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Greetings! I'm posting this work on anon, however, when making requests, you can call me Lucifel. I do have a few rules in regards to requests.

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• Noncon/Dubcon
• Incest
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Foggy clouds of breath puffs in the travelers face, their fluffy horse puffing as they pulled the sleigh of goods behind them. It's been a rough trip, smuggling Sreng goods to get the pretty parcels of dried meat from kingdom merchants who dealt in oddities. Never the less, the food would do their family well, and with winter fast approaching, they needed all they could store.

"What's a pretty, little thing like you doing out here?" A voice overhead called, pulling the traveler out of their thoughts as the familiar sound of wings stopped beating overhead. Standing on one of the many perches the flighted folk built, stood up high. Familiar banded feather patterns on the underside of his wings makes it evident that the man blends in well enough with the birch forrest around him, from this angle anyways. Still, the sheer size of his wings always managed to make the smuggler excited, as they knew this member of border patrol exceptionally well.

"Goin' into Sreng, why? What's a pretty large thing like you doin' out here?"

"Sreng, eh?" His voice is even, even if the traveler can't see his face. His wings are still splayed, and they can see the glint of his black armor as the sun peeks through the clouds. "What's Sreng got that calls you there? Barbarians? Ice cold wastelands where the rocks get dragged across the barrens by the wind?"

"Business."

A hearty laugh comes from the trees at that, before wings move again. "What business can you possibly have there?"

"There's plenty to be found, if you know where to look." Their hand waves at him, knowing the redheaded avian on the perch can see them better than they can see him. "You just stay on the borders all the time, what do you know of Sreng?"

It's then the sound of wings starts up, as the boarder guard leaves the perch. The sound of rustling wings spooks the travelers horse, their head lifting before the smuggler presses their hand to their steeds neck to soothe them. Soon the crunch of snow and the sound of wings dragging through it are heard directly behind them, before stopping a few fear behind the smuggler. "I know enough about it just from fighting their men who try to raid Gautier territory, and from reading books about battles past. Frankly, I don't see how someone as delicate looking as you can handle those harsh conditions."

"Then you only know the war stories." The travelers lips parse into a thin line. "An' for the last time Sylvain, I am not delicate!"

The traveler turns to look at the flighted folk, seeing his brown eyes staring down at them. "Could have fooled me. You look so small from up there and I-"

Before he could finish, the smuggler had balled up snow and threw it at him, causing him to squawk as his wings move to shield him from the onslaught. As he backs away, 3 more snowballs find their target in his bright orange and blue wings. "Okay okay!! I yeild! Stop before I have feathers fall out!"

Another snowball flies by his head as he says that, before the smuggler stops their onslaught, bringing their hands back beneath their cloak as they laugh. "You are always so sensitive about your wings, but I'm sure you're due for a molt soon."

"No!" Sylvain's armored hands wave in front of his face. "I've already grown my winter feathers in. Besides, I need my feathers for flight, and other things."

"See, flight I can understand, but the other things I don't get. Well, making quills maybe, but you guys only do that with shed feathers."

Wings splay behind Sylvain, sweeping across the snow as the banded underside of his wings are displayed. "Of course you don't get it, you're flightless." He seems almost mournful as a hand takes through his red hair. "But they're important for other things."

"Uh huh." The smuggler looked to their sleigh, averting their gaze from Sylvain as they did. "If you weren't such a philanderer, you wouldn't be displayin' all the time, but with me being flightless 'n all, I know nothin' of that now, do I?" 

The smuggler can see Sylvain's feathers fluff up at the words, signifying they hit the nail on the head. "Hey that wasn't-"

Another snowball flies through the air, thrown from.over the smugglers shoulder, as they look over their packed goods. "It was nice talkin', but I really have to go, before I wind up loosin' my most precious cargo."

Sylvain brushes the packed snow off his armor, walking towards the smuggler as they gear up. "Hold up, at least let me escort you across!"

Looking over their shoulder, the smuggler signals to their horse to walk forward. "Then you better hurry up then, before I cross the border without you."

The sound of metal crunching against the snow fast approaches as Sylvain catches up. He's barely winded, but the clouds of his breath are coming faster than they had been moments ago. "Now you know I have to see you across."

