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UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
Ardyn/female reader - A roll in the hay <3
Date: 2017-03-01 12:08 pm (UTC)+ They're romantically involved and not actively trying to prevent pregnancy. <3
Re: Ardyn/female reader - A roll in the hay <3
Date: 2017-03-01 08:04 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/female reader - A roll in the hay <3
Date: 2017-03-03 06:25 am (UTC)Re: Ardyn/female reader - A roll in the hay <3
Date: 2017-03-03 12:56 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/female reader - A roll in the hay <3
Date: 2017-03-03 02:17 pm (UTC)Fill: Relax and Reflect (1/?)
Date: 2017-03-03 02:32 pm (UTC)--------------------------------------------------------------
It is the feeling of his large, warm hand sweeping over the curl of your hip that awakens you. Through the thin, see-through fabric of the nightgown you’d donned before bed, his touch is softened, somewhat. Ardyn has workman’s hands—rough and calloused in some places, smooth in the others.
Vaguely, you are reminded of your father’s quiet displeasure at your marriage to Ardyn. Chancellor though he may be, Ardyn is new money, having risen in the ranks of Niflheim’s governmental hierarchy with unprecedented speed. As he runs both hands over your back, kneading out tense muscles along the way, he whispers a greeting. You have never been gladder for your decision to accept his proposal.
“Ardyn?” You murmur, turning onto your back with a yawn.
When he kisses you, you prop yourself up on your elbow and kiss back on instinct, humming in discontent as he leans away.
“Were you able to sleep, my dear?” He asks, a hint of his special brand of amused worry trickling into his voice.
“Not well,” You admit, sheepishly.
You are somewhat fearful of large amounts water. The fear is largely irrational, rooted in some vague childhood memory of a mishap caused by your forgetful, easily amused mother and a bath in a sink. As silly as you find your little phobia, it still has a considerable sway over you. A low, pulsing throb forms between your eyes when you glance out at the admittedly beautiful blue waters surrounding the city of Altissia. After a day exploring the city ended with you trembling like a leaf, a moment away from a panic attack, Ardyn insisted that you spend most of your time indoors. You resent being cooped up like some princess in a fairy tale, waiting for your gallant knight in scarves and robes to comfort you at the end of the day, but you have listened to him regardless.
You open your eyes to find him smiling down at you. You smile back at him, simply because he has a contagious kind of mirth and you enjoy the sight of him. He has stripped down to nothing—his preferred method of sleeping—and as he crawls into bed with you, you let out a contented sigh at the feeling of warm skin against yours.
“We will be leaving soon, so you won’t have to worry about these infernal waters for long. Though I don’t share your fear, I must admit that I’m growing quite tired of this place myself.” He sighs. When he stretches, you catch him wince at the creaking of his joints.
“You are quite old, aren’t you?” You say, laughing.
His eyes crinkle in amusement. “Older than you think, certainly.”
It is a running joke between the two of you, but the truth of the matter is that you truly don’t know Ardyn’s age or much about his past. Turning to face him, you place your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrumming underneath your palm.
You’re sure that you know him better than most. The two of you had caused quite a stir when you first became friendly, laughing like fiends over gossip about high society in Niflheim. You’d been seventeen when the two of you had first met at a gala your parents had managed to squeeze their way into, despite being minor nobility. They had not been pleased to hear that you spent much of your debut dancing and laughing with the Chancellor. Your bizarre friendship, continuing for years on, has been something of a recurring focus for the press. You spent days in each other’s company, talking about any and everything, sometimes dancing, sometimes making fun of anyone who passed you on your walks until you were snickering behind your hands like errant school children. When you were struggling with your classes, he was there to help, possessing an alarmingly large wealth of knowledge about any and everything.
Ardyn is wry and wickedly clever and wise, and you’d fallen in love, so much so that a proposal on your twentieth birthday had brought tears to your eyes.
(“I don’t look that ghastly, do I, my dear?” He’d asked, smiling up at you from his place on his knees.
