#neuvillette loves me fr fr

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[psychopomparia]

Hi. So, I did some pulling for Neuvi's weapon a few days ago. Probably approx 20 pulls for fun.

Today I do a single pull cause why not.

You would not believe your eyes

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

I...I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS, I HAVEN'T FELT THIS MUCH JOY!!

he's gonna super OP now

The Neuvi main has obtained C1 for the iudex <3

[nemoys]

AAAAA neuvillette being the hydro dragon freminet mentioned (mere 'fairy tale') he's such an emotionally interesting character to me i don't think i've ever wanted to write a 30 page google doc over a character like this since venti?? i'm so curious as to what he was upset over the day we arrived and met up with the siblings

[caluupin]

neuvi is meeting his peepaw rn

[reinersluvrr]

… is it bad that i don’t like some popular ships bc it involves one or two of my fave characters together?? it feels pathetic but i can’t help it 😭

[dixidin]

Me before Fontaine: I mean... yeah, they all are very pretty, but no one is really sticking out to me

Me after seeing everyone's personality: Hey what if I exploded?

[rintoki]

for someone who claims to not like social interaction and avoids talking to people, neuvillette sure talks LOT.

[aphroditesswan]

@jaedoesthings @stareyedlunatic having to deal with my insanity 24/7

i sang the backpack song from dora for 5 minutes straight on call

pov your archon is annoying

[aya-ni]

BABY, CAN YOU CALL ME BACK? I MISS YOU… IT’S SO LONELY IN MY MANSION! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ -

content: mdni! nsfw content; fem!reader x kamisato ayato, masturbation, fingering, pet names, creampie, breeding kink, implied somnophilia

summary: you've been missing your dear husband, Kamisato Ayato so much <3. so how about you gift him a little present? A cute photo probably wouldn't hurt, right?

Receiving small notes and letters from you throughout the day has been a normal occurrence for Ayato. 

He had always been busy, after all, especially these past few weeks after he got back from Fontaine. Although you were glad because his talk with Neuvillette went well, you couldn’t help but feel a bit… lonely, since he leaves very early and comes home late, tired from his work all day.

You understood it, really! He’s just been so busy these days, and as the gentleman that he is, Ayato tries to make it up to you somehow by showering you with soft, gentle kisses all over your sleeping face each time he comes home late from work, his tired body immediately wrapping all around you after he took his bath, immediately falling asleep once he felt your warmth in his arms.

But being intimate all night was different. You do appreciate him a lot, you really do! but sometimes when he’s at his office all day… you hope that maybe, just maybe, he would come home early and whisper sweet praises, and maybe kiss you more, and maybe hold you more, and maybe feel his hands hold your ass tightly as he thrusts up into you.

You shook your head each time such thoughts plagued your mind. How lewd, and yet you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, trying to distract yourself from such thoughts. Tried, that is.

Finding yourself on top of your bed one, uneventful afternoon, your thoughts went back to those nights when he’s on top of you, whispering sweet, dirty words in your ear while his cock hits just the right spots. Using your pretty fingers to yourself in and out, your legs spread with your knuckles plunged deep inside your sensitive cunt, juices leaked out endlessly accompanied with the filthy squelching sounds.

But you felt frustrated. Still so frustrated, in fact, because you could never reach your peak, eyes pricking up with tears as you whined, your fingers unable to reach that gummy spot that has you seeing stars, making you huff out in frustration even after almost an hour of trying.

And you were still so needy, so unsated, so fucking wet that you pulled out your fingers with disappointment, legs trembling a bit as you sat up, internally cursing and wishing that your husband magically show himself before you and fuck you senseless until you couldn’t think straight. 

But alas, your imaginations could only get you so far. You disappointingly got up from the bed to take a bath and to try to clear your head from your thoughts and the aching need in between your thighs, when your eyes catched a familiar gadget that Ayato had gifted you after returning from Fontaine.

A kamera.

Maybe it was your frustration. Or maybe it was your cunt thinking first, but you suddenly had a genius idea, as you picked it up from the top of the small table besides the bed.

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? You and your husband had frankly tried some stuff in bed, but your idea was a new one, and you weren’t sure if he'd respond well, internally hoping that he would at least come home a bit earlier later that night. Your cunt throbbed just by thinking about the idea in your little head, so eager to be filled as you prepared your husband a cute love letter as a gift <3.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

Ayato had been sitting in front of his desk since this morning, his shoulders stiff but his slender fingers held a well-crafted pen, signing and writing documents in a practiced manner as his eyes focused on the stack of papers before him.

The only sounds inside his office are the occasional flipping pages, the footsteps from some servants passing by outside the door, and his pen scribbling down on pieces of papers.

On quiet and peaceful moments like this, his thoughts were still noisy and occupied with his plans later on that night. He still has an important meeting that he needs to attend to later; for the upcoming cultural event, some budget meeting, assigning of tasks in preparation for the exchange event, signing of even more documents… He sighed. He was used to this, to the heavy workload that always greeted him day by day, and yet he still couldn’t help but have his thoughts diverted sometimes, his occupied mind turning quiet at the thought of you.

Just thinking about the sight of you earlier this morning made him grip his pen a bit tighter, trying to focus on the work before him as he took deep breaths. You were just sleeping peacefully, with your lips slightly parted, facing him, wearing a thin material of a yukata which made him trail his eyes down your body, your delicious curves, your swell ass, and he just wanted to take you right then and there, wake you up with his cock pounding inside your delicious cunt.

And he had to physically tear his eyes away and stand up from the bed. Although he had a hard, aching cock just by the sight of you sleeping, he could never do that to you, to his sweet wife, who’s sleeping peacefully and unaware of everything… Well, unless you permit him to do so.

Suddenly, as if his thoughts had been heard, a servant knocked on the door and Ayato quickly let him in when he heard that it was another message from you.

Receiving the envelope, his eyes visibly softened when he noticed the familiar type of paper that you always used, his hands smoothly tracing over the edges. The thought of you always writing him small messages throughout the day, taking your time to worry your little head  over him has him weak on his knees, and he could never thank you enough, his sweet and innocent wife, for always understanding him when he was always so busy with work.

He carefully opened the envelope, seeing one… photo inside? Well, this is new. Ayato was pleased with the fact that you had been using his gift for you, as he smoothly took it out of the envelope, thinking that maybe you had captured a nice photo and wanted to share it with him.

And, well, he was right. It was a nice photo, alright. As fast as he took the photo out of the envelope, he quickly put it back  in, visibly losing composure for just a second which made the servant who was standing right before his desk, confused. 

“Clan Head, is there something…wrong?” The servant carefully asked, looking at his respected Lord, worrying that something must’ve happened.

“No…” Ayato cleared his throat, his voice almost cracking while his other hand gripped tightly on his thigh, internally thanking himself that he sat close to his desk, his raging hard cock wanting to get out of his pants.

“Right. There actually is, I just remembered.” Ayato spoke with fake concern, masking the inner turmoil going on underneath his pants, “Do tell the other staff members that any meetings tonight shall be postponed and moved to a later date. I have some… urgent matters that require immediate attention.” His eyes betrayed no emotion, but the tight hold on his thigh and the envelope speaks otherwise.

The servant was a bit surprised, to say the least. What must be so urgent that his Lord would postpone his important meetings…? But he knew well that he shouldn’t ask more, and the fact that his Lord himself would take care of it surely means that everything would be fine. Surely.

The servant immediately bowed his head and got out of the office, leaving Ayato to himself, who immediately took out your photo again.

And, oh, it was a sight to see. For Ayato, who had been equally frustrated, if not more, seeing the photo of you made him palm his erection through his pants, and he wanted to just immediately rush out of his office and burst in your shared room, however…

Not yet. He looked down at the visible bulge in his pants. Walking out of his office like this would surely be… quite troublesome. He’ll take care of this, and THEN pay you a surprise visit.

