drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

Anonymous asked: smut 17 - “Oh my God, do that again.” for Ezra x Finnegan? god I can't get enough of these two...

drdevorakwrites:

So, a few people showed ahem interest I’m bottom!Finn after my Finnriel earlier.

Ask and ye shall *cough* receive. NSFW (duh)

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Ezra’s fingers walk over the dip and curve of Finn’s muscles, over rib, tracing the dark crescent moon etched upon his chest. Finn growls, impatient, but Ezra doesn’t take his eyes off that bared expanse of perfect, pale skin.

He is the hunter tonight, and Finn the prey.

Emerald locks with burning gold, and Ezra leans in, lips tracing the shell of a pointed ear, littering kisses over his jaw until finds his waiting lips. He stakes his claim, teeth and tongue and eager.

It’s possessive, a taste of Finn’s own perfectly crafted medicine as he nips and sucks at the flesh of his throat. He may not have fangs or teeth that can draw blood from a Vampire’s skin, but he has the most wonderful time trying.

He reaches up and cups Finn’s face in his hands, pausing to look at him, really look at him, and then he’s kissing him deeply, as if his lips could quench a desperate thirst.

“Ezra,” Finn purrs, his name dying on the tip of his tongue, and Ezra is enthralled with the way it feels so different when he’s the one swallowing a broken plea.

He pulls back, wondering how Finn’s too-perfect face would look kissed pink, if colour could bloom beneath his cheeks, at his chest.

Finn huffs a sharp laugh, hearing those skittering thoughts, his fingers twitching where they’ve settled upon Ezra’s waist. “If I could blush, I’d be beet red. Just for you.”

Ezra smiles, biting his lip in the way he knows drives Finn mad, pushing the soft pad of his thumb against a sharp fang as he opens his mouth for him, Finn hissing as a tiny droplet of blood is smeared across his bottom lip, tongue flicking out to swipe away the crimson.

He’s been deviant all day, winding Ezra up at any given opportunity. Soft, light touches, quick kisses that linger, whispered words, filthy promises. It’s been painful, a deep ache rooted in the pit of Ezra’s stomach, one he now intends to quell.

Finn watches as Ezra runs a hand over a firm thigh, the shift of corded muscle beneath his skin almost making the Witch snap, making him want to be the one bent over, to feel that powerful body behind him, inside him.

Instead he clings to his resolve, urging Finn to turn, to dutifully fall to his knees just as he promised he would if Ezra ever needed it this badly.

The curve of his spine, the swell of his ass, a chill rolling over him when he remembers what it is that he’s about to do. He positions himself, careful, steady, Finn looking at him over his shoulder, that wicked glint still present in his gaze until Ezra surges forward.

Another growl, a primal thing as Ezra sheaths himself to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in his head as he becomes aquatinted with the way Finn feels around him.

Like a welcome chill on a summers day, somehow still scorching, blinding no matter how cold he truly is.

Finn is perfect, deliciously tight, and his hips starting to move in a teasing little rhythm, a stuttered groan in Ezra’s throat as he somehow claws back his control, even as Finn greedily fucks himself on Ezra’s cock.

“Come on, Ezra,” he says, reaching between his legs to curl iron fingertips around his length, stroking, pumping. “You said you wanted to make me forget my name, and yet I still remember…”

Ezra is the one growling now, determined as he begins to move with purpose, punishing thrusts that he knows would knock the air from Finn’s lungs if he could breathe.

Finn laughs, a low, throaty chuckle as Ezra hits that spot that makes his toes curl. “Unh… that’s it, do that again.”

Ezra’s eyes flutter closed as he obliges, banishing the sight of Finn beneath him from his sight, lest he completely lose himself.

Too fast, too good.

“F-fuck, Finn… I…”

A deep pleasure, a power stirs within when he feels Finn tighten around him, leaning in to press kisses to the knobs of his spine as the Vampire strokes himself to his finish with a loud choked-off cry.

He reaches for Finn’s chin, tugging at him so he can see his face as he comes, to match his expression with that sinful noise, the noise that makes his toes curl against the sheets.

There’s a self-satisfied smirk on his lips when Ezra begins to falter, sweat beading at his brow as he reaches out, a hand around Finn’s neck, lips at his shoulder.

“You feel so good,” he mutters, meaning it, wondering how anyone could possibly be this perfect, waiting for a cocky, ‘I know,’ to fall from those full lips, but it doesn’t come.