“You could have told me you felt the same way,” You’d fussed, smacking him over his shoulder. “You had to have known.”
Of course, he had. Not much got past someone as observant as Ardyn Izunia. He’d proven to you, later, just how much your feelings were reciprocated.)
And now, after nearly five years of being together, you still feel as though you are being held quietly at arm’s length. Ardyn regales you with plenty of stories of what you’re sure was a wild and errant youth, but they are almost always focused on some wacky person or other, long dead or since changed.
“Why don’t I know much about you?” You ask, softly.
On any other night, he would gently but firmly deflect this question. As it is, he gives you a soft, almost sad smile, his hand covering yours.
“Would that I could tell you more, dear heart. I rather think my truths would send you screaming in the opposite direction.” He huffs out a laugh, and though there is pain in his eyes you can tell the laugh is genuine. He has always been the type of person to find humor in inappropriate things.
Fill: Relax and Reflect (2/?)
Date: 2017-03-03 02:37 pm (UTC)He pulls the gown from your body with insistent hands, and his lips leave your mouth to plant kisses on your fluttering eyelids, forehead, and chin, trailing down your neck slowly. He pauses to sigh into the area where he swears your scent is the strongest—the soft underside of your chin. And then his tongue is sweeping against your sleep warm skin. When you reach for his growing erection he gives a satisfied hum and rocks his hips into your touch.
“Yes, like that, my sweet.” He groans as you give him a practiced tug, knowing what he likes by now. He’s heavy and warm in your palm, twitching in your hold as you begin a slow rhythm.
He allows himself a moment to savor the feeling before he gently removes your hand, pausing to kiss your knuckles. He looks up at you from underneath the fan of his lashes as he does this, knowing how much the gesture thrills you. You free your hand from his grip to slide your fingers into the thick whorls of his auburn hair, and his eyelids flutter closed as your fingers score against his scalp. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, situating himself between your spread thighs. He aligns himself so that his cock presses against your inner thigh, just shy of your wet slit. You can tell by the way the cool air hits your flesh that you’re embarrassingly slick already. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, warm and wet.
Ardyn’s free hand rides the curve of your side up to your other breast, cupping it and kneading it in his grip. Your unthinking is reaction is to buck your hip and tighten your grip on his hair, and he moans into your skin, riding your movements until his cock slides between the slick lips of your labia. His cockhead glides over your needy clit, and you fail to complain the whimper that rises in your throat in response.
He pulls away abruptly, and you reach for him with an impatient whine. He shushes you, propping himself on his left side. His eyes search your face, loving and full of want, and were you any more incoherent you wouldn’t feel suddenly bashful enough to lower your gaze to his heaving chest. Single-minded as you are in arousal, your eyes travel lower and focus on where his thick cock is standing at attention from the hair at the apex of his muscled thighs.
“Ardyn, please, just—“
“I want to watch you.” Ardyn rumbles, his free hand pressing between your breasts and traveling slowly down your body. He pauses to tickle at your lower belly, near your navel where you’re the most ticklish, and as laughter bubbles up within you a tension that you hadn’t noticed eases itself, leaving you relaxed and ready.
“Okay.” You whisper, nodding up at him.
“Give me your hand.” He instructs you, softly. You comply, and he kisses your knuckles once more before he pops two of your fingers into his mouth, his tongue gliding over your fingers. You jolt up, alarmed by the surprisingly intense feeling, and then subside into the mattress as he releases them just as quickly.
Knowing what he wants, you spread your thighs, feeling both emboldened and terribly shy at the way his eyes promptly fall to your folds. You spread yourself, enjoying the way he drinks the sight of you in. You touch your clit first, and for a moment you close your eyes and savor the sensation of your fingertips playing over it, in short, concentrated circles. Ardyn murmurs quiet encouragement, and at the sound of fabric shifting, you eagerly watch as he takes himself in hand and starts jerking his shaft at a leisurely pace. You know from experience that this is not enough to make him come, but the thought that he needed to give himself some form of relief because of the sight of you is endlessly arousing.
