bolded - most interested in writing

* - slightly unfamiliar with character, but willing to try

italics - may write for, but not as motivated to. send asks regardless as i'll get around to it eventually!

the band ghost: secondo*, terzo, copia, perpetua

baldur's gate three: gale, astarion, wyll*, halsin, raphael, zevlor, rolan*

dragon age veilguard: emmrich volkarin, lucanis dellamorte, davrin*

cyberpunk 2077: goro takemura, viktor vektor, johnny silverhand

content:

this area is subject to change and updates! this is pertaining to smut content (what kinks i will/won't write). i feel this goes without saying, but i do not mean to kinkshame! the kinks i won't write are simply not my thing personally and i feel like i wouldn't be able to do the prompts justice because of that. most kinks are on the table even if they're not explicitly mentioned (as listing everything i write will take forever). if you're unsure about something, feel free to send an ask or dm regardless and i'll let you know! <3

will happily write: bondage, premature ejaculation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, breath play/choking, bootblacking, blood, breeding (fantasy), spit, cigar play (smoking/ashing/burning), pup play (to varying degrees), fantasy creatures (werewolves/vampires/demons/etc)

"That's it, Copia, such a good boy for me," Ignis moans as he cards his fingers into his mate's greying hair.

The grip the man has around Ignis' tail tightens ever so slightly at the praise, his whimper muffled around the scaly appendage wiggling around in his mouth. Copia allows his eyes to fall shut, dragging his tongue up across the length that fits in his mouth, massaging his tongue into the little crevices between each scale. The sensation causes Ignis' brows to knit together, a deep purr rumbling from within his chest as Copia experimentally drags his teeth across the length.

When he opens his eyes again, his heart nearly skips a beat at the sight of his husband. Ignis' mouth hangs open, chest heaving as he pants from Copia's touch, fur a sweaty, matted mess to his skin as he grips at the sheets in an attempt to stop his tail from moving around too wildly.

At the sight alone, Copia lets out a little moan around Ignis' tail, trailing one of his hands that gripped it to gently press above the spot just below the base of the ghoul's tail and above his hole. Ignis howls at the sensation, claws tearing at the sheets as he desperately kneads, cock leaking against his thigh as Copia begins massaging at the spot in time with the licks of his tongue.

"Fuck, honey, that feels really good," the ghoul manages with a weak voice, purr so loud that it almost drowns out the sound of hid voice.

"Amore?" Copia's voice sounds as he pulls his mouth from Ignis' tail, pulling a whine from the ghoul. "I'd like you to fuck me with this."

A gentle sigh of content slips from the man whose arms you currently reside in, one of his hands gently resting on your hip while the other cradles the back of your neck. Your head is pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of of Primo's heart while you run your fingers over the grey hair dusted across his stomach.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, tearing your eyes away from his face to gaze down towards the waistband of his pyjama pants. Slowly, you trail your hand down to toy with it, fingers teasingly dipping in and out as you rub circles into his hipbones.

"What is it that you're doing, little one?"

Primo's voice pulls a small squeak from you, pulling you from the little trance that you'd been briefly put under as your mind swam with possibility. Your eyes snap back up to meet the mismatched eyes staring down into you.

"I- Nothing, Papa."

"It didn't seem like nothing," he muses, trailing his hand around to the front of your neck to gently apply some pressure. "Now, be honest with me, my little lamb. I won't be mad."

"You won't?"

Primo's expression softens slightly, his grip easing as he traces his thumb up to rest on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

"Amorino, I could never be mad at you," his voice is firm as always, but there's a certain softness to his tone that you know is only present with you.

"But-"

"In scenes doesn't count, my little one," he interjects before you can fully articulate your thought.

It causes a shy smile to grace your lips, between how well your Papa knows you and the requests at the tip of your tongue.

"I was hoping I could play with you a little, Papa."

A pleased hum rumbles through Primo's chest at that, lips curling into a smirk as he releases your chin and returns his hand to the back of your neck.

"Of course you may, little lamb."

"Thank you, Papa." The words are instant, instinctual.

With more sure hands than before, you dip your fingers below the waistband of his pants, delicately ghosting them from base to tip of his soft cock. Your ministrations turn Primo's breath shaky, his fingers digging into your hip harshly as your fingers gently curl around the base of him. The change in breath only spurs you on as you slowly drag your hand down his length, thumbing at his slit when you get to the tip.