"No I don't." The smuggler casts a glance at Sylvain, noting the red of his nose from the cold as he walks beside them. He towers over their smaller flightless form, but most flightless tended to be tiny compared to flighted folk. "In fact, you could just report you lost sight of me, like you always do."

"I could. However, I do like seeing you across." He sounded concerned, and a glance towards him was enough to see his warm brown eyes looking down at them. "It puts me at ease, seeing you crossover safely."

"Do you really know nothing of Sreng other than our battle tactics."

"If I said yes, what would you do?"

"Well I wouldn't stay, if that's what you're askin'. I have lotsa work to do, cargo to sell, and coin to count." They walked a few more steps, before the smuggler stops in their tracks, hands clutching the lead of their horse. "But you outta broaden your horizons beyond Sreng battle styles. You'll never find peace at the border if you see us all as barbarians. More so if the people in Gautier territory see the same."

"I" Sylvain looks at down at them, turning to do so. For once his wings aren't splayed, clearly showing he's taking this seriously for a change. "You're right. Still with the raids, it's kind of hard for that exchange to happen."

"Then try to talk with someone about negotiatin' for trade. The raids would likely lessen if our merchants could get into the kingdom without sneaking' in or fighting' off Gautier houses boarder guards." 

"Likely lessen? They wouldn't stop?" 

"I can't make promises like that. Unlike you, I'm not a nobel, or the Sreng equivalent to one. I can't make a promise of them stoppin' like they could. I'm just a flightless merchant, nothin' more, nothin' less. The best I could offer you is my thoughts an' advice on the matter."

"Which you've already given me."

"Yes." The smuggler takes a few steps towards the red headed avian, closing in on his space as their grip on the lead line loosens. Placing a gloved hand upon the glinting metal of Sylvain's armor, they let their thumb trace over the breastplate lightly. "I've given what I can for this trip, now, if you excuse me, you're right on the boarder and I really do need to pass."

"You're the only one I let past, you know." His warm brown eyes stare into the smugglers, holding them for a moment. 

"I know, an' I am grateful for that, but I can't stay."

"Then I'll see you the next time you pass through." It's a promise as he back's away, wings careful not to graze and spook your horse. "Just promise me you'll stay safe until then." 

"Sylvain, if I were you, I'd worry about anythin' that's attackin' me and not the other way around." The smuggler paused, offering a small smile,  "but I promise I'll be safe. See you in a couple weeks."

"Is that also a promise?"

"As long as I have business in the kingdom, it is."

"Then I'll see you then." With that, Sylvain stepped farther away, before taking to the sky, snow fluttering away from his feet as he lifts up. Grabbing the lead line, the smuggler started guiding their horse across the boarder, advancing further into Sreng. However, as they spared a look behind, they could see Sylvain's shadow still flying around the boarder, likely still keeping a watch watch over them.

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Alpha! Felix Hugo Fraldarius/ Omega! Reader hc's

SFW

• He hates feeling like a slave to his second sex's hormones and typing, so for a long time, he's going to deny himself and deny his feelings.
• Felix doesn't want to hurt His Omega though, so it's a delicate balance with him trying to keep his mate at both arms distance and let them in.

He hated the burning, itching feeling on his skin, the smell of something deeply intoxicating filling his nose. Pushing sweat soaked stray hairs away from his face, he pulls his training sword away from the ground, scanning the training grounds around him. There were others training, a small mix of betas, alphas, and omegas from various classes laying waste to training dummies or sparring against each other, yet his nose eventually ferreted out the source of the smell that drew him away from his training. For the first day at Garreg Mach he hadn't anticipated, no... Dread filled him as he stared at the new arrival, their eyes appraising the selection of training weapons before they reached for a bow. He felt his blood run cold at the realization, before he felt a dull rage. This wasn't supposed to happen now, and he would not let it control him regardless of the impulse to stake a claim upon the omega, his omega. Ignoring the impulse to leave immediately, he adjusted his grip on the leather pommel of the training sword, before turning his attention to the dummy. He had training to do, he would not let his future mate get in the way of that.

