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heavyhands · 1 year

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OVER THE YEARS IN HIS PIT - sett has seen fighters come and go from all walks of life and all reaches of their world. different styles, different peoples, beings not entirely human. rarely, did they impress him. rarely, did they pique his interest. at most he'd watch the bloodshed with unforgiving aureate, and at best he'd leap down into the pit and beat the victor to a pulp himself. it was an honor, after all, to face the boss - the king of this bloodshed and opulence and similarly den of debauchery and sin. but he didn't make a habit of it, especially with... this one.

ionian fighters were better. that was just a fact of life. sett knew it to be true deep within his vastayan bones. still, neither the kinkou nor the order frequented the pit - and a rarity indeed it was to watch their fabled shadow assassin move through his opponents like the darkness he favored. sett had begun the fight like he always did, leaning back on his throne as one of his lieutenants murmured quietly in his ear, fangs sinking into a ripe peach (his favorite, of course). truthfully, he'd only been half paying attention to the brawling before him but-

over time, he's leaning forward, the sprawl of long legs moving to accommodate the bulk of his arms as he watches with rapt attention - strong brows narrowed and ears alert. yes, watching kayn fight is thrilling indeed - the unhinged grace, the messy but refined brutality. sett watches. sett learns. sett...

they repeat this little dance. he watches him fight. over and over again. he watches him win every single time and each victory, each appearance of that glimmer of bloodlust in the other's eyes, each rivulet of sweat on flushed skin-

sett wants.

" hm. " kayn materializes at his side - the scent of his exhilaration, blood, and sweat hitting his heightened senses in full force. he peers at the younger with arched brows, before a slow curl begins at his lips. one side splits upwards in a smirk, revealing the barest hint of a fang. the other leans near his hand upon the armrest - close enough that he can reach out with his untrimmed claws and rake them down the warmth of a strong bicep but...

instead, sett leans into his space - closer to his wild and handsome features. his left hand raises then, and with the sharp nail of his index finger, he wipes a bit of splattered blood from the other's throat. aureate hues never leave kayn's own, as he brings the digits to his lips and licks his claw clean with a few laps of his tongue. " yeah, ya did pretty good. " he murmurs out, repeating the gesture with a bit more intent this time, enough so that he leaves behind the most delicate of scratches on flesh and his lieutenants are staring endlessly. " - little messy though. " a lilting smirk follows suit - before he stands.

as always, he towers over those near him, and kayn is no exception. " c'mon. " is the only command he gives, an absent hand waving away two nervous attendants as sett strides down the winding halls that lead underground - past the gambling dens and other... features - and to his corner office. sett's footfalls are silent as he walks for such a large man, but he is not silent in turn, occasionally flicking his ears back to ensure kayn follows him (not that he moves loudly enough to hear). " you sure do put up an entertaining fight. so entertaining, in fact, because you're almost perfect. " he admits, as they stride to the double doors that open on a flicker of his magic. " too bad- " sett turns on him then, the doors closing behind them both with an ominous click. when he speaks this time, it's lower, there is some sort of flicker in his gaze - pupils slitting and a bit more predatory as he watches - waiting. " - your back is so weak. afraid someone is gonna stab you there? "

@heavyhands / goose is holding just me at gunpoint

The way Kayn fights is mostly brutality, but he's not above adding a bit of flair as well. He left the scythe behind, though his mind aches like an addict's without it, begging to run back and hold it, and fights with his bare hands in the pit. He disarms his opponents with ferocious accuracy, ducking around attacks like he's mostly shadow already, waiting until he's close enough to strike. Then, occasionally, he brings his opponent down with their own weapon, though more often he'll toss it aside and force them into hand combat.

It's thrilling. He doesn't get to fight like this at the temple, not nearly as often as he'd like. Those fights are almost scripted, and designed to avoid injury. It's not the same as fighting to the death, either — it's longer. It's all too easy to kill someone nowadays, but to roust them so completely that they yield? That's a kind of power he's not used to. So when he's done, Kayn's exhilarated, eyes wide and hair sticking to his neck with sweat, chest splattered with blood and some more under his nails. He wants a bath and a bowl of hot ramen, but there's one more stop he has to make first.

