just a little,” G’raha mused, nuzzling into Keith’s neck before giving him a few kisses. “Thank you for indulging me though. Maybe next time I can teach you how to use rrrope.”

“Rope? I know how to use rope,” Keith said before thinking on it for a moment. “Oh…you mean…”

“Yes, Shade,” G’raha laughed.

Keith flushed. “Hey, I was on the spot!”

G’raha chuckled, pulling Keith down into an affectionate kiss before they both started to chuckle and cuddle up together.

[wundergeek]

Working on a fic about G'raha and Alisaie falling in lust with each other after G'raha's return from the First, and am amused by where a chain of logic took me. First, my headcanon is that G'raha is trans, as is Alisaie, because if NO ONE is explicitly gay or trans, then anyone can be. No I will not take questions on this point. Second. Transition would have been pretty easy at the Studium. None of the professors give a fuck about your gender as long as your assignments are on time and your research is sourced correctly. So G'raha transitions quickly and seamlessly after arriving in Sharlyan because less time lost to dysphoria = more time for books.

Third. For most trans mascs, T horniness is A Fucking Thing[1]. Unlike Alisaie, who who sucked lots of dick[2] because she liked it, G'raha would have seen this horniness as an imposition. He transitioned so he'd have more time to read, after all.

Fourth. because he's far from the only nerd whose sexuality is "books" at the Studium, G'raha would have ended up with a circle of acquaintances who were willing to discreetly give each other "relief" in the library so they didn't have to interrupt their research.

CONCLUSION. Because G'raha is both a massive overachiever AND a people-pleaser AND a messy bottom, he got really good at letting people fuck his throat.

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[1] I mean, I'm 95% asexual and the T horniness is hitting HARD, which is why I've spent all my time for the past week thinking about G'raha and Alisaie sucking my WoL's dick.

[2] See previous fic: "Shut up and let me suck your dick, already"

[necromeowncy]

New kink oneshot on AO3: 'Spectacle' 👓✨ Rated: Explicit Pairing: G'raha Tia x M Elezen WoL A fic in which G'raha unintentionally Pavlov's himself with his bespectacled lover. Playful, kinky nerds in love. Established relationship. Link to read:

[missazurerose]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 28

Deleterious

“Riona…we love you and all but…you’re…not known for your cooking…” Alisaie had to admit the braised pipira looked safe. And it smelled more or less like it was supposed to. But that didn’t mean all that much. Not from someone who was inexplicably capable of burning salad. 

“I’m inclined to agree with my sister. I’m sorry Riona…” 

“That’s why I’ve been working on it. I swear. Aymeric’s been teaching me. And I’m trying. But I need to do it myself sometimes.” 

“Perhaps thou needest more practice before others test the fruits of your labor…” Urianger glanced up at her. “Mine deepest apologies but previous samplings of your cooking hath proved…deleterious at best, my friend.” 

[ladyramora]

New Beginnings

T'lira x G'raha PWP ❤️

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Main Characters: T'lira, G'raha Tia.

Minor characters: Y'shtola Rhul, Krile Mayer Baldesion, Mentions of Thancred

↓↓↓ Spoilers for FFXIV Shadowbringers & FFXIV Endwalker below the cut ↓↓↓

Tags & NSFW warnings:

Love Confessions, Kissing, Aethersand used as a meaningful gift, Teasing, Pet Names, Wall Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Table Sex, Doggy Style, Creampie.

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Today would be the day.

Yes, today would be the day that she would finally confess her heart.

Or so T'lira had hoped.

She arrives in Sharlayan with her purpose held firmly in her mind, using the walk to the Baldesion Annex to put her thoughts in order of just what she wanted to say to a certain someone.

She asks around for him just to be sure he would be there, and finds herself standing outside of the door to his room within the annex. She raises her hand to knock and does so, her confidence and surety lasting right up until G'raha opens the door.

He seems pleased to see her as he ever was, ears perking in surprise at finding her knocking at his door. A delighted smile stretching across his full, kissable lips. "Lira, you are a sight for sore eyes!"

T'lira forgets entirely what she had planned to say. Her mind goes blank, her heart pounding so loud in her ears that she can barely hear the words that G'raha speaks to her. She finds herself fumbling through conversation with the man she means to finally express her feelings to, and somehow ends up with a random book in hand that she did not need. Blurting out in a moment of panic the excuse that she had come to borrow it.

Wanting this embarrassing, frustrating time to end, T'lira expresses her thanks for the book and bids him goodbye.

Of course it was a book of faerie tales. Tales of romance and adventure not unlike the book that had inspired her to become an adventurer.

She holds the book in both hands and groans quietly outside of Raha's door, thumping herself in the head with it. Why, why, why? Why was this the hardest thing she had ever attempted to do? She had fought literal gods, she had saved the world! Why was admitting her feelings so much more terrifying?

T'lira shakes her head and goes back to her own room within the annex. She slumps against her closed door, groaning loud and thumping her head again, but this time against the sturdy wood she leans on when she feels a knock on the other side of it.

T’lira startles, her fur prickling. The long, fluffy expanse of her tail floofing in surprise as her feline ears perked and flattened with embarrassment.

A hot flush colors her face. T’lira hoped whoever came to visit hadn't heard her thunking her head against the door.

She straightens up, takes a breath, and turns to open the door.

G'raha stands on the other side of it, hand raised in the air as if he was just about to knock again.

"Raha?" T'lira blinks, watching as the redheaded miqo'te fidget and rub over his wrists in what seemed to be nerves. "Did you need something?"

G'raha clears his throat and straightens up before her eyes. Projecting a sort of confidence that was very much Exarch-esque as he says to her, "Yes. I forgot something when you came to my room just a moment ago."

T'lira tilts her head. "What did you forget?"

"This," G'raha says, stepping forward over the threshold into her room and closing the space between them. His hands reach out to cradle T'lira's face as he draws her to him in a sudden, passionate crush of lips.

The book of faerie tales in T'lira's hand slips from her fingers and drops to the floor as her hands fly up to clutch him to her. The man in her arms is more real and wonderful than anything she has ever read in any book.

"R–Raha," she groans his affectionate name in a surprised, breathy gasp as his lips move over hers in a frenzy of hungry, dizzying kisses.

"Forgive me if I have overstepped," G'raha tells her in a deep, rasping growl, but does not stop kissing her as he moves further into her room, sending T'lira nearly stumbling as she steps backwards to match his forward stride.

G'raha kicks the door closed with the back of his foot and then spins her around to press her against it, pinning her there with the warm, solid weight of his body.

There was not much disparity in their height difference, perhaps he had a few ilms on her at most. It was the surprising amount of muscle she felt under his clothes, pressed up against the plush softness of her curves. Perhaps he had kept up with his archery, after all.

His lips do not leave hers throughout it all, nipping and then sucking at her bottom lip as T'lira makes a whimpering sound in her throat.

"Tell me now if you wish to stop," G'raha hisses out on an exhale. T'lira shakes her head. No, no. That was not what she wished for.

"There is something else I have wanted to tell you," she attempts to say between the passionate press of their lips, grasping at his adventuring attire to pull him even closer. To keep him with her. “I meant to tell you–”

"Later, later," G'raha positively purrs with an accompanied feline rumble in his chest, kissing over her chin and down her throat. Plainly so very pleased that T'lira wanted this, wanted him.

Indeed she did. T'lira tips her head back with an encouraging whimper, her fingers knotting in the fabric of the scarf he wore as G'raha peppers her skin in wet, open-mouthed kisses. His fangs occasionally scrape ever so gently over skin, inspiring such a pleasurable sensation that it made T'lira shiver all over, the spiced-copper of her hair and fur prickling pleasantly.