Staring at your needy eyes conveyed through the photo, your kimono slipped off your shoulders, pretty tits spilled out, your hand playing with two fingers up your pretty cunt. With your other hand holding up the Kamera, you were laid so beautifully on the bed, the silky sheets making you look so smooth, and he just wanted to be buried inside you, all night, his hand stroking his hard aching cock that he took out of his pants.

And he was so, so painfully hard and needy. Precum spilled out of his tip, and it looked like he was already about to climax with the amount of his creamy cum spilling out, collecting it with his hand and using it to stroke himself faster, imagining it was your cunt fit snugly around his cock.

It was so, so lewd, and you’re so beautiful, his pretty pretty wife. His face contorted with a hint of pleasure, smirking, thinking, his innocent wife is so naughty for doing this as he pumped his cock faster and faster, small groans could be heard, all thoughts of getting caught in his office doing something oh so improper thrown out of the window. His only thoughts were you, and how you would feel around his cock later, and just the thought of him surprising you with a good fuck has him spilling his load on your picture, the creamy thick cum covering it… 

He smirked. He would make sure that his darling wife would finally be happy and sated after he comes home, and he will make sure that you’re pumped full of his cum.

And then maybe he can use the Kamera after…? Who knows, he thought, as he wiped himself off with a clean cloth, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief and lust. 

You were so fucked.

Moments later, before the sun even went down and the skies casted an orange hue, you were surprised to see your dear husband Ayato standing before you, in your shared bedroom, looking like he just came out of your wildest dreams.

You had rather been caught in an awkward position… You really didn’t think that he would come home so fast! He caught you grinding your puffy cunt against his pillow, moaning and whimpering before you noticed him.

“Well? Cat got your tongue, my dear wife? I thought you sent me that cute photo as an invitation to give me a show, but was I mistaken?” Ayato leaned against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest, and his gaze looked more feral, and you had never seen him like this, and you knew immediately that you were in deep trouble with that slight smirk on his lips.

“I-I just..” You awkwardly removed yourself from sitting on top of the pillow, nervously looking away from his gaze as you sat at the edge of the bed, cheeks dusted with a soft pink color that made Ayato’s cock twitch again in the confine of his pants.

“Had I made my pretty wife miss me too much? Hmm?” Ayato pulled away from the door and slowly walked towards you, his voice a softer, gentler tone that made you look back into his eyes, needy and desperate, nodding with a cute pout on your lips. 

Ayato chuckled when he noticed your expression, and you were just way too cute to resist. “Oh, darling. I’m sorry, it seems I have been neglecting you too much.” Ayato murmured softly as he leaned down and spoke against your ear, his hand cupping the other side of your cheek to caress your skin smoothly, kissing you gently at the corner of your lips. 

Ayato knew how to make you putty in his hands. The softer, gentler gesture has you looking up at him pleadingly, and he noticed how you squeezed your thighs together, the sound of his voice enough to make you so fucking horny once again, cunt fluttering around nothing.

And he knew the effect that he had on you. He knows which buttons to push, and he knows just how to get you squirming, needy and obedient, like the good little wife that he loves.

“I need you, Yato. Please?” You pleaded, and you knew how he always loved it when you begged, even now as he exhaled a shaky breath, huffing out a soft laugh before he gripped your chin a little bit tighter, turning your face to look at him more directly, cheeks gently squished.

“Since my darling wife asked for it so nicely. However…” You gulped as you stared at him, your mouth practically drooling with your husband’s close proximity, “My sweet, sweet wife should make it up to me, don’t you think so? After that little stunt that you pulled…” He let go of your cheek and pulled out a photo from his sleeve, and you immediately recognized that it was you. “Darling, you know what you’re doing, don’t you? Making me come all the way here just to take care of your needy cunt? What can you say for yourself?” He pulled away, taking a step back with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, knowing just how needy you were for his touch.

And once again, he was right. “I-I’m sorry! I just missed you too much…” Your hands pawed at his sleeves, looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “I’ll… I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”

Ayato smiled once again, more so like a knowing smirk as if he was scheming something before he continued to speak, “Really? Would my pretty girl do anything for me?” And you nodded your head, and you didn’t know that it was all it took before you got yourself into deep trouble.

“Good wife. Now get on the bed and lay down for me. Make sure to spread your legs like in the picture, alright, darling?”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

Lewd, filthy, squelching sounds could be heard inside the bedroom. Along with your moans and whines, you were already looking so dumb on his cock without even receiving his cock, yet, but his fingers were hitting your sweet gummy spots so deliciously that you lost count on how many times he had teased you to your peak.

“S-sorry! M’ sorry…! C-cum, wanna cum, please…!” You cried out with your pouty lips, tears clinging to your lashes as you looked into his eyes, filled with so much frustration.

How could you not be frustrated? After all, your poor, puffy clit and your gummy walls were endlessly teased by Ayato using his long, slender fingers, smoothly sliding in and out with the copious amount of your juices and slick, hitting your sweet spot so hard that it has you seeing stars.

And then your cunt was clenching again. Ayato watched eagerly as you started to tighten around his fingers again, your face contorting in pleasure with your lips parting in an “o”, an indication that you were so, so close once again. But how could he grace you with a mind-blowing climax when you’ve been such a naughty girl?

It was so, so close, the delicious knot in your tummy about to unravel when Ayato suddenly pulled his fingers out, the climax immediately dying down, making you whine more and cry out, trying to speak despite your heavy breaths, “y-yato-” And Ayato leaned down to kiss away your tears, his hands holding yours gently as he pressed it on the bed besides your head. “I know, my pretty girl. You want to cum, don’t you?” You nodded your head, hazy, teary eyes looking up, whimpering softly.

Looking at you right now, Ayato didn’t think he could get even harder than before. He had also been holding back since he saw the sight of you when he first walked in the bedroom, and even more so now, when his thick cock felt heavy in his pants, aching to fill you up as the scent of your juices and arousal filled his lungs. 

“Promise you won’t be naughty anymore? Sending me those lewd pictures while I’m at work?” He let go of your other hand and suddenly gave a light, teasing spank against your clit, making you mewl and arch your back sweetly, trying to speak despite your mushy brain. “P-promise..! I promise…!” You hiccuped, tears falling down to your blushing cheeks, and he smiled with satisfaction as he looked down at you, being so, so good for him.

“My wife. My good girl, of course you promise.” He pressed one, deep kiss against your lips before pulling away, sitting up to remove his pants and pull down his underwear, his thick, aching cock springing out, beads of precum forming at the tip.

No matter how many times you did it, you could never get over his thick size. His cock is so pretty, and just the thought of it filling you up and scratching against the gummy spot has you drooling, your legs parting automatically. Ayato chuckled at the sight of you being so desperate for his cock, tapping his tip repeatedly against your clit, making you squirm.

“Hmm, since my wife promised…” He groaned at the feeling of both of your fluids mixing together, both of your cums making your pussy so slippery wet, his tip catching at the hood of your clit while he rolled his hips, his dick rubbing so smoothly which made you already so much more sensitive, moaning, gasping at the feeling.

Ayato couldn’t hold it back anymore, either. He had waited long enough, and his cock’s so deliciously painful that he felt like he needed to get inside your cunt or else he’s gonna die.