It’s difficult now to keep his eyes open, a strangled noise in the back of his throat, breath heavy, mouth open, and he looks deep into Finn’s eyes as he lets go.

Finn groans his approval, wetness across his thighs as Ezra slowly pulls away, hands soothing over his spine, admiring the rare sight before him.

Fuck, Finnegan,” Ezra smirks, fingertips numb, stars still bursting behind his eyelids as he collapses against Finn’s chest. Boneless, sated.

Finn holds him close, listens to his rapidly thrumming pulse return to normal, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose as he drifts off.

  51   Sep 1, 2018
lucifers-art-blog     riessene

Anonymous asked: how abt some showering together w/ sajhuin & sloane? ;3c

xxxxnatashas-art-corner:

haonqq:

riessene:

riessene:

i know you meant like,,, sexy showering but consider this

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 one of their first hunts together went Horribly Wrong and its a double blank stare in the shower
@haonqq im sorry

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anguish hugs

Everything had been fine aside from a couple distant looks all the way up until they finished their reports, still talking and interacting. But the closer they got to the inn, the quieter and more.. closed off things had become.

Sloane took a heavy breath, watching the ground as she pushed open the door and slipped inside, making a beeline for the stairs.

Sajhuin caught her around the shoulder just as she got to the door to her own room, steering her away towards theirs and guiding her inside and into the bathroom.

“We’re going to take a shower, alright? Get all this blood off us.” Sajhuin drew a gentle hand through Sloane’s hair, smoothing it back behind her ear. “Okay?” They leaned forward, tilting their head slightly until Sloane nodded slightly.

Sajhuin slipped away for a moment, turning on the water and heating it up before moving back over to Sloane and stripping her down with careful, gentle hands. After Sloane was bare, they moved her into the shower before stripping themselves and joining her, letting out a slight hiss at the growing bruise on their side.

Sloane bit on her lip and faced away from them before Sajhuin caught her by the arm and turned her to face them, cupping a cheek with their hand. “It wasn’t your fault.” Sloane winces away from their hand at the statement like it pains her.

“Sloane..” They sigh and move forward again, drawing their hands through her hair, moving some of it away from her face and cupping both her cheeks, the distant look her her face wrenching their heart.

They pull her close, wrapping their arms around her and pressing her back against the cold shower wall. “Stay with me baby, just stay with me..” Their words are soft, spoken right as Sloane’s ear before they kiss her cheek.

Sloane shudders under them, reaching up to hold onto Sajhuin, face twisting as tears welled in her eyes. Her grip is painful on their sore body, but they don’t say anything, wrapping a hand around to curl into her hair, bringing her closer as she begins to shake more with fresh tears.

“I’m sorry, Jhuni…” Her voice is soft and broken, cracking as she finally speaks. Sajhuin shakes their head gently, giving her a light squeeze.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright now. Everything is alright, just breathe, let it out. Just stay with me…”

Heard u wanted me to share :3c

I suggested shower sex~ but this happened instead 👀💚🤭🤭

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A happy Sloane is a happy Sahjuin~

  85   Aug 30, 2018
whenthenightcomesgame     lukeskywalkersbutt

lukeskywalkersbutt:

♥ Lunaris’s bossiest bottom ♥

oops August belongs to @whenthenightcomesgame (more like when the night comes ;) )

  167   Aug 28, 2018
strutplayswtnc     strutplayswtnc

Anonymous asked: I'm not sure which one to pick but I wanted to prompt you both angst and smut. Maybe you can put them together? 💖

strutplayswtnc:

Angsty smut, huh? I mean, I can try? I can’t guarantee quality, but… I’ll give it a go! 😅


The old, iron bed creaked in a steady rhythm, but thankfully there was no-one around to hear.

August sighed with pleasure as Sylvian’s lips slowly worked from their collarbone to their jaw, damp mouth kissing every inch of skin he could find, the tip of his tongue swirling over the sharp swell of their throat. Blunt nails raked across olive skin as he thrust into them, each movement working them into a frenzy, needing more of that, more of him, needing Sylvian like they needed air.

Strong, firm hands greedily kneaded the flesh of their firm thighs, currently wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him close to them, a silent plea for more, please more. He obliged, restless hands caressing their skin, their every nerve alight under his expert touch, his breath ghosting over their ear. The only light came from the slit in the curtains, moonlight falling across the small room in the tavern. Neither of them had had the patience to light any candles.