A sharp groan escapes Primo, dick twitching to life in your hand from the stimulation and eyes squeezing shut. The sight alone makes you feel high on the power you have over him in this moment, and you can't help yourself but trail your other hand down to give a gentle squeeze to his heavy balls as you slowly pump him. The former Papa's body nearly folds in half from the sensation, a surprisingly high-pitched cry tearing through him, soft length oozing some pre across your fingers.

"Don't be a tease now, little one," he manages with a shaky voice. "Show me how much you've wanted this."

"Harder."

"Terzo, baby, are you sure you want-"

"I said harder, amore."

The sterness of his tone halts your last attempt at checking in, your mouth snapping shut as you offer a nod instead.

You adjust your grip on the paddle, running a hand over Terzo's reddened ass cheek. The man below you shudders at your touch, diving forward to bury his face in the pillow in anticipation of your blow. A small smile tugs at your lips as you gently massage a handful of the warm flesh.

"I thought I told you to hit me-"

Terzo's words are cut off in a sharp gasp as you bring the flat edge of the paddle down on his ass in a swift swat. His cock throbs against the sheets, already painfully hard from the twenty or so hits that you'd already gotten in, leaking precum helplessly onto the bed. The red mark across the pale flesh of his ass burns even redder than it had before, hot to the touch when you run a hand soothingly across him.

"You're taking it so well, love," you mumble as you carefully drag your nails across the blooming mark, eliciting a hiss from your lover as he involuntarily ruts his hips into the bed at the pleasant, painful sting that it brings.

Terzo's hand flies back, fingers sealing around your wrist to still the motion of your hand as he pulls his head up from the pillow, casting a look of pure need back over his shoulder to look at you.

"I need you to fuck me right now."

The smoke invades Ignis' lungs as a hand settles at the back of his head, nails gently dragging across his scalp in such a way that pulls a purr from deep within his chest. The ghoul eagerly inhales the smoke that was offered to him, mind already feeling cloudy from the earlier drags he'd taken from the joint.

The standard of 'puff, puff, pass' looked a little different between Ignis and Copia, always keen to make something their own. Their own drags were never for themselves, the smoke held in their mouths before their lips met, allowing them to transfer the smoke to the other. It turned what used to be shaking hands passing a joint back and forth into making out with quick breaks to take another puff— often all while Copia kept his ghoul's cock warm.

Ignis' forked tongue languidly laps into Copia's mouth, slipping between the small gap between the front teeth as he trails his hands up underneath Copia's t-shirt, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat of his stomach. Copia whines at the sensation, giving a gentle roll of his hips to provide some stimulation where the two of them were joined. The reaction earns Copia a smirk against his lips as Ignis' teeth sink into his bottom lip, suckling at the blood that beads there.

With another whine, Copia stretches his arm out to the bedside table, ready to set the half-smoked joint down. The ghoul stops him, pulling one of his hands out from under his shirt to wrap around his wrist.

"Just a sec," Ignis mumbles as he leans forwards, sealing his lips around the filter and inhaling deeply.

Copia can't help the way his cheeks flush at the sight of Ignis' cheeks hallowing out as he takes a long drag, finally releasing Copia's wrist once he was satisfied. As per their tradition, Ignis leans back down to capture Copia's lips with his, gently blowing the smoke into his mouth.

The fuzzy feeling in his head causes Copia to grin against Ignis' lips, sucking down all the smoke given to him before a little giggle erupts from him and he gives a little shake of his hips. Ignis groans against his mate's lips at the feeling, finally pulling back enough to see the lovedrunk grin etched across Copia's face.

"What is it, honey?"

Copia's cheeks flush further at the use of the petname, another giggle falling from his lips as he rolls his hips up against Ignis, setting the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table so that he can wrap both arms around Ignis' neck.

"I just love you," the former Papa coos against Ignis lips, kissing him once again. He pulls back long enough to speak once more, "a lot."

The ghoul chuckles into the kiss, hands returning to gently massaging at his lover's belly as he gives his own gentle little ruts.

"I love you too, C," Ignis whispered back.

Hot spend still dribbles from Copia's softening cock as he whines gently at the stimulation of the washcloth against warm, sweaty skin. His brows knit together beneath where his grey-streaked hair is plastered to his forehead, one of his hands trying to push yours away. In response, you gently shush him, reaching to take his other hand in yours, lacing your fingers tightly together.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," you coo over his overstimulated whines as you run the damp cloth across the sensitive skin of his cock. "It's a lot, I know. You're okay, honey. I'm almost done, okay?"

