#genshin males x gn reader

[444xxuqnxvxu]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . fucking kinich (nsfw) ^ྀི ˚. ᵎᵎnotice: gn!reader, 2nd person pov,nsfw, reader has a cock, top!reader, bottom!kinich, afab!kinich, kinichs genitalia is refered to using female terminology, mild overstimulation, short thirst

. ۫ ꣑ৎ .Kinichs hips jerk weakly in your grasp, yet your fingers refuse to loose contact with the burning skin on his hips, instead opting to push your hands down further. The hunter watches through bleary eyes, as your gaze stays entirely unmoving, fixed to the part where the two of you are connected with each other, much closer than you usually are. Your cock is buried deeply inside his dripping cunt, parting his folds and molding his insides into whatever shape best suited for you. Kinich doesn‘t complain, doesn‘t get the opportunity to, with the way you pound into him, each thrust seemingly trying to reach deeper and deeper inside him. By now, your entire cock is covered in his slick, embarassingly so, and it doesn‘t help that he can hear the loud pounding of his heart against his ribcage, muffled over the obscenely wet squelching sounds from your cock sinking into his cunt over and over. He can feel your dominant hand releasing his side of its painfully bruising grip, something akin to disapointment welling up inside is mind for the brief second that your hand leaves his body. The feeling lingers barely, before your hand latches onto his neglected clit, thumb rhythmically circling the throbbing nub eith both, unforeseen gentleness, and precise pressure. Your action forces a hoarse moan out of his drying throat before Kinich gets the chance to cover his mouth enough to stiffle the noise. Quiet gasps and groans have gradually begun to fade into muffled moans and occassional high-pitched whimpers. His entire body is filled with an unfamilar warmth that has gradually spread from his face all over his body, collecting in a tight knot inside his stomach, where it is currently coiling and writhing as you repeatedly drag your cock against his sensitive walls. He can feel it all: Every ripple, every vein, every delicious curve of your cock, moving in a frantic rhythm against every spot he can think of inside his hole. With one last swipe of your thumb over his clit, his back arches off the matress as he spills all over your hand eith an embarassingly loud keen. Kinich swears he can see white dotting his vision as he trembles underneath you, attempting to collect himself from his previous orgasm. Before he can muster up enough self-control to get himself back together, you pull out our cock until only the fat tip remains pushed inside. The drag of it against his oversensitive walls leaves him writhing and whimpring, trying to pull away from the iron grip you have on his hip. Your soiled hand comes up to his face, mockingly patting his burning cheek with it, while grazing his drool covered lips with your dripping thumb. „An exchange is always mutual,“ he hears you whisper into his ear. „And as far as I‘m aware… I haven‘t come yet.“ . ۫ ꣑ৎ . a/n: i got side-tracked after browsing kinichs tag, its not my fault this man is extremely breedable, anyways have something short while i cook up something for the result of the poll

[reshinless]

he likes whenever you run a hand smoothly through the silk of his hair. kinich is lovestruck, and busy admiring the simplicity of moments like this.

you both didn't have to spend too much energy, neither of you had to even talk. two birds with one stone, he loves the memories you make in bed, fluffy and the other way.

especially when he gets to watch you, or feel your touch on his skin. he never thought he would've liked physical touch this much either.

he feels so special in your arms, his head fit right into the slot beside your nape. he finds himself stuck looking at your body. not even in a dirty way, he's just admiring—not believing that this is his.

he's happy to be called yours just as much, he especially loves to trace small shapes, and circles over your skin when you both are cuddles up together like animals looking for warmth in this cold weather (you both live in natlan)

his fingers are stuck intertwined with yours, just as how his emerald-amber orbs were starstruck, scanning your disshelved appearance. you could only imagine the hearts in his eyes.

loving him felt like Apple cider by beabadoobee; you both liked the same thing and rocked it out like two highschool kids listening to the same band with the same pair of earplugs.

or it could sound a lot like Soren by beabadoobee. he could stay here with you in bed forever just to see you like this endlessly as well. so busy just looking at your beauty, your elegance, even if you never considered yourself handsome, or pretty—you were everlastingly regal to him. juno, even.

your voice as sweet as honey whenever you spoke, no matter what tone, he knew ever since he heard that melody—that was the one he wanted to wake up to everyday.

like now, your slow breathing patterns that had helped him sleep through his insomnia, your head on his chest this time. he could only imagine how cute you would've looked if it were you spooning him. but all the same, he wished moments like this could last forever.

[turnfires-secret]

I would love to eat boypussy kinich out😞

ikr? boypussy kinich my darling beloved

Eating out kinich HCS!

- Kinich who has never had anyone eat him before digging his fingers into your scalp as you eat him out, not expecting it to feel so good.

- Kinich who can't help but pull your head closer by your hair

- Kinich who pathetically ruts his hips into your head, chasing the high

- Kinich almost crushes your head in between his thighs on instinct

- Kinich who whimpers and digs his fingers into the bedsheets because your tongue feels too good

- Kinich who almost drowns you with his squirt on accident

- Kinich who is super embarrassed that he acted so weak by you just eating him out

"A-Ah f-fuck please... d-deeper!"

He moans, his fingers intertwined with your hair. Its almost painful how he pulls on it, forcing your head forward, making you eat him out like a starved man. When you posed the idea of eatting him out originally, he was nervous and skeptical. However now, any of that doubt was long gone. He was too busy relishing in the sensations to really notice that he kept almost crushing your head. Though you probably wouldn't mind if he did, you used your hands to keep his legs spread nice and wide.

Kinich wasn't used to being fucked, to being eaten out, he wasn't used to pleasure. Yet, it feels too good, to intense, he barely even registers that he's rutting into your face. All he can focus on was the tightening coil of lava-like heat pooling in his gut. He can feel it build as you continue to eat him out. It all feels too good when he feels a sort of liquid gush out of his pussy. Did... he just squirt?

"Oh- Oh archons- I'm so sorry- I-"

He stammers, pratically panicking realizing he almost drowned you in his own squirt. But... Really if you died in-between Kinich's legs, you'd probably die happy.

[rene-darling]

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."

[cupidkyu]

can you repost the top Kinich hcs PLEASE

DOM TOP KINICH HCS

— gn!reader, brat taming implied,mean kinich,org4sm denial(?), degradation, overstim.

ts took so long 2 answer but yes,idk why it keeps taking down my posts but here ya go!!!

kinich definitely degrades you in an indifferent tone, making you feel inferior compared to him, looking down at you with a boring gaze as he fucked into you m1ssionary.

and enjoys tying your hands together! he likes watching you squirm and struggle against the rope bounding both your wrists together while he acts all gentle with you,yet his tip presses so firmly against that spot,youre whimpering and wailing for him to go faster,he'll give it to you, don't worry. but just stay as a good little toy for him, okay?

“you're so annoying.” he'd sigh, thrusting so deliberately slowly,his eyes never laying off of you,his nails digging into your neck as your hips buck up against him so desperately,your mewls only turning him more each time,“please- I-.. ngh~ kinich- I'm sorry-” you'd apologize pathetically,so pathetically. “for what? for acting like a lil' bitch? or sorry for not being able to satisfy me?” he spat coldly, punctuating his words with a harsh slam this time, letting out a quiet groan as a squeal escaped from you. of course,he didn't mean what he said. he just loves watching you protest,he just loves your little 'i can,i promise!'s. can you blame him?

kinich loves watching you beg for release,you wanna squirt,you wanna spill,just for him. but he never lets you,at least not so fast. he likes watching tears drip down your eyes,your bottom lip shaky as you try your best to speak and plead for him to allow you to come. he'll fuck into you so roughly,but warning you that if you ej4culate without his permission, he'll punish you!

sure,he's a little mean when hes wrecking you senseless,but he still tries his best to show you he doesn't mean to harm you in any way! you are his darling lover after all. however,it doesn't mean he'll pass up on the offer of watching his pet crying and sobbing to release!!!