• Once he does let them in, you better buckle up. The first thing on his agenda is making sure you can protect yourself, so expect lots of training sessions.
• Like, he isn't going to let up on training, so get used to sore muscles and sweat. His main reason for being so harsh though? He knows what happened to Ingrid when Glenn died. He knows he can die like his brother in battle, but he wants to make sure his mate can protect themselves if he did.

Sweat clung to your skin, your breath coming out in heavy pants as you looked up at your sparring partner, the cold, wintery scent of a agitated Felix filling your senses as you pushed yourself off the ground.

"Do it again." Felix commanded, his voice unwavering as the sound of wooden weapons classed in the training room. Your legs felt like jelly as you stood.

"We've been at this for hours, shouldn't we take a break?" You asked, your grip on the training sword faltering. You'd been in here training since dawn, the lack of lectures that day granting Felix time enough to whisk you away for training with him. Felix seems unamused with your question, his lips twitching downwards as he adjusted his stance.

"Again." He commands, "In a real fight there isn't going to be a break, you have to keep pushing. So push. Now."

Reluctantly you grabbed your sword, firming up your grip as you repeat the drill, Felix easily deflecting your strikes. You clearly were going to be at this for a while.

• If he's not training or eating with his mate he's going to keep a distant eye on them. He won't stalk them or control them, but he is aware of their daily routine if he feels the need to check in.
• It takes a while to get to the scenting phase with Felix but once he's there, he wants to do it daily. Because Felix always smells of sweat unless he's fresh from the baths after a says training or just waking up. However, when it comes to scenting his mate, he is weary of rubbing his sweaty scent glands on them, opting to wait until after baths or doing it in the morning.
• Felix isn't verbally affectionate, his mate isn't an exception. However, his mate isn't a stranger to occasionally finding little gifts in the form of sweets left for them, or lingering touches.
• Protective is one word to describe Felix with his mate. Not overbearingly so, but he definitely has a love language in his concern for his mates well being. 
• Goddess have mercy upon any person who makes unwanted advances and touches his mate in an inappropriate way, because Felix won't have mercy.

The scent of cold mint and pine filled your nose as you looked away from your book, your spot on the courtyard relatively shady and proving to be a good place to read during the days. Sure enough, you spot his pristine white boots, your gaze eventually traveling up his toned legs to look up at him. 

"Do you need something, Felix?" You asked, voice even as you set aside your book. Wordlessly, Felix settles down on the grass beside you, kneeling down on his knees. He smells clean, soap mingling with his scent. He must have recently taken a full bath, instead of his usual routine of washing down with a rag, some soap, and a bucket after his day training, which struck you as odd.

"I wanted to try something, can I?" Warm Vermillion eyes met yours, making your breath hitch. Felix wasn't one for softness, and to say he looked almost vulnerable was an understatement. He looked nervous, despite how gentle he sounded, his voice quiet as if he were speaking a secret.

Gesturing to your bandaged ankle, an injury from a training battle earlier that week that hadn't healed fully yet, you offer a small smile. "You can try whatever it is, so long as it's not more training today." Felix frowned at that, before coming closer.

"Not today." His breath fanned over your neck, just below your ear. This was certainly the closest he'd been to you, in all his time he had known you. Your shoulders tense up, before you exhale, trying your best to relax. Soon enough, you feel Felix rest his chin on your shoulder, clearly looking for a comfortable way to scent you at such an awkward angle. Tilting your head to try to accommodate, you twitched when you felt his nose brush against your gland, the realization of what was going hitting you all at once. Gently, Felix moved his glands over your clothes, marking you with his own scent as you relaxed under his movements, your own softly sweet scent mingling with his before he pulls back.

"I'm gonna go now, but here." He pulled a small paper bag from his satchel "I'll come get you before dinner." 

With that, he walked off, casting a last glance at you as he eventually vanishes to go wherever he was off too. Curiously, you prod at the bag, opening it up to find a pair of buttery pastries filled with jam, smiling softly to yourself at the gesture.

NSFW

• Felix isn't used to being touched, but he's very explorative in his own touching, wanting to trail his hands over everything he can. When it comes to touching him however, it takes him a while to adjust to it.
• Felix loves, and I cannot stress this enough, his mates scent. It's something that ultimately drives him into wanting to smell and scent everything he can, down to sniffing his mates underwear before going down on them.
• FELIX IS 100% POSSESSIVE IN BED! he wants to mark his mate up as well as touch on everything he can.