“Take it, pretty. My sweet wife, take it.” And you gasped at the feeling as his cock slid in slowly inside your wet, tight cunt, more tears pricking up your eyes at the big stretch, but your legs locked around his waist, urging for him to move, and he did, as he leaned down once again and whispered sweet praises in your ear. “My sweetheart’s so good- taking my cock so well-” He groaned at the feeling of your cunt suddenly clenching around his dick so tightly when he was finally fully sheathed, his tip deliciously rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Fuck-, you’re gonna be the death of me... You’re so tight, darling, shit-” Ayato couldn’t stop it- his hips moving as if he was an animal in heat, his curses spilling out of his mouth as he became pussydrunk at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock. He HAD to pound you, to hear your sweet moans, and to fill you up over, and over, and over again-

After days, weeks of being deprived of you, his hips slammed roughly against your tight heat without hesitation, and you loved it, his cock grazing against your gummy spot repeatedly, hitting your cervix as he suddenly grabbed your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, his cock hitting even deeper inside of you, the delicious friction sending you to an immediate climax.

You screamed and he pulled out with a hiss, grabbing the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then when he watched the clear liquid squirt out from your hole, using his tip to rub over the clit fast, prolonging your orgasm, your choked moans and whines filling up the bedroom along with the heady scent of both of your arousal.

Ayato didn’t even let you finish your climax- pushing back in immediately while your cunt is still spurting out your sweet juices, his hips moved in a sloppy rhythm, driving his dick back in and out, gritting his teeth while his hands gripped your hips tightly, bending over to lean on your body to put you in a position of mating press.

With your knees pressed against your chest, you watched with your teary eyes as his cock plunged in and out of your sopping pussy, the wet, squelching noises being made as your juices dripped out endlessly, your back arching from the bed, nails scratching his back with the force of his thrusts.

“My wife… Missed this- cunt so much-!” Ayato gasped, whole body already far too sensitive, groaning and gritting his teeth while he looked down at your pretty face, already too fucked out from his cock which made him lean down and kiss you messily, like the way his hips’ intense rhythm started to turn sloppy at the feeling of his impending release.

Teeth clashing, tongues swirling, you tried to kiss back as much as you could while you’re getting your brains fucked out, moaning against his lips as he greedily savored your sweet, sweet kiss. “I’m filling you up, darling. You want that? Want me to fuck my cum into you? Yeah?” He spoke against your mouth with heavy breaths, his hips now moving at a much harder, harsher pace, “Wouldn’t want to waste it, right darling?” and you could barely speak with your eyes rolled back, because you’re creaming all around his length, white creamy ring forming at the base of his cock as he continued fucking into you, his dirty words making your whole body much more sensitive.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He used his one hand to grip your jaw and turn your face to look at his, your eyes hazy, pouty lips mewling as you finally managed to nod your head, speaking along with your cute moans, “W-want it…!” Your hands scratched his back, the sharp stinging pain bringing Ayato so much closer to his climax. “C-cum- cum in me, please…!” 

And the last bit of restraint finally snapped. Driving his hips forward one last time, his thick, warm cum flooded inside your pussy, greedily sucking him in as his hips jerked, moaning, face buried at the crook of your neck, filling you up to the brim.

You came around Ayato’s thick length right after he did, but you were already too fucked out to point it out, mouth parted in a silent scream with your toes curled, back arched prettily from the bed.

It took a few more minutes before Ayato finally came down from his high. With a blissful expression, he removed his face from your neck and looked at your face, kissing your cheeks so gently, down to your lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “So beautiful. My wife.” He murmured softly with a slight smile, pressing kisses all over your face down to your neck, sucking on a sensitive spot underneath your ear, your body trembling and you whined.

He chuckled after hearing you, pressing one last kiss on the tip of your nose before he slowly sat up, looking at the beautiful work he had done.

Finally pulling his cock out from your filled-up hole, some of his thick cum tried to seep out, and so using his fingers, he smeared it around your pussy lips slowly, his eyes just staring at it entranced, before pushing his cum back in which made you jerk and place a hand on his arm, trembling and whining. “T-too much…”

“Shhh… I know, sweet girl. But you wouldn’t like it going to waste, right? So be good and take it.” He spoke with the corner of his lips slightly curved upwards, amusement and satisfaction in his gaze as he watched your fluttering hole trying to keep his warm cum in, clenching around his two fingers pushing it back.

And once he was finally satisfied…

“There you go, darling. You look so perfect like this.” Ayato mused, staring at your fucked-out face, trembling thighs, your legs spread out with his warm cum slightly peeking from your pretty cunt.

“Now…” picking up the Kamera from the bedside table, he grinned with a mischievous glint and lust in his eyes. “Why don’t you smile for me, darling? Make sure to look pretty, I’ll keep these, after all.” 

“1, 2, 3…” 

*flash!*

[cynarisgayass]

𓍊𓋼~Day 1: Breeding season~𓋼𓍊

Type: Multi headcannons

Description: Just alot of headcannons about wanting to be fucked silly and filled with cum. and yeah some of them have animal reader

Rating: Explicit (Very explicit)

Reader: GN, afab/bottoms in the first two and amab/tops in the third, One instance of being half bunny, is a cum slut (dont deny it)

Warnings: Many, read at your own risk fr.

Includes: Billy Kid, Lyney, Albedo, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Kinich, Tighnari, Wanderer, Xiao, Ayato, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Heizou, Venti, Kazuha, Mualani, Wriothesley, Pantalone, Dottore, Capitano, Lycaon, Cyno, Nicole

Bunny reader:

Oh how he loves to grab those soft big ears of yours, yanking your face up to the mirror in front of you as he pile drives his mind melting cock into your soft insides. You can't even see anymore, your blinded with lust, tongue hanging out and pussy dripping with his cum, you've got to be filled by now but you still take more anyway.

This excites him more as he growls into your ear, his voice deep and rough as he praises you, "Such a good bunny, so filled with me.~"

- Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Cyno, Dottore, Capitano, Pantalone, Ayato, Tartaglia, Lycaon, Heizou, Alhaitham, Zhongli

Wanting a family and overstimulation:

He'd rest inside of you, catching his breath as he groaned into the crook of your neck. He's lost track of the rounds, but you've got to get pregnant, he won't stop till you are, even if the beds soaked and your stomachs so full of his seed you can barely keep it in anymore. He wants a baby with you, so much, and he knows how much you want it too. Even as overstimulated as you are, you keep giving him the okay to go again, so he will.

"Just a little more lovely, I promise.~"

- Xiao, Billy Kid, Lyney, Albedo, Kazuha, Kinich

Top amab reader (don't ask me how this works with the guys alright, idfk):

You smirk in satisfaction, your dripping member slipping out of their entrance as their eyes roll into the back of their head. You hold your thumb over their shivering hole, not letting a single drop escape after you've worked so hard to fill them up. They did so perfect and they are gonna look so beautiful carrying your baby, you just know it~

- Wanderer, Venti, Mualani, Nicole, Tighnari

Rest of kinktober list: Here

[stxneflxwers]

kisses for you. kisses for me.

⋯⁂ summary. what it's like kissing him.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. i just refuse to write professionally now lmao. im so lazy fr. (note: if someone hops into my comment talking about how freminet is "just a child", he's literally described as a young man in his official introduction.)

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. freminet. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. fluff. physical affection (kissing).

zhongli.

◈ soft and silky, his lips are well taken care of. and with how one of his warm hands grabs your chin to tilt your head just right leaves your knees weak. and he knows all too well the effects he has on you, but he tries to put those thoughts out of his mind. his little bits of insecurity can leak through occasionally, manifesting in the form of him asking you if he kisses "okay enough for you." and you'll reassure him every time—until he's convinced.

neuvillette.

⚜ velvety and a little damp, he drinks way too much water for any regular human. he's more than a bit nervous to kiss you every time you two do kiss. you almost always have to initiate kisses—whether they're surprise ones or you straight up ask him, he'll blink in bewilderment. he's never going to adjust to the act, is he? well, that's too bad...for him. you're going to cover his whole face in adoring pecks. and he'll return that favor...one day, at least.

alhaitham.