"Raha," She moans out the affectionate shortening of his name, pulling him even closer to her. Craving him even more now that they held one another in an embrace. Now that he was finally kissing her, touching her. Gods, she had to tell him now or it would burst out of her. All her feelings of love and affection would not be something she could contain any longer in such a blissful, passionate moment as this.

"Raha, I—" T'lira starts to say, only to be interrupted in a very G'raha fashion that was so much his younger, impatient self that T'lira felt hysterical laughter bubble up in her throat. At least until his words truly registered.

"—T'lira. Lira," G'raha gasps out between hungry, passionate kisses trailed over her decolletage. T'lira had never been so thankful to wear something a little more comfortable, fabric that was easily pulled aside so that G'raha—her lover!—could more easily touch and kiss her skin. "Pray, allow me to confess something to you that I have long wished to. For all the time I have known you, and for all the years I have waited, for the time that I was the Exarch, as well. Lira, I…"

Was he intending to… confess to her? T'lira blushes hot, her heart pounding in her chest. Falling quiet as she gazed at him with wide lilac eyes. Hopeful and expectant.

“Yes, Raha?” She breathes out.

G’raha lifts his head to meet her eyes, his crimson gaze intense, searing with his desire and brimming with long held emotions that had T’lira catching her breath in her throat. She could see plain in his face how he felt, but gods did she need to hear him speak the words like nothing she had ever needed so desperately before.

“Tell me,” T’lira murmurs gently, pleadingly. “Tell me?”

G’raha cups her face in his warm hands, and T'lira melts into his touch, sinking into his embrace. Basking in his warmth and breathing him in.

"I told myself I would tell you when the time was right," the redhead tells her, then sighs, "but before I knew it the time was never right! I kept pushing it back, holding my tongue when all I wanted to do was tell you, to tell everyone—all the people of the first and the source, too—how I felt!"

T'lira's cheeks grow hot under the man's palms, her lilac eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. "Raha…"

G'raha presses his finger to her lips, then strokes over them with the pads of his fingers. "Please, Lira, let me speak all I have held back till now. I feel as if my heart will burst if I do not tell you now, in a moment so special as this."

T'lira leans into his touch, her soft lips parted and her eyelashes gently fluttering. For a moment distracting the red haired miqo'te from what he meant to say as he cannot help himself from leaning in to steal yet another kiss.

T'lira gets lost in it for a moment herself.

"How many years have I waited," G’raha murmurs as their kiss breaks, resting his forehead against hers, their hair mingling together—ruby red to spiced-copper—and sharing air as he stays intimately close, a hair's breadth away from kissing her again.

"My dreams were ever of the past. I carried the hopes of many, including my own. So focused was I upon my goal, I had forgotten how it felt to be in your company. How every moment at your side was so captivating, so utterly exhilarating. Another adventurer, side by side, was all I wanted. I told myself I could be content with that. That it would be enough."

G'raha takes a breath, his forehead nuzzling hers, "Yet T'lira… Lira. It only made me yearn for more. I craved every second for your company. Another moment, another hour, another day; more and more of your time. To bask in your presence, to gaze into your face. To know more of you. The time we spent together before I sealed myself within the tower was much too fleeting. I want more. I have for a very long time. It has… dawned on me that I… I want forever with you, Lira. I want to wake each day and see your face the moment I open my eyes. To hear your voice as you bid me good morning. To hold your hands in mine, to kiss your lips…"

T'lira leans in to kiss him again, urgent and full of passion. G'raha groans, clutching her tightly against him.

"Lira… Lira," he sighs out, husky and breathless.

T'lira can barely hear him over the throb of her own pulse in her ears, but she does the hardest thing in this moment, breaking away from another passionate string of kisses so that she might calm herself down enough to listen to his words.

"Please," T'lira says softly, breathlessly.

The way he looks at her makes her breath hitch. His heart was in his eyes, his love for her written clearly in the expression on his face. Still, Lira would hear the words for herself. She would know his feelings, spoken true.

G'raha, sweet, dependable Raha, never did disappoint her.

"I love you, Lira."

Gods, he was adorable the way his voice trembled on her name. She can see his nerves in the way clenches his fists at his sides, looking at her with eyes wide and feline ears pinned back in wait of her answer.

Did he think she would reject him? For all his experience and being such an accomplished scholar and leader, he really was not so different from that silly boy she once knew.

Now was not the time for teasing. T'lira steps forward into the warmth of his body, reaching out to fiddle with the aethersand necklace she had made for him, its matching pair dangling from her neck.

"Of course I love you, Raha," she tells him simply, with no desire to drag things out with long speeches. That was more G'raha's specially. T'lira had wanted to say the words to him for so long. Knowing that Raha loved her made it suddenly all too easy when before it had been a struggle to formulate the words, let alone speak them.

"How could there be any doubt? Truly, I thought my feelings would have been far too obvious. I've loved you for a long time, and most everyone knows by now. Even Lyna, who was quite intense in her interrogation. She demanded to know just what my intentions were towards you."

"Truly?" G'raha laughs at that, head ducking bashfully as he runs his hand over his hair. Tail swaying and ears wiggling with positive emotions.

"Gods, Lira. I am just... so relieved."

T'lira smiles helplessly, curling her finger through the cord of his aethersand necklace and tugging meaningfully.

"So am I. Come here."

G'raha dips his head with no further need of prompting, kissing her with feeling. The press of his lips against hers is only soft for a moment before he becomes more insistent, coaxing her mouth open with a groan as he plays over the seam of her lips and lit her every nerve alight with the slick slide of his tongue.

T'lira grasps for him greedily, her fingers curling into the fabric of his adventuring attire and making fists to keep hold of him and drag him even closer.

"Raha," she moans encouragingly. Giggling breathlessly at the way his ears perk and twitch every time she says his name. So she says it again and again, "...Raha. Raha," just to delight in the way he reacts.

His skin colors to such a pretty shade, his fur prickling so cutely. What an honest reaction.

"You're so cute, Raha," T'lira murmurs affectionately. Her love overflows from her heart and leaks out into her voice as she speaks to him. Twelve, she adored him so.

She is rewarded with the sight of his embarrassed pouty face. Such an expression evokes in her a feeling of fond nostalgia. T'lira cannot fight the impulse to squeeze his face in her hands and kiss his pouty lips.

"You tease me overmuch, Lira," G’raha sighs, but smiles for her so sweetly. Heart meltingly.

T'lira does not expect him to turn the tables on her by cupping her face in his hands and kissing her until she melts into him.

"You are the cute one, Lira. My Lira," G’raha calls to her with an edge of a playful growl in his voice.

T’lira shivers all over, blinking wide eyed as her cheeks flush hot under his palms.

G’raha pauses, seeming surprised himself at inspiring such a response from her.

A look of triumphant mischief comes over her lover's face. Aught that surely spelled trouble for her. Her sweet Raha still had that playful spark of mischief within him.

"Lira," G’raha's voice rumbles low, the redheaded miqo'te tugging her close to purr directly into her ears, "Finally. You've become mine."

T'lira's stomach swoops, and her teeth press into her bottom lip as her eyelashes flutter with the desire that rushes through her.

She yanks him in by the grip she has on his clothing, their lips crashing together in a hot, frenzied string of kisses that was all tongues, and teeth, and gasping breath.

"Fair is fair. You call me yours, I'll have to call you mine," T'lira growls in kind, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth.