With a sweet kiss to your Frater's forehead, you finish wiping the cloth across his red, swollen cock head to wipe up the last of his cum, drawing a broken sob from the man's lips as his hips jolt away from your hand. To compel him to sit still, you lean down to capture his lips with yours.

Copia's lips are slightly swollen and bruised from the hours of kissing and chewing them gently, and you can't stop yourself from smiling against them. While you have him distracted, you take that as your chance to finish wiping his slit clean, muffling the cry against your lips before you toss the cloth in the vague direction of the laundry pile. 

As much as you would love to sink into his embrace, there's still more that you need to see to before you allow yourself to, so you force yourself to part from your love's lips, drawing a quiet whine out of him. You smile softly, stroking a hand through his hair in an attempt to comfort him. 

"You did so good for me, love. You're always perfect."

You finally let go of his hand, reaching over towards the bedside table to grab the insulated water bottle plastered with Star Wars and old rock stickers that he'd taken to carrying around with him everywhere in recent months. The moment that you've popped the lid open and offered the mouthpiece out to him, Copia is latching onto the bottle and sucking down water like he hasn't had a drink in days. 

A quiet chuckle rumbles through your chest at the sight, and you take this as your opportunity to pull away a little more in order to reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out one of the juice boxes you'd learned to keep nearby for when he gets clingy, as well as a pack of fruit gummies. His eyes light up, akin to a child, when he notices what you have in your hands when you crawl back towards him in bed, quickly closing the bottle and discarding it in the sheets.

"I love you," Copia manages to whisper, the first words he's managed to get out in the past several hours.

Your heart throbs at his words, and you smile softly as he takes his snacks from your hands, curling up against your side as you sling an arm around his shoulder. 

"I love you too, C. You know I've always got your back," you mumble against his forehead as you drop a kiss against his hairline. 

Copia only gives a hum in response, popping a gummy in his mouth as he struggles with the plastic wrapping of the straw due to his shaky hands.

"Here," you offer, taking it from him to pop the pointy end out the bottom of the plastic. He takes the plastic from your hand, letting you puncture the juice box for him before you rest your hand down against his hip. 

"Thank you." His voice is a little louder this time, slightly hoarse from his screaming earlier.

"Anything for you, Copia."

Drawing in breath felt like the most monumental of tasks. Your lungs scream at you for reprieve, your legs burning and knees aching with each and every step forward as you push yourself to keep running. There was no point in running; you knew that the beast would catch you eventually, but maybe, just maybe, you would be able to get back to the ministry in time.

The monstrous being that chased you was blessed with inhuman speed, strength, and— arguably worst of all— hearing. His unguligrade legs are far longer than they should be, covered with patchy fur that extends up to his knees and leads down to a set of hooves. A set of entirely too sharp fangs laced his mouth, paired with claws that could easily tear you to shreds without any effort. This… This beast couldn't catch you; you needed to get back, to warn the others about what was coming.

Just as the ministry comes into view, and you breathe out a sigh of relief, a large hand fully wraps around your throat, pulling you back into a large, furred chest. A scream rises in your throat, but is cut off by the pressure of the clawed fingers grasping down firmly, and your eyes slowly drift up after feeling something wet drop onto your forehead.

When you look directly above you, there he is, lips peeled back in a snarl as drool leaks from his mouth hungrily, dripping down into your hair and across your forehead. Your eyes widen in terror as his glowing, red eyes lock with yours, and that snarl turns into something vaguely resembling a smirk. 

Unable to get words out, you mouth the word 'please' in hope that it may save you, but that only seems to spur him on more as he finally releases the tight grip around your throat and presses another large hand against your shoulder, shoving you down into the dirt with your ass up in the air. A low, chittering sound emanates from the creature as he rips his claw down the back of your pants, exposing you to the cool, night air. 

"Perpetua- Please, please-" You're not entirely sure what you're begging for at this point, until you feel the bulbous head of his cock press against your pre-prepped entrance. A pathetic moan tears through you as you try to fight against the creature's hold, back into his hard length. "Fuck- I need you, Pet, please…"

The creature above you gives a pleased trill, hand clamping back down around your throat as he begins to slowly ease himself inside you. 