He managed to snag their wrists, pinning them above their head, their whimper of protest only making his grin widen. The way their bodies seamed together made August arch up, needing more of that contact, the heat. With their hands trapped, they couldn’t touch him anymore, which just wasn’t fair… With a wicked smile, August bit the long muscle underneath his ear.

In the dark, they couldn’t see his scar.

Sylvian went rigid, as though struck by lightning, and suddenly August remembered. Oh shit. The bite… How could I forget? Seconds passed by in silence, and they could almost hear his fight for control, to just ignore the sudden fear, the sudden memory. Then he released their wrists, pushing himself up and away from them, propped up on his hands, breathing hard. He didn’t completely withdraw, and August’s legs were still wrapped around his waist, but the sudden loss of his body heat nearly made them gasp, the room temperature seeming bitingly cold in comparison.

‘Sylvian?’ They reached up, trying to find his face, fingers brushing against his black fringe. Maybe we should have lit the candles. ‘Sylv-’

‘I’m all right,’ he said, huffing a shaky laugh. ‘That just… freaked me out a bit.’

That’s my fault. They swallowed guiltily. I did that, I forgot. They opened their mouth, intending to tell him they were sorry, but he stole the words with a hard kiss. ‘Don’t you dare,’ he growled against their mouth, the sound sending shivers skittering over their skin. ‘I don’t want an apology.’

They were trying to be patient, to be sympathetic, but they were so hard that it hurt, their hips twitching up, having to bite their lip to stifle a whimper. Sylvian noticed, of course he noticed, and he rolled his hips slowly, testing. August groaned, grasping desperately at his arms, needing more but afraid to ask now.

He grinned in the dark, leaning down to graze their bottom lip with his teeth, sucking away the sting. August’s back arched up to meet him, still not sure if they could voice their demands, but the laugh that rumbled in his chest chased away their hesitation.

‘Please, Sylva,’ they murmured, the words breaking apart on a moan as he moved again, each slow, slick glide driving them insane. They arched against him, finding his mouth in the dark, tongues a tangle of heat, before their head snapped back against the pillows, crying out at their climax hit them hard.

Pearl beads spilled over their stomach, the sight pushing Sylvian to the edge as well, groaning their name into their shoulder, fingers wound so tight into their hair. They both lay in the dark, seamed together, breathless and giddy with the feeling of each other.

Finally, Sylvian let out a contented sigh. ‘I could just fall asleep, right here.’

August was glad to see his momentary fear had passed, loving the feel of him in their arms, the muscle shifting beneath his skin. But… ‘Please don’t, you’re heavy.’

‘Oi!’ He laughed, ragged, breathless, and rolled onto his side. ‘I’m not that heavy.’ He smiled at the little pfft of amusement that August made as they snuggled against him. His hand was already in their hair, stroking gently, brushing loose strands of silk back over their shoulder. ‘Bath, then bed?’

That sounded very nice.

  22   Aug 28, 2018
drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

Anonymous asked: #5 from the smut list? August and Hunter?

drdevorakwrites:

“Try to stay quiet. Understand?” 

NSFW.


The gentle creak of weathered wood as the Hunter thrusts into them echoes off of old brick, and August’s head snaps up as the Hunter whimpers, the blue of their eyes barely visible around blown-black. “Try to stay quiet, do you understand?” 

He nods, a sly smile forming on his lips, fingers digging into August’s firm thighs for leverage as he rolls his hips a little harder, trying to make them break their own rules. 

August bites their lip hard, chin falling to rest upon their chest as they expertly stifle a groan, the control they have utterly infuriating. 

Though, the Hunter can see little flaws in their resolve, their knuckles bleeding white where they grip the edge of their desk, the way the flush upon their cheeks and chest darkens. 

He will break them, no matter how they cling to their composure. 

“August, will you look at me?” 

They shake their head, lips falling open on a sharp breath as he moves a hand to curl around the hardness between their thighs, stroking languidly, a slick, perfect glide. “N-no, I will not,” they growl, hissing through clenched teeth. 

They hook their ankles together behind his back, the leather of their boots creaking as they urge him closer, lashes fluttering closed as he sinks deeper, harder, faster

His pace is relentless now, the desk protesting loudly beneath them, and if August should be worried about any noise startling their colleagues, it should be that.