Sett sits on his throne the same as always when Kayn arrives, still breathing hard from the exertion. His blood sings with the sheer joy of his brutal fights as he comes to lean confidently on the arm of the throne. "Well? I told you the might of the Order would not disappoint."

#umbane #spits this out like hot potato #boy i cannot wait for this-#* . ♛ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕. › verse i #* . ♛ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘜𝘙. › thread

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heavyhands · 1 year

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HUNGRY EYES FEAST, AND FEAST, AND FEAST - nearly unblinking in their gilded intensity. despite pupils having blown wide with evidence of his lust, the aureate circles still glow almost eerie in the dim lit - a firm reminder of sett's vastayan origins, and the beast that samples beneath his skin. carnal simplicity will surely entice it out soon - and he will sink teeth and kisses both into the pallor of aphelios' perfect countenance to mark and claim - to remap what he had lost in the lunari's absence. how fiercely he missed him, how passionately he adored him. had aphelios been back for a few days - he might have savored this encounter, but the other was like a drug and he had not had his fix in a very long time.

teeth and tongue continue their sweet perusal, nipping over ear lobe, along his jaw, the corner of soft lips, over his cheeks and sweetly upon the side of the pale column of his throat. at the same time - digits circle his rim, only stuttering and hesitating when aphelios' own svelte fingers traverse his chest, and sett's breath is hitching - his teeth catching lightly at the juncture of his chin because really - he was achingly hard and had paid no attention to himself whatsoever but-

even the slightest touch to his chest was enough to satiate him for a time, the burning sensation left in it's wake unbidden.

the reasons he loves aphelios are countless, too innumerable to even measure across the cosmos - but he can say with certainly that his occasionally playful and surprising nature oft reels him in, and it's no exception during their nightly entanglements. the tug at his hair is unsurprising, and even earns the other a smirk against his perfect skin, but what does startle him is the audible noise, the slide of his fingertips and the way the lunari drags him down, down down-

yes.

sett's low groan is audible, his entire body shivering with the force of his lust, vastayan ears flicking against aphelios' lips with their sensitivity. the deep timbre of his rarely used voice, the treat that came with him speaking at all... he almost has to close his eyes and breathe, to focus, before he damned it all and took aphelios then and there - more beast than man.

" phel... " he breathes in response, voice shaky, obviously entrenched within his desire. not one to be outdone, sett leans backwards then - the hand that had previously been coaxing aphelios' hardness instead finding a thigh and pressing it down to the sheets to spread him wide and lewd, open for his hungry gaze. a fang darts forward, biting a silken lip that he worries between his teeth only briefly. " well, i s'pose i shouldn't make you wait any longer then, huh? " and then he sinks a slick digit into him, long and powerful, and shivers once more.

it's a familiar sensation - but sett is still obviously eager. one rough palm keeps his lover spread before him like a feast, legs thrown wide and open for his taking, while that other hand works him with muscle memory. he pumps into him slowly at first, caressing the velvet warmth of walls available to him with sensuous circles, before adding a second digit. only then, does sett fuck a little harder - a little deeper, the pistoning of powerful hands searching for something special, something pleasurable - all while scissoring him to at least comfortably take what sett has to offer.

" it's been awhile. " he murmurs again, tongue darting across his lips. " let me just - " and then he finds it, that spot, satisfaction blooming as two fingers ruthlessly assault aphelios' bundle of nerves. at the same time, sett bows forward, powerful back bending as he watches - as he observes - drinking the debauched scene before him in with that bright, aureate gaze. " there we go. " a particularly deep thrust has his fangs showing again, his gaze flashing, nostrils flaring and body bowing even further forward. he wants in, wants to feel aphelios around him but patience, patience, patience. and yet, as gazes meet, as his onslaught slows - a third, and final finger slides home, pace reducing to near painstaking gentleness in an effort to open and preserve him for what's to come.