Felix's nose brushed against your scent glands, his body pressing yours against one of the pillars of the now empty training grounds. Hands roamed over your form, his hand roaming over your thigh as he pressed kisses along your jaw. You could feel a rumble in his chest, a familiar fog of arousal clouding your senses as he sucked on your sent gland. Whining against him, your hips pushed forward, feeling his clothes errection press against your center as he did. Sharp teeth scrape across your skin, his hand holding you firmly against him as he marks around your scent gland. 

"You're mine." The words rumbled through his chest, deep enough you felt it in yours. Eyes close as his hips thrust against yours. This was the first time you'd been this intimate, your entire body flushed with heat and sweat from your too short training session. Rutting against him, you felt your arousal spike as he met your thrusts, sloppily falling into a rhythm over time. His face is buried in the crux of your neck now, his breathing labored and tickling the exposed skin there, your shirt partially opened to allow him access as he marks you further.

Hips roll against yours, pace speeding up as he moves with you, your breath hitching as his hands begins to knead your ass. You're sensitive, feeling a tight coil in your belly already just from grinding as you move against each other in tandem. Teeth sink into the flesh at the base of your neck, your release washing over you along with it, Felix growling as he pulls away from where he's marked to look at you. Hips still roll against yours, Felix hunting for his own release now, before eventually he lets go, his breath hitching as he rests his forehead against yours.

• Felix's ruts? A hard time. He goes from normal anti social Felix, to 'talk to me and I will snap.' in regards to dealing with most people. He's harsher and definately not wanting to be trifled with. Frankly, he tries to avoid his mate during that period to not only avoid sending them into a heat, but to avoid being ruthlessly mean to them as well.
• Felix, if he does have his mate during a rut, will not let them leave him. He's prone to manhandled his mate during sex to pin them down and take them from behind during, and then hold them close after while he's knotted.
• Speaking of his knot, his knot is about the size of his fist, so it's fairly sizeable. Not to mention during his ruts he cums significantly more than he would on a normal occasion.
• He's going to want to keep his mate on his cock after, so prepare for a little cockwarming after.
• Dealing with his mates heat however, he wants to care for them, but doesn't want his rut to start. Cue him delivering water and food to their door and knocking before leaving.
• When he does decide to actually be present for his mates heat, he's cuddly before his rut hits, as well as gentle. He likely takes to pressing kisses to his mates lips while giving gentle touches.

Hips thrust into yours, the sound of heavy balls slapping against your ass and the sound of slick filling the air. Your legs were over his shoulder as he thrusts into you, the familiar coil of orgasm coming as his knot tugged at your hole. Your own hands dug into your thighs, clawing at the delicate skin there as you twitched beneath him, his soft growls filling the air as his knot began to fill.

"Gonna knot you soon, mark you as mine." The words felt strange, yet sent your head spinning as he kept moving. You couldn't move in his grip, yet his fingers dipped down to help bring you closer to orgasm. White hot heat filled you as you felt his knot catch with each thrust, his fingers working wonders as he helped you come closer to orgasm. Soon you tensed around him, your release coming as your toes curled in pleasure, Felix fucking you through it as he kept moving before he released. White hot heat filled you as you felt his knot secure itself inside. Felix growled, his hips shallowly thrusting through his own orgasm as he filled you up, before he allowed your legs to fall from his shoulders, resting them against his hips.

Arms curl around your torso, your eyes opening as you look up at him. Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his lips, before he relaxes. He's careful not to collapse onto you, gently helping to move you both onto your side before relaxing into a warm embrace to wait for his knot to deflate.

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Hazy eyes open, looking at the scenery around them. The rooms dark and strange, moonlight streaming in from a window as tired eyes try to process where they were. They can't move, their limbs feeling as if lead was filling them, and an attempt to move their head up to get their bearings only causes it to loll uselessly against the plush pillow beneath their head.

"I see you're finally awake." A dreamlike whisper, the voice a dulcid tenor that sparked a memory in the mind of the waking dreamer. Their date... how could they have forgotten. "For a moment there I feared I'd given you too much, you've been out for such a long time."

