#and all the more so if it lingers on the duke’s lips and neuvillette kisses it off…

[wri0thesley]

thought too hard about being shared by vampire wriothesley and vampire neuvillette and i fear i need to be spayed

[anantaru]

— how he kisses you

including neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, childe x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & suggestive (heavy descriptions of making out), very cute

— neuvillette + slow and passionate

neuvillette sighs out heavenly, a satisfying trace of you captivating his drunken lips when he takes your cheeks in his palms to make you look at him, then the man slowly slants forward until your body was drawn against the bed ever so softly.

a strong feeling of reverence— they always come back to his mind whenever he misses you and was forced to be apart from your soft lips, it's then and there, while neuvillette was occupied with his duties, that the man recognized that kissing you alone was bringing forth pure lightness in his life, an affection like no other and a state of simply being alive and living for the sake of it.

his lips now, finally gliding over yours a bit shaky and slow, but after a while it was followed by a passionate lap of tongue clashing across yours, a once gentle kiss that would always develop into much more than that— his tongue now, repeatedly nudges in the thick of your parted lips before he circles his wet muscle across your own, pricking at the nerves beneath the soft slide of your lips.

this form of love was shared by you, only you, and to neuvillette it was greatly more intimate than the act itself.

to note, but it was quite comical when you take his line of work into consideration, because the way the iudex kissed you felt stolen— like he'd take as much as you would give him, yet also more, he needs more, and he would indulge in it all, aside from eagerly gnawing down on your bottom lip before pulling away, his warm, lingering breathing so tenderly thumping over the saliva-stricken flesh of your lips.

then he deepens the kiss when you glissade your fingers into his long and lustrous hair, rounding your lips on top of his before a sheen outline of a satin-like whine travels from the expanse of your tongue and slithers into his tensed limbs— an eminence of a deep red manifesting, blazingly scarlet on the soft features of his face— holding a passion in this, in tasting you, and it's so unique to him that neuvillette's love for you was a boundless emotion, secured underneath his ribs, free to receive but only for you.

— wriothesley + strong and needful

an impassioned shortness of breath— and the shuffle of two frames moving beneath velvet sheets and darkened shadows when wriothesley holds your face gently in his hands before he skillfully shapes his wet muscle across your lips, spaciously molding and awaiting for entrance.

those revealing quickened breaths, they escape from his chaste kisses like they're bound to go with one another, interlace together at each new long sweep of his tongue running miles between your hearts— and ugh, the duke almost parades in a daze of your taste penetrating him, your fragrance manifesting on him until he smells of you, giving a little sigh of happiness as his bare lips were continuously hot and searing on top of yours.

but with your bodies relaxing in addition to your fire infused cheeks revealing a blossoming smile, your eyes are aglow, in a way wriothesley would never forget, not when such expression was the cause of deep happiness in him, one only you can bring forth.

desire floods your veins when wriothesley wraps his strong arms around your waist to press you close to his chest, weaving his fingers into the expanse of your shirt before his cologne planes over your flaring nostrils, adding a dot of pressure to your attempt to even out your quickening breathing.

it's almost too much— and your body was beginning to overflow on warmth, to the point where you were noticing your pulse thumping in your ears— and his broad body resting against your own was only aiding your current state, your lips pressed together and shifting, a mirage of faint sighs, cute smiles that were unveiling against you, unable to let go, not wanting to let go.

to say, wriothesley's kisses were always strong and curious, you noticed it from the very first day he had kissed you, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

because he wasn't like that— your wriothesley doesn't kiss you slow nor does he do it inexperienced, yet purely meshed in lust and need, and the man believes that it gets better each time he tastes you on his tongue, gripping you tight and refusing to let go when his head leans to the left ever so slightly before you mewl into his lips to make him swallow your sounds, only to give them back to you, his divulging noises hanging on every lap of his tongue spoken without requiring words.

— lyney + quick and excited

for starters, your boyfriend lyney will always leave you gasping for air, and when he first tastes you— there are no thoughts, no precise way and no plan, only a flame of a warm glow rising up on his face and somehow, you could tell his cheeks had to be deep red by now.

with the nuance of his spontaneous ministrations, lyney tilts his head before sliding his tongue past your glossy lips, that were a little wetter now, a bit hotter as well when you, audibly this time, whine into him but let yourself float in his wet laps of tongue and teeth faintly clashing together.

he mimics your movements, parades and calls out your weak spots, then recognizes the way he had to go on about it.

there's waves of saliva exchanging, it turned into an unending dance of barely touching each other but your lips slithering in tandem, slightly jittery when another shiver reglects inwards your figure, an indicating weakening of your knees as they shake— your boyfriend noticing how you're hanging on a thread.

your lips never break away from him all night, and you sigh contentedly at the feeling of becoming one with lyney— the reason? it's simple, because it shows a connection between two individuals, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate sweetness within yourself, a smile of shyness coming from some deep emotion.

and that's a beautiful thing to lyney, to someone who demonstrates a fake personality as a well known magician— that for one, there's something real he was able to feel and experience through you.