you were throbbing from both pain and pleasure,your eyes rolling back as you moan repeatedly. “c-..come- please- I wanna- hnf~..! wanna come-! please- I-” you'd stumble between your words as he kept pushing himself inside you, cocking his head to the side as he speaks,“no, I've already told you. you're not going to, unless I'm close.” you nod weakly,not wanting to upset your lover. he rubbed your waist softly to remind you that he loves you a lot,hiccups escaping your throat as you took his cock<3 but you couldn't help but immediately fold when he pushes a little bit to deep and rough inside you, causing you to shiver and cream, earning a disapproving look from him.

kinich bends you over the bed, changing the position a little. his finger twirls a strand of your hair as you cry from the harsh,messy treatment you're receiving from him. your eyes twitching uncontrollably when he keeps rubbing that one spot. your thighs covered in light red from how harsh he was spanking them.

he keeps your head down with one of his hands as he wrecks your hole, squeezing and clenching around him as your legs tremble from the nth or4gsm. globs of tears staining the bedsheets as he keeps you pinned down.

oh how pretty you looked when hes fucking you like there's no tomorrow, finally letting you come but with a catch,he makes you spill over and over! your hair is tugged,yanked,used as a handle for him to use,your neck covered in bruises and bites. you were filled,so full, completely full. you could feel his cock over and over again while you're full of his sem4n. “does it feel good,hm?” he'd ask, already knowing the answer,his free hand tracing your back,“y-..yesh! feels so- goood~..! s-soo good~” you'd blabber. you could suddenly feel his palm against your reddened thigh,you shrieked so adorably, earning a chuckle from him as he practically splits you in half. he shoved your face down against the bedsheets,your now whines muffled as he continues to ram himself inside you,how long will this last? who knows! but you just feel so much at once while hes tearing you apart,maybe he should focus on making his beloved come over and over again!>_<

@cupidkyu

[spiteful-lvsts]

< Imagine... >

>> Being a stay at home spouse for your darling husband. Sure it’s not the life you imagined, but you’re happy nonetheless. Besides, it’s quite nice to see him light up whenever you visit their work for lunch.

Still, it’s hard not to worry when your lover comes home, all exhausted and worried. Even if some of it bleeds away from your soothing touches. This just won’t do at all!

So it’s not a big stretch to say that you two arrange a more... different kind of relaxation together.

Nowadays, when your husband comes home, he doesn’t have to think about work at all. It’s become routine now, cooking his favorites. Soft touches exchanged at the table as you fed him bites of each other’s meals.

It’s all so, wonderfully domestic. Until the curtains are drawn, and you both retire to your shared bedroom. Eager for what was next.

Here, your beloved doesn’t have to think! All he needs to worry about is feeling good, and making you feel good. Babbling out the cutest pleas and whines of; “Mnh- please- harder!” and “Closecloseclose- love ple~ase!” As you rutted into him like a wild animal, fat cock carving him open until he fit you perfectly.

Orgasm after orgasm is wrung out of him, until he’s sobbing. And he’ll take more, even as his legs feel like nothing, even when he feels like he’s going to pass out. Because he’s just your darling pet! Your favorite, dumb slut. Made just to be yours, and you for him.

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<< { ♡ } >> ayato, pantalone, neuvillette, lucifer, diavolo, jing yuan, welt yang, gepard

[huboi]

﹒⪩🕹️⪨﹐I WANNA RIDE﹐♡

╰┈➤ summary; how they react when you ride them

╰┈➤ includes; gn! afab reader, switch! reader, switch! characters, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v — jjk (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro), aot — (eren jeager, armin arlert, jean krischtien, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith), genshin impact — (kaeya alberich, diluc ragnivnder, zhongli, xiao, thoma, cyno, tighnari)

╰┈➤ a/n; minors dni! this is 18+ content

THE WHIMPERERS

when you ride him, 9/10 you have to take charge despite him starting off as the dom, as he just becomes too pussy drunk to really think of anything other than your pussy squeezing his cock. you have to shut him up a lot too, as he’s too damn loud, you usually do this via making out with him, your hands against his shoulders to help move yourself up and down.

(jjk) — gojo satoru, CHOSO KAMO (aot) — armin arlert, REINER BRAUN (genshin) — XIAO, THOMA

THE GROANERS

when you ride him, he’ll let you think you’re in charge for the first few minutes, but as soon as he wants to go harder and faster, this man will grab your hips and just pound into you from behind, watching as your ass jiggles against his thighs.

this man will be groaning through the entire thing too, right into your ear to be an ass about it, as he knows that just gets you even more riled up than before, he will spank your ass in this position too, so once you’re finished you won’t be able to sit for a good week or two

(jjk) — KENTO NANAMI, sukuna ryomen, TOJI FUSHIGURO (aot) — jean krischtien, connie springer, ERWIN SMITH (genshin) — ZHONGLI

THE MOANERS

this man fucking moans, low key moans more than you do in this position. wanna be a menace and make him moan more? pull his hair, pull his fucking hair, he can take it like the slut he is

if you spit in his mouth, that just gets him even more riled up, yes this motherfucker is kinky as shit. likes the feeling of your chest pressed against his, also enjoys the intimacy of seeing your facial expressions whilst you use him like a dildo

and that’s why you love him so much <3

(jjk) — geto suguru (aot) — EREN JEAGER, levi ackerman (genshin) — KAEYA ALBERICH, diluc ragnivnder, cyno, TIGHNARI

© content belongs to @huboi on tumblr, DO NOT REPOST ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS WHATSOEVER

I DON’T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE THAT MADE THE SHOW/GAME THEY’RE FROM

[crookedgalaxycandy]

I swear "x reader" fanfic writers save lives. You feel lonely and touch starved? Get some cuddle content! Everything kinda sucks right now? This character want nothing more than to comfort you! And they do requests, FOR FREE?! They are some of the most creative creators I've seen. I always feel better reading yalls content. Makes me feel less alone. And for the people who are like "that's so cringe," you know what's more cringe? Criticising people having harmless fun.

"x reader" author appreciation!

[lumitoiile]

☆ ; kinich headcanons

author bias as he is in fact my main... sorry i missed your birthday pookster!! fluffy boyfriend imagines, gn! reader (no pronouns.)

alright mister nonchalant you're up

kinich definitely isn't the most affectionate person in the world... but he shows his care for you in subtle ways.

he's an excellent listener, for one. he's not much of a talker, so listening is something he's good at. he'll listen to quite literally anything you decide to share with him, and he'll remember every single detail. he also just really likes your voice.

his love language is definitely acts of service. kinich will always offer to step in and help in whatever way he can, hardly ever asking for anything in return; costs, you say? ludicrous. he's always doing things for you, even if they're small.

puts ajaw in time out whenever you're together so the two of you can at least have a moment of peace.

he's a huge perfectionist. whenever he's the one in charge of planning a date or picking out a gift, kinich wants everything to be nothing short of perfect for you.

workaholic. not only does he tend to throw himself into his position as a saurian hunter, but he's also always accepting side commissions and small jobs. he knows he has trouble balancing work and his personal life, but he's trying to get better at taking breaks; especially to spend more time with you.

smiles from him are rare, but definitely worth it!! it doesn't come to him easily, but when he does smile it's like the sun peeking through the clouds after a rainy day.

while he's not overly possessive about it, he does get a tad bit protective. he worries about you but makes sure to respect your boundaries and independence.

surprisingly a big cuddle bug when he's tired. kinich tries to maintain a composed and mature demeanor most of the time, but after he's had an especially long day? his guard all but falls when he's finally with you, mumbling nonsense and sleepily leaning his head onto your shoulder.

both of you are at the top of ajaw's shit list... if he wasn't teyvats number one yapper before, he definitely is now, always complaining about how annoying it is to be around you two.

overthinks everything. if kinich feels like he's let you down, he literally cannot stop dwelling on it. whether it's not spending enough time with you or snapping at you when his stress becomes too much, he's his worst critic. you often have to remind him that it's okay to make mistakes, and that you love him, imperfections and all.

he's not big on PDA, but there are definitely a few exceptions. believe it or not, mister calm and collected actually gets jealous quite easily. he often feels bad about it and tries not to let it show, but if you're talking with someone new and not giving him enough attention, he'll subtly entangle his fingers with yours just to make sure everyone knows that you're his; and that he's yours.

date nights!! i think his ideal way to spend a night with you would be an at-home date or a picnic. he also really loves stargazing, since he's usually busy during the day. but honestly, he's not particularly picky about what you decide to do—as long as you get to spend time together ♡

he's obsessed with your hands. it's strange, but endearing in its own way; when it's just the two of you alone he's always kissing your knuckles and mindlessly tracing patterns into the skin of your palm.

it takes him a while to get to his first 'i love you', but when he does, the moment is unforgettable. he has a little trouble navigating and fully processing his emotions, but he says it with such care and sincerity you can't help but feel utterly cherished.

yes he's very lovely indeed 10/10 boyfriend

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, or edit my work.