"Yes," G'raha groans in his throat and pulls her flush against him, the physical evidence of his desire for her pressing against her. "I have been yours for a very long time, Lira. How many years I have waited, yearning to meet you again. Even so, I dared not hope that you would accept me like this…!"

T'lira laughs, reaching out to place her finger over his lips before he can go off on another tangent. Smiling so large her face aches at the adorable expression of surprise that comes over her soon-to-be lover's handsome face.

"Well, I have. We two have expressed our feelings for one another, so won't you tell me just what were you intending to do before that grand speech? Pray, continue where you left off, my lord," T'lira says, deliberately teasing in her words and actions as she wiggles against him. Her best attempt of recapturing the mood before it could become derailed with more talk of their feelings and the colorful history between them.

Fortunately, it works like a charm.

G'raha clutches her to him, hissing out a breath between his teeth as he matches the roll of her body against his with a desperate grind of his hips.

"Lira," her name is a prayer from his lips as he lifts her up abruptly in a show of impatience as well as strength.

T'lira wraps her arms and legs around him, laughing in her throat as he pins her to the nearest wall and ruts against her.

"Hahh, yes!" T'lira moans encouragingly, squeezing her legs around him as she bucks her hips to meet him. The friction felt delicious, but it wasn't enough.

T'lira wanted more. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his body against hers, skin to skin.

"Too many clothes in the way," T'lira pants out. Yanking at his scarf, his tunic, her nails scratching at the red hairs of his nape, fingers tugging. She leans in to nip his jaw, purring in her throat, "I want to feel you."

G'raha's jaw ticks with the grinding of his teeth, his throat bobbing. Tempting her all the more to sink her teeth into the purple mark decorating his skin. To stain him in her color, mark him with the shape of her bite.

"My, so impatient," G'raha laughs, pressing his pretty mouth to her salty skin and licking at her. "Mayhap I want to savor this moment, my dear Lira."

It seemed they were of the same mind, wanting to stake their claim on one another.

T'lira drops her head back, gasping as he sucks marks into her skin. Pleading with him. Or, rather, making demands of him, "Nng, savor it later! Touch me, Raha. Touch me right now!"

G'raha laughs into her skin, seeming utterly giddy as he presses her hard into the wall with his body and frees up a hand to wriggle between them. A one track path to that heated place between her thighs that was aching for his attention.

T'lira whines out in slack-jawed pleasure as he cups her through the layers of cloth between them and rubs her roughly. Giving her more of that sweet, sweet friction through their clothing.

T'lira cries out, a curse wrung from her lips as her hips jerk into the firm press of his fingers against her.

Gods, she wanted those fingers inside of her so bad!

G'raha shushes her, giggling gleefully to himself as T'lira reacts to his touch so strongly.

"I should have done this ages ago," he mutters with eyes wide open to T’lira's every shift in expression, his feline ears perked at attention to catch every note of her pleasure.

"Don't you pull at that thread," T'lira huffs, balling a fist into his scarf and tugging, "We'll be here all night if you start with should haves and what ifs!"

G'raha grins, all cat-like mischief in the sway of his tail as he leans in to steal a kiss. "Oh? Did you think I'd be leaving here before morning?"

T'lira bites at his cheeky mouth, those too-full lips just far too tempting. "Full of yourself, aren't you?"

G'raha's smile turns wicked. A full fanged grin. "Mayhap I would prefer you to be full of m—"

T'lira covers his mouth, red cheeked and gasping, "Where has my shy, sweet Raha gone to? What rakish rogue has taken his place? Have you been taking lessons from Thancred?"

She meant to tease him by her words, but the look in his eye has her breath catching in her throat.

G'raha gives her tingles by kissing her palm, then scraping his teeth over it.

"If I told you that the sweet, shy young man you once knew desired you as I do now, would it shock you? Would you have blushed knowing the passion you stirred in him? How shameful he felt, thinking of you in his lonely moments of desire, wishing you were there beside him?"

T'lira does indeed blush red hot at the portrait that her lover paints for her. Endless scenarios fill her mind, the ache of her own desire only increasing.

"Was it me, for all the time we were apart?" T'lira asks him, surprising herself at her own boldness as surely as she does G'raha. "What did you think about?"

G'raha makes something of a moan in his throat, whether it was desire or embarrassment was unclear.

Perhaps it was both.

"You, it was always you," G'raha speaks into her throat as he buries his face into her neck. His breath is hot and shaky against her skin as he works her up into a needy frenzy with his words and his touch. "I would have no other. You were always in my thoughts."

His kisses are a clockwork over her skin, hot enough to leave her all too feverish as his fingers rub at her relentlessly, slow then quick, slow then quick.

T'lira knew he was strong, but to feel it for herself, firsthand… Gods, his hands! It was as if there were no layers between them at all with how keenly she could feel his touch. She would not last at this rate, but that seemed to be her lover's intention.

"Raha," T’lira mewls out, feeling all too weak to him. Craving more of that feeling, of his words. "I want to know more, I want to feel more…!"

She can feel his breath quicken, the scrape of his teeth over her skin followed by the slick drag of his tongue.

"You were all I could think of, Lira," G'raha declares in a passionate gasp, spurred on by her desire. "I was endlessly plagued by such lustful imaginings. Moments just like this, here and now. I imagined how I would touch you, what you would taste like."

His groan rumbles through her as his fingers press against her, seeking her clit. Through these layers it would be far more stimulating to grope and squeeze, but G'raha only pets her there, fingers stroking barely hard enough to make her wiggle and ache for more.

T'lira lets out a blissful whimper. "Don't tease me."

G'raha laughs at that, as if the sound were pulled from him. A bright, humored bark accompanied by the wiggle of his feline ears and the playful sway of his tail. "For all you have teased me, it would surely be just desserts, my dearest Lira!"

T'lira makes a small grunt in her throat, bothered that she could not refute him there. So, maybe she had teased him rather often.

"Perhaps if your reactions were not so terribly endearing, I would be less inclined to do so."

G'raha grins, eyebrows arching. "Oh? Am I to understand you are placing the blame on me? That is hardly fair, Lira my dear."

T'lira nods, sucking in a breath as his fingers tease against her purposefully. Just enough pressure to drive her wild.

"Mm! You… are just… too cute to resist! All the faces you make, the responses you give me are different all the time. I…hahh!…want to see them all."

The look in G'raha's eyes spells trouble for her, but T’lira cannot find it within herself to worry as her lover slips his fingers under her clothing to caress her skin to skin.

Ohh!

T'lira's head tilts back, her mouth falling open on a moan as he swipes his fingers through her folds and is instantly greeted by the warm wetness of her abundant desire spilling forth to coat his fingers.

"Gods, Lira, you're so warm. So wet," G'raha groans, sliding a slippery finger over her clit and chuckling to himself in satisfaction at the whimper she lets out.

"Do you intend to torture me?" T'lira whines, bucking her hips in want of more, more, more.

"Of course not, my love," G'raha murmurs, and sinks a finger inside of her slowly.

T'lira moans.

"To tease you now would simply be the same as torturing myself. I simply want to bear witness to your pleasure with full focus before I find myself too… distracted."

T'lira trembles as he works her open, dipping into her again and again. A second finger soon joins the first to curl inside of her, making her hips buck and legs shake with pleasure.

"Raha, Raha, Raha!" She chants between labored gasps, shaking all over and grasping at him desperately as he stirs her up into a lustful frenzy, his fingers thrusting inside of her and his palm grinding against her.

"You sing for me so prettily, Lira," G’raha growls to her, drunk on the rush of pleasing her like this.