— childe + intense but delicate

in the general run of things, no one has ever made you feel like this except for childe— never has someone treated you with such devotion as he did, like you were something so fragile that he needed to protect, had to hold your face in his warm palms ever so gently, ever so featherlight.

to be treated delicately, just as a brief touch from a ray of sunlight, it's soft, and warm, and comforting— and for one, ajax gave you a smile of pure innocence, one that wasn't usual for someone holding the title of a harbinger, but with you it's like he can show a real connection, a hidden tenderness towards the person he desired.

don't panic, don't think, just focus, just let ajax focus on your lips and taste them on his tongue, outline them with the tip of his muscle as he nibs down before pulling away, a string of saliva keeping you both connected and intwined, his thumbs stroking slow circles on your warm cheeks before he draws himself back in again.

your mouths move upon one another intensely, then slowly, as he prances his tongue upon your mouth for another greedy taste— his flushed face an utter mess when you sigh out heavenly, his cheeks blushing brightly as he follows the motion of your pink muscle and glosses through your mouth with lust— like it's a natural force for him to suck on your tongue.

but he lifts his head for a little to regard your eyes that had been barely open, inhaling deeply and cherishing a moment such as this one when your bottom lip quivers of glossy saliva— the mere sight of you pulling apart every sense he had and impassioned him with terrible feverishness, like childe was about to take his shirt of due to experiencing intense swelter.

how precious of ajax to act out from a couple innocent kisses, right?

although remember— the man was seldomly home, and the sensation of having his gravel-bathed groans mingle together with your own sobs relaxes your shoulders greatly before you open your mouth a little more, your bodies struggling against each other.

who was allowed to touch more? experience and taste more, feel more, fuck, something that was turning you close to your breaking point.

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[monsieur-neuvillette]

He bit down on the patch of neck he was nuzzling, letting go to brush gentle kisses across the area, lowly purring, “My mate is adorable… and incredibly handsome… and pardon my language but very hot,” He murmured, kissing up his jaw, more than happy to compliment his mate, “He is an amazing man too, with a wonderful, amazing personality, and a truly charming smile that makes me fall in love all over again every time I see it…” He hummed, pressing his lips against Wriothesleys.

Each gentle kiss to his lips makes him melt a little more into his mate, relaxing more and more after each one and tugging his mate a little bit closer with a happy churr, “I am so happy to have you, my darling, to have these moments to live in with you… that you allow your guard to drop with me..,” He whispered, purring as he nuzzles into him.

He lets Wriothesleys hand rest there for a little while longer, a soft smile resting on his face before he pulled Wriothesleys hand away from his chest and up to his lips, kissing his fingertips, then trailing down to his palm, placing a lingering kiss there before lowering his mates palm to rest back against his heartbeat, purring loudly at this rate.

Gosh, his mate is so wonderful, his words delightfully honest, that he knows to be true, “It is a good thing we have eternity to attempt to learn how to express how much we absolutely adore each other,” then he’s cut off with a kiss, practically melting into it, leaving one hand on his dukes waist, the other trailing to hold his head gently, pressing into the kiss with a happy noise, remaining with his lips locked against Wriothesleys until his lungs demanded a breath, slowly and hesitantly pulling away, blush painting his face pink.

Briefly, hesitation showed in his face, shifting nervously for a moment with his wide smile softening, drawing his hands away from his mate much to his own disliking, reaching into his robes for something, giving a shy look to Wriothesley for a moment, a nervous look crossing Neuvillettes expression, “I am aware you have already proposed to me, but I wish for the opportunity to propose to you as well…”

He shifted, pulling a small black box out of his robes and moving to kneel down, taking one of Wriothesleys hands in his own as he went down, gaze going to look at Wriothesley hesitantly, “I cannot promise I will be a perfect mate for you, nor can I promise that I will always understand what you need, but I will do my best for you, I want to show you the depths of my love and be with you through both easy and hard times, I wish to experience the world with you at my side.”

With one more nervous look, he opened the box, showing a glittering gold ring in the same shade as Neuvillettes gold accessories, smooth with a red and blue line running through the middle, meeting with a small blur of purple between, two small sapphires sitting in the gold above the two lines with a few small red rubies in the gold on either side of the sapphires, odd, purposeful scratches resting on top of the blue and red streaks embedded in the ring, “Will you be my beloved husband for the rest of our eternity?”

How many people are simping for you?

Yoinked from @not-the-darknight :)

Ah… That was unexpected, his head tilting for a moment as his lips pressed thin, processing it for a moment, “I believe this is probably incorrect. I do not think everybody can simp for me, as I am not everyones… “type” I believe is the word.” Though his cheeks are still a bit pink from such an assumption.

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