[water-to-drink]

I’m Not That Innocent

(Pairing): Neuvilette x gn!reader

(Synopsis): Neuvilette feels immense guilt for having dirty thoughts about you thinking you as an innocent being, but you’re quick to prove him wrong

(Tags/Warnings): NSFW +18 MDNI, male masturbation, (y/n) used, “Monsieur” used a lot, not edited, bad smut, possible ooc Neuvilette, (if I miss anything lmk)

(Word Count): 1k

(A/n): Wrote this in one sitting when the embarrassment wasn’t there so…

Neuvilette is a man of many things, he’s the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s the hydro sovereign, and he’s a pervert

Of course he is, having dirty thoughts about a person as innocent as you. The person who smiles so brightly when he offers to go have lunch with you, the same person who thanks him profusely whenever he would buy you those limited cakes.

Anyone would be a degenerate to have such thoughts about a pure person like you, but here he is in his office at the dead of night furiously storking his cock

His mind plagued with images of you in the most lewd positions possible. You underneath the dragon as he pumps you full of his cum, and the one he’s imagining right now is you on your knees between his legs sucking on his dick. Oh how he wishes it was you sucking him off instead of him using his callous hand

In the throws of pleasure Neuvilette couldn’t keep his voice down, why would he? Everyone who is normally in the building is long gone by now so

“Ahh! Fuck, (Y/n). That’s it, keep going” Neuvilette moans out

To his horror he hears the door creak loudly

Whipping his head towards the direction of the noise. There you stood in the doorway, mouth wide open in shock

“W-wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Neuvilette tried to salvage whatever little respect you had for him

“Monsieur Neuvilette.” You said as you slowly walked towards the Iudex who still has his hard cock in his hand. “You imagined that it was me doing things to you?”

“Y-yes.” Neuvilette said as shame fills his entire being

Trying to hide his shame he covers himself but to his surprise you stop him. You kneeled in between his legs and took his member in your hands

“Were you imagining me stroking you like this?”

“Ahh! Yes!.” A shutter wrecks through the hydro dragon

You stroke the stiff cock with an expertise that shocks the Iudex, moving your hand up and down his staff and carefully pinching the tip. With hearts in your eyes you watched as the usually composed judge come undone in your hands. It didn’t take long for him to release in your hand

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you lick the cum clean off. All the while you kept eye contact with the man in front of you

“Please watch me, Monsieur.” You said as you pulled out a bottle of lube from your bag

Pulling your pants and underwear down and throwing them to the side you squeezed a good portion of lube on your fingers. Slowly you teased at your entrance and once you got a finger in you began to thrust your finger in and out

Gradually you added another finger

“Nngghhh! See me, Monsieur? This all for you! J-Ahhh! Just keep watching!” You moaned out as your fingers furiously pumped in and out of you with such fervor that the Iudex thought he he might be dreaming all of this. “Fuck, I’m close! I’m g-gonna cum, Monsieur!”

Your fingers kept moving until you reached your climax. Neuvilette watched as your cum dirtied his desk and the papers that he was supposed to be working on and as your legs twitching violently

“Are you going to stand there?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance. “C’mon, fuck me like you were imagining before I walked in.” You said as you spread your opening for white haired man

Without hesitation Neuvilette stands up from his chair and lined himself up to your entrance, he slowly pushed against your plush warm walls. He wiped away a few stray tears from your eyes when he was full sheathed in your walls

“You can move, Monsieur.” You whimpered. as he found purchase on your soft thighs he slowly began thrusting. “Go faster! I can take it!” You gasped out

“You little minx. I’ll go faster.”

Almost taking his member out he thrusted causing you to moan loudly. Fucking into you he moved his grip from your thighs to your plush ass and squeezed, not caring if he left little crescent dents in the fat of your ass

You wrapped your arms around Neuvilette’s shoulders as his hips snapped into yours. Your hands found their way to his long locks and tucked on them harshly. You brought his face towards your own and kissed him

Tongues fighting for dominance but the hydro sovereign wins. You separated for air and the moment you do Neuvilette tugs at your shirt, signaling for you to take it off

Quickly you discard the layers hiding your chest from him, once your perky nipples were out the Iudex latches his mouth onto them. Nipping and sucking on the nipple, but not forgetting to give the other attention he reaches and pinches the other nipple

Neuvilette felt your walls tighten around him, he picks up his thrust into a merciless pace. Your moans fills his office and possibly the hall outside as you get closer to your climax

“Monsieur, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out

“Go ahead, cum with me!” He instructed

The frantic thrusts become sloppy and soon you both reached your peak

The next day Neuvilette goes on his day wondering if what happened last night was just a figment of his imagination or real, nonetheless he continues on with his work until a knock on the door alerts him

It’s you as cheerful as ever, you happily walked towards him like nothing happened between the two of you. Maybe it was all in his head, the Iudex thought

“Monsieur Neuvilette!”

“Good morning, (y/n).” He greeted trying to ignore the blush creeping up his face

“Is something wrong?”

“No, just having a bit of a hot flash.” Neuvilette reached for a glass of water to drink in an attempt to cool himself down

“You weren’t thinking about last night?” You asked and the Iudex nearly choked on his drink. “You were~” You giggled “Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking of it too.” You lean in towards the hydro sovereign and pulled down your shirt to reveal a lacy bralette underneath. “We can do it again tonight~”

Dear Archons you’re going to be the death of him

[reshinless]

Hiii

Can you do reader masturbating while moaning Kinich’s name and he accidentally hears, then they bang?

you didn't get it. why was he so fuckin' attractive!?

you've always been close with him, ever since you both were kids and busy running around, playing house like every other kids do. but he has never looked better now.

he was just talking about his day, but he didn't have to play with the keys to your shared home with his fingers.

or how he just had to bite his glove off to use his bare hands to hold your waist back?

you always wished his fingers dug deeper in a different area on your body. Or maybe his cold lips, which spoke a word or two to others but are willing to speak all day with you, could go elsewhere, either.

"ahhn- kinich..." you catch yourself moaning, quickly covering your mouth to hide the lewd mewls coming from your throat.

he was in the room riiiight next to yours. shit.

it wasn't even on purpose—saying his name? while touching yourself? it came as an instinct.

fuck... you kind of do wish it was his fingers instead of yours. getting tired as is, but every time a picture of him flashed in your mind—you get hornier by the second!

yeah but, no way he'd be awake at this time of night. right?

with that realization, you decide no way he'd catch you. but little did you know...

as your digit creeps near your entrance, you let out a puffy, breathy moan. you were no longer hiding under any fabric, it was three am for crying out loud.

the hole grew tired, reddish-pink and ripe. it drooled from your essence, or it could've been the secret lube you hid in the nightstand.

you cried, and mewled quietly, lewd sounds from your tired entrance only getting louder.

"ffffuck! mmm—kin'.." you continued. "need you... s'bad.."

and through the slit of the door being slightly opened- there he was, his eye widening, watching how your naked body reacted to your touch that you imagined was his instead.

lurking by the actual entrance to your room. the vague, yet dangerous little whimpers you let out—not to mention most of it was just you pleading with his name.

shit- he felt a tent pitch in his pants, only tightening the more he watched. he felt shame for observing you, but he couldn't tear his eyes away so easily.

before you know it. your moans are prolonging, sweet, and hearty mouthfuls of cute little 'please's and 'kin's.

on instinct- he was already stepping inside, a flushed look in his eyes as he stood tall.