🖊 feather-light and a little chapped, he's quick and to the point (usually.) he doesn't linger too long on giving kisses, lest his heart-rate spikes. he loves your kisses, but he doesn't quite understand why it makes his heart skip beats and his face flushed. when you pass by and give him a quick kiss, he's frozen in place. these reactions are not something he expected of himself, he can say that much.

freminet.

⛈ shaky and cracked, he forgets to take care of himself oftentimes. gets too flustered halfway through the kiss and breaks it off to cover his face, but you can still see how red the tips of his ears are. tear his hands away from his face to kiss him more and you'll surely break him. he stiffens while his eyes widen and dilate, but never does he complain once about getting blanketed in your love and affection. never.

[vreblogs]

NOOO DONT MAKE MY CRY

reminisce

[aerithmybbgmypookiemywife]

I would not be able to be seen as a god cause the moment any pretty lady talks or flirts with me. I deadass would say something stupid like- “Can I have one pleaseburger cheese?”

(The bloodline ends with me 😭)

no rizz fr😭😭

that gives me an idea like a rizzless god in sagau who gets really flustered when someone attractive talks to them. sorry if shes a bit ooc here lmaooo

imagine visiting fontaine the same time Arlecchino is there, Creator! Reader would do their best to avoid Arlecchino because they'd just be a blubberring mess as soon as she breathes near them or something.

Creator! Reader who gets invited to a meeting with Neuvillette only to find Arlecchino there too. You're all nervous and you could feel a bead of sweat run down your forehead because... It's FATHER were talking about here!! Before you were isekai'd into this world, you loved Arlecchino to a point you have her C6 and her weapon!

Neuvillette soon excused himself as there seemed to be an emergency in court, now it was just you and Arlecchino in the room. Her stare was frightening, you couldn't even look her in the eye...

"I heard a lot about you, your Grace, through my children... They told me they were your guide when you first visited Fontaine." She spoke up, "Uhh... Yeah... They were really nice and welcoming." you replied. Silence again... You didn't really know what to fucking say because what the hell would you even say to her??

'Oh hey uhh Arlecchino, I love you, I read your fanfics and lore and stuff uhh... I have your poster on my wall so uhh... Please don't be weirded out...'

Oh no way in hell were you saying that...

You cleared your throat to try to make small talk, "Umm... nice weather were hav-" you were cut off by a sudden thunder... looks like whatever Neuvillette was handling he seemed to be pretty upset by it. You just decided to shut your mouth. "Hmm... Well looks like it's time for me to leave." she spoke out as she sat up from her seat.

You glanced up at her, "If you're interested, I would like to have dinner with you tomorrow, Your Grace." she added. "Oh... As a business meeting? I don't think I have anything to discuss with you in terms of business." you replied. "No, as a date." she replied.

"Oh... as a date... okay." wait... a... a...?!?!?! You're eyes widened, you could see her lips curl a little as she soon left.

Wow you truly are rizzless... to a point they'd have to just do the first moves themselves...

[bedoballoons]

Hello again it's the anon whom asked for a shinobu reader 🤭

I almost ran out of headcanons i luv so maybe our genshin hybrid bois with a hybrid!reader just like them

I mean a dog!reader for gorou or a fox!reader for nari, a dragon reader for zhongli n neuvillette(how do y'all spell his name) maybe a adepti!reader for xiao

etc

-💤 (being an new anon 😋)

Hiya!! Welcome to the anon squad (sorry this is a little late)!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!!! I've never written a hybrid reader before so this was super exciting, I hope you enjoy! Also I hope you don't mind but I included Lyney with a cat hybrid!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Hybrid reader~༺}

CW: Fluffy and a little flirty, hybrid reader! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, Gorou: Honey, Neuvillette: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Gorou, Zhongli, Tighnari, Xiao, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney tipped his hat to you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he held up one of his cards and magically turned it into a rainbow rose, holding it out for you to take, "You look gorgeous as ever mon chérie." You rolled your eyes playfully and accepted his gift, walking up close to him so your tail could run along underside of his chin, making him swoon like a lovesick puppy while your purred in his ear, "You look fairly handsome yourself magician boy~"

He sighed, unable to respond as a blush crawled onto his cheeks and his doe eyes stared at you almost blankly, you couldn't help but giggle at him, running your hand up his chest and leaning close to his face to whisper against his lips, "Whats the matter Lyney...cat got your tongue?"

𑁍༄Gorou:

You smiled happily at Gorou, your tail wagging with excitement as he walked up to you with a big grin and a handful of wildflowers, his eyes shining with love for you. "You're home! You spent way to much time in Inazuma city! Next time I'm coming with you!" You shouted to him, giving up waiting at the door and running to him full speed, his arms open for you to jump into. "I missed you too honey!" He laughed, holding you tightly as he spun you both around for a second and gave you one of his special kisses that made your heart race.

You pulled away to inspect him, grabbing his face gently to make sure there weren't any injuries anywhere while chuckled at your antics, "Honey I'm okay I promise!" He embraced you again, giving you soft butterfly kisses while your tails swayed in harmony...you had missed him so much.

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You'd cuddled into Zhonglis warmth, feeling his sharp nails gently graze your scalp while he ran his fingers through your hair, his tail wrapped around yours to the point they could actually get tangled, but you weren't worried...you could stay with him in that spot for thousands of years, in fact it sounded beautiful, "Zhongli, let's stay like this forever. We can enjoy eachothers presence and watch the sunrise...the sunset, never bothered by anyone, just you and me."

"Perhaps one day, for now I'm afraid I still have duties to uphold in Liyue...lantern rites to attend, stories to tell...this geo dragon has more to do before he can rest fully." You nodded, already knowing that would be his answer, still you could dream about that one day...the day the two of you would go to rest together in your special spot and never leave.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Your ears twitched along with Tighnaris while the two of you treaded through the forest, the beautiful sounds of nature all around you and your senses on alert for any threats to the wildlife,...or from the wildlife. "Nari, why are we out here again? It seems a bit denser urrgh...then what we usually walk through, oh oww." You struggled to speak as you got tangled up in vines, a thorned one wrapped around your fluffy tail.

"I got word there was a new type of plant in the area with incredible medicinal properties, I had no idea it would be so overgrown though....how did you even do this?" He chuckled at the sight of you and carefully set you free, touching your tail softly to make sure there wasn't any long lasting injuries. "Nari, next walk we take a path."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You appeared next to Xiao, the moonlight almost illuminating him as he stared out across the sea, thinking about his feelings for you...what they meant, how they came to be...if they could continue. He'd never experienced something like this...especially with another adepti, one he admired so much, "Killing demons...comes easily to me. Taking care of monsters...dealing with my Karmic debt, I'm even beginning to understand humans but over two-thousand years and the idea of love...still confuses me. I don't...know how to be what I want to for you...what you want me to be."

You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at the stars as a breeze brushed your cheek, "I don't want you to be anything but yourself Xiao..., the conqueror of demons, the one who sacrifice himself to save everyone else. Just be you and my love will never waver." Your words still didn't clear up all his confusion, but they calmed him enough to place a kiss on top of your head...ready to start a whole new journey with you.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You smiled up at the sky for a moment, taking out your umbrella as light rain started to fall and dark clouds rumbled with quiet thunder. A storm was brewing and you could only assume it was Neuvillettes doing...the old hydro dragon, what had got him feeling down this time?

You made your way through the crowds of people, all of them trying their best to not get wet while you splashed in puddles and embraced the beautiful weather, finishing your walk right in front of the Chief of justices door. You knocked a couple times, humming the lullaby about Neuvillette as you waited for him to answer. "Neuvillette, please let me in...from one dragon to another, we both know you need some comforting."