Out? Their hands feebly try to ball into fists, the sound of metal jingling lightly alerting them to the fact their wrists were bound. Shit.

"Easy there babe," a hand rests on their thigh, the feeling of skin on theirs making them want to move. Another failed attempt at moving later, and a wave of nausea sweeps over them in droves. "Move more than you need to, and you might not stay awake. You wouldn't want to miss this, after all." Another hand wanders up their body, over their stomach to their chest, before the hand pauses to run a finger over their nipple. It feels strange, the motion making them tingle as they finally get a glimpse of their captor.

He has tousled red hair, fair skin, lean muscle, and eyes so dark they almost believe them to be black, but when they see their captor, their stomach drops. Sylvain Jose Gautier, the philandering noble they had agreed to meet that evening for tea. They'd been warned not too, that girls tended to wind up heartbroken by him, yet they'd brushed off everything. He seemed sweet, charming, hell even a little funny, but they didn't peg him for this. "Yes, you don't want to miss this, though next time, perhaps I should mix more aphrodisiac into the drink than muscle relaxers and sleep aids." 

Aphrodisiacs? The word spun in their head, before Sylvain touched his lips to theirs, his warm lips moving across their dead ones. "As expected, no reaction. No matter, you're body will still take to this babe, I promise I'll make it enjoyable."

Make what enjoyable? The thought barely finishes before the hand upon their thigh moves to the apex of their thighs, touching something that made their heavy body attempt to jerk. "Shh, it's okay baby, you don't have to do anything." Sylvain says, fingers swirling around their clit deftly. Despite the drugs, their body responds, the tingling feeling of pleasure buzzing in their brain despite the fact its unwanted. "Even without the aphrodisiacs, you're already so wet, you must really want to have my little crest babies."

"No-" Their voice is soft, stiffled, and they feel fingers move through their slick folds.

"No?" Sylvain mimics, looking down at them. It's a predatory type of look. "They always say that, but I always know that's what they want. You're not lying to me, are you?"

Even with their foggy brain and the buzzing feeling of pleasure coursing through them, they know they don't want this. Struggling, another wave of nausea sweeps over them, before a large hand wraps around their neck. "I keep telling you you shouldn't move, all you have to do is be a good little pillow princess for me to breed."

They can see Sylvain as he looms over them, sculpted muscles moving to cover their limp body as he spreads their legs further. They struggle against him, desperately attempting to move away from his nude form. No no no no no no no is the mantra rattling through their head, even as they feel sylvaoms free hand brushing some of their sweat soaked hair away from their face. "Shh, darling, it's gonna be okay." He soothes, yet there's no comfort as they feel his member against their wet pussy. They can't see him, but he feels huge compared to them, even as the head skims along their wet folds. They're almost thankful for the muscle relaxers, at least that'll make taking him less painful.

Sylvain takes his time grinding into their wet pussy, catching on their entrance a few time as he takes his time. It's like he's satisfied by the feeling of dragging his cock across their pussy, enjoying how they shift when the head of his cock moves against their clit just right.

"There we go, it doesn't feel that bad does it?" He asks, and before his partner could respond, he pushes the tip of his cock inside, forcing his way in. "Goddess, you feel so good around me already, hard to believe I've waited months for you to come around, playing hard to get." The words rattle in their brain, fingers curling at the feeling of Sylvain pushing himself inside their pussy. It hurt, the muscle relaxers doing little to actually save them from the pain of being stretched wide on a thick cock for the first time. 

"Hurts" They're not sure if it came out like they wanted, their tongue still feeling like lead as they struggled to move as Sylvain bottomed out. His breath fanned out across their face, tickling them lightly as the hand around their throat squeezed lightly as a reminder of it's position. 

"I know babe, I know. A little discomfort always comes before pleasure, though perhaps I needed to be the one to teach you that." His breath was feather light as it ghosted over their lips, before he pulled one of their thighs over his hip. "But to me, you feel like heaven now, especially after I had to go through the struggle of drugging you. It hurt me to do that you know, but you never once picked up on me flirting, so I had to."