"ahh shit! I didn't mean for you to see me like this!" you immediately exclaim, hiding your exposed body under a pillow nearby.

"don't hide now, pretty."

well, this wasn't how you expected to lose your virginity. but you weren't gonna complain if the love of your life was already biting his glove off to finger your pretty lil' hole.

his pace was enough to bring you back to the peak you were about to reach previously.

"ahhn- kin'- hhhnngh.." you felt it knot in your stomach, the more and more his digits hit those oh-so-perfect spots, of course it was only a matter of time you'd cum and leave his fingers literally soaked in cum.

he only circled the cold-turned-warm fingertips around the rim of your soppy entrance. he admit he was biting his life to hold himself back from letting out a deep groan into your ear.

"haah.. ffuck.." left breathless—the sight of your hole simply squirting onto his palm. shit he could drink this for days.

by the time he wants more, his feral side takes form- he didn't even notice he already positioned himself to thrust into your slippery hole.

it felt so easy, yet so tight when his tip invaded it ever so slightly. your little sobs of pleasure didn't help his case, his lips inevitably reach yours, making out at the touch of your soft lips hitting his chapped ones.

he smirked as he left the long lasting 'peck', a string of saliva connected you, his thrusts only getting deeper. leaving your hole drooling for more- he could only stare lovingly at the simple sight of what connected you to him. at least to his tip.

a long night it truly was, hours later of what seemed to be back-to-back orgasms, it felt surreal. you could see the stars so clearly at this point, the amount of times your back arched, and ached for more a few rounds before-

or how many times you knitted your eyebrows right before releasing essence all over his shaft, he couldn't even count it on his fingers ;'(

leaving your legs shaking, he laid you down into a better position, one where it wasn't so uncomfortable. a peck is felt over your forehead, as well as a hand to accompany.

flying through the strands of your hair, he simply laid beside you.

"y'know, I would've gotten hear sooner if you moaned a little louder.." "kinich, its already morning!"

[zweetpea]

Wriothesley: Have you two ever thought about having kids?

You: WRIO!!

Neuvillette: Yes.

You: You- you have?

Furina: Trust me… he has… *flash back*

You: Well… I suppose I must confess that I… have thought about this as well.

Wriothesley: So how many did each of you have in mind.

You: Two or three.

Neuvillette at the same time: 20

You: //0///0//

Neuvillette: //^///^//

(Just something to tie my fans over until SAGAU is ready. This weekend hopefully!)

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

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[cupidkyu]

thinking about men who look like they'd be a bottom in bed,who looks like they'd sub for their partner. but once you actually get intimate with him,he switches the position, pounding into you ruthlessly as you moan out his name. your eyes rolled back and tearing up from the pace he's going, begging for him to let you release as he just laughs at how pathetic and wrecked you look, grunting against your neck as his hands grips your waist. you spread your legs a little wider just so he can go deeper,your hair messy and youre on your nth orgasm,gosh he just wants to devour you whole. he'd probably make you ride him sometimes and would jerk his hips up so roughly that'll make you let out a sweet,gagged moans,his nails digging into your hips as you buck your hips up and down, your sweet spot is probably so bruised by now,but he didn't care,and neither did you.

kinich, heizou, wanderer, aether,choso, yinyue jun,luocha,jiaoqiu,your faves

requests open:)

[woundedoves]

How They Would Suck Your Blood: Vampires (Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Blade, Aventurine x GN!Reader) Headcanons Part 1 (NSFW) part 2 part 3

a/n: this took so long to write but im kind of satisfied with it… should i make this a series…

CW: biting, blood play, self deprecating sentiments in Blade’s part, the reader is a switch on Aventurine’s part they bottom for the rest. Not proofread!

Arlecchino

• Whenever she’s in need she simply seeks you out, her nose is especially keen to your smell, and your heartbeat is as easy to find as blinking, you’re so familiar to her that she can find you in 2.3 seconds. Her expression won't change but a small, pleasant feeling blooms in her stomach when she sees the sight of you in her bed, if you’re sleeping, she gives your chin a little scratch to wake you up, looking up at her with tired eyes as she feels your pulse quickening, how cute.

• She likes to have you on her lap the most, the way you squirm as her claws slowly drift towards your crotch, smirking slightly as she feels your already aroused sex, just by being on her lap. Adorable.

• She first grabs your hand after she’s done teasing your sex, and kisses it as gently as she can, her kisses trail up to your neck, giving it one last kiss as she bites down, the sensation has you shivering and pushing your ass onto her crotch as she lets out a satisfied hum. Arlecchino loves the bitter taste of your blood, it isn’t too sweet like how the majority of vampires like it, loves the sting on her tastebuds as she feeds on you; the only thing she lets herself indulge in.

• She also loves feeding on your thighs, oh so graciously working her tongue on your sex as her claws grab and fondles your thighs shamelessly, satisfied as you moan and your thighs quiver in her grip.

• She bites down on your thigh and stops her eyes as they threaten to roll back with euphoria, that bitter taste hitting her tongue as she lets out a heavy breath, your thighs flexing as she runs her claws up and down to soothe you, you watch through half-lidded eyes as she feasts on you. The feeling is ever so orgasmic as you feel yourself getting closer, cumming with a soft gasp as she pulls away from you, some of it getting on her chin. Your eyes widen as you apologize profusely, only to feel hornier when she swipes it off on her fingers and sucks on them; keeping eye contact with you.

Neuvillette

• He only seeks you out semi-comfortably after you’ve been together for at least a year, doesn’t want to impose anything on you, and he doesn’t want you to think he only sees you as food. Even when you smell so good, bounce on his cock while he lets out little whimpers as he feels his claws coming out and his teeth itch his stomach churning with hunger.

• He really wants to hear you cry as he presses his cold body on yours, for you to scream as he bites down, and wants to have you on his cock as he feeds on you, it makes him feel animalistic and ashamed. It’s only when you bring up the topic yourself one day as you two are getting ready for bed, a rare occasion you want to make use of as you tell him that it’s okay, you’re lovers, whatever he needs you’re willing to provide him with it. He slowly sits beside you as he takes your hand in his own, his claws already out as he’s relaxed and needs no reason to hide. He looks into your eyes with anticipation and nervousness, his pretty features twisted with guilt as he asks, “are you genuinely, absolutely, with no doubts…sure about this, beloved?” You smile softly as you nod, “of course, dearest. I wouldn’t suggest it if I were not certain about the matter. I want to know watch and every part of you,” he lets out a breath as he pulls you into a deep kiss, his arms situating themselves on your hips as he lets out a breathy moan into your kiss, already hard and ready to show you all of him.

• He gently lays you down on your shared bed, kissing your neck softly as he undresses you slowly, making you let out a soft gasp that derails into a moan as his fangs graze your skin. He bites down as gently as he can as you cling onto his arms, crying out his name as his fangs pierce your flesh, your body inching upwards towards him as you feel his claws on your ass, keeping you in place. You let out quick breaths as your chest heaves with arousal and adrenaline, it feels so good. Holy shit, how and why does this feel so fucking good?

• He pulls his fangs out slowly as he tries to stabilize his breathing, looking down on your quivering form as he watches the blood trickle down from where he bit down, lapping it up like a starved puppy as he closes his eyes. Your blood tastes so sweet to him, like a fontanian dessert. He peppered your neck with kisses as he pulled his cock out, both of you too horny for prep as he swipes some of the blood from the bite mark with his claws. He gasps softly, entering your tight warm hole; making your body shiver with arousal as you feel his cold cock inside you.

• Both of your moans and the sounds of him pounding his fat cock inside you fill the room as you tell him to feed again, which takes him 2 seconds of consideration as he bites down on your chest, right on your nipple as you pull on his hair with a whine; feeling his cock throb inside you as he feasts on your body.

