#fontaine men

[shomixremix]

Post-sex cuddles ft. the Fontaine boys ♡︎

I just finished the Fontaine Archon quest and couldn't help but make something fluffy and smutty <3

tags: Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, afab! reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, implied smut, mentions of rough sex, fingering, pussyeating

-> the world turns quiet as you and your boyfriend take a couple of breaths after a particularly rough love-making session.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> lyney

"are you alright, dear?" your boyfriend asks, as his lips slide down your slick skin. your chest is having as you're trying to catch you breath. that, of course, is a little difficult, considering that two of the magician's slender fingers were still nestled snuggly deep in your cunt.

"mh! mhphh-!" you tried to moan at his torturously slow movements, yet his lips on yours didn't allow that. the kiss was soft and warm, just a quick peck to soothe you and shut you up.

"shhhh.. relax, my love. one more, hm?"

your fingers tightened in his silverish hair, the one you tried petting after the last round, foolishly thinking it was indeed the last. you should've known lyney would want more. especially with those talented hands of his...

your pussy tightened around his digits, desparate to get him to move faster. after how he railed you only mere moments ago, this change of pace was very unwelcome. if he wanted you to relax and unwind, he shouldn't be doing this!

"noo, lyney!" you whine, pulsing around his fingers. "you promised! no more!"

with a kiss on your forehead, your boyfriend finally pulled out his fingers.

"okay, okay, dear. are you surely alright? i didn't overdo it?"

"mmm..." you shake your head, eyelids closing by themselves. "no.. 'ts okay, Lyney... 'm not hurt.. felt good..."

he cuddles you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and lovingly soothing your back. he smiles, knowing all too well that soon he will hear adorable little snores.

-> neuvillette

you had gotten worried. he had not said a word, he didn't even look at you - face-down laid on your warm, sweat-covered bosom, Neuvilette rested quietly. truth be told, this was the roughest love-making you've had in a while, and you didn't mind all this comfortable silence. you needed a break too.

"love?" you call out to him, gently clearing his large back of his long hair, letting your fingers soothe him.

his response consisted of two parts: 1. the low, almost dragon-like growl emerging from his chest that you have grown to love, and 2. the way his large palms squeezed your waist, kneeding at the flesh.

you chuckle at his behavior, not even expecting what's coming next. you had assumed the two of you would make your way to the baths, perhaps share a meal and doze off to bed... yet, neuvillette had other plans.

suddenly, you felt the warmth of his tounge sliding on one of your tits, circling the nip. his mouth quickly opened, sucking the boob in his mouth.

"oh! neuvi! ohhhh.... oh!" you moan, rolling your eyes back as you relax into his touches. how was it possible that this dragon-man, who was just now splitting you in half on his dick, had your body melting under his touches yet again?

"you taste so good, little one" he pants as he deataches himself from you for a brief moment, only to move on to your other boob. for him, this wasn't just a way for the both of you to unwind after your particularly tense night - it was a delicious feast, one he was going to take advantage of.

"mmmphh.. thought we said we are gonna rest now, hm, Chief Justice?"

you saw him smirk for a second, even though his lips were still busy on your tits. one of your hands stayed on his back, caressing it lightly, while the other made its' way up to his hair, twirling it around your fingers.

what a perfect end to your already incredible night with your lover...

-> wriothesley

"fuck, baby... you taste so good..." he groaned into your wet cunt, his tounge drilling into your hole and greedily lapping up at the juices.

when your boyfriend mentioned a few moments ago that he had an idea how to get you to relax and, in his words, "properly take care of you" after he had just broken you on his cock, you certainly didn't think that it would be by coaxing yet another sweet realese out of you with his mouth.

"ah! mh! mpphhh!! aaahh- ah, Wrio!"

you cried out desparately, bucking your hips up to meet his tounge half way. there was nothing about his pussyeating that could be described as relaxing - in fact, he ate you out like a man starved. you knew damn well that his "relaxing" was just a cover so he could get his tounge in you, yet you let him anyway. it wasn't like he needed much convincing.

his tounge worked it's magic, thrusting twice inside your weeping hole then twisting once skillfuly around your pulsing clit.