They both lead lives of such violence, fighting for their lives since they barely understood what they were fighting for, but both of them can put down their weapons here. Both of them can rest. And while there is violence in what they do between the sheets as well, there are times when Aphelios forgets that he is chosen of the moon, that he has killed more people than he could ever hope to remember. He forgets that Sett is the boss of the pit, and he forgets the noctum and his mission and all of it. Here, they are just Sett and Aphelios, and that is the greatest bliss of all.

Well, maybe the second greatest bliss.

Sett's hand is hot on him, and as Aphelios arches up against him, he also pushes into Sett's grip, begging him for more, always more. His tongue is attentive on Sett's fingers, his cheeks hollowing around them, and Aphelios is so caught up in carrying out the request that he doesn't get a chance to protest when Sett's other hand moves and leaves him cold and wanting. Reluctantly, at the press of Sett's palm, Aphelios releases his lover's hair and hand so he can lie on his back, arms bent on the pillow above the bed, the picture of debauched purity. His eyes, dark as they are, seem to gleam with desire as they take in the sight of his lover, of how much of him sits coiled between Aphelios' legs now. It's hard to breathe — his chest rises and falls a little too quick — but all that pales in comparison to his desire-drenched features. His eyelids are half lidded, his eyes dark and intense with want, his body pliant and responsive beneath Sett.

The noise he makes when Sett squeezes him would have been a moan if it were louder, but the fingers in his mouth garble it into something else. Aphelios arches up, stomach hollowing with each breath, like he's trying to look as appetizing as possible.

His eyes snap up. Sett looms over him, bringing their bodies closer together, and Aphelios takes in every second of it. He can feel the way the mattress shifts beneath the weight of his lover, and it sends a punch of excitement right to his gut. Sett is strong, sure, but it's the size of him that makes Aphelios squeeze his thighs and then slide the sides of his feet up Sett's legs to his hips. Sett looks beautiful in the low light, powerful and intense and entirely, madly, infatuated.

Aphelios is desperate. His breathing is hitched and short, even as he lifts his chin to give Sett better access to his neck and jaw, even as he tangles the fingers of one hand into Sett's hair and dig the others into his back. Sett's touch wanders as his lips tease Aphelios' skin, and Aphelios finally starts to squirm. The muscles in his thigh jump at Sett's touch, and then they finally loosen around Sett's hips, spreading just enough to let him in where Aphelios wants them most.

"Ah." The sound is soft, but the way Aphelios arches up against him is anything but. His grip twists in Sett's hair, but he's not someone to sit by and be teased. As if Sett even needs to ask. Sett touched himself, so he knows the need as well as how it will never come close to the real thing. The hand on Sett's back slips off, around his ribs and between them, trailing a gentle finger over Sett's pec and down his sternum, over his stomach and lower, right to —

Where his hand closes around Aphelios' arousal. As gentle as running water, Aphelios slides his hand beneath it to stroke himself the way he likes, the way that makes his hips squirm and his breath catch. Then, he drags Sett closer by his hair, brushes his lips against one of those sensitive ears, and responds in his low voice the simplest, "Yes."

#weldlune #nsfw #* . ♛ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕. › verse i #* . ♛ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘜𝘙. › thread #i will always return for this thread tbh #tosses this reply out like a wet pancake

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heavyhands · 1 year

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I just wanted to draw some abs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#* . ♛ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘚𝘚? 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚. › visage

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heavyhands · 1 year

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about settrigh.

#listen #i know he's based on a wolverine #but people mistaking him for a cat boy #and pissing him off #that's my fave #ooc

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heavyhands · 1 year

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Spirit Blossom Sett by Piscina

#* . ♛ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘚𝘚? 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚. › visage #* . ♛ 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘛 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘔. › verse ii

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heavyhands · 1 year

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tag dump version 2.0 2023 edition

#* . ♛ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘚𝘚? 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚. › visage #* . ♛ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕. › verse i #* . ♛ 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘛 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘔. › verse ii #* . ♛ 𝘕𝘖 𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘕' 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘐𝘛. › isms #* . ♛ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘜𝘙. › thread #* . ♛ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕' 𝘖𝘍 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕' 𝘖𝘍 𝘊𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘚. › prompt #ap /#* . ♛ 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕' 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘚𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘚. › answered #ans /#* . ♛ 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘚... 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘓𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘌. › headcanon #* . ♛ 𝘐'𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘉𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘜𝘚𝘒. › dynamic ( 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 )#hc /#tag dump