T’lira could not stop the sounds she was letting out if she tried. Why fight it, why hold back at all? T'lira saw no point in denying her pleasure, so she let go. Allowing herself to get lost in the moment, to get lost in G’raha and how he made her feel.

"Sing for me, too, Raha," T’lira gasps, surging into him to kiss his mouth hungrily. "You've always had… such a gorgeous singing voice."

G'raha obliges her with a gorgeous moan. T’lira rarely had the opportunity to relish his singing, but to hear him moan was an entirely new and blissful experience. His voice was made for such sounds as these.

T’lira felt blissful in the knowledge that this duet was theirs, alone. Together, their voices harmonized so beautifully.

The air is filled with the sounds they make, the lustful music of moans and sighs breathed out, low and high. The crash of their lips as messy and wet as the lewd sound of Raha's fingers thrusting inside of her.

T’lira's whole body trembled, her muscles coiling tight as tension built fast inside of her.

"Close," she mewls, rolling her hips forward with need. Aching, throbbing on the edge of release; a tether pulled taut, close to snapping.

"Raha," she whimpers.

A little more, she needed just a little more…!

"I have you," G’raha tells her in a guttural growl. Pressing her against the wall snugly as his hand moved faster, her abundance of arousal making an absurdly wet sound as he fingers her in a furious pace.

T’lira's mouth hangs open in a helpless, lust-addled cry as she jerks and bucks in uncontrollable pleasure.

Yes, yes, yes…!

Pleasure swept her up in a wave of orgasmic bliss. She can only hang onto Raha for dear life as she rides out the overwhelming intensity of it.

He pins her to the wall with his body to still her uncontrollable writhing, laughing breathlessly in his throat as T’lira let out such incredible sounds in her passion-drunk delirium.

G’raha drinks it all in, eyes wide open and flushed redder than his hair, beside himself rapturous joy.

"I have you, I have you," he breathes out, half in awe that he truly did. That he was holding her fast to him as she slowly relaxed into the afterglow of that first peak. That he had been the one to inspire such such pleasure in her.

One of many to come, if he had his way.

T’lira murmurs contentedly, entirely limp and held up only by Raha's determined strength.

G'raha breathes shakily as he slowly shifts, attempting to be so very careful as he slips his fingers free.

T'lira mewls, squeezing at his fingers. Just as reluctant to let him go.

G’raha gulps, his thumb grazing her clit as his fingers sink back inside of her with a wet squelch, his eyes lit with hungry desire as he watches her twitch and shudder in response.

His hand was drenched with her juices up to his wrist, and though he was desperate to taste her—to savor every drop of her pleasure—G'raha curls his fingers inside of her again. Seeking her sweet spots. Wanting to bear witness to the addictive sight of her pleasure building to another orgasmic crescendo.

"Hnng… W—wait… I just came," T'lira whimpers, hips jerking.

"Ohh?" G'raha's tone of voice suddenly shifts, "Is this all my champion—my inspiration—can take? Surely you have more stamina than an old man such as I?"

"Don't you use your Exarch voice on me." Lira huffs.

"But I thought you liked it? You told me yourself that you thought it was impressive," G’raha chuckles.

"I recall what I actually said was that your ability to take control of a situation was impressive," T'lira squirms as she reminds him of what she had said, blushing and regretting her past self being so candid about admitting such things to G'raha's face. Though, it was certainly true that his ability to remain calm and step into a leadership role in the midst of chaos was undoubtedly a useful skill to have.

G’raha grins, entirely smug. "Very good, Lira," he coos in dripping saccharine praise with his calm, composed Exarch voice. "You remember well what you said from your own lips. Such is why I imagine you will not protest as I take control now." He punctuates his words by thumbing her clit, watching her reaction with a composed expression that was all the more devastating with the bright red blush coloring his skin.

T’lira cries out, hips jerking in what must be another smaller orgasm. Her whole body shivers and shakes, a feverish heat rushing through her.

Did he really intend to continue on like this? T'lira wanted more, right this moment. They could savor one another all they liked later.

If they kept at this pace, another apocalypse would be at their door before G'raha gave her what she wanted!

"Raha, I need you," she groans desperately, truly aching for him. Perhaps playing it up a bit to nail home just how much. She would be getting her way, she almost always did when it came to him, "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

That certainly did the trick.

G'raha makes the sound of a man knowing he was being manipulated, but going along with it anyway, somehow perfectly conveyed without words. It was all in the tone of his long-suffering groan, but it made T'lira grin like the cat that got the cream. Got him.

T'lira savors her victory as G'raha unfastening his trousers with surprising dexterity, obviously feeling it for the way he fumbles a few times before getting it right.

“Hurry,” she moans.

“Impatient,” G’raha huffs.

T’lira has a retort on the tip of her tongue, but loses it like a candy fizzling on her tongue as G’raha presses up against her and sinks inside with one smooth thrust of his hips.

“Ohh!” T'lira gasps, clutching at him. Her nails scratching over the layered fabric at his back.

“How is it…?” G’raha groans out.

T'lira whimpers.

His answering chuckle rumbles through her, and T’lira can do nothing but hold on for dear life and make sweet noises for him as G’raha pulls back and thrusts forward, again, again, and again.

“Was… this… what you wanted?” He asks her, every word punctuated by a snap of his hips that presses her firm against the door.

Sharlayan architecture was certainly something, here G’raha was putting his back into giving T’lira what she asked for with gusto, and the sturdy wooden door did not once shake in its frame.

“Yes, yes, haah… Raha!” T’lira moans encouragingly. Nor is she idle, either. She grips the doorframe behind her—and with G’raha braced against her—she lifts herself to bounce on him. Her arm wrapping around his shoulders as she lifts and falls, lifts and falls.

G’raha gasps for her so prettily that T’lira gives into the impulse to crush her mouth against his, stealing his breath as they both become lost to the frenzy of pleasure.

She tingles from her finely furred feline eartips to her curling toes with how he moans for her, murmuring her name so desperately even though he could hardly catch his breath at all.

“Raha, Raha,” she moans for him in return. Her whole body burned, that familiar feeling building up again far easier now that her body was in a state of consistent stimulus and arousal.

“I… I’m—!” her legs squeeze tight at his waist as another peak takes her by surprise. She ducks her head, yanking his scarf aside to bite hard at the muscled meat between his neck and shoulder.

G’raha must lose the strength in his legs as she grips him so tightly in the throes of her orgasm. Or perhaps she has simply made him weak in the knees with her teeth in his skin.

He groans as if he were dying and stumbles sideways, causing T’lira to shriek and laugh as she flings an arm out to catch them before they take a tumble, sweeping pinned papers and portraits off the wall as they slid across the wall and away from the sturdy frame of the door.

“Raaahaaa!”

G’raha is shaking with laughter as he rights them both in a show of strength and balance. “I have you, I have you,” he giggles boyishly. Resting them against the wall a moment to catch his breath before he was hoisting her up again and carrying her deeper into the room.

T’lira half expects him to take her to the bed, but is surprised as she finds herself perched upon the nearest table not entirely packed with clutter. G’raha sweeps his arm out, sending whatever populated the surface clattering to the floor as he lays her down upon it.

T’lira's cheeks ache with the force of her grin as she joins in, swinging her arm wide over her head and sending a stack of books tumbling over the ledge.

“I have wanted to do this for an age,” G’raha admits, pausing to lick up over his wrist and across his palm of the hand he had been fingering her with before sighing hotly as he leans forward to kiss her.