"oh! so close, sososososo close! Wrio, please! please, I need- need this, need you! ahhh, Wrio! please!"

not a second later, Wriothesley flicked his tounge on your nub just in the right way, making you collapse instantly. as soon as you rode out your orgasm on his tounge and let him lap up the remains, his lips were on your belly, this time with the real intention to soothe.

"you did great, doll. took it like a real champ, y'know? now, anything hurts? just tell me of you need me to kiss or massage anywhere.."

you shake your head, opening your arms wide. nothing needed to be massaged or kissed, you simply needed to be in his arms. your boyfriend, a smart man, caught on quickly, bringing you into his hold.

despite your protests, wriothesley continued to kiss at your skin, gently soothing you to a calming slumber.

[cocrante]

"It's just a few steps, I can go by myself" he said.

"I'd rather you stayed" he whispered, planting a tender kiss on his wrist.

"Are you perhaps trying to take advantage of an old, drunk gentleman?" he chuckled to himself, moving closer and wrapping his arms around the body of his lover that he had often desired.

"I could and I'd eagerly do so" he replied to the teasing, burying his face in the hollow of his neck, sensually moving his lips towards his ear. "But I only desire for you to remain" he whispered, pulling away and holding his hands, kissing them.

"You're being unfair" he pouted like a child.

"You're right" he smiled, aware that he had pushed the boundaries too far, and he too had become aroused. "As punishment, I'll keep you in my bed, and I can be embraced by the most attractive man in all of Paris and the entire world"

"It appears to be a victory for you rather than a punishment" he pouted, playing along with their absurd game.

"Do you agree to stay?" he asked, sweetly, playing with his lover's fingers.

"I agree to stay" he sighed, raising his eyes dramatically to the sky.

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[bbaycon]

You can’t gimme two dragon men and expect me to not crave to see them together … YOU CAN’T

Gotta click for a better quality tho - I

Gosh I love Neuvillette

If he’s not the hydro dragon then WHAT

Have I just went crazy the moment he came out to the point where i couldnt focus on anything else .. maybe yes maybe not

[melaninpov]

John Boyega in Mens Health

[ccalxx]

Fontaine's Chief Justice (Iudex) - Neuvillette

[nacrelysis]

NEUVILLETTE YOU CAN'T JUST INTERRUPT SOMEONE'S ANIME TRANSFORMATION LIKE THAT

[katabay]

”—ah. seems like mother goose has been playing around in your egg salad. if you won’t dance to that tune, I got others.”

honestly, the would you kindly scene is whatever to me*, code yellow is the more interesting violation/betrayal of the body because of how beautifully it escalates the Fontaine reveal/betrayal and shows how ugly some of those ‘locks and keys’ that Tenenbaum mentions are. not only have you been a tool in another man’s hand this entire time, it goes deeper. your body is not your own.

*there used to be a meandering thought here about the would you kindly scene, but it was really just talking around the fact that I spent way too many years seeing people discuss it in the most insufferable and reductive ways possible when it’s a combination of three or four other things that make that moment compelling lmao

collage credits: heart one/heart two

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[r0-boat]

I think about him a normal amount

Bby girl Subby!Neuvillette

There is no God only dragon cock.

Gn!reader

Sub!Neuvillette x gn!reader

Nsfw

Chief Justice is so tired so overworked he needs a break he needs to lay in his partner's arms I feel their fingers comb through his hair until he falls asleep.

Neuvillette has never been gentle with anyone else like he is with you. He hesitates before putting his hands on you. It's not that he doesn't want to touch you. It's that he's afraid that you might break if he did. The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you, no matter how many times you made him either go or left marks all over his skin.

Neuvillette is very gentle with you but he doesn't mind if you give him a little pain in fact he quite enjoys when you sink your teeth into a skin hard enough to leave a mark on his neck it feels like you've claimed him. If you hurt him then Praise Him for taking it he'll come on the spot.

He knows he's far stronger than you, but he lets himself fall into the bed when you push him down onto the mattress, his breath shaky as blood rushes South seeing you crawl on top of him.

Your light touches and soft hands slowly stroking his cock feels so good he tries to stay silent but he knows that you'll squeeze the whimpers and moans of 'more', 'harder', and 'please' out of him sooner or later.