Blade

• It takes him so much convincing and reassurance to make him feed on you, feeling like a piece of shit as he does so and yet, getting addicted to the taste of you. He feels his fangs twitch as he sees you fresh out of the shower, water still sticking to your body as he feels his cock strain against the fabric of his pants, cursing internally when you look at him and get that teasing look on your face.

• He’s silent as his eyes are focused on your body growing closer, slowly letting the towel drop as you sit on his lap, capturing his lips in a slow yet sensual kiss as you feel his hands hesitantly yet slowly grip your thighs as he lets out a quiet moan inside your mouth. You grind your hips on his crotch as you feel his hard-on, he’s hungry too, you can tell.

• You pull away from the kiss as you undo the zipper of his pants and let his cock out, he looks away in embarrassment as you just grind down on it, not putting it inside you; making him look at you by tapping his chin, “c’mon pretty boy, you’re hungry aren’t you?” you tease as he groans and kisses your neck as gently as he can, his cock twitching when he hears you moan as his fangs graze your skin, biting down as he grinds your ass down on his cock, making you whine at the different sensations, letting him drink as much as he likes; he’d never hurt you anyways.

• He likes to drink blood from your fingers the most actually, and loves sucking on them as you moan while he pumps his fingers in and out of your hole; getting you all relaxed and ready for him.

• Every time he feels a tinge of regret when he’s done with feeding on you, always buys the sweets you personally like. He tried to bake for once and almost burnt down the kitchen, so that’s never happening again.

• You tell him it is just his nature and that it’s actually very pleasurable for you when he feeds on you, only then does the guilt slowly wither away as he lets himself indulge in your body, your comfort, things he doesn’t deserve but selfishly takes anyway even if you tell him you want him forever; he can’t let himself hurt you, you’d never see him again, for your own good. Right now though, you won’t let him think about all of that as you clench around his cock, whining for him to fuck you faster, so he does. His thoughts calm for a short time as he feels his cock throb inside you, his tongue and teeth stained with your blood.

Aventurine

• He’s not ashamed about it so much, it’s in his nature, he has to drink blood to survive; he’s seen ‘normal’ humans do way worse for pure entertainment, so he just tells you straight up when he’s hungry, and if you’d be comfortable with him feeding on you. When you do give him your consent that’s when the real fun begins.

• You fuck into him with your cock/strap as he feeds on you, arms wrapped around you as he loses himself in the taste of your blood and the feel of your length inside him, he feels so fucking full. You cry out as his fangs pierce a bit deeper in his desperation, you see the way his cock throbs as you speed up your thrusts, hitting his prostate over and over again as he closes his eyes and continues to suck your blood; you see his dick twitch a few more times as he cums with a muffled whine, coating both of your bellies with his cum as he rolls his hips so he can feel you deeper.

• He coats his fingers with your blood when he pulls away, if you have a dick, takes both of them in his hand as he watches the way your pre-cum and blood mix together; the sensation of his cock throbbing against you making you whine his name as he coos and kisses the corner of your mouth, leaving a faint bloody lip print on your skin.

• If you have a cunt, he loves eating you out right after he pulls away from biting you, moaning into your cunt as he thrusts his tongue inside you; his chin dripping with your cum and blood as he eats you out like you’re the sweetest dessert that has ever graced his tongue.

• He doesn’t eat regular food that much but when you make it and add a drop or two of your blood on it he’s scarfing it down, he loves your blood so fucking much, He’s fed on other people but fuck, your taste is so unique it has his cock throbbing and his brain numb as he feeds on you; like a drug.

• His prized person, his everything, has no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

[amostnobleyandere]

Persephone, Swept Away Into the Deep

Yandere! Wriothesley x GN! Reader

Summary: You’re a florist who catches the eye of the Duke, ruler of the underworld in Fontaine—and as the object of his affection, there’s nothing you can do to avoid your fate.

Warning(s): yandere, toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mention of blood, violence (Wriothesley beats someone up), stalking, obsessive behavior, unjust execution of the law, possessive behavior, corrupt official Wriothesley (?), drugging (needle injection), kidnapping, captivity, implied stalking, non-consensual touching, forced romantic relationship

A/N: I’m not sure if I did a good job at translating the themes ✨ of the hades and Persephone myth (however slight they may be in this particular fanfic) but I tried ;)

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Every happy customer that came out of your shop would inevitably spread your business through tongue—that’s just the way things worked in Fontaine.

Of course, you weren’t complaining. You were running a thriving business and their lively conversations often brought you joy and pride. The little gardener on off of main street, the florist who sells the most beautiful bouquets you’ve ever seen, the flower shop tucked away like a hidden gem, they’d say, fondness in their tone and the echo of good memories in their minds.

You were proud of the lifestyle you had made for yourself and the reputation you had garnered. Your natural green thumb had made your shop quite popular among commoners and socialites alike, as anyone of any class could stroll inside to find something for a person precious to them; whether it was a child, a spouse, a friend, or an infatuation, you had helped mold their stories, crafting and shifting them around petals and bows.

Though some days, you let yourself dream. Of petals and bows, not meant for someone else, but meant for you. Though your business had seen many love stories, its owner had yet to find a love of their own.

On your worst days, you scoffed and thought to yourself about how ironic your life was.

But…some days, your aching romantic heart would have you sighing wistfully as you watched customer after customer buy carefully cultivated blooms to gift to their beloved. They would leave gleefully, only for you to remain in your shop, watching them walk out with a piece of you. A piece that you wanted to give to your own special someone.

Always watching, never experiencing.

And then suddenly, everything you had built was being torn down by the one thing you desired the most.

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On a day that was insultingly ordinary considering the damning events that followed it, you were sitting in your shop, furiously pruning flowers and cutting stems and leaves. You were a little behind in work, so you had kept your shop open later than you usually would.

A festival was going to be thrown at the center of the city, and that meant you were busier than ever. Business was slow at the time, but it always picked up during events, as it was common for people to take advantage of the merry mood and ask out the apple of their eye, or propose, or buy a bouquet just to enjoy life.

And your bouquets were certainly beautiful, as you had heard from the many couples that walked into your shop, fawning over the arrangements and each other. You were sure you would see many lovers come into your shop once the joyous celebrations began.

You sighed, feeling the solitude of the your profession begin to seem depressing. It made you happy knowing your creations would be appreciated, yet, you knew the festival would end up torturing your heart with the same stale loneliness you often felt.

Friends had invited you to come with them to enjoy the festival together, so you weren’t all alone. Ultimately, you had declined.

Business would be booming.

…Plus, it wouldn’t be as special if you couldn’t go with someone special. It would only hurt to go out into the bustling streets and to see all those people holding hands, touching arms, carrying your bouquets, while your side was cold and your hands were empty…

You snipped at a rainbow rose a little too hard, hissing as the tip of the shears nicked your finger. You watched in mild panic and exasperation as the blood began to fill the small cut, feeling a sting form in your finger. Reaching for the medical kit you kept close by, you swiftly treated and bandaged yourself, watching the gauze go from white to a bright red.

Shaking your head, you waved away the pain and your nasty thoughts. You were sure your friends would be fine without you and, more than anything, you needed to be here to sell your flowers. It would be a waste to throw out your beautiful blooms because you let them wither, and soon customers would be grabbing for them…and who knows? Maybe you might meet someone.

Maybe you would even find someone to enjoy the festival with….

You heard the telltale ding of a bell and looked up, peaking out from behind the wall of floral remains you had constructed around yourself.

A man walked into the shop, and the first thing you noticed is that he was handsome. And big. Like, slightly intimidating big. A large, built stature, with broad shoulders and heavy boots on long legs. You pinched yourself, feeling your cheeks slightly heat up. Who were you to get flustered? And by a stranger? Pull it together.

“Hello!” You greeted cheerily, thankfully turning on your usual customer service voice without problem. “How can I help you today?”

“You’re still open?” The man asked, a note of surprise in his voice. The question sounded weirdly familiar for it to be spoken by a stranger, but you chose to ignore it. Plenty of people knew your hours, it wouldn’t be odd for one of them to send a new customer over.