T’lira laughs, holding him in her embrace as she kisses him with lazy heat. “Mmm, I can tell…”

G’raha smiles with feline satisfaction, his tail flickering behind him. Mischievous.

What was he…?

“Pray excuse me, my love. I have some pressing matters to attend to that are well overdue,” G’raha says, and grasps her by the hip to flip her over onto her belly. It was easy enough for him, as T’lira was the smaller of the two at just under four-fulm and eleven-ilms.

“Ah! Raha!” T’lira gasps, blood rushing to her face as her lover grasps her bottom and spreads her open from the back. Her voice pitches high in a squeak as he leans into her and buries his face against her.

“Ohh..!” T'lira slips her hands up to grip the edge of the table for dear life as G’raha treats her to the talents of his tongue, groaning deep in his throat like she was the most delectable thing he had ever tasted.

T’lira's heart thunders in her chest, her own voice loud in her ears as she cannot keep quiet the sounds that her lover pries from her lips.

“Gods, Lira, you taste divine,” G’raha sounded blissed out himself, drunk on her flavor. “I could feast upon naught but you for days at a time.”

T’lira twitches and bucks, squirming in place with helpless pleasure as he makes a meal of her.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpers and whines. So sensitive, but craving so much more. She would surely be sore tomorrow but T’lira was not ready to stop now. G’raha would certainly not be leaving her room until the morrow.

“You beg so prettily, Lira,” Raha chuckles, sucking at her folds and tonguing her slit. His hands are hot on her skin, strong as he spreads her open for him.

T’lira cries out, seeing stars as he sucks and licks at her clit. “Fuck me!”

G’raha gives a husky laugh. “As you wish.”

She moans in her throat as G’raha pulls away, barely able to miss him as he promptly lines himself up again, sinking back inside of her to resume his good work.

The table wobbles with the snap of his hips, groaning under them as it scrapes across the floor. It was barely sturdy enough to bear the brunt of their passion, adding a sense of hilarity to the situation that had T’lira giggling between moans.

“We might… break this table… Raha!”

His hands had a firm grasp on her hips, the table jerking under them with every thrust. “‘Twould be… a worthy sacrifice…!” Raha grunts out with humor.

The next creak the table makes is particularly loud, as if to protest the idea of its destruction by the overzealous actions of the two amorous lovers.

T’lira bites back her laughter, holding fast to the less than sturdy table in a white-knuckle grip as G’raha well and truly did his best to make up for the time they had not been all over one another like this.

She shivers as G’raha leans over her, pressing kisses over her spine. His hands caress her skin, sliding up from her hips over her sides to lay his palms over the backs of her hands, their fingers slotting together.

“I love you,” he murmurs into her neck, brushing his lips across her shoulder blades. “I love you, Lira.”

T’lira gives a soft whine in her throat, overcome with emotion. “I love you,” she whispers fervently, lifting her arm to cup the back of his neck. Her head turns a bit awkwardly, but her desire to kiss him overcomes any discomfort.

The table gives a loud, ominous crack!—and T’lira squeaks as she finds herself snared in G’raha’s magic—caught before she could fall as the table collapses beneath them, no longer able to bear the weight.

A sacrifice, indeed, to the brunt of their passion.

They stare at the pile of wood scrap, formerly a table.

“...Shall we break the bed next?” G’raha laughs.

….

“Ah…! Haahh… Nngh!”

The bed springs squeak under them, the sound of their panting breath almost drowned out by it.

The bed thuds against the wall, shaking paintings in their frames and T’lira along with it as she grips the dowels that made up the headboard with sweaty hands.

Gods, how much stamina did this man have? T’lira had lost track of how many times he had brought her to peak, yet he remained harder than steel inside of her.

“Can't… much longer,” T’lira groans, the bedclothes rumpled beneath her and damp with sweat and other such salty secretions.

“Once more, Lira,” G’raha pleads with her.

She sobs a bit, her knees and thighs aching from rocking back against him. “Are you a man or a machine? I'm exhausted, Raha!” Her voice pitches on the edge of whiny, but she was shaking just holding herself up. She did not have much left to give.

“Come here, I shall handle the rest,” G’raha laughs, dragging her back into his lap.

He is sweaty, flushed hot, but T’lira only makes a mild grumbling sound as he tips her head back to kiss him.

“Rest assured, I am more flesh and blood than I have been for centuries, my love.”

T'lira sighs, her head lolling against G’raha's shoulder as he bounces her in his lap. He felt even bigger like this, settling deeper inside of her.

T’lira finds herself squeezing around him, reflexively at first, but then with wicked intention as G’raha hisses and groans. The steady pace he had set faltering. His sweet voice whimpers for her so cutely.

“Enough already,” T’lira sighs, wriggling on his lap with purpose. “You have… nothing left… to prove. Why do you… torture yourself so?”

G’raha grasps at her hips, his voice catching. His hands shake as he jerks and trembles beneath her. “A—Ah…! My love, mercy…! I merely wanted… to show you how I might please you!”

T’lira laughs, tugging at his neck to press her lips to his jaw. Setting her teeth against his skin and nipping. Delighting in the way he shudders for her.

“You have already done so. This will hardly be the last time we share a bed. Let go, Raha,” T'lira whispers to him sweetly, rocking in his lap just so. Squeezing how she now knew he liked.

G’raha gives a strangled groan and bucks his hips under her, his whole body spasming as he does as she bids him. Letting go and finally giving into his pleasure.

T'lira gives a soft little sound of pleasant surprise as he crushes his lips to hers, pulsing inside of her as he fills her up with his hot, sticky spend.

T’lira mewls as he reaches around her to rub at her clit, making her clench around him all the tighter as he eases another orgasm out of her even as she milks him dry.

“R—Raha… ah!”

G’raha squeezes her tight, riding out the high along with her. “Lira… I…!”

They cling to one another in a final peak, swept up in the all consuming swell of pleasure.

They drift, their breath syncing up as they slowly calm.

T’lira moans as G’raha shifts, plopping backwards instead of lifting her entirely off of him. Too tired to move beyond rolling to settle more comfortably side by side.

T’lira stares into his eyes, gazing at his satisfied face with some fair bit of smugness herself.

“You always have to take the lead, don't you?” G’raha sighs before she can be the one to speak, reaching out lazily to tuck spiced copper strands of sweaty hair away from her eyes.

"I think I restrained myself quite well up till now. Besides, you're not the only one who knows how to take control of a situation," T’lira replies, showing her hand by admitting she had led him; but she was much too satisfied about things proceeding how she had wanted them to.

G’raha's ears perk, a small grunt of mock outrage pulled from his throat. "I know very well, Lira. Like a talented bard, you know which strings to pluck for the precise arrangement you wish for," he sighs, but does not seem too bothered by playing into her hands yet again. T'lira was simply too skilled at getting people to do what she wanted, so subtly that it was nearly imperceptible unless one was paying enough attention.

“We can all but dance to your tune,” he murmurs, straying close to steal another kiss or twenty. He simply could not get enough of her.

T'lira felt much the same.

“Well, I am rather fond of how you dance for me,” T’lira gives a besotted laugh, wrapping her arms around him and stroking the raised marks where her nails had scratched him.

G’raha shivers at her touch. So cute.

“Oh dear, I seem to have marked you up quite a bit, my lord,” she remarks teasingly.

G’raha huffs, thumbing one of the many hickeys he had decorated her skin with. “Fair is fair, my dear Lira. I seem to have done the very same.”

T’lira drags her fingertips over the indent of her teeth on his shoulder. That one would certainly become a purple bruise to match the signature tattoo on his neck.