His eyes rolled back, your gum walls milking his cock for all he's worth. Neuvillette could no longer hold back his noises. The overwhelming pleasure was almost unbearable; He could feel his balls. He couldn't help but buck his hips feeling so close to filling you up, yet he was not allowed to come. Your hand was around his pretty throat as you bounced up and down his fingers digging into your thighs with nothing but the sounds of the rain hitting your window and the wet sounds of sex.

However, his favorite sensation is when you roughly tug on his hair while you take him over and over. He loved feeling his hair wrapped in your hand. He loved how you pet him afterward, running your fingers through his hair, your fingernails grazing against him. Never had he felt so loved.

He might be the Chief Justice, but at home or alone with you, your word is law. If you wish, he'll be on his knees for you as soon as the both of you get home, ready to serve and please you.

When you leave the poor thing pent up insensitive, he practically crawls over to you, he wants to beg for you to let him come beg for you to make him feel good, but the words can't come out. Only a raspy whisper of "please, touch me." leaves his lip.

He could never admit that your suggestion too have sex with him in the Opera Epiclese gets him excited. He is the Chief Justice and it's against public decency but the idea of someone seeing you mark him as yours never fails to make him hard.

He has thought about you tying him up with rope many many times though he has no way to bring it up. He wants to be completely at your mercy.

[luxxid]

a head was propped up on your bulging belly as you treaded through the cottony streaks of wriothesley's hair, your lips parted as you watched him in a moment of solace. his bulky arms tied around your waist as he rested his body on yours, his face facing your belly. his eyes were about to fall into a slumber before he felt a protruding feeling to his face. a small protruding shape out curved from your stomach. "mhh the bean is awake," wriothesley mumbles, stroking your belly with his scarred fingers. "don't kick your mom too hard, you hear me? or else you'll be in timeout when you come out of there." he promulgated to your unborn child in a soft, deep tone, his eyes were laid on your belly for some time before recanting to his previous position.

that was until he felt yet another stirring sensation within your belly. he lifted his head up, a playful smirk beholding his lips as he glimpsed at your buoyant visage. "seems like they're quite stubborn. reminds me of someone i know." you retorted softly, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "well, it seems like they've inherited a bit of my determination," the raven haired male replied, gently placing a coarse hand on your belly. "i can't wait to meet our little bundle of joy." his eyes speak for themselves, he couldn't wait to meet his child and hold them in his arms for the first time.

[lyss-sketchbox]

My friend's only critique to this was wrio should be cuffed with his own handcuffs

[zerozeroren]

Finally, one of Sophie's bandmates arrived! This is Rosalie Fontaine aka Ro. She plays the keyboard, writes songs and DMs on the side. I'm not feeling well I'll drop her story beats later with the rest of the gang when i get to them

[aeripq]

Can I apply for general relationship hcs with Lyney? He seems so naughty to me lol

lyney, at first glance, is 100% a charmer. he’ll charm his way to your heart, wink his way to your home, and gaze his way into your soul.

underneath his playful exterior, however, lyney is, at heart, really fragile. he’s like a porcelain plate- a shake too hard and he shatters.

in a relationship lyney is really considerate. he always has you on his mind. he loves giving you small gifts. by small gifts, i mean extraordinarily expensive rings, bracelets, necklaces, and other jewelry. there’s just something about having a gold L adorning your finger that makes him giggle with pride.

lyney loves being intimate with you. no, not like that. he loves waking up next to you and just holding you- relishing in your presence. he loves slowly dancing in the kitchen, swaying back and forth and resting his forehead against yours. it makes him feel so close to you. <3

lyney always looks for you first whenever he’s performing. it not only boosts tf out of his ego, but fills him with an inflating sense of pride and confidence to push the performance to its limits.

lyney is really big on flowers. he likes giving them to you, but, he loves receiving them. it makes him feel so appreciated and special that you went to such lengths to prove your love to him. he’ll cut the stem of a rose and stick it in his hat, showing it off and flaunting it during his performance.

lyney actually enjoys pottery. it was a quick pass time from when he was younger, but he has grown to fall in love with the art.

lyney absolutely adores physical affection. he’s not super into big pda, but is 100% not afraid and willing to wrap an arm around you, lace your fingers with his, or give you some light butterfly kisses. if you return the affection? he’s marrying you. he needs someone to both physically and mentally reassure him, and to do that he needs you to comb your fingers through his hair, or hold his face and tell him you love him.