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  71   Aug 26, 2018

this post is sponsored by my love for august 

happy early birthday, babey!<3

@whenthenightcomesgame i did done it 

  99   Aug 25, 2018
riessene     riessene

riessene:

posts tiny horney august doodle on main i dont give a f-h..damn

  288   Aug 8, 2018
whenthenightcomesgame     whenthenightcomesgame

Anonymous asked: Please give us one of August's spicy secrets that they would love if the Hunter did in bed but would also make them kill us if we ever found out. (a risk I'm willing to take, fight me August)

whenthenightcomesgame:

They’ve always fantasized about someone bending them over their desk in HQ…

  110   Aug 6, 2018
riessene     whenthenightcomesgame

Anonymous asked: I’m a hard Finn stan but August is really growing on me, got any spicy tea on either of those babies?

riessene:

whenthenightcomesgame:

- August is very vocal, and likes to both tell you exactly how you’re making them feel, whilst also giving you instructions… loudly

- Just… the epitome of a Bossy Bottom

- Loves to lay close and quiet afterwards, even better if you’re playing with their hair (which is always down during, by the way)

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  150   Aug 6, 2018
whenthenightcomesgame     whenthenightcomesgame

Anonymous asked: What are the LI’s like after sex?

whenthenightcomesgame:

Ezra: Very cuddly, touchy-feely

Piper: Quiet, likes to play with your hair

Alkar: Sleepy

Omen: SOFT, so soft

Finn: Lots of kissing, touching, whispering

August: Probably expects to be asked to leave, so grab that fool and smush

  218   Aug 6, 2018
whenthenightcomesgame     whenthenightcomesgame

princeofmorley asked: Which LIs view sex as something more casual, and which view it as something more serious? And which LIs have more/less sexual experience?

whenthenightcomesgame:

Finn: Casual and unapologetic about liking and wanting sex when single, but when he’s in a relationship he takes it very seriously

Ezra: Takes it seriously, very committed

Piper: Serious. She won’t just hop into bed with anyone

August: Relatively casual, but just because of their previous experiences

Omen: Used to be casual about it as where he comes from it’s just an indulgence, but now he’s in Lunaris he takes it more seriously

Alkar: Also very casual when he’s single, but if he really likes you he’ll take it seriously (whilst pretending he totally doesn’t care)

  174   Aug 6, 2018
drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

Anonymous asked: 11 with FinnxEzraxHunter ♥︎?

drdevorakwrites:

11 – heartbeat

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A familiar and satisfying red creeps into the Hunter’s cheeks as Ezra pushes them down against the mattress, his nose moving softly over their jaw, up, up over their cheek, temple. The Hunter laughs as Ezra whispers in their ear, his answering smile something that Finn knows would take his breath away if he could breathe. 

He sits back in his chair, chin resting on a crooked finger, and he doesn’t have to wonder what they’re thinking, a simple push affording him access to every deep, dark little thought that scatters through their minds.

Don’t take your eyes off us.

Finn can’t help but lean forward as a muffled moan of pleasure falls from Ezra’s lips, arching into them, the Hunter chasing his lips as he moves to pull away just an inch, as if each of Ezra’s kisses ruins them, but the promise of another will put them back together again. 

Finn. Finnegan. 

Ezra’s thoughts are the loudest, a symphony of whispered words, words that Finn knows are meant to lure him in, to break his stubborn resolve, but he relents, gripping the arms of the chair hard enough to rip the leather as they move together as one upon his bed. 

They feel so good. Don’t you want to feel? Feel us both…

Finn bites his bottom lip, his fang scraping soft skin, the faintest taste of copper on his tongue, their movements becoming desperate. The Hunter’s head falls to the side, knuckles pressed to their mouth to stifle a groan, and Finn almost snaps, almost shouts for them not to hide, to let him hear

Instead Ezra curls long fingers around their wrist, pins both hands above their head and mutters a firm, “No.” 

Just like you do to me. Shall I bruise them too? 

Ezra…” the name is ripped from their throat, aching, thick with want and lust and all the things Finn’s feeling, trying to fight. 

Finn senses it before they probably do, the rush, the tightening of muscles, the imminent release, and he can no long stand it. He palms himself through his trousers, back arching as he finally feels that friction he’s been so desperately craving. 

Close, close, close. 