“Shall I go fetch us a washcloth?” G'raha murmurs, pressing his lips to her cheek.

T’lira smiles and nods her agreement. Propping her head up on her hand, she watches the sway of his tail and the curve of his backside with a warmth in her chest and a flush to her face as he hops from the bed and hurries off towards her washroom.

Gods, she loved this man.

T’lira rolls onto her back as he returns to her in short order with a wet, warm washcloth to wipe her down with.

T’lira cannot stop staring at him, drinking him in. The focused expression he wore, the slight flicker of a feline ear. The bashful face he pulls as he catches her staring.

“What is it?” G’raha asks, almost seeming shy.

Even after all that? He was so adorable.

T’lira smiles. “I'm just so happy. I had a plan today, but it all fell apart. If it weren't for you coming to my room, perhaps we would have spent many moons more dancing around one another.”

“W—Well, I…” G’raha straightens up with obvious pride, the hand holding the washcloth raised towards his face as he clears his throat. He takes a breath. “I will not claim to have suspected such. Merely that… I had hoped you might feel even a fraction of what I feel for you. That you would not turn me away even after overstepping in that manner.”

T’lira hums in her throat, her tail swishing playfully. “You were indeed quite bold. Kissing me out of the blue like that?” She cradles her cheek, only half teasing. “You were so forceful, my heart was pounding!”

G’raha goes red in the face, blushing up to his ears as he wrung the cloth in his hands. “You never tire of teasing me, do you?”

T’lira plucks the cloth from his hands and tosses it to land on the floor with a splat. “Never. Come here,” she pats the bed.

G’raha pauses. “I thought we might change the sheets?”

T’lira grabs him by the wrist and drags him into bed with her.

“Perhaps later,” G’raha sighs, gathering her up in his arms as T’lira rolls into him.

“Yes, much later,” T’lira agrees. “I’ll allow you your rest for now. But you had best prepare your regenerative magicks soon enough, my lord, as I have no intention to allow you to leave this bed until the next sun greets us.”

“Lira!” G’raha’s spluttering reply is lost to the press of her lips as T’lira tugs him in for a fur floofing, ear perking, toe curling smooch.

….

In the hallway, two figures come to stand before G’raha’s empty room. A hand raised to knock pausing, a pale head of hair turning as milky eyes glance in the direction of the doubly occupied room now belonging to T’lira.

“Is aught amiss, Y’shtola?” Krile asks her. “Is Raha not in?”

Y’shtola shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “He seems to have stepped out, Krile.”

Krile sighs and shrugs. “Well, I suppose we can drop by later.”

Y’shtola hums. “Indeed. In the meantime, I shall collect on a bet that Thancred owes to me.”

Krile chuckles. “‘Tis good to see you two getting along, I suppose.”

“Not quite as well as some of us. There must be something in the air,” Y’shtola remarks.

“Something in the air?” Krile hurries after the miqo'te sorceress, not quite sure what her fellow Scion was talking about.

“New beginnings, Krile,” Y’shtola says cryptically. “For all of us.”

Yes, it was about time.

T’lira deserved to find her happiness.

[icescrabblerjerky]

This is one hundred percent a crack fic that happened because SOMEBODY wouldn't shut up about crystal dicks in VC.

[ainyan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Warrior of Light/Thancred Waters, G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light, G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Thancred Waters, G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light/Thancred Waters Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Thancred Waters Additional Tags: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Established Relationship, TW: Suicide Mention, Female Au Ra (Final Fantasy XIV) Summary:

The Warrior of Light has a nightmare brought on by an intense and painful memory Echoing back in time. Thancred Waters and G'raha Tia comfort her in their own unique way.

@irisopranta, @mxkelsifer, @eorzeashan, @thelealinhypehouse - don’t say I didn’t warn you <3

[grahasblackmage]

All Work and No Play

Pairing: Alyss Leonhart x G'raha Tia

Summary: Alyss is ready to spend a passionate night with G'raha but first she needs to get him away from his work.

A/N: This is just pure unadulterated smut. Absolute smut.

Just had a random thought about my WoL giving G'raha a blow job and it has devolved into this. In no way is this edited or beta read.

I am so sorry for the badly written smut. It's been awhile ;;u;;

Alyss looked herself over in the mirror once more to make sure she washed the last bit of soap off her face. Confirming the job was done, she pulled out her lilac oil and applied it to her neck and chest. She knew G’raha couldn’t resist the smell and grinned to herself. She had been doing small errands for Krile since G’raha was busy with some research that day. Now that they were both settling down for the night, Alyss was ready to have some alone time with G’raha. After fluffing her hair a little, she turned off the light in the bathroom and walked into G’raha’s connecting room.

She saw he was laid out on his bed while reading a book and dressed in a loose white shirt and black smalls. She made her way towards him then climbed into bed with him. She placed a lingering kiss on his cheek making him smile. This didn’t stop him from reading his book however. Alyss gave a small pout as her tail thumped lightly on the bed; knowing she had to step up her game. She placed a hand on his chest and placed kisses along his neck, making him perk up slightly.

“Raha, you have been at it all day,” Alyss pouted placing a few kisses along his Archon mark.

G’raha turned his head to kiss her crown, “I know, my beloved. Just a couple more pages.”

Alyss’ ears flattened from annoyance but she knew her sweet G’raha was always thirsty for knowledge. She admired him for that but at this moment where she wanted him to fuck her, so she had to take the initiative. She moved down the bed so she could wedge herself in between his legs. Her fingernails lightly raked up his calves to his thighs, immediately grabbing G’raha’s attention since he looked from his book to the midnight haired Miqo’te whose golden eyes burned with desire.

“A-Alyss?” G’raha stuttered.

“You’ve been working too hard, Raha,” Alyss purred as she nuzzled his left thigh, “Let me take care of you.”

Before he could say anything, Alyss tugged down his smalls to throw them aside. She carefully took him in hand to place a small kiss on the tip. She gave him a few kitten licks before slowly taking him into her mouth, making sure her tongue gave attention to the underside of his cock. G’raha bucked his hips at the sensation as he grabbed the back of Alyss’ head. She grinned to herself then moved back slightly to where the tip was barely in her mouth. Her tongue ran along the slit making G’raha cry out and tighten his grip on her hair. Alyss moaned from the pressure of his grip as it turned her on more. She began to move at a steady pace and moved her hand to cup his sack.

G’raha’s fingers tangled deeper in her hair and hissed, “Oh, Wicked White.”

Oh. She hasn’t heard him say that in a good while. This meant she was doing a good job. Alyss gazed up at him with half lidded eyes to see him breathing heavily while his crimson eyes were also half lidded. He looked completely debauched but still beautiful all the same. As much as she wanted this, she knew that G’raha needed this as well. She wanted G’raha to be relaxed since he works all the time. She would do anything to make him feel good.

G’raha’s moans and small growls were turning Alyss on even more to where she needed to feel some relief. Not breaking from pleasuring her lover, she slipped her smalls down her legs and dipped her fingers past her folds. She began to match the pace of her fingers with her mouth, getting lost in the feeling. She then felt G’raha tug her head back by her hair but not enough to hurt her, a thin line of saliva connecting from her lips to his cock. Alyss saw passion burning in his eyes making her shiver.

Moving his hand from her hair to her chin, he gazed at her intensely, “You are going to come from my cock, not your fingers.”