You paused, taking him in. The stranger was tall, dark, and brooding, a person that looked strangely out of place in your little safe haven that was crammed to the brim with mosaics of colorful flora.

However, his eyes were the clearest color you had ever seen. They were like steel in their cool quickness, taking seconds to size you up. You unconsciously shrunk under the pressure of his gaze. Still, you smiled up at him.

“Yes, sir. We’re still open. What can I get for you?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not exactly sure. I came here because of a recommendation; they say you’re the best in town, with the freshest flowers. I’m guessing you outsource from the country?”

“No, sir. I grow them myself.” You said, still smiling sweetly.

A flash of recognition behind those steel eyes. “Ah. You’re the owner then?”

“Yes, sir.”

He hummed, looking away in thought. “I’d like an all blue bouquet—something with an air of delicacy to it. Nothing too fancy, just something pretty and light.”

That sounded…really romantic. Delicate? Pretty? Those were words people used to describe bouquets with romantic intentions behind them. You had heard them time and time again, as you carefully put together arrangements and your customer fawned over the person it was for, tone sugary sweet. Those words never failed to clog up your chest with a bitter jealously.

A feeling of disappointment filled your chest and your heart sank. Of course, he was already going with someone. It seemed that everyone, except for you, had a date for the festival. Of course. That made sense. Anyone that good looking would most likely have a date—

You smiled, sweeping away the disappointment and putting back on a false merry face. You had just met this man, really. What was there to be sad about? You decided to fill the silence that was quickly making you want to curl up into a ball and hide.

“So you’ve got a date for the festival? I’m sure they’ll love it, since you seem to know what they’ll like. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Wriothesley. And, no. I haven’t got a date.”

Your brain short circuited.

“But you’re so good looking?” You blurted out, the thought in your head coming out of your mouth without warning.

Wriothesley looked momentarily stunned, and you wanted to scream. Of all the times to embarrass yourself in front of a cute guy, it had to be now—

“A-Ah!” You stuttered out. “I’m sorry! Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain! I just said what I was thinking, I hope you’re not insulted by it…or uncomfortable….not that I meant to insult you—“

He laughed, the sound startling you. When he looked at you again, he seemed less guarded, his eyes shining with mirth as he gazed at you with interest. Oh, and that smile. Oh wow. That. Wow.

“You know, people are usually too afraid to say stuff like that to my face. Or really, they’re too afraid to say anything to my face. Guess I was just lucky to meet you today, huh?” He grinned and let his voice drop as he spoke. The glint in his eyes turned bright, like a dancing flame. He leaned into your space, letting one arm rest on the counter.

You felt the smooth words roll down your back and over your skin, excitement or fear (or maybe a mix of both) running up your spine and through the rest of your body.

You laughed, trying to play off his words as if they were meant to be friendly. (At least, you thought they were meant to be friendly.) Maybe the naturally deep tone of his voice and his intimidating aura made your brain misinterpret harmless words as…predatory.

You grinned. “Well, I don’t know about luck, but everyone deserves a compliment every once in a while, right?”

He leaned back, that dangerous glint disappearing into his eyes as if it was never there. He crossed his arms, looking smug.

“Right.”

Silence filled the air again, and your curiosity got the best of you quickly.

“Goodness, I’m sorry but who is this for then?”

He chuckled and you were immediately relieved that he wasn’t annoyed with you. People didn’t like it when others pried into their business. The thought of Wriothesley with his leather boots, pretty face, and icy eyes glaring at you with disdain nearly sent you into shock.

“It’s for…a co-worker, you could say.” He continued. “She does a lot for me and I thought it might be nice to get her a gift to show my appreciation. Everyone’s in a good mood with the festival coming around, so I might as well, you know?” He smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you, though. No romantic feelings involved.”

You nodded, a weird feeling of relief filling your chest after finding out that a man you didn’t know and that you probably would never see again did not have a date for the festival.

Maybe you were just glad to know that you wouldn’t be the only person going without a partner.

You began to gather sample flowers, spreading them out between you fingers and taking comfort in the familiar weight of them in your hands.

“Not disappointed at all.” I’m also single, you thought, but thankfully didn’t say out loud. “I guess I’ve just gotten so used to lovebirds walking into my shop, I was surprised you weren’t one of them.”

“Because of my face?” He asked, amusement seeping into his tone. You wanted to smack that smile right off of his smug, beautiful face. Of course, you wouldn’t, because that would be a crime to everyone else who had eyes. You couldn’t mess up that piece of art.

You nodded, your face burning. “Because of your face.” You confirmed.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He said.

You thrusted the sample flowers out in front of you, mortified that he was making your already embarrassing situation worse with teasing.

“Pick out the ones you like.” You said, your face practically on fire.

He did, without further comment at that, but a smirk pulled at his lips the entire time. He looked at you, with that grin molded onto his perfect lips, more than he did the flowers in your hands.

He refrained from torturing you with teasing remarks for the rest of the conversation, and when you told him it would be ready for pick up in a few hours, he gently placed a bag of mora on the counter.

Only when he was walking out the door did you realize how much mora he had given you.

Your eyes bulged as you peeked into the bag, nearly fainting at the amount. Who carries this much on them?! What if he had gotten robbed?! Well, he would probably never get robbed looking like…that, but still.

“Hey!! Wait—Sir!! You gave me way too much!”

He waved as he closed the door behind him, the bell ringing cheerily as he ignored you protests without even turning around.

You stood gaping behind the counter. You turned to the bag, determinedly picking out the correct amount and putting the rest away so that you could throw it at him when he came back. Not his face, though. Never his face.

A few hours later, he came back, his face neutral and undisturbed, like nothing in the world could move him to react.

He saw you, and his expression twitched and changed, looking just as smug as when he left.

You wordlessly pushed his bouquet, which you had worked extra hard on out of spite, not because you wanted him to like it or anything, towards him. Again, without saying anything, you pushed the bag of mora back towards him.

He quirked an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut, also determined to win the quiet challenge that you had started. He (rather cheekily) slid the bag back towards you, a smile fighting to pull onto his face.

You, more forcefully this time, slid the bag back towards him, face betraying no emotion.

Eyes sparking with amusement, he held out his hand.

Oh my Archons. You thought. What does that mean? He doesn’t want to….does he? You hesitatingly raised your hand in response, suspicious of the man in front of you. He gently slid his hand under yours, making your heart pound in your rib cage. His gloves covered most of his hand, but the skin that did touch you was startlingly cold. Your skin downright tingled where his touched yours.

Whether it was from the temperature or just him, you didn’t know.

He placed the bag of mora in your hands, a graceless plop and a cheerily jingle sounding through the quiet room.

Okay. You take it back. This mora was going directly at his face.

“This mora is going right at your face.”

“What?”

“What?” You parroted. Inside, you were crying. The first time you’ve ever threatened a customer and it’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He chuckled, the sound low and deep and long and archons even his laugh sounded angelic.

“I could’ve sworn you just—“

“I didn’t.” You cut him off, panicking. You pushed the bouquet towards him, hiding behind it. “Enjoy your day. Thank you for your purchase. Have fun at the festival.”

“…Thanks.” He said, still amused, but following your lead and taking the flowers from your waiting hands. For a moment, maybe on purpose, his hands brushed yours, the touch sending a spark of electricity up and down your arms, making your heart beat faster….Must have been the cold from his skin, sending you into shock or something.

He left the shop (without the bag of mora) and you wistfully thought that you would never see that beautiful face again, kicking yourself for not asking him out. You were both single, right? Right??

Ultimately, you went home with the same familiar wistful feeling that soon turned to giddiness at having almost held hands with such a handsome man—his personality was odd but that could be overlooked.

Overall, it was a good day.

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Except he was there the next day.

And the next.

….And the next.

Everyday he would order a bouquet of a different color. Once he ran out of colors, he began grilling you on what kinds of flower combinations you liked best. You would tell him, practically shaking while trying to prevent yourself from imploding, and that’s what he would order. He spent an enormous amount of money at your shop as the ridiculous mora bag battles continued (you were going to throw it at his face, you really were. You just needed to muster up the courage).