“I think you’re ready for a finger, love.” He suggests, his voice low and rasping.
Obediently, you slide a finger slowly through your inner lips down to your entrance, and you tilt your hips to grant it entry at somewhat of a good angle. With his thicker, calloused fingers, it’s always better when Ardyn does this for you, but you love putting on a show for him. Your walls flutter around your finger, and as you begin to slowly pump it in and out of your entrance, your other hand lowers to roll over your clit.
“Another finger.” Your husband says, sounding strained, and you chance a look at him to see that he’s sped up, the smallest bit, his thumb playing over the angry red tip of his cock where his foreskin has long since rescinded. Before long, precum will be beading at his tip. You long to taste him.
You fuck two fingers into yourself now, brows furrowing as the telltale sign of impending orgasm that is your walls fluttering involuntarily around your fingers. With your fingers rolling your clit and your hips twisting into a rhythm that will surely bring you to the edge soon, you’re sure you won’t last.
“I’m close.” You tell him, and he purrs in response, pleased.
Fill: Relax and Reflect (3/3)
Date: 2017-03-03 02:40 pm (UTC)And Ardyn doesn’t stop, keeps licking at you until pleasure borders on pain and there are tears in your eyes, and you are forced to push him away with both hands to get him to stop and you’re sure your pussy’s humming from the strength of your release. He pops your fingers into his mouth, moaning, and he presses his free hand into your lower belly, rubbing it in comforting circles as you because you tremble your way through the aftershocks, feeling distinctly unmoored. Cooing, he presses his warm body against yours, and you tiredly sink into the mattress, contented by the feeling of him against you.
“Yes, that’s it. Let go.” He says, brushing your hair away from your forehead with his fingertips.
His elbows are propped up just outside of your shoulders, and his eyes are warm where they linger on your sweaty face. Still trembling, you cling to him. He kisses away tears you didn’t know were falling, and then your sniffling nose, and then finally your lips. You kiss him back, desperately. You want nothing more than to be close to him.
“Ardyn. I need you, inside, please—“
He nods down at you, eyes dark and glittering. He reaches for one of the many plush pillows you’ve arranged into a fort around you and lifts your hips. You let out a small squeak, quietly thrilled at the impatient way he handles your body as he maneuvers the pillow beneath your raised bottom.
And when he slides home, meeting no resistance from your wanting body, your mouth falls open on a wordless moan. Because Ardyn is not overly endowed but he is thick and uncut, and the friction against your walls, still sensitive and twitching from your last release, is lovely. You clench around him when he’s in you deep, balls warm against your ass and wet from where your slick has already leaked out around him during his first few experimental thrusts.
You thread your arms around his broad shoulders and hold him as he begins to move, simply grinding against you, hitting that spot. Soon, he grows impatient and begins to take his pleasure in earnest, a rare growl rumbling in his chest as you roll your hips up into his thrusts. He fits into you deliciously, and the angle is perfect and you’re so in love and oversensitive that you’re orgasming again before long, muffling your cries into his neck. There is a filthily wet sound coming from between the two of you, where you’re twitching rhythmically and his cock spears into your clenching body.
Ardyn curses into the crown of your hair. Holding you flush against him with one arm, he braces the other hand against the bed and pumps into you at a jerky and disjointed pace. He groans, low and long, as he comes, filling you up.
The two of you fall back against the bed, and you stroke his back as he works his way down from his high, still pumping his waning length into your pussy. Eventually, he calms and pulls out, slowly.
The two of you kiss languidly, for a time, and you’re on the verge of a light doze when he asks, voice soft, “Do you think we made a new life, just then?”
You give him a contented smile and cup his cheek. “I wouldn’t be averse to that.” You answer, coy.
He chuckles and kisses you again.
When you awaken, it’s to the sound of waves crashing.
Re: Fill: Relax and Reflect (3/3)
Date: 2017-03-04 08:36 am (UTC)