You didn't even get a chance to say hello as he pulled you into his office and hugged you tightly, gentle tears leaving wet spots on your shoulder while you sighed. "What happened?" You rubbed his back, the two of you feeling comfortable enough to let some of your dragon features show, like your tails that intertwined together and the star shaped pupils in your eyes that looked up at him will love. "So many things mon amour...thank you...for being here for me."

"There's no need to thank me, I will always be here when you need me."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[boothillssugarmomma]

Consequences and a Wedding

(Wriothesley x Fem! Reader)

cw-: ANGST HELLA ANGST, one sided love, best friends to strangers, marriage!, pregnancy and childbirth mentioned!, tears, Neuvillette mentioned!

🎀 authorsnote: literally cried halfway through this so enjoy fr

please don't steal my work!

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Wriothesley and you have been friends for years, being locked up in the Fortress together and being closely the same age, you stuck to each other like glue.

Now everythings different, still best friends, but you moved to the surface..and fell for Monsieur Neuvillette. Wriothesley disliked this but never spoke on it, he just wanted his girl to be happy.

Even if she didn't know how he felt..

On one of your regularly scheduled hangouts with Wriothesley he brought up that a Melusine had reported seeing you and your...boyfriend...around the Opera House the other evening.

"Oh yes!" You beam with excitement. "Monsieur Neuvillette proposed!" You shake his arm, squealing into the night air.

“He proposed to you?” He quickly looks at your hand, looking for a ring. Once he spots it, he feels like he's been punched in the stomach..

He sighs. “And you said…?”

Gazing into your pretty eyes...god how they sparkle. No. Not now Wriothesley. Focus.

"I obviously said YES! I mean the opportunity doesn't come along everyday!" You sigh happily after.

He takes a deep breath before replying, trying to sound as monotone as possible. “…Congratulations.”

Every part of him was SCREAMING to tell you, tell you how he always wanted to be the one by your side, to propose, to marry you, to have kids with you. But he can’t bring himself to say any of that. Instead he continues. “Whens the wedding?”

"Nine months!" You chirp happily, twisting your ring on your finger. Your hair blows a bit in the wind.

“Nine months?” He tries to be as nonchalant as possible. “That’s… pretty soon.”

He looks at the ring one more time. It’s actually a very pretty ring. It suits you. He looks away, gazing over the hilltop you both were sitting on.

After a small pause of silence, all silent except for the small chirps and noises from the nighttime wildlife. You break the silence.

"You'll come right?"

He looks at your eyes. They look…excited about the whole thing. A part of himself wishes to destroy that excitement, to tell you that he doesn’t want to go, that he doesn’t want you to marry someone else.

He sighs. He could never say that to you. “Of course. How could I not go?”

Your mouth curls into a smile. "See I knew you'd understand..."

Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush.

He puts an arm around your waist awkwardly. A part of him would love to hold you forever, but the other part tells him it’s wrong. That he can’t do this, can’t get that close. That doesn’t stop him from savoring the moment, though.

Wriothesley lets out a small chuckle as he looks away. “Why wouldn’t I understand?”

"Neuvillette said you'd probably be upset. But I don't know why." You sigh softly with a confused expression on your face.

You looked so cute like that..

NO. Nuh uh Wriothesley, get it together!

"Is it cuz I'm getting married before you? Because Wriothesley believe me someone WILL marry you!" You pat his chest with your hand.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your last statement, amused by how confident you sound while saying such a thing. He smiles, still looking away.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, chuckling again, then sighed. “I don’t really care much about that. And I’m not upset, I assure you. I just…” He paused, like he’s thinking of what words to use next. “I just…want you to be happy.”

"You're a great friend Wrio..." You smile gently. "Wait wait!" You squeal, pulling away to stand in front of him before grabbing his arms. "Instead of a maid of honor I want you!"

Great…friend. Why does hearing that word hurt him so badly? He puts on a soft smile while looking at you once again.

"You’d want me to be your maid of honor?" He raised a brow jokingly.

You nod excitedly. "YEAH!" Jumping up and down, shaking him a bit in the process. "Wrio PLEASEEE!"

He watches your cute expression, as you jump, smile and look at him with those pleading eyes. He laughs at your excitement and shakes his head.

"Archons…fine. I accept."

You hug him crushingly tight before pressing a harsh kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, thank you!"

His eyes widen for a moment, not expecting the sudden hug. It takes a moment before he relaxes, putting his arms back around your body.

He smiled and let out a small laugh once again, feeling your warmth against him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He then said in a sarcastic tone. "You’re gonna be the death of me…"

You let out a 'pfft' sound and roll your eyes. "Ahhh you know you love me~" You smirk teasingly.

He chuckled at your comment.

“Love” huh? If only you knew.

He then jokingly replied. “You’re a menace. You know that?”

You take his hands with a playful smile. "Yeah ok Wriothesley..."

He tries to pretend he isn’t affected by your smile or by you holding his hands. But his heart beats uncontrollably fast under his chest.

He looks down at your hands. Such small hands in his much bigger ones. He feels a sudden urge to close his fingers around yours, hold your hands tighter, never let you go.

"Ok now I have to go.." You sigh softly. "Neuvillette will be wondering why I'm home so late..."

Right. Neuvillette. He forgot about him for a short moment. Now being reminded of it, he felt that familiar feeling of jealousy again.

He swallowed before talking, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Yeah, I suppose you should go.”

"Same time next week?" You hold your pinky up with a glint in your eyes.

A small smile formed on his lips the moment he sees your cute, silly gesture, which he gladly returned with his own pinky, hooking yours on it. “Sure. Same time next week."

You let go of his pinky and walk off, looking over your shoulder to wave bye.

He watches you walk away, unable to take his eyes off you. Your figure, your hair flowing, the way you wave at him..he memorized every single detail. It’s not until you’re gone that he lets out a small sigh.

How is he going to watch you get married to someone else..and the Chief Justice no less...

That night he has the worst nightmares. Now others can say falling in your dreams or getting chased in them or natural disasters are the worst nightmares to have. But no. Wriothesleys was coming to terms with the fact you were getting married.

Not to him...

He tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming nightmares. Nightmares of you, dreaming about you in a beautiful white wedding dress, walking down the aisle to the man waiting for you.

That stupid fucking judge...

You look joyful, happy, excited…and he can’t do anything. Nothing but watch you from afar, as you reach your destination and that horrible man holds your hands in his.

He CAN'T let that happen.

That single thought wakes him up from the dream. He gasps as he sits up on the bed, breathing heavily. He couldn’t do anything in the dream, but…could it be different in reality? He clenched his fists, determined to do something about it.

Days, weeks, and months fly by. The amount of times he had almost told you how he felt...yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. So now here he is, standing in the corner of the bridal room, watching you get ready to be wed to another man.

He tries to look calm, hiding how nervous he actually was. You look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress, but it only serves to remind him of the nightmare he had. Seeing you this close but not being able to stop you as you get ready to walk down the aisle, it felt like torture.

He takes a deep breath before speaking up, not looking at you directly. “You look… beautiful.”

Your eyes light up as you gaze at him in the mirror you were doing your hair in. "You promise?"

His heart skips a beat when you look at him through the mirror. He almost lost his composure for a moment, but he managed to reply with a smile. “Why do you even have to ask? Of course I mean it.”

As he watches you straighten your dress and take a deep breath you nibble your bottom lip. "Do you think Neuvillette will like it?" You whisper worriedly.

His grip on his tie tightened. The mention of that name irritates him, yet he puts on a fake smile.

“He’d be a fool if he doesn’t.”