He would take the flowers home, and you would be left with a burning face and a quivering heart.

Then one day he asked you if you would like to go out. With him. Together. And you said yes, tying a bow around his order with trembling hands as a strangling giddiness filled up your entire chest.

So, you went to the festival with him right after work.

For the first time in weeks you were closing the shop and stepping out into the fresh air during the middle of the day.

You had an amazing time.

You found out that Wriothesley was extremely funny, and that his dry, sarcastic wit could have you doubling over and laughing in seconds. You found out that he liked tea like, a lot. Like a concerning amount. You found out that the co-worker he gave the first of many bouquets to is a melusine and a nurse. You found out that he talked to the Chief Justice regularly and somehow knew a lot of important people.

You explained to Wriothesley that you actually did have a life outside of flowers. You told him about your friends, your hobbies, and whatever else you could think of in the moment, feeling comfortable with him after just a few hours together.

He bought you food, somehow correctly guessing your tastes at every stall you visited. When you protested and offered to buy him something in return, he merely shook his head with a smile and said you could buy him lunch another day.

You walked together through the streets under golden lights, eating delicious food and buying trinkets. At the end of the night, you tentatively inched your hand toward his, and he interlaced your fingers together, holding your warm palm against his cold one tightly.

You felt yourself grinning like an idiot, thinking that absolutely nothing could change the way you were feeling.

Everything was going great until you got back to your shop, laughing and chatting idly with the man beside you.

Your heart stopped as you realized that something was wrong, and your hand left Wriothesley’s for the first time that night as you ran towards the open door.

The entire place had been ransacked. The money in the cash register was gone. Your precious flowers—countless blooms that you had taken the time to grow and cut had either been stolen or trampled on. One window had been smashed in with a brick. You lifted up your foot, feeling the shattered glass break into smaller shards under the pressure—Archons, it was everywhere. Luckily, the small vault you keep most of your savings in was still closed but dented in multiple places and on its side.

You nearly collapsed on the floor right then and there. It was only Wriothesley, who caught you as you were falling to the ground, that kept you from completely breaking down. You were mourning. All of your flowers. All of your hard work, ripped from your hands, without so much as a warning.

You felt rage and misery burn in your chest, resulting in hot tears running down your face as you pathetically picked up the ruined flowers scattered across the shop floor. Next to you, shadow cast Wriothesley’s face in darkness, hiding his expression from view. You heard him assure you that he would take care of it, that he would fix all of this for you, as he told you not to worry in that perpetually assertive tone of his. Your muddled and distressed mind immediately clung onto it like a life line, desperate for something to ground you.

Wriothesley would take care of it, you told yourself. If not him, then who would help you?

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You found out soon after that the man who had robbed you was a rival store owner whose business had gone under ever since you had moved in. His storefront was situated on one of the more populated streets, streets that saw more foot traffic and that attracted customers of a higher class. Still, he had been losing to you, a small shop on some nowhere street, for months. In the end, arrogance and jealousy had driven him to attempt destroying your business.

Whether it be from fear and intimidation, or hopelessness from losing all the money you had made in the past couple months, he had hoped that you would chose to pack up and leave after he ruined the inside of your shop.

Fortunately, he was not a master criminal. A few shop owners on your street had seen his face and identified him to the guards. According to rumors you had heard from friends, he fought the guards during his arrest, shouting that he was not some lowly commoner to be pushed around. The guards and some mysteriously clothed people flooded around him, dragging him to the court house and sentencing him within the hour. He was allowed to go back to his shop, as his home was above it, but was put on house arrest for the time being and had guards stationed outside of every window to await further punishment.

It had happened so…quickly.

Wriothesley, during all of this, was very supportive.

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It all came crashing down on the last night of the festival, a week after you had been robbed.

You were in the process of walking home before you realized that you had left your keys in your bag.

…Which was at the shop.

…That you would have to go back to.

Groaning, you made yourself turn around and trek back towards the storefront so that you could actually get into your house.

As you walked down the main strip of stalls and shops, you realized with a bitter heart that you would have to pass the shop of the man who made your life hell to get there and back quickly. You were glad that he had been caught and sentenced swiftly, but you were still incredibly angry about the damage that had been done to your business. The mental and emotional wounds left from the shock of seeing everything you had worked for destroyed were still fresh.

You fastened your pace as the night lamps began to turn on, the sky quickly turning dark as they became your only source of light. You knew the city was mostly a safe place to live, but that didn’t mean crime never happened, and it would be just your luck for you to get robbed a second time.

Then there was shouting.

You slowed your pace as you heard a voice echo off the tall buildings, only amplifying the panicked screams.

Uh oh. Had you walked right into a crime scene?

You looked around you, noticing that there were no guards in sight. Hopefully they had noticed the trouble and were taking care of it.

You sighed. You really needed to get into your house, as you weren’t too keen on sleeping on a bench for the night. Cursing whatever being had brought this upon you, you continued forward, walking in the shadows and hoping to avoid whatever drama was happening near the home of the man who had robbed you.

You turned a corner, freezing as you took in the sight of a group of men huddled together, seemingly trying to apprehend someone—

Wait. Was that—

You recognized that figure—those boots—that coat…

What was your boyfriend doing here in the middle of the night?

Swiftly, you moved back out of the light, eyes trained on the man you could now clearly recognize. You watched as Wriothesley raised his fist, his knuckles connecting harshly with someone’s jaw. You startled at the harsh noise of skin splitting skin.

You felt yourself flinch as blood splattered across the pavement. For a moment, you were grateful for the imposing figures blocking your view of the violent scene.

The victim was splayed across the stone due to the force of the blow, thrown right into the circle of people that had formed around him, pathetically whimpering as he tried to pick himself up.

You watched as he was dragged away, looking genuinely terrified, screaming bloodcurdling words as he went mad with fear. His pleas fell on deaf ears as those around him stood still, Wriothesley silently watching as he was picked up and thrown into the back of a carriage. The door squealed as he yelled that he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to go to the Fortress of Meropide, please—doors slamming shut, cutting off his final sentence as the men and the carriage disappeared into the night.

Wriothesley stood under a street light, a short distance away from where you hid in the shadows. His body was tense, his back drawn tight as he gazed at the retreating carriage, with the man he had assaulted and doomed to a life in prison lying within.

You stumbled back, you feet scuffling against the pavement. The noise sounded like an explosion in the dead quiet of the street.

His entire body stilled. He turned around, almost in slow motion, his eyes widening in horror as your gazes met.

You spun on your heel and ran, heart pounding in your chest. Heavy footfalls followed you, leather hitting stone with threatening thumps that seemed to get closer to you with every passing second.

You got to your shop, flinging open the door and rushing to the back of the building, heading towards the closet where you kept all of your supplies. Hearing the bell above your door chime mockingly, signaling that Wriothesley was in your shop oh Archons, you slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

For some reason, you could have never imagined him being so violent. You were shocked and terrified, seeing your new boyfriend, who you had only ever thought of as safe, as anything but. Now you knew. He was dangerous. You were so stupid for trusting a complete stranger—

You heard him run towards your hiding place, calling out to you as the heavy foot falls slowed to a stop.

“Y/N.” He said, voice calm and level, betraying no emotion at all. It was like he was discussing the weather and hadn’t just chased you down the street.

Your breathe hitched in your throat. Somewhere, in your frayed mind, you hoped, prayed he would just go if you were quiet enough—

“I never meant for you to see that. I’m sorry. Let me explain.”

The doorknob began to turn. It stopped, hitting the lock.

You heard rustling and then a faint jangle as Wriothesley stepped away from the door.

You had left your keys in your bag.

The bag was on the counter, the keys were in your bag—

….He knew where you kept your keys?

You had never told him that.

The door knob began to turn. You grabbed onto the it with a white-knuckled grip, stopping it from the inside.

Your heart thrummed in your chest, beating rapidly as you desperately held onto the cool metal.