Another shiver went up Alyss’ spine as he said that. His tone was similar to the Exarch’s and he knew it made her weak. G’raha pushed Alyss onto the bed and moved her to where she was on her stomach. G’raha’s hands stroked down her back then gripped her hips to settle her into a kneeling position. He settled behind her then gave her a firm swat on her backside making Alyss gasp. Alyss loved it when G’raha would take control whenever they make love and being dominated by him. To the world, she is seen as the Warrior of Light that conquers all her enemies. In the bedroom, G’raha was the one to bring her to her knees.

Alyss gripped the sheets and gasped as G’raha slid inch by torturous inch into her. She knew he was getting payback for her torturing him with her cheeky movements. Biting her lip, she tried to move back so he would be fully sheathed into her but his grip on her hips were holding her back.

“R-Raha… please…” Alyss whimpered.

“Please what, my dear Warrior?” G’raha purred.

Alyss bit her lip and whined as he pulled back to where his tip was resting in her, “Please fuck me, Raha! I need to feel you!”

G’raha tightened his grip slightly on her hip as he thrusted deep into Alyss that she swore she saw stars. G’raha’s hand ran along her back and the back of her neck to tangle his fingers back into her midnight locks. Lightly tugging her head to the side, he nipped and kissed along her neck up to her ear to nibble it. With every little attention G’raha was giving to her body, she felt like she would go over the edge any minute.

G’raha knew her body inside and out so he knew how to please her. It almost seemed he discovered a new pleasure spot whenever they made love. Most importantly, it always felt like they fit together perfectly.

“Raha… h-h-harder,” Alyss begged, “I’m so close.”

She felt G’raha nip her ear and smirk against it, “Manners, my love.”

She swore that this man would be her downfall, “Raha, please!”

He chuckled darkly only to pick up the pace within her and with a little more force. She nearly screamed as she felt his hand move from her hip to stroke her clit with the pace of his hips. Any coherent thought she had was gone and could only think of G’raha. She could feel her inner muscles flutter and constrict around his cock which was a telltale sign of her climax. She moved her hips faster while hearing G’raha growl behind her. He was completely bent over her as his hips began to stutter. He was close as well. Alyss reached back to touch his ruddy cheek and looked at him. He looked back at her only to press his lips to her. Alyss moaned into his mouth when she felt him release in her, causing her to release as well as they both rode out their climaxes.

Alyss then slumped onto the sheets as she felt completely boneless and relaxed. She felt G’raha lightly rub her back then carefully pulled out of her, making her groan from the loss of him. He laid back on the bed while pulling her into his arms. Alyss rested her head on his shoulder as she wrapped an arm around her waist and tail intertwining with his leg. He chuckled while placing a kiss on her forehead as he held her.

“Was that payback for interrupting your research?” Alyss joked.

“Partially,” G’raha mused, “I told you a couple more pages.”

Alyss rolled her eyes but placed a kiss on his cheek, “All right, all right. Lesson learned.”

He chuckled again then brought the blankets over them and turned off the lamp over his bed. Alyss cuddled closer as her eyes grew heavy with sleep as G’raha nuzzled into her hair. If he was going to be like this during sex, she would have to interrupt G’raha’s research more often.

[necromeowncy]

I wrote a fic with a very similar prompt actually! It's called Bibliophilia and you can read it here:

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The Warrior of Light's grand quest for the day was making sure G'raha Tia took a well-needed break from his research. It was perhaps, he thought, the most difficult quest of his entire heroic career. Defiling Noumenon. Library sex oneshot + epilogue. Established relationship. Nerds in love. Chugging that size difference juice. My Elezen WoL, Aedric, is trying his best.

Prompt! Your wol/oc was supposed to meet G'raha at the Last Stand for a bite and a quick catch up. He’s not shown so they go look for him and find him like this. What’s your wol/oc doing?

[shewasverynice]

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(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Higuruma, and Sukuna. In M/F, M/M, and M/NB style.)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ y'all wildin' out there. Gimme more.

[yzeltia]

Wolgraha Week

Day 5: Comfort Characters: Keith Summers, G'raha Tia Rating: Explicit Notes: CW Sex

“Raha. Raha, wake up,” Keith cooed, gently stroking his cheek as the Miqo’te violently thrashed in his sleep.

“No, I’ve been…I’ve,” G’raha panted, slowly coming out of his dream, feeling his love carefully stroke over his ears, “Keith! I’ve been shot! I need…I need…”

“It’s okay. You’ve not been shot. You’re in bed with me.”

Kieth lifted the other’s hand then placed it on his chest, giving it a little rub so that G’raha could feel his unblemished chest.  The Miqo’te laced his fingers with his boyfriend’s, shaking as he came down off the adrenaline racing through him from the dream. With a whine, the Scion turned to press his face against Keith’s chest, nuzzling lightly as he took breaths to calm down.

“So I am. The dreams, they feel so real…Like I am back in that body…everything feels so stiff.”

Keith hummed then leaned in, kissing the other cheek.

“No crystal here…or here,” he whispered, moving down to the other’s neck.

G’raha rolled onto his back, letting Keith toss their blanket off them as he trailed kisses lower, each one sending a rush of warmth through the Miqo’te, assuring him that he was all flesh and blood. His leg lifted up on Keith’s shoulder, he shivered then closed his eyes.

“I think you’ve made your point.”

“I’ve only just begun to make a point,” Keith chuckled, kissing the bottom of Miqo’te’s foot.

“None of that or you can go back to your own room,” G’raha huffed, ears folding back shly as his Hyur gave a little nip at his ankle.

“You would just grow restless and come after me.”

Keith leaned forward, cheeks red as he let his length graze over the top of G’raha’s, folding the other’s leg around his waist. The Seeker reached up, pulling the other on top of him as he raised his hips to greet him in full. “I am unsure how I feel that you’ve gone from babbling nervously at the mere mention of physical intimacy and now you fancy yourself an irresistible loverrr.”

Keith moaned softly, kissing up his lover’s chest as his hand slid down the other’s thigh and onto his ass, giving it a firm squeeze, “Am I not? I was trained to be by a rather enthusiastic teacher. A Scion of the Seventh Dawn no less.”

“Your attempts at flattering me are best spent focused elsewhere,” G’raha said, tilting the other’s chin to face him.

“You? I was talking about Archon Y'shtola,” Keith teased, grinning wide before leaning in for a kiss before being stopped by the other’s palm.

“Y-You are not funny! Not in the slightest Keith!”

“I’m a little funny,” the Hyur said under the palm as he shifted his hips, letting his length run down G’raha’s thigh and the flick upward beneath the Seeker’s orbs, “And I think I’ve provided ample distraction, Raha.”

The Scion flushed, feeling the other lift his hips and start to nudge against his entrance. “So you have…Though, maybe you should ground me further then.”

Keith nodded, shifting so that he might angle himself properly before feeling the warmth of the Miqo’te engulf him as he pressed forward. A moan escaped the Hyur as he lowered back down on top of G’raha, rolling his ships in shallow circles as he watched his partner’s face shift from strain to pleasure. Shaking, the Scion’s arms reached around him and pulled him down to bite on his neck.

“Careful,” Keith whined, “Remember how much we were teased the last time you left marks.”

“Let us be teased then.”

Keith groaned as he felt the other’s fangs move and dig back into his shoulder. He started to thrust absently, earning little whines out of the nibbling Miqo’te. A shudder escaped him as he felt run down his chest and drip onto the Scion. Heat spread through his body as the other tightened around him. G’raha’s bite lowered, fangs digging into the man’s clavicle as their bodies rocked together as he squeezed the other within him.

“Raha-ha…wait. No fair…I’ll…” Keith panted before pushing the other’s head back, kissing his love hard as his hand snaked down to grip the Miqo’te’s dripping length.