in private, lyney is all over you. sleeping on you, kissing you, hugging you, touching you, he never lets up.

a/n:: you ask i shall deliver. hope these r ok bubs <3 ❤️

WRITTEN BEFORE LYNEY’S RELEASE!!! also do not copy, repost w/o permission, change, or post onto other platforms. ty! ❤️

[cocrante]

I can't help but imagine that Wriothesley is a sensual man and the first time Monsieur Neuvillette shares a bed with him, he spends part of the time admiring that naked body, gently caressing his hairy chest as if tracing a tantalizing path

[yandere-daydreams]

how reader and the prison guards look at each other during the two hour elevator ride out of the fortress post wriothesley dick appointment (it's the fourth time this week) ((it's also tuesday)))

[harmonysanreads]

giving many kisses to 🕯️anon for their neuvillette masterpiece xx If 🕯️anon has anymore thoughts on yan!neuvillette, I’m begging for more. please allow me to add my own brainrots in the conversation <3

Imagine if neuvillette put on trial someone from a foreign nation. Maybe a sumeru scholar traveling to fontaine for their thesis or a liyuean opera trope performer recently gifted a trip to fontaine. someone deeply engrained with their nation’s culture.

Only to be imprisoned under false charges all under neuvillette’s direction. Once under false charges, they’ll never be allowed to leave fontaine again, either imprisoned and under guard or in debt in neuvillette and reliant on his word to maintain their innocence.

Imagine being forced into a perpetual cycle of Fontaine’s latest fashion trends, their old thin silky robes being traded for layers and layers of billowy skirts. To engage in daily rigid suffocating etiquette every second rather than the causal and loose atmosphere of their home. Listening to fontaine’s ballet and opera rather than Nilou’s free spirited dancing or traditional Liyuean opera.

All the cultural whiplash and rigid etiquette of both neuvillette and the public watching their every move with no support, no family would break anyone.

Perhaps while they feel as if they are alone, burning the midnight oil to polish over a mistake neuvillette harshly critiqued earlier, they hum a little melody. Something reminiscent of their homeland, a lullaby passed down from parent to child. Humming turns into small sobs until their tune is a cohesion of broken choking and nostalgic memories, crumbling under the weight of neuvillette’s now very present shadow next to their desk.

They say, home is where the heart is and you've never resonated with a sentence more in your life.

Before, the meaning of home used to be simple, mundane, something you wouldn't even consider that gravely. Home used to be the buzzing of the busy populace at the ports and streets, it used to be dishes dashed with spices of all kinds, it used to be the reassurance of familiar faces. These blurs of happenstances once made your heart flutter with solace, solace that home was at your fingertips. Now, they only torment you with regret for not cherishing them more — because as it is, humans only understand the value of something once that has been snatched away.

Your ears almost don't pick up the soothing hushes leaving Neuvillette's lips, his arms pressing you further in his embrace. Your tears stain his night-robe but he doesn't seem to mind. You allow it as well, your mind too broken to think, your body too numb to push and your being too desperate to let go of this gesture of affection. You should be furious at him for the things he's done, you should scream, kick, curse, hit —and he'd agree that you wouldn't be guilty of that. Normally, he'd take initiatives to harshly criticize this ungraceful behavior and then the lengthy programs to correct it and it'd go on and on til one of you broke (it's always you).

Even when Neuvillette initiates affection, it's never to actually comfort you. They're delivered as rewards because you followed his wishes. But at this night while the rest of Fontaine slumbers and you break, his arms feel secure for once. So you don't struggle and let him coo and hold you tight, you wonder if he adjusts his intentions precisely because you offer no resistance.

Your words sink in his clothes, only a ‘I want to go home’ escapes with enough coherence for it to catch the judge's attention. He lifts your face up to meet his gaze, fingers brushing away stray tears.

“You are at home, this is your home now.” you expected the words to be plain and stern, but they come off as whispers as well. You would've known even if he didn't bother to say, because he's inscribed them in your heart time and time again and tonight, at last, you've accepted it.

[powerploff]

Wrio drawings for my mental health❄️