“Leave me alone!” Please was left unsaid. You shouted the words, terror making you shake and tremble.

Wriothesley fell silent. You heard him lean his weight against the door, his movements causing it to creak.

The doorknob stopped turning.

You prayed that he wouldn’t try to force it, or worse, break the door down. You didn’t know if it would hold, or if you could hold on, considering how strong he was.

You imagined his hulking figure standing outside, only a few mere inches of wood separating you, towering over you from your spot on the floor.

You were practically paralyzed with fear, and didn’t know what you would do if he actually managed to get in and get his hands on you—

“Damn it, I ruined it all, didn’t I?” Wriothesley murmured.

You jumped, not expecting the despairing admission amidst your racing thoughts that were trying to pinpoint where you had went wrong in life.

His usually playful voice was monotone, eerily flat for the self deprecating words he spoke.

You didn’t deign him with a response. You merely listened to the quiet that followed, feeling more scared than you would have been if he had been raging and banging on the door. There was something about the silence; something about it felt foreboding, like a threat was creeping up behind you and you couldn’t hear it no matter how hard you tried.

You heard him turn away a few minutes later, heavy footfalls walking towards the door, and finally the bell signaling his departure.

For a few minutes, you sat there and waited.

Eventually, you opened the closet just a sliver, looking out into the dim lighting with flickering eyes, checking every possible corner that he could be hiding in. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in here.

You slid out of the closet and almost immediately ducked behind the counter, still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Shakily, you peeked out from behind the counter, checking for any sign of him outside. When you found the street to be devoid of him, you silently gasped in relief.

You ripped your keys out of the door with rushed hands.

You went home alone, without Wriothesley, who had taken it upon himself to personally walk you there almost every night of the week. A part of it felt strange to deviate from the routine, but you needed no reminder to know that the man you had trusted and spent time with all week was now a dangerous threat. You ran to the door of your home, opening it hurriedly and slamming it shut.

You tossed and turned as you slept that night, a doomed feeling settling in your churning stomach.

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The next day, you took measures to start rebuilding. Perhaps you were just frantic to get back to some sense of normalcy after having the rug ripped out from under you the other night—or maybe you were desperate to have something to keep your mind off of the buzzing anxiety that was constantly gnawing at the back of your mind.

The man who broke in had already been put on trial and sentenced to an undetermined amount of time in the Fortress of Meropide, and had also been forced to cough up more than enough mora to cover the damages.

This, oddly enough, had all been told to you by a third party, someone hired by the court to watch over legal proceedings.

Someone was pulling the strings behind the case, and you didn’t want to think about who it was, just in case the pieces started falling together. (Deep down, you already knew.)

When you had heard he was being sent to the Fortress, you felt something in your gut twist unpleasantly, a kind of stone-like anxiety that weighed and sunk a permanent pit in your stomach. People who went there didn’t usually come back, or if they did, they weren’t the same. They weren’t viewed the same, either. What would happen to him once he came back? If he came back?

You shivered as the memory of him being dragged away resurfaced.

You sighed as you swept up errant pieces of class, determined to discard of every shard before you allowed any more precious customers or flowers to come through the door. The window had already been replaced, as a very nervous man had knocked on your door a few days after the…incident with Wriothesley, and claimed that he had been sent to repair it. You hadn’t even talked to anyone about fixing the window. A sinking feeling appeared in your chest as you watched the jumpy man chip away at glass and wood, his movements tense and swift. When you went to close the shop, you checked if you had locked the door three separate times before rushing home, practically running through the stone streets, running from absolutely nothing at all.

There was no sign of Wriothesley during the months it took your shop to recover. You were glad that he had taken what you had said to him in your moment of fear seriously. Still, you feared that he would show up on some random day, at some random time, and catch you off guard. That you would be reminded of the violence that seemed to follow him like a shadow, leaving trails of devastation in his wake.

Everyday you went home glancing over your shoulder while walking briskly down the street, always making sure to make it home before dark.

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You unlocked the door to your home, hurriedly glancing behind you as you shoved the keys into the lock, pushing the door in quickly as it gave way. You closed and locked the door behind you, allowing yourself to relax minutely against the cool frame.

“Back so soon? I noticed you’ve been closing earlier nowadays. What’s that about?”

You froze, an ice cold fear creeping through your veins.

There, sitting in the dark of your unlit living room, was the man you had been simultaneously avoiding and thinking about constantly for months.

You could make out the silhouette of his hulking figure, leaning back into your favorite chair with his fingers laced together and knees spread apart, relaxed and causal. His eyes, which always held a mildly scrutinizing gaze, had turned razor sharp—they hadn’t moved from you since the moment you had stepped into the room. You were a pinned butterfly under that look, being dissected and picked apart by glacial, stormy irises.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice coming out a little more shakily than intended. You tried not to hyperventilate. You really tried, but you could already feel your chest tightening, like just being in his presence was suffocating—

He stood up. Rooted in place, you didn’t dare move. If you tried to run, you knew he would catch you.

He moved towards you slowly, like he knew just as well as you did that you couldn’t escape.

He stopped a foot away from you, his height easily trumping yours, his figure casting a large, beastly shadow in the dim lighting.

You tilted your head back to look him in the eye. Even now, those icy eyes were beautiful. You thought it was unfair. Now that you knew what he was, what he was capable of, you thought, his eyes should come as warning. They were the eyes of a predator. And yet, still cold and steely, clear like cryo vision that hung from his hip, which you had never even seen until now.

Still beautiful, reminding you of clear water and arctic oceans and quiet. It was so quiet.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you dared to break the careful silence.

He reached up, curled fingers gently caressing your cheek, dragging down along the side of your neck, as if a simple touch with too much force behind it would shatter you.

His eyes flickered to the place where your shirt had lifted to expose your collarbone, coat hanging off your shoulders and pulling the fabric down.

He ran his fingers over the exposed skin, making you shiver as you felt rough, calloused pads run across you gingerly, lightly. A delicate touch from a hardened man. He looked back at you, his eyes soft. Intense. Adoring. He had moved closer in the last few seconds, you remarked. You only noticed because you had to crane your head up more to look at him. His chest touched yours. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over your forehead. His hand had moved. One had settled on your waist, holding and trapping you close to him.

You felt a prick in the side of your neck, vision going black as you collapsed into his arms.

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The next time you woke up, you weren’t in your house anymore. There was gauzy, heavy fabric hanging above you. You had been placed in a canopy bed in a room that was expensively furnished, and yet somehow untouched. You were in a bed, which was in a prison, at the bottom of the ocean.

Wriothesley walked in only an hour after you woke. You had a feeling he had been routinely checking to see if you were awake.

He looked down at you, his eyes painfully tender in a way that you regretted not noticing before. There was a fondness, a suffocating fondness, which told you that all those things he now whispered to you at night—how he wanted to protect you, how he had longed to have you for so long, how he had been watching you from afar with his heart in his hands, just waiting for the right moment to give it to you—

His eyes told you that they were all true.

Somehow, you couldn’t hate him.

Wriothesley had been living as a lonely prisoner in his own kingdom—his underwater kingdom that he ruled, because he thrived on the depths of the cold, dark ocean and its inhabitants that yielded to his power.

And yet the king of the underworld yearned for just a little bit of life. Life that you were familiar with—life that you thrived off of, and that thrived in return under your guidance. Life that you loved.

Life that had attracted you to him.

You didn’t know if anyone still talked about you on the surface; if they talked about your existence, or more so your disappearance, in hushed whispers with shifty eyes. No one talked about you down here—no one knew you existed, except for the head nurse and your husband.

You had been stolen away, under the ocean, that little shop off main street missing its owner forevermore.

You, who had always been surrounded by the life of the surface, had been transported to the underworld, a land of misery and lost souls, away from all life, surrounded and trapped by the love you once longed for—and mourning the life you once had.

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Reader: *lets go of Wriothesley’s hand bc they got robbed*

Wriothesley: oh this jerk is gonna pay *sends the guy who robbed you to the bottom of the sea*

he’s been waiting to hold that hand for so long )):< wtf dude