G’raha smirked in the kiss, lifting his other leg to wrap himself tight around Keith’s waist, gyrating around his cock while thrusting into his hand. He gave a playful bite to the Hyru’s lip, feeling the man flex within him in response. Growling, Keith rolled them over, laying on his back forcing the Miqo’te to unhook his legs and sit back on him. The Scion on top, he cried out, Keith angled now into his sweet spot.

“Now who isn’t playing fair,” the Miqo’te moaned out, tail raising as he bounced steadily while thrusting into Keith’s palm.

Keith chuckled as he caught his breath, free hand on the Scion’s thigh, digging the pads of his finger into his flesh before reaching up to lightly tweak at his love’s nipple. G’raha cried out in response, sitting firmly down on the Hyur’s length before tensing up as he was sent over the edge, painting Keith’s stomach and chest.

G’raha tensed up around him, Keith too came soon after, heels digging into the bed as he lifted the Miqo’te on his lap. Covered in the Miqo’te’s mess, he patted at his stomach then looked up to the flustered Scion. “All this ‘cause of me?”

“Shush,” G’raha ordered, tail thrashing as he crossed his arms and pouted, “Yourrr attempt to comforrrt me is appreciated but I’ve said many times that we need to be morrre preparrred. The bed is now a mess and I’m all wound up. By the time we clean ourselves and change I’ll be rrroused awake and then hungry. You’ll of course fall asleep with ease and when I go to wake you’ll be grrrumpy. Then-”

“How about this,” Keith interrupted, moving to the edge of his bed before standing with the Miqo’te in his arms, “Purr-haps we wash off and go to the purr-fectly unused bed in my cham-purrs.

“Enough mocking,” G’raha huffed before kissing the other as Keith walked them outside and around the corner, “That will be amenable though…Maybe we should think about finding a largerrr sweet in the Annex to sharrrre.”

“Sounds purr-fect.”

[wundergeek]

From my currently 15K WIP in which I am Very Normal About Wanting To Fuck Self-Esteem Into G'raha Tia

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"What's on your mind?" I asked mildly.

"I... was wondering about what you said last night..."

"Care to be more specific?" I asked after a long moment of silence.

G'raha turned red and looked at his hands. "About what... what you think of me," he stammered.

I smiled and said nothing.

"How... why... do you think that? About me?"

I paused in my chopping to give him an incredulous look. "Raha, have you seen yourself? There's a reason you've never had any problems finding 'study partners'."

"Not that," he shot back, dismissing the compliment with an irritated wave of his hand. "I know I'm good-looking. I meant... the other stuff."

I just barely managed to refrain from calling him an idiot. As dense as he could be sometimes (including right now) - he did appear to be genuinely confused. "Any particular part of it that you're having trouble with?"

G'raha's turned nearly the same color as his hair. "You said I was... fascinating. But..." He squirmed and looked down at his hands. "I'm just... a nerd."

"A nerd who knows more about the Allagans than all of the Allagan researchers for the last thousand years combined," I countered sharply.

"Only because I have the Eye of Allagan - which didn't have anything to do with me," he protested. "It was a genetic lottery win."

I gave him sour look to let him know what I thought of that argument, but let it slide. "Alright then. A nerd who is extremely accomplished, even by the standards of my very long-lived people."

G'raha's ears flattened with dismay. "I can't take credit for any of that! Most of what happened on the First was your doing, and the rest... I was just playing out my part in a plan that took dozens of researchers almost two centuries to perfect. They mapped out the path and set me on it, all I did was walk it."

"Raha," I said with loving exasperation as my determination not to insult him went out the window. "My dear, sweet buffoon. I would hold your face gently while I say this if my hands weren't completely covered in onion, but... The 'path' they set before you was literally insane."

G'raha blinked at me in bafflement.

"Seriously. Try and step outside yourself for a moment and look at it from my perspective. You went to sleep to safeguard the Tower's secrets, never expecting that a bunch of scholars would break in two hundred years after the literal end of the world to task you with crossing time and space to travel to another Shard and undo everything that had happened since the Eighth Umbral Calamity - a task which would require you to forsake part of your humanity by merging your essence with the Tower. Any way you look at it, it's completely mad."

"But..."

"Furthermore," I continued, my voice steely. "No one forced you to 'play your part' in this grand plan - you could have said no."

"You know I couldn't have refused!" G'raha exclaimed, tail lashing as he narrowed his eyes in hurt confusion. "How could I, when I knew what hung in the balance? Knowing that I was the only person who could avert the Calamity, and thus save thousands, maybe millions of lives?"

"I didn't say it was a good choice. But it was a choice. And let's not forget," I pinned G'raha with a sharp stare. "You weren't even given a detailed plan! It was more the shape of a plan that you had to fill in by yourself. By your own account, it took decades to figure out how to summon me to the First, which you had to do while shepherding the community that grew up around the tower."

"I..." G'raha was too intelligent not to see the trap he was walking into, but doggedly persisted anyway. "I couldn't just leave them to get turned into sin eaters right on my doorstep. That would have taken more time away from my research."

"You didn't have to let them build their settlement around the tower itself, though." I countered. "Nor did you have to become their leader and protector. But you did, because it's what you do. You leave people better than you found them."

"This... you're changing the subject," G'raha complained, not meeting my gaze.

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "But only because it makes me crazy how little credit you give yourself for everything you've achieved, or for how much you had to go through in order to achieve it. Those researchers could never have hoped to comprehend the magnitude of the sacrifice you had to make! By the time I showed up in the First, you had so much love in your life. You loved and were beloved by a community of people whose lives you had shared for three generations. You had a daughter, who you raised to be strong, and good, and tirelessly excellent at what she does. You had everything to lose, and still you didn't hesitate to lay down your life when the time came."

There was so much more I wanted to say, but G'raha was all but bent in half under the weight of so much positivity, his shoulders shaking with barely-contained emotion, which made me afraid that I'd said too much already. "It's what you would have done," he choked out.

My heart twisted in my chest as I hurried around to the other side of the table to pull him into a crushing hug. "You are worth so much more than how much you're willing to sacrifice for others," I said fiercely. "And... Gods, Raha. I wish I could show you what I see, because you're the best of us."

G'raha shuddered and pushed his face into my shoulder. "Y-you can't possibly think that."

"I do," I shot back, my words sharper than my touch as I gently stroked his back. "So deal with it."

Finally, he seemed to have run out of arguments. So I held him as he cried, and again that big dangerous something reared its ugly head, too damn obvious to avoid putting a name to.

Love. I loved G'raha. And I knew in that moment I always would love him, just as I loved Alisaie.

I wanted so badly to say it, to give G'raha something he could hold onto when his self-doubt made believing in himself impossible, but doubt held me back. I couldn't tell G'raha I loved him without saying the same to Alisaie, and I didn't have the faintest clue of how she'd feel about the level of implied commitment that would bring.

Unfortunately, I dithered too long, and the moment was lost when G'raha pulled away and wiped his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "No one has ever understood me so well as you. Indeed, I think you understand me better than I understand myself."

"We always see others more clearly than we see ourselves," I pointed out, giving him one last squeeze before I let go. "And lest you worry about living up to my standard, I'll tell you right now that there's no sign saying 'you must be this heroic to ride the Warrior of Light's dick'."

The joke had the desired effect as G'raha involuntarily snorted with laughter. "You can be a real ass sometimes," he said, his eyes sparkling with something much closer to his usual good humor.

"What can I say? Alisaie's a bad influence."

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