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heavyhands · 1 year

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@weldlune -- continued from here

THOUGH THE PENCHANT FOR CRUELTY run deep within his veins - an unabating need for submission - for aphelios - he is a doting lover. unfathomable adoration and passions burgeon in the depths of settrigh's soul, blossoming in demonstrations of both love and lust - jealousy and want - anger and sadness. what they had was an inferno, a burning warmth that pulled them together time and time again and even distance, even aphelios' duty could not keep them separate - could not keep sett from taking him apart, and putting him back together again.

oh, i've missed you - he thinks to himself as they part and he can take full, candid view of the naked form of his lover, of what called him home from violence and sin to a warm bed and warmer arms. aphelios is so painfully, serenely, ethereally beautiful it does something to his brain - shorts it out even further while his fingers are buried in the warmth of his mouth and his hand is coaxing worn callouses along his length. yet sett is greedy. he wants to see more. feel more. touch more. so he pauses the careful stroke of his fingers upon the other, using that hand to press firmly into the lunari's hip so he might lay supplicant upon his back instead - sprawled beneath him, with sett between long legs like some piece of artwork.

hand replaced upon the hardness between them, sett continues his meticulous strokes, while two fingers press down upon aphelios' tongue, nail scraping lightly over the muscle, and then go lax in his mouth. the whole time - sett is unblinking, focused like a predator on it's prey, the aureate of his eyes glowing bright in the dimness of his bedroom, almost animalistic in their gleam.

" that's it. " he croons delicately, deep tenor sensuous and adoring, " so good for me, phel. " he punctuates his statement with a harder squeeze, thumb rolling over the head of him, as his hand slips from now slick lips with a wet pop. " did you know- " the pit boss leans forward then, the great mass of him shadowing the lunari's slighter frame, and his lips sliding carefully over his jaw. damp fingertips slide upon the soft flesh of aphelios' inner thigh, and sett makes his destination clear with a scrap of his nails upon pale flesh. " i thought of you, every day and every night- " a probbing finger, as sett whispers in his ear, the brunt sharpness of his fangs tangling upon the lobe with a playful nibble. " touched myself too. i wonder- " he circles his entrance, never quite dipping in, as gilded hues meet his lover's new moon bright ones, and he offers him a fanged smirk, pupils blown wide with lust and lips marred by their shared kiss.

" -- did you do the same, phel? "

#weldlune #nsfw #here you go r literally two years later #you ever like a thread so much you reply to it two years late?#thats me with our stuff #* . ♛ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕. › verse i #* . ♛ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘜𝘙. › thread

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heavyhands · 1 year

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❝ ah, the 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 trying to 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 just 𝗮𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. ❞

#𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐕 𝐘 𝐇 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐒. a private and highly selective/mutuals only roleplay blog for sett, the boss of riot game's league of legends. largely headcanon based and at times, canon divergent. nsfw material heavily present, minors and those under 21 please dni ! penned by goose. 29. she/they.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. / 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i. this blog is private & selective for my own comfort, meaning i follow back people i intend to write with. this means i'm mutuals only as well, and will not interact with followers that are not mutual. if you are a personal blog, don't follow or interact with me - no exceptions.

ii. sett is multiverse / multiship / crossover / oc / au / duplicate friendly. i absolutely will not interact with blogs where the mun's age is not listed, or is below the age of 21. if you follow me and are younger than 21, i will soft block you; if necessary this may turn into a hard block.

iii. i do not do drama. i don't care what beef you had or have with someone. please do not lay it on my doorstep. i don't want anything to do with it. call out post reblogs are fine, but if they are in excess, i will likely unfollow you for my own comfort as well.

iv. shipping is great. i absolutely love shipping. however, romantic shipping is not the priority of this blog, and i prefer to develop a bit of a repetoire with muns before diving headlong into a ship. that said - if interested, feel free to dm me!

v. my activity is sporadic, as this is a hobby and not my main blog. additionally, i run a number of other blogs on top of this one. if for whatever reason i don't like something you've tagged me in, please feel free to message me with it. i'm also a rather wordy writer, and do format my posts. i do not expect the same from my partners, as quality over quantity is always appreciated.

vi. nsfw will likely be highly present on this blog due to the nature of sett and the plotlines i tend to explore. as such, i (again) ask that you do not follow or interact with me if you are under the age of 21. no exceptions.