I don't think you had to, you wanted to, the shackled human thinks as Sylvain moves a touch, his eyes sliding closed as he does. It's clear he's lost as he looks down at them. His lips are puffy and red, his brown eyes nearly black from his lustful haze.

"I'm going to make you mine, after tonight, everyone will know I've got my claim on you." Shortly after he finishes, he sets a slow pace, as if he's relishing the moment. The sound of slapping skin and metal jingling filling the air. It felt... odd. Sylvain pressed inside, filling them to the brim, yet as he pumped his cock inside them, he seemed to be searching inside. It isn't long before he hits something that makes them squirm, their eyes fluttering closed at the jolt of pleasure it brought. Sylvain must have liked that, because he ground into the spot, making the shackled figure shiver.

Sylvain kept going, muttering dirty words and confessions as his captive shivered and whined. They didn't want to admit it felt good, despite how dirty it was. They still didn't want this. Sylvain swiveled his hips, grinding into the spot he's found inside them. "Goddess, babe, I'm gonna cum inside, put one of my crest babies in you. You'd like thst, wouldn't you."

Shaking their head, they felt white hot tears prick their eyes as he hits their cervix with a rough thrust, pain mingling with the pleasure as he moves a hand down to play with their clit. It's enough to send them over, their own juices spilling over Sylvain's cock. He pumps his cock a few more times, the words 'mine, mine, mine" repeated on his lips, before he cuts.

After Sylvain cums, he gives a few more thrusts, before stilling. He's careful not to put his body weight down on their form, but instead moving them to the side. They're disgusted, crying despite the fact its over, and wanting comfort and to just leave. Instead, they have Sylvain moving to pull their arms to them, his fingers entwined with theirs as he presses a soft kiss to their forehead. "Everything is going to be okay babe, you're mine now." he says, shushing them softly as he snuggles up close. "Maybe in a few minutes we'll do round two though, just to make sure you're throughly claimed.

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Claude

• He cums a lot, like, a lot a lot. He's definitely going to leave his partner dripping 
• He has a HEAVY and thick cock, with a nice prominent vein along the underside. It's about 7 inches long when hard and just pleasant to look at.
• Not circumcised. His foreskin folds back really nicely when he's hard. 
• His balls are just as heavy looking as his cock, with a nice firmness to them.
• He's not shaven clean, but his hair is thick but kept neat. also it's soft.
• Claude really, and I mean really, Likes teasing, more specifically teasing his partner until they're teary eyed and begging. 
• Favorite positions are spooning and Lotus, just the intimacy of them.
• Also, v. into sensory play, particularly wax or feather play where His partner is blindfolded.

Lorenz

• He cums an average amount, and in little bursts usually until he's done instead of a single stream.
• His cock is more length over girth, and it curves just a little to the left. He's almost 8 inches when hard.
• Circumcised, and the head of his cock is such a pretty shade of red when aroused.
• His balls are tight to be honest, a little bit of a pleasant weight to them, but they're very close to his body.
• he tries to be gentlemanly with his partner, but he almost always winds up a little too excited and absolutely riding them into the bed.
• Favorite position is definitely cowgirl and missionary
• Kinda likes having his hair pulled, but he doesn't wanna admit he likes being manhandled.

Raphael

• Average amount of cum, but it does come out in a very nice even flow.
• He's girthy!!! Very heavy cock that's about 8 inches when hard, and it's got a little birth mark on the underside of it which is v cute.
• Not Circumcised, and his foreskin is a little longer than what you'd expect. Definitely need to roll it back a lil.
• Pretty Bouncy balls that are large, def make a nice plap plap sound when he's fucking.
• Big into intimate positions and likes to eat his partner out!!!
• Favorite position is Butterfly or Missionary.
• Absolutely wants to cuddle up and is big on after care even if he's not into kinks.

Ignatz

• He doesn't cum much, but he does have a steady stream
• A very pretty cock, even if he's not large. It's about 5 and a half inches hard.
• Not circumcised, but his foreskin is kinda on the short side. Folds back very, very easily.
• His balls are really cute and match his cock, but they're not small. Definitely make up most of the bulge you see in his pants.
• Very into body painting and other intimate play that can get messy. 
• Wouldn't mind being pegged, but his fave position is Lotus