Baby blue was his colour. The pastel tone contrasted against freckled, sun-kissed skin in such a way that it made you wish you could devour him whole. He was beautiful like this, the neoprene stretched across his chest and neck with a little heart-shaped tag dangling from the collar with the inscription ‘good boy’, on his knees on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom, head perfectly empty as his own drool drips from his chin down to his chest.

There were too many responsibilities and stressors that came with being Papa to even begin to count. Initially, Copia had thought his role as Cardinal was complicated. The promotion to Papa showed him just how wrong he was in believing that position was difficult. Oh, how he yearned to go back to simpler days when he wasn’t as hands-on with the band. As much as he loved performing- between getting to sing and dance for people who enjoyed it, getting to see the world, and the adoring fans- it was exhausting. There was so much work to do that it felt unending, and he just needed the opportunity to clear his mind of it all. Even if only for an hour or two.

His cheek was pressed firmly against your clothed thigh, gently rubbing back and forth absentmindedly as you continued with your work. Whenever he got like this, he was always desperate for contact, no matter what that contact might be— simply high on the need for you approval however he could get it. Occasional little whines and whimpers slip out from his pretty, painted lips as he slowly works at easing his cheek further up, up to where he can see where you strain in your dress slacks.

Just as his nose is about to brush up against your semi-hard on, you give a gentle little tug to his brown hair, pulling him so that his prize is just out of reach. You offer him a chastising click of your tongue, looking down at him with a cocked brow. 

"What is it that you want, sweetheart? Come on, you know that you don't get anything unless you ask nicely."

Copia looks up at you with what you think very well could be the sweetest look you've seen in your entire life, eyes blown wide in desire and welling up with unshed tears as he looks at you with nothing short of pure and utter devotion. He sits up a little, hesitant to pull away from your touch, and lets out a few little yips. 

You could never dream of denying your sweet pup anything, especially when he looks at you with such love. At his obedience, you coo at him, taking his face in one of your hands while you use the other to work at unzipping your trousers and pulling your hard length from the confines of your boxers. At the sight of you hard and pulsing in your fist, Copia lets out a few dramatic whines.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. Here you are, baby. Here it is, just take what you need, okay?" You pair your calming words with a gentle stroke against his cheek as Copia dives forward.

Always the eager puppy, he begins to lavish little kitten licks all across the head of your cock, taking his time with each little lap of his tongue and kiss he leaves. The sight beneath you seems like a gift from the Olde One himself: Copia's painfully hard dick throbbing between his thighs as he desperately worships your cock, leaving streaks of his black lipstick all across your length. 

With a pleased sigh, you release your member, allowing Copia to do as he pleases, and ease your hand back into his hair as he takes your head into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out around you and giving a firm suck. 

"There you go, puppy. Are you gonna be happy now while I finish my work?"

Too busy to give you a verbal response, Copia gives his ass a gentle wiggle, making the silicone tail plug buried deep inside him wag side to side in an affirmative response.

"That's a good boy for me. I'll make sure you get a nice reward afterwards, okay puppy?"

"Amore, are you certain? I- I'm much heavier than I used to be, and-"

"C, I was the one who suggested it. Trust me, I'm sure," Ignis was quick to interrupt in an attempt to stop Copia before he launches into one of his nervous rambles.

"But what if I crush you- Tesoro, maybe we should just-"

"Copia, honey," Ignis began, taking Copia's hands in his and giving a little reassuring squeeze. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, but I promise that it's gonna be alright. If it's too much, for either of us, we can stop. Okay?"

The former Papa is silent for a long moment, contemplating his husband's words carefully. Ultimately, it's the pleading look in Ignis' eyes that gets him to nod his head.

"I- Eh… Okay- But the moment you can't breathe, or if-"

"Yes, yes. I'll tap your thigh three times," the ghoul finishes for his lover, already reclining back against the bed. "Now just sit on my face. Please? I've been dying to taste you all day."

A little whimper escapes Copia's lips at that, and he knows that if he weren't already hard, that would've had him hard in an instant. He's cautiously working his way up the bed until he has a knee framing either side of Ignis' head, pausing to glance down at the wide-eyed ghoul below him.

"Just- Nis, are you sure?"

Having enough of the protests, Ignis grabs either of Copia's thighs with a clawed hand, using his enhanced strength as a ghoul to pull the man so he's fully sat against his face. Before the man has a chance to settle into the new position, the ghoul is pressing his hot, forked tongue to his puckered rim, gently tracing around the outside in a way that has Copia gasping for breath.