He greedily touches himself as they fall apart, Ezra’s hips stuttering through his finish, their faces beautifully flushed, heartbeats violent, loud, and Finn’s mouth waters from the sound of blood pumping thick and harsh through their veins, dreaming of pressing his teeth to the column of each of their throats and sinking deep, drinking them dry.

Ezra’s emerald gaze snaps to him as he pulls away from them, and he smiles.  

  70   Aug 6, 2018
drdevorakwrites     drdevorakwrites

rayvonfallsreblog asked: So I saw that quotes ask where August’s is “Don’t go” and I was wondering if we could get something with them and a m!hunter based on that? I love that you’re doing some WTNC writings, it makes me even more excited for the game to come out 💕

drdevorakwrites:

NSFW under the cut

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August has something that feels a lot like happiness heavy in their chest, a bliss as they kiss their lover.

They feel the smile upon the Hunter’s lips, his hands pushing into August’s hair, body to body as they lay bare beneath crumpled sheets, unable to stop touching, exploring one another.

It’s new, this ache that settles. It’s no longer one of loneliness, of sadness, but instead it’s… hope. Hope for more, for this to be something permanent, and that’s dangerous.

The Hunter pulls back, his eyes slowly opening, looking up at August, the lightest trace of colour upon his cheeks, and August gets lost, wrapped up in his eyes, and they feel their chest stutter at the sight of the longing that they find there.

They want to speak, to ask him to stay, please stay, but words turn to ashes in their mouth, because something that they feel so deeply, something this foreign, is hard to explain.

The Hunter chases away the frown that unconsciously forms upon August’s brow as he hovers above them, kissing it away with the barest brush of his lips. His fingertips find their face, tracing a sharp cheekbone, the harsh line of their jaw. “You’re impossibly beautiful, do you know that? As if you were crafted from marble.”

August swallows thickly, catches his wrist with a curl of long fingertips. “Bold words,” they whisper, angry at the way their voice cracks, betraying them.

The Hunter quirks an eyebrow in question, but he doesn’t hesitate to press himself closer, August opening their mouth to him without question, the kiss tongue and teeth, wet and riddled with want. His hands slide down August’s waist, over the curve of them, the tight muscle of them still soft as if shifts under his palm.

They’ve already done this dance tonight, but the ache that settles between August’s thighs tells them they need more, always more with him. “August,” he whispers, almost a purr as he scrapes his teeth over the tensed column of their throat, tracing his tongue over marks that are already fading.

August gasps against his mouth as the Hunter curls his fingers around their length, careful strokes that elicit quiet groans, whimpers, his hand tight between their bodies, a delicious friction for both of them. Their breathing shifts, changes, hitched and fast as the Hunter swipes his thumb over the crown of their cock, spreads the wetness that beads there down, down in a slick glide, his touch here as expert and deadly as it is in the field.

“I’m going to—“ August mumbles, looking up at him, his gaze burning bright in the darkness, that look still there, like August truly is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even with their face flushed, unfocused eyes helplessly fluttering closed, strands of hair sweeping over their sweat-slick forehead, snarling about their cheeks.

He’s still looking, seemingly committing August’s features to memory, just… making them feel like they’re this wondrous thing, something so much more than August could ever dream of being. The Hunter catches them with another desperate kiss, their hips rocking together, his hand still tight around them, coaxing.

They find their bliss together, the Hunter arching, tense and devastating above them as he muffles a groan into the crook of August’s neck, August staring up at the ceiling, fingers digging into the muscle of his back as they let their toes curl against the mattress, let that sweet thrill of release wash over them.

He shifts, and something ingrained inside of August makes them panic, hold him tighter, closer, a whispered, shaky, “Don’t go,” falling from their lips, and they feel weak.

The Hunter carefully draws back, just an inch or so, enough for August to see confusion settle upon his handsome face, then a flicker of recognition as he finds fear in August’s blue eyes.

“Oh, August. No. I’m not going anywhere,” he smiles, soft before he’s cupping August’s face in strong hands, pressing an achingly gentle kiss to their lips, one that hurts their heart, makes them feel safe, wanted.

  67   Aug 6, 2018
riessene     riessene

riessene:

So i’ve heard our lil demon likes gold?;)

Omen from @shokujin-shot and @whenthenightcomesgame


+bonus:

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  546   Aug 1, 2018
riessene     riessene

riessene:

theres nothing hotter than giant emotional baggage, terrible attitude and high heels 

consider me sold @whenthenightcomesgame

  257   Jul 23, 2018
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