#i.#ii.#iii.#iv.#v.#vi.#vii.#viii.#ix.#x.#pinned post.

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heavyhands · 1 year

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peeks head in. would y'all still love me if i was active again even tho it's been two years.

#tbt #asking for a friend....#it's me #im the friend

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heavyhands · 4 years

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SETT HAS HAD NUMEROUS LOVERS ACROSS HIS life, some leaving more memories than others. He knew he was gorgeous, knew that men and women and those alike salivated for a taste of the apex predator, an alpha male who was completely self made. He was as good in bed as he was at fighting - that is to say, absolutely extraordinary. That was all well and good but... Aphelios had been the one to turn him on his head. He had been the one to learn all the buttons to press on him, all the proper tells and signals that set his soul and heart aflame outside of pure carnal desire. While he may have often maintained the role of instigator and more dominant figure, it was so easy to see who truly held the reins here, and it was Aphelios... pure, and without question. Every little gasp, little roll of his hips... it set him ablaze. He wanted more, more, more but...

He always wanted to drive Aphelios wild.

His rough fingertips are intent on staking out another familiar claim betwixt pale thighs, intent on feeling the silken skin to it’s patch before returning to the beginning. He could do this for hours, in theory, just map the Lunari’s body with his hands... with his mouth. But that was cruel (even for him), so he let that hand retreat, dipping along the outer hip then, the curve of his waist. Aphelios has always been that quiet sort of demanding, the kind that he could struggle to deny regardless of the circumstances. This was one of those occasions, with that warm rear meeting his heat, over and over, and providing light but desperate friction to an area that he was having much more trouble ignoring than just a moment ago.

It was easy to see that his lover’s actions were having the intended results upon his lean frame. A huff of pleasure parts his lips, fingers digging into that hip with brief intensity as he grinds up to meet him, slow and rough, enough to drag out a shot of desire through him once more. Sett is growling then, and the intonation trails off to a breathy noise when those fingers (wretched things) search for his ear and send his senses haywire with the series of touches. “ Fuck, Aphelios- ” His voice rumbles deep in his chest, and every inch of Sett stills, just for a moment, golden eyes half lidded as he stares down at his lover, stares down at the way his lips are parted, beautiful eyes open, pale countenance flushed... and Sett groans again, loud and clear, before claiming that mouth with his own.

This kiss is not slow or sensuous. It is not his usual savoring of their love. Instead it’s rough and wild, intense possession and saturated with his overwhelming desire. Sett could be a ruthless lover - and this was one of those times, hands on that jaw, lips devouring him completely and finally... finally he lets his palm close around the Lunari’s arousal, and gives it a slow, delicate pump. The sensation has him shivering, despite the heat of their position, and he leans backwards just slightly, if only to watch Aphelios’ features cycle through the looks he adored so much. Touch, after touch, after touch.... Sett knows how to work him over, knows how to drag this out, make him squirm... and he does. Each hot kiss upon his neck, each squeeze of his hand is a statement: ‘Mine. Mine. I missed you. Mine.’ He does not say it aloud, but it’s in every touch, every breath.

Finally, the hand at Aphelios’ jaw drops away - or rather, instead the index and pointer finger swipe tauntingly across his plump lips. The Boss lowers his head then, hot breath caressing the rounded slope of an ear... and hums out his desire. “ Suck. ” He demands, pressing calloused pads past his lips. And it is quite evident in the way his hand continues to pump the Lunari, and the way his hips continue to roll into him, that Sett is no longer much in the mood for teasing him further.