"Fuck- Ignis…" 

The ghoul in question smirks against Copia, slowly teasing his tongue across his hole until Copia's body begins to shudder slightly. The man presses his hands down against Ignis' pecs to stabilize himself as he gave an experimental little roll of his hips.

He gasps when Ignis takes the opportunity to press his tongue inside of him, eagerly circling around to taste him. Copia's cock gives a twitch against his thigh as he grinds down against his husband's tongue. 

Ignis' grip around Copia's thighs tightens, helping him keep a steady pace as he ground back and forth against the ghoul's eager tongue buried deep inside him. Copia's eyes screw shut, thighs beginning to shake in the telltale sign that he was nearing his release. 

As much as Ignis wanted to pull away to make some comment about how easy it always was to make his lover cum, the desire to continue tasting him was so much stronger.

When he presses his tongue against that rubbery spot inside of him, Copia's hole clamps down around his tongue, spasming helplessly around the muscle as his dick pulsed and balls tightened, hot release shooting in ropes across both of their torsos. 

Ignis continues to fuck Copia on his tongue through his high, only slowing down when the man gives a gentle tap against his chest, panting and out of breath as his length twitched helplessly, dribbling out the last little bit of his spend. 

Copia moves on shaky legs, shifting to lay down in the bed and rest his head against the ghoul's thigh.

"That was so good, tesoro," he purrs, nuzzling at Ignis' hard cock.

"I told you that you'd like it," Ignis teases, passing a hand through the other's hair.

"Mhm," Copia agrees mindlessly, pressing a little kiss to the thick patch of hair above his husband's length. "Let… Eh- Let me repay the favour?" 

The deep bass of the music rumbled through your core, the heavy scent of cigar smoke filling your nostrils and a steady, large hand resting on the small of your back that kept you grounded through it all. You shift slightly in the man's lap, bare thighs that peek out from beneath your shorts slick with sweat in a way that has you sticking to his leather chaps as you ease yourself a tiny bit closer to him, your hips slotting up against his as your legs frame either side of his waist and hang off his bar stool. 

Clutching your tan hanky, you lean over to the side to dip it into the leather conditioner set on the bar. Once sufficiently coated, you hook a finger around the o-ring of Secondo's bulldog harness in order to hold him steady as you begin to work the conditioner into the leather. 

Secondo hums around his cigar, taking a long drag before pulling it from his lips, carefully hooking his thumb under your chin. You still your hand against his chest, peering up at him to meet his stern gaze.

"Open."

You obey without so much as a second thought, always eager to please your Papa no matter what that may mean. He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You suck in desperately, trying to take in everything that he's willing to give you. When Secondo pulls away, the look in your eyes is mildly delirious, the smoke slowly pouring from your mouth as you look back down to continue your work.

The conversation around you carries on as Secondo continues to nurse his drink, but you remain solely focused on the task at hand as you make sure to work the conditioner in all across the harness. Just as you're beginning to wrap up the work on the front, the hand that had rested on the small of your back slides up to hold your face, Secondo's thumb and forefinger on either side of your jaw and keeping your eyes on him. His order comes again.

"Open." 

Once again, your mouth falls open as if your body were under the man's spell. There's an undeniably eager look in your eyes, one now devoid of the hesitation and fear that had once lingered behind them in moments like these, as Secondo carefully lowers the head of the stick to your tongue. 

The burn when the ash makes contact is immediate, but you power through keeping your eyes open and fixed on your Papa despite how they well with tears. Secondo presses down ever so slightly, breaking the ash off and pulling the cigar from your mouth to set it in the ashtray on the bar as he holds your mouth shut.

You hold the ash on your tongue, savouring the gritty feel and smoky taste for as long as you can handle it before swallowing down. A pleased hum rumbles through Secondo's chest before he repeats his order one last time.

"Open." 

His grip loosens, this time Secondo more-so prying your mouth open as opposed to you doing it on your own. The man's intense mismatched eyes bore into yours, a soft, wet click from his mouth letting you know what was coming next.

The wad of spit lands directly on your tongue, mingling with what was left of the ashes remaining before he eases your mouth shut once more, attention drifting back up to his friends sat across the bar from him.

Heart racing, you reach for your leather polish with a shaky hand, determined to finish the task that your Papa had set for you.