Wriothesley keeps watching you with loving eyes that go unnoticed. Watching you being so excited about wedding, listening to you gush over Neuvillette, it makes his heart ache.

Eventually, when you start fixing your hair, he swallows before speaking up. “Can I say something?”

You just nod with a smile. Acknowledging him with a small hum.

He was about to say it, about to ask you to reconsider marrying that man. Then he looked at your smile, the way it lights up your entire face. Archons, you’re too beautiful…

But he has to say it. He has to make his feelings known, or he’d regret it forever.

He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly. “Don’t marry him.”

..

...

....

The room plunges into a silence. Deadly quiet, you could probably hear a seam rip. He glances at the mirror at your fallen smile.

"...What?" You turn in your seat to face him.

Seeing the confused, hurt look on your face is almost too much for him to bear.

He stood up, looking straight into your eyes. He’ll say it even if you end up hating him.

“I…I don’t want you to marry him. I don’t want you to marry anyone, actually.”

He paused, taking a shaky breath. This is it. His one and only chance. “I…I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long, long time.”

..

...

....

You stand up, eyes narrowing with anger and something else he can't detect. He could care less...you look PISSED.

His heart beats even faster. He can’t tell what’s going on inside your head, your expression is neutral now, showing him no signs of what you’re feeling. He swallows and continues speaking, slowly, like he’s thinking each word carefully.

“I know I…I know I have no right to tell you not to marry someone else. This is your life and you can choose who you want to spend it with…But I couldn’t just stand and watch, as you marry someone else, without telling…without telling you how I really feel about you.”

You take a deep breath and fold your hands together. "Wriothesley. You had ALL the time in Teyvat to tell me this."  Your whisper is deadly.

His shoulders lower, feeling the guilt of his own cowardness.

He looked down, unable to look into your eyes, before saying quietly in a guilt-ridden voice. “I know. I know. I should’ve said it sooner. I meant to, many times. But I… couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was… afraid.”

"You could've told me BEFORE Neuvillette!" You snap at him. Wriothesley flinches back a bit, you've never snapped at him.

“I know that too…!” He couldn’t help but raise his voice as well. “I know that. Archons, I’ve been beating myself up ever since the moment you told me you were dating him, asking myself why I didn’t just confess before all of this. But I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you, even as a friend. I…I was a goddamn coward.”

"Wriothesley this is bullshit!" You raise your voice again. Which causes him to do the same.

His usual calm and composed demeanor was long gone. He was yelling too, his voice filling the entire room. He’s glad the guests have moved to the cathedral and there’s no one else left in this room except you two.

He takes a deep, shaky breath trying to gather his thoughts and spoke again, his voice still rising in anger.

“You think I don’t know that?! You think I don’t regret the fact that I didn’t tell you sooner, that I didn’t tell you before you met Neuvillette?!”

You clap your hands together and grind your teeth together. "You think this is APPROPRIATE to tell me at my fucking WEDDING!?" You shout in his face.

“No! I know it’s not appropriate! I know it’s too late! I know you’ve made up your mind and I know this is horrible timing! But if I didn’t say it, I’d regret it forever!”

His voice was getting louder and louder. “You think I can watch you get married to him and pretend like I’m so happy for you? I’d be torturing myself!”

You just stare in shock and anger. "You...you can go!"

He paused to catch his breath. His heart was still beating fast from all the yelling, but his eyes widened at your words.

“What?” He said, in a much quieter voice. Is that what he heard right? Is she...asking him to leave? The same person who was so happy to have him as her 'maid' of honor, not less than an hour ago? “You’re… telling me to go?”

You turn away for a minute. "Get OUT." A dark whisper. And it shatters him.

Wriothesley went quiet. He couldn’t believe he’s actually being thrown out, by you, the person he loved. Then, another feeling hit him, making him want to punch something.

Never. Never in front of you.

“So…that’s it? That’s all I get?” He said, his voice rising again. “I pour out my feelings for you, right when you’re about to get married, and you…just tell me to get out?”

You let out a broken laugh and turn to him. "I'm getting married! Wriothesley." You swallow. "Did you even HEAR yourself?"

“And I know that! But by the hydro archon, it’s like you don’t even care I’m hurting! I’m trying to tell you I love you, and you’re acting like it’s nothing, like you don’t care!”

He almost yelled by the end of the sentence, all the stress and anger building up together now that he’s finally letting out what he’s been feeling. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to fight the tears that started welling up in his eyes.

You take a deep breath. "You." You begin before biting your lip. "I can't believe you..."

He’s expecting some other mean words from you, words that’ll make him even angrier. He’s expecting another argument, but he didn’t expect to hear your own voice crack suddenly. He paused, looking back at you.

“You can’t believe me?” He asked, confusion and anger lacing his voice. “You can’t believe I have feelings for you? Why can't you…I’ve been loving you for years!”

You shake your head, blinking, so tears won't shed. "Wriothesley. Archons..I loved you." You whisper.

He wasn’t expecting that. Not at all. His anger fades away, his heart beating fast once again, but for a different reason.

“You…You what?” His voice went unusually quieter. Did he hear you right? Is this a dream? An imagination? Is all the stress getting to him?

"For years...so many!" You whisper. "And then you never expressed them back."

Wriothesley stared at you with widened eyes, his brain having trouble processing what you just said. He couldn’t believe it. You…loved him? The whole time? Then that’d mean…that’d mean he should’ve said it sooner, he should’ve told you a long, long time ago.

He slowly moved closer to you. “You…you really loved me?”

The room goes a bit quiet again. Guests shuffling by and then the noise disappears. 

"Yes." You whisper. "But...I moved on."

“Moved on’ ” was the part that broke his heart. He clenched his fists, looking down. He was too late, and now he’s going to lose you. All of it because he’s a coward who didn’t dare tell you how he felt.

“You don’t love me anymore.” He said, speaking barely louder than a whisper, as if he’s trying to make sure those words aren’t true.

You both pause as the church bells go off. The bells signaled that the wedding is going to start. He knew the guests had probably taken their seats already. Neuvillette is waiting for you, down at the aisle. But he still couldn’t bring himself to just let you go, not after having this conversation.

He took a few more steps, now standing in front of you, looking down at you. The pain in his heart became unbearable.

“Please, don’t marry him…"

You blink away a tear and swallow, reaching out to hold his hands. "Stay or go Wriothesley. But I'm marrying him."

The moment you held his hand his heart hurt even more. This is it. You’re marrying another man. The thought of it hurts his heart so badly he almost couldn’t breathe.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at your hand on his, before speaking quietly.

“If I…if I can’t change your mind…Will you at least allow me one selfish request before the wedding?”

You hesitate before nodding. Time ticking down.

He closed his eyes, mentally bracing himself. This is the most selfish thing to ask for yet he wanted, no, no… he needed it so badly. He took a deep breath before speaking, looking directly into your eyes.

“Can I…kiss you?…at least once, before you walk down that aisle?”

God those eyes..

As they widen and you stammer he can't help but crack the ghost of a smile, before you calm down and sigh. "This doesn't leave this room.." You whisper.

His heart skipped a beat at your answer. By the seven, it’s like he has never felt so relieved and hopeful at the same time. You finally said yes. He couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world for a moment.

He moved even closer, towering over you. He held your chin with one hand, tilting your head upwards to look at him. His other hand was on your hip.

“Promise.” He said, before leaning down to kiss you softly.

He felt like he was on cloud nine when your lips met his. After so many times of imagining what it would feel like to kiss you, finally feeling your soft lips against his makes his heart beat even faster.

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing you more and more, but he finally pulled away when you did. It took a few seconds for him to recover from the shock, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why?” He asked quietly.

"That was wrong Wriothesley." You whisper, rubbing your lipgloss off before reapplying it.