#weldlune #; nsfw #&. ( threads ) / SETT: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 #the boy is about to go fERAL

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heavyhands · 4 years

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weldlune‌:

He has been gone a long time. The journey back to Targon overseas is long enough, and his duties kept Aphelios there longer than he would have liked. Targon will always be his home, he thinks; its cold edges were all he knew until only so recently … But it feels, too, like he has always known Sett. That they have always been impossibly caught up in one another. He cannot remember a time before Sett, before he woke up in these silk sheets, so different from the hides and furs of Targon, the easy, natural construction of his home so different from the hard angles of the Lunari caves. And did he mention the silk sheets? Sett’s complained many a time that Aphelios seems to give the sheets more attention than him, which is totally unfair when he spends every waking moment with Sett, and only some of them with the sheets, but …

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TENDER CONDEMNATION IS WHAT KEEPS him fixated on Aphelios like this, unable to resist the soft slope of his much slighter frame, the sharp but delicate edges of his body. Sett had been attracted to him the moment their eyes had locked in his pit, and with each event that had followed his adoration, respect, lust, and finally love had grown every day - until he felt like perhaps he might burst with it should Aphelios not be around to receive. The weeks into months he was gone was always visibly draining to him. His employees were quieter, his mother kinder, and people did not test the half-beast boss near as much as they might of. There was a tangible difference to his moods without Aphelios at his side, in his bed. But each time he saw that perfect pallor, the mop of night-sky hair... it all dropped away.

Each time the Lunari returned to him, Sett remapped each mark he was familiar with making, each symbol of possession. It was a feral part of him, something carnal that he had to provide lest Aphelios forget the man waiting at home for him. The way the other receives him though, even in a sleepy stupor... muscles relaxing and his head tilting... Sett cannot help but smirk into his flesh. He knew where he belonged - in Sett’s arms, and vice versa. Aphelios looked like a dream against his pristine sheets, pale skin, dark hair, and dark tattoos stark against the sky blue... yet Sett cannot take the time to map the image to memory (along side many others) as he would have liked, because he is responding to him and the knowledge shoots heat straight to his core.

A hungry growl rumbles deep within his chest, punctuated by a squeeze to that hand holding his own. He huffs his breath against his ear, that neck, and he obliges the silent request. Lips trail sweet, sweet kisses over the pale column of his neck, his jawbone. He murmurs delightedly at the movement of a long leg, and responds with a soft nibble right below his ear, once more growling out that approval. Sett takes a moment to bask in the feel of his lover’s long fingers pressed against his own, flexing his worn knuckles beneath his, before beginning the teasing descent of playful digits. He was clearly not above taking his time, winding up Aphelios in ways only he knew how, despite being absolutely hungry for his touch.

Purring sweetly with the flex of digits in his rose hued locks, Sett flicks his ears obligingly towards the other’s hands, while his own twined fingers continue their movements. Completely bypassing where he knows Aphelios wants his palm to be, he instead moves his fingers over the curve of his perfect rear, nails digging in lightly. Detangling his hand from his lover’s own, he slips his digits betwixt those perfect thighs, running callouses teasingly close to the apex. The feeling, the heat... Sett huffs his approval again, practically shuddering with delight. Once more, a strong arm worms it’s way beneath Aphelios’ neck, gently propping his head up part way. It gives Sett the ability to grip his jaw lightly in his free hand, and with the leverage he leans forward slightly, trailing a ghost of kisses upon those petal soft lips. All the while, the hand between his thighs teases, nails digging in lightly, and his own hardness pressing wantingly into that pert rear.

“ Oh, I’ve missed you, Aphelios. I’ve missed this. ”

#weldlune #; nsfw #&. thread: fine ionian silk #ahems softly

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heavyhands · 4 years

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@weldlune--x;

THE ROAR OF THE PIT HAS LONG SINCE faded in his mind, a distant Siren’s call that he has chosen to ignore. Rare, for Sett to fight these days, but sometimes he can’t resist the need for blood, can’t resist the urge to remind would-be assailants just why he was top dog. A few times every year, he took to the line up, and every time he won. He always did it at random, refusing to allow others to prepare for the oncoming beat down. This session had been particularly brutal - if only because he’d been pent up for far too long. It wasn’t so much anger that had him going, breaking face after face with gilded knuckles and magic-backed punches. It was pent up aggression, a side effect of Aphelios absence in his life, an even more prevalent one because he knew that his lover was at home in his bed, fresh off travels, and probably still fast asleep. Truly, a nocturnal creature, even if the sun had begun to slip low on the horizon.

He enters his home with a bit of a huff, shoulders rolling backwards to loosen tightening and tired muscles. Though his body had developed the pleasant ache of post battle, his mind was still high on the adrenaline, the need that came with his climb to the top. He preened his dominance on days like this, sat high upon his proverbial throne and flexed the feral parts of him that were pure bred beast. It was a consequence of enigma within him, a storm of both desire for the lover in his room and the need to simple lavish him with affection. Unfortunate for Aphelios to show up the day that Sett had chosen to make an appearance in the pit. Or perhaps truly fortunate? Sett would hardly be surprised if the Lunari had a preference for his loss of control.

Knuckles clink faintly on his desk as he sets them aside (dried blood coating one), and slowly he peels himself out of his vest, tossing it to the floor before his room. The door slides open without a sound, and he hones in on the sleeping form betwixt his silken sheets like a beacon, lips spreading in a slow, feral smile. The room is dark, curtains drawn tight but the low burn of a nearby candle illuminates Aphelios’ lean frame, back to the door, cut so perfectly against the sky blue of rumpled sheets. He’s a beautiful picture like this, resting so peacefully on what Sett thinks might be his side of the bed. Quietly, he commits it to memory, and then... he lets the urges take over.

One finger hooks through the fine Ionian silk sheet, just barely above those delicious hips, and pulls it downwards slightly. Sett practically purrs at the sight presented to him. A knee hits the bed, and one hand falls near his lover’s head, while he swoops downwards, trailing soft kisses over his back, his shoulder, up towards his neck. A light press of fangs to his pulse, and he huffs out his desire while calloused digits roam over the upper part of a soft, soft thigh. Slowly then, he sinks his side onto the mattress, that same hand pressing instead to the dip of his lover’s stomach, while his hips seek the warmth of a still barely silk-covered rear. If his intentions weren’t already clear enough, surely the press of his lower half, the radiating heat there, got his point across. “ Wake up. ” He murmurs the words into a delicate ear. “I wanna remind you that you’re mine. ”

#weldlune #&. ( threads ) / SETT: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 #&. thread: fine ionian silk #; suggestive

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heavyhands · 4 years

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MONSTER , DODIE SENTENCE STARTERS .

“ tell me again about how it hurts . ” “ get out of my room . ” “ my smile is wiped clean . ” “ isn’t it weird to be so mean ? ” “ i’m guessing that i’ve grown horns . i guess i’m human no more . ” “ i’ve grown horns . ” “ i’m human no more . ” “ i can tell i’ve rotted in your brain . ” “ oh , how easily passion twists . ” “ you think i’m a crazy bitch . ” “ i will talk to you the only way i know how to . ” “ i speak through sharpened teeth . ” “ you break the rules . ” “ spikes grow through your skin . ” “ please let the devil in . ” “ this ends badly , then . we knew it would . ” “ i won’t eat my words ; they don’t taste good . ” “ a thousand words shall be left unsaid . ” “ i think it might be worth a try . ” “ are we ready to let this thing die ? ” “ a monster’s here . ” “ you plug your ears . ” “ i’ve seen this before . ” “ we’re both guilty of black and white thinking . ” “ through my red eyes , you look pale . ” “ we’re two ugly creatures . ” “ we’re just a couple of monsters . ”

#pensive #; ask prompt

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heavyhands · 4 years

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them.

carry pick them up.

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down.

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement.

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

#&. ( ask prompt )#ill get to these tomorrow #heading to bed to nurse my wounded pride akfkfksnngmfk

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heavyhands · 4 years

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

#&. ( ask prompt )

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