“Wrong?…”

The way you said it stung a little. He knew it was wrong because you’re engaged to someone else, but he’s pretty sure the kiss wasn’t wrong itself. The kiss was absolutely perfect for him, and he had to swallow the protest already on the tip of his tongue.

He stayed silent for a beat, before speaking again. His voice sounded frustrated.

“Why did you agree then?”

"I..I don't know!" You whisper frustrated and flustered, face burning with embarrassment and worry.

He watched you frustrated, still standing in front of you. If he’s being honest, it’s making him frustrated too. You didn’t seem to know what you want, what you’re doing, and by the seven, it’s driving him crazy. Why did you let him kiss you if you believe it’s wrong? And why did you allow him that selfish request in the first place if you don’t even know why?

He stepped even closer, holding your chin again, tilting your head upwards.

“Answer me something…”

You swallow your worries and nod for him to ask.

He leaned down a little, looking directly into your eyes. His voice was quiet and low, filled with mixture of pain, frustration and maybe a hint of hope.

“When you kissed me back, did you feel it?...”

You gaze into his eyes. "Feel what."

It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a kiss again. He looked at you, his eyes darkened a little.

“Feel…anything.” He swallowed before continuing, his voice getting slightly quieter. “Anything at all….”

"No." You whisper almost immediately. The icy tone in your voice pierces his heart.

It felt like a cold shower was poured onto him. He knew you’re lying. He’s certain you did feel something. You must have. He’s sure you didn’t kiss him for nothing. He stared at you for few seconds, before finally letting anger take over.

“You’re lying.” He said, almost gritting his teeth.

You take a deep breath and shakily swallow. "I-I must go now."

He gripped your hip a little tighter, preventing you from walking past him.

“No, no, you’re not going anywhere. Not until you tell me the truth.” He said, in a firm and slightly commanding tone.

"Wriothesley.." You meet his gaze again and he sees it. Love. But...not for him.

He hates that he sees the love in your eyes and it hurts him. He didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to believe what he was seeing, but it’s impossible to lie to himself. That look in your eyes only confirms what he already knows, and it’s making his heart hurt so badly.

But he’s going to push it further. Just this once, he’ll force it out of you. He tightens his grip on your hip a little more, almost enough to leave a mark.

“Say it. Say it out loud.”

"I love Neuvillette..not you.." You whisper, voice cracking a bit.

He already knew it. He knew you don’t love him. The way you’re acting, the look in your eyes were all enough clues for him to know the truth. But…but hearing you say it out loud, so easily without hesitation, it’s like another kind of pain.

He was still holding his ground. He’s not letting you go yet. Not until he says his own thoughts out loud as well.

“Then why did you let me kiss you?"

"Closure..." You whisper sadly.

‘Closure’? It’s like a stab through his heart. Closure. Of course that’s all he’s going to get, a ‘goodbye’ kiss to finally get the closure you need. He couldn’t believe it. You don’t love him, this was all just a ‘closure’ kiss for you. He took a shaky breath and almost whispered.

“Just… closure…then?”

You just nod gently.

He doesn’t know what part of him expected something different. He doesn’t know why his heart still hoped that maybe, just maybe, you’d realized your feelings toward him were stronger than you believed. He let out a bitter and dry chuckle. Closure. That’s what you want, and that’s what you’re going to get.

He took a few more seconds to control his emotions, before speaking quietly in a low, dark voice.

“And is this going to be the only closure I get?”

You look into his eyes, sadness in them this time. "Watch me get married at least?" You whisper.

But he knows he can't

His heart ached at the thought of it. The pain of seeing you walk down that aisle, marrying another man, a man that’s not him, will be unbearable. He can’t do it. He can’t make himself watch you marry Neuvillette and act like nothing was wrong, like everything will just go back to normal after you tie the knot. He just can’t.

He swallowed. If he can’t watch you get married, then he’s going to let you go in a different way.

The duke suddenly stepped away, taking his hand off your hip and letting you go. His voice took on another commanding tone. He’s trying to keep his voice steady and firm, even though the pain was almost unbearable.

“Go…” He said, gesturing towards the door. “Go…and go marry...him...like you’re supposed to.”

You smile sadly. "I hope to see you out there.." Hugging him tightly, holding on a little too long before breaking apart and leaving. Glancing back to blink a tear away before disappearing from his view.

It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a tight embrace and stop you from walking away. He had to do this for the sake of his own heart, even though his soul was screaming at him to not let you go, to stop you and just pull you to him, maybe even lock the door so you won’t leave.

But he didn’t do any of that. He just watched you give him one last sad smile before you hug him. He closed his eyes, not returning the hug, letting himself enjoy the last bit of contact between the two of you.

He can hear everything from behind the door. The bells, the music, the voices of the guests, people waiting for the ceremony to start.

And he hates it. He can’t stand the thought of you walking down the aisle, smiling at Neuvillette, holding his hands, making promises to stay with him forever. To be with another man, a man that’s not him.

He leans against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to block out all the noise.

The tall man tried to hold on as best as he could, but he just couldn’t. He had to take a look. He’ll never get another chance, after all. He slowly opened the door, peeking through the gap, trying not to attract attention. He just had to see you.

The moment he saw you, all beautiful and radiant in your wedding gown, it’s like something broke in his heart. You’re walking towards Neuvillette, your smile bright and happy as you approach the altar. It’s like a dagger, twisting slowly inside his heart. This is really happening.

You’re going to marry him...

He sees you exchanging the vows, watching from afar with a heavy heart. The pain is almost unbearable now, watching you commit your life to another man. He’s not the type to show his vulnerability in public, but he can’t help but grip the edge of the door harder, trying to keep himself composed as his heart breaks into pieces in the process.

Our eyes meet, and for a second your voice breaks in the middle of the vows. But you quickly fix it. Looking away from him.

He held onto the door tighter as your voice broke. You looked straight at him when it happened, and he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip when your eyes meet. But then you immediately looked away and continued with the vows, leaving him stunned.

You saw him, you’re the one whose eyes lingered on him for a long moment, only pulling away because you have to finish the ceremony. Why do you look at him like that when you’re about to marry another man?

He can hear the priest going through the final part of the ceremony, asking you and Neuvillette say the last few words, saying ‘I do’. His heart hurt so badly that it’s almost hard to breathe. It’s over. You’ll now be married. You’ll now be a wife, a wife to another man...

"Do you. Take Neuvillette to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest smiles. You swallow and glance at Wriothesley before looking into Neuvillettes eyes.

"I do."

He stared at you as you said those words. His knuckles almost whitened with how hard he’s gripping the door, wishing he could just burst through and stop you… but he stayed. He stayed, and the only thing he could do is to watch, the pain overwhelming his heart and leaving him breathless.

He stayed silent as the priest proclaimed the wedding done, declaring that you and Neuvillette are now a husband and a wife, legally bound to each other forever… forever. The finality of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s over, for good. There’s no turning back now. You’re a married woman now. You’re no longer his, and it stings to realize it.

You and Wriothesley lost contact after the wedding. He holed himself up in The Fortress of Meropide, went back to being just an underworld dweller. Ten years had passed, and Clorinde had convinced him to visit the surface.

He had asked her over the years to update him on your life. But she refused. Not wanting him to worry about it.

Ten years might have passed, but the pain hasn’t diminished in the slightest. It’s dulled a little, but the memories of what happened that day still haunt him to this day, leaving a deep ache in his heart every time he thinks about you.

He’s doing a bit better now, or at least he’s trying to convince himself that way. He threw himself into his work, trying to find some kind of distraction, but none seemed to be enough to fully make him forget you.

When he finally goes up to visit  Fontaine's surface...for the first time in ten years...his heart stops as he hears a familiar voice near the Opera House.

It’s been ten years, but he recognized your voice immediately. He froze as he turned towards the source of the voice, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. Excitement, happiness, dread, worry, all mixed up into a messy bundle. It’s you. You’re here, for the first time in years.

You're holding a baby in a baby carrier, a grocery bag in the other hand. "Daddy will be happy to see you sweetheart~" You giggle at the baby.

He could barely believe his eyes. You’re here, and you’re holding a baby. As he observed you, the realization hit him. You’re a mother now. The thought sent a strange mix of emotions through him, a mix of happiness, sadness, and a sprinkle of jealousy.

The baby babbles and coos with excitement as you hand it a small toy.

He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched you. You seem so relaxed, so at peace, holding your baby. You’re such a wonderful mother. He tried to push down the thoughts of him in Neuvillette’s place, standing beside you as you hold your child, but it’s almost impossible to keep it from popping up in his head.

His heart sank as he saw Neuvillette walking towards you, a small smile on his face as he finally catches up with you. He instinctively stepped back to stay hidden, watching you both with a mixture of emotions. It’s bittersweet, watching you with your husband and your child, knowing it could have been HIM if things were different…if only he was a little more brave...

He watched bitterly as you and Neuvillette exchanged a kiss, unable to look away. Seeing the two of you again, together, happily married with a child, makes the pain he was trying to push away come back, worse than ever before. The realization that you’re forever out of reach hurts even more now that he can see you right before him again.

As we walk past Wriothesley you don't even look. He doesn't even know if you recognized him.

He felt a pang of hurt as you walked past him without noticing him at all. Not even a single glance in his direction. He didn’t know if you didn’t recognize him or just didn’t bother to look, but the message is clear. You don’t care about him and you don’t plan to anymore. The realization stung, like a bitter pill he had to swallow.

He noticed you dropped something, a toy that your baby was playing with. He was reluctant to interfere, knowing he has no place in your life anymore. But the sight of you walking away with your child, unaware of the toy, tugged at his heartstrings. He took a deep breath, gathering what little courage he had, before reluctantly calling out to you.

“Hey…” He called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he called out to you from behind. He could feel his heart racing as he spoke, the anxiety of talking to you again after so many years and the fear of getting ignored leaving him on the edge.

You turn and laugh nervously. "Oh Gods sorry!" You hand the grocery bag to Neuvillette and take the toy from Wriothesley. "Thank you so-" You cut off as you meet his icy blue eyes.

He stood there, looking at you, his heart hammering in his chest as your eyes met his. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to speak. Seeing you up close, those eyes, that smile, still the same despite the years that passed, it’s almost like he’s transported back in time before everything happened, before he lost you.

You don't acknowledge it as you clear your throat. "Thank you.."

He nods gently in response, still trying to gather his thoughts. Your casual tone almost stung, as if you don’t remember anything about their past. He took a shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.

“You’re…you’re welcome…” He said, his voice slightly unsteady.

He watches as you turn and move back to your place beside Neuvillette, his heart sinking just a little further as you don’t even look back at him. It’s like talking to a stranger. Or maybe that’s exactly what you two are now.

He let out a soft exhale, shoving his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from making a mistake by grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

His heart clenched as he watched you and Neuvillette walking together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The sight of you both, with your child, the family you’ve built together, it’s like a dagger digging deeper into his already shattered heart. It’s like a constant reminder of what could have been for him if things were different…if he wasn’t so cowardly and actually told you his feelings before it was too late.

What could've been...

🎀End🎀

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₊˚⊹☆ all my drs!!

have a list of all the drs i officially shift to (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ (in order of discovery) The ages are accurate to the moment i will shift in these drs if that makes sense..

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Better CR ⪼ Soren Minerva, 15 years old

this is where i'll permashift to 😼

Solar System ⪼ Soren Minerva, 8 years old

this dr is very similar to my bcr, but its the one with lore and history and gods etc also i shift at 8 just so i can bask in the 2010 years again because lets be honest they were the best ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

My Hero Academia ⪼ Aiden Konoike, 14 years old

i'm just a girl in this one. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Demon Slayer ⪼ Hoshi Tomioka, 16 years old

i'll have to figure this one out again, i just know i have cosmic breathing 🥳 zenitsu is probably my s/o •ᴗ•

Genshin Impact ⪼ Fleur, 18 years old(physically)

this one is lore heavy as well, but rn im just a court multitasker/protean at fontaine. i picked neuvillette as my found family, and kaeya & thoma as my lovers •ᴗ•

ParadoxLive ⪼ Nova Fall, 18 years old

aka one of my most hyped drs. im an idol there and a very cliche one at that. like that one barbie popstar movie where she transforms on stage, me core. i date nayuta because he's the only true one for me ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

What in HELL is bad? ⪼ Selene, 19 years old

i sort of follow the game plot, as in im the daughter of solomon. i didnt go too far in the game yet but i jst KNOW i either get close with satan or leviathan

Sonic the Hedgehog ⪼ Lune, do mobians have age..

this is the closest i currently am to being a princess, but im not royalty..sonic and shadow broke me out of my castle and brought me to green hill 😐 anyways i summon crystals with a wand weewoo! with the chaos emeralds i summon a crystal golem thing ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

Land of the Lustrous ⪼ Opal, 400 years old

not much to say except that opal looks uncannily close to diamond in appearance. i date zircon! or idk but we're best friends! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

Helodon ⪼ Atria, 20 years old

this is my partner's world - he writes a lot like me so of COURSE he has his own world like me and allowed me to shift there. i dont have much info on myself either i just know im cute and i love sothoth ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Spiderverse ⪼ Blair Fall or Minerva idk, 16 years old

my alias is haxxor bunny, because its literally bronya's haxxor bunny skin in hi3..i attack like her too! and i got beef with aiden<3 im not sure but i think i'll date a spiderman version of sero there ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

90's dr ⪼ Kami Bateman, 26 years old

im a model hehe. and i date a perfectly sane and healthy patrick bateman really i just like his looks, i scripted he was really sweet ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

AFK Journey ⪼ Merlin, 300 years old

again i lost interest in the game but im still shifting there. my alias is jinx and im a vampire, also im a dude lol. my s/o is valen<3 but soren is so close to taking the cake and i'd be so mad cause dude got the same name as the host 😨 also im dura's son!

Wuthering Waves ⪼ Orion, 20 years old

okay bare with me i still love the game but im unable to play it so i cry every day. anyways..my original plan was to be part of the fractsidus under the alias Hikaru but i dont think i wanna do that anymore. so yeah i dont much abt myself here either! i really like (male) rover i hold him 🫴 maybe i'll be like jinhsi's brother or something ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

? ⪼ Viktor, 25 years old

bare with me (bis) when i say i love viktor but i became aware of him just because i love the steampunk aesthetic and because we dont have a mechanic in this list. i'm still hesitant of him being from belobog and possibly dating luocha or jing yuan, i need to play hsr more. "( – ⌓ – )=3

Undertale ⪼ Rune, 7-8 or however old Frisk is

this is actually my first ever dr. ive had a huge undertale hyperfixation (1-3 years) and i basically made an oc which was a self insert. it was also my first ever lore which was super complicated idk how 7 year old me thought of it. when i was 9 i accidentally manifested that what happened to frisk would happen to me, i didnt know what was shifting or manifestation i just wrote down the same thing about 100 times while believing in it a lot. guess it worked with a 7 years delay because now im shifting there! i dont know how it will go but i see a happy "ending" with the monsters living with me n frisk at the surface cause WHY TF NOT.

Kaiju no.8 ⪼ haha i dont have any info on them.

i recently started watching k8 and i love it and could see myself going there, but i don't know anything about myself there ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

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