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cavalierious-whim · 3 months

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Making Eyes and Pheromones (NeuWrioLette)

Part of 'by the strange pull'.

Neuvillette has a rare urge to mark up Wriothesley for the entire public to see.

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There is little that bothers him and yet, today, the sight of Wriothesley's open collar drives him mad.

Neuvillette stares, his gaze washing over Wriothesley's form. Handsome, he’s always so handsome with that damnable crooked grin, and the slight hunch of his shoulders as he leans down. But his collar—it’s open more than usual, an extra button undone.

Wriothesley scratches at the skin on display idly, looking over a stack of papers that a Garde just handed him. Neuvillette tracks the movement like a predator, like Wriothesley is his—

“If you take a picture it may last longer,” drawls Sigewinne from Neuvillette’s side.

He startles, and when he meets her face, Sigewinne shoots him a grin that just knows—knows that he doesn’t want her to know, knows things that shouldn’t even be thought of. Neuvillette pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Miss Sigewinne—”

“Oh don’t you Miss Sigewinne me, Monsieur. I know the look of an alpha in—”

“I beg of you to not finish whatever it is you’re about to say.”

Sigewinne does so anyway. “In desperate need,” she says, just a little too loudly.

So rarely does Neuvillette’s alpha flare in his chest but Miss Sigewinne comes close to coaxing it out. “Miss Sigewinne,” he begins, only for her to talk right over him.

“I get it, you know? One handsome guy pines for the other handsome guy—”

“Sigewinne.”

“—A little keyed up. Hot and bothered. And look at him, all that skin on display.” Sigewinne laughs and waggles her eyebrows. “You know if you wanna sneak off to his office I’m more than willing to cover for you.”

“I do not want to do that. I will not do that,” replies Neuvillette tersely.

“Oh boo,” sighs Sigewinne, visibly deflating. “You’re no fun.” Then she reaches up and punches at his bicep. “Still, you’re making eyes and pheromones. Get all of that under control, even if it’s some like necking or—”

Neuvillette turns away and leaves before he can hear the rest of what Sigewinne says. Absurd. Absurd. He doesn’t need Sigewinne’s unwarranted relationship advice and yet—

His eyes still linger, tracing the edge of Wriothesley's collar, sweeping over the swell of his pectorals and down the line of his collarbone. He sighs again, quietly reigning back the instincts that rage through his veins, and everything seems to fall back into place.

At least until a pretty little thing rests her hand against Wriothesley's arm.

Wriothesley falls against his desk with a thud, legs spreading the moment Neuvillette slips close. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t,” hisses Neuvillette, shoving his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck. He inhales deeply, choking on his scent, drowning in the smell of leather, tea, and machine oil. This is what he’s addicted to, this is what he craves.

“Hey.” Wriothesley tilts immediately and without question, the line of his neck on display. His fingers curl into Neuvillette’s hair and he tugs. “Are you okay?”

“That woman,” murmurs Neuvillette, nuzzling sweaty skin, chasing with a forked tongue for a taste.

“Woman? Neuvillette, what woman?”

“The one who got a little too close.”

There is a pause as Wriothesley considers this. “Roselin? The Garde? My subordinate? Neuvillette, she isn’t—”

“I know that she isn’t. Wriothesley, I’m no fool, I know that you don’t—” Neuvillette groans softly. “I’m better than this. You know it, I know it. But I can’t help it, I can’t—” He’s so frustrated.

Wriothesley laughs, cradling Neuvillette’s cheeks in his palms. “Neuvillette.” He pulls back and tugs on Neuvillette's face to look at him. “What do you need?”

“You,” replies Neuvillette, turning to nip at one of Wriothesley's thumbs. “I can smell her on you—”

“A travesty.”

“You don’t smell like me—”

“Oh, that’s even worse.”

Neuvillette frowns. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” laughs Wriothesley, thumbing over the arch of Neuvillette’s cheekbone. “Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

There are a thousand things that Neuvillette needs, that his alpha needs. Arousal bleeds into his veins, coursing through his being like the high tide chasing the moon. Neuvillette rarely desires a claim—but oh, he needs to claim Wriothesley, to sink his teeth into his scarred flesh and taste it, to mark him up for everyone else to see and know.

“Sigewinne—”

“Are you seriously mentioning her right now?”

“—said that I should take a picture and that it would last longer. But Wriothesley, a picture isn’t enough. I need for you to bear my marks, to wear my claim if you’re going to be so openly… brazen.” He teases the edge of his collar with his claws.

“I lost a button,” explains Wriothesley.

“You could have changed into a fresh shirt, beloved. Your closet is right over there.”

“I could have,” he agrees.

Neuvillette’s gaze sharpens. “Oh,” he breathes, tilting his head. “This is on purpose then? All with the intent to tease me?”

“More like treat you.”

That makes Neuvillette’s chest rumble with pleasure. His mate has spent the entire day putting on a display for him. That—yes, that is satisfying. He leans close again, pressing his nose against Wriothesley’s nape and purrs. “What a good boy,” he says against his skin. “What a good mate.”

Wriothesley stiffens in surprise, and were Neuvillette in a better mind, he’d realize he’s never said that aloud, but at that moment he’s thinking of other things like sinking his fangs into Wriothesley’s scent gland, or sucking as many marks as he can into his scarred flesh.

“Go on, then.” Wriothesley presents himself so readily, so easily. His scent is placid and full of arousal. He wants this too, his fingers curling into Neuvillette’s hair to tug him close as he goads him on. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I’m all yours.”

Neuvillette has such a love-hate with the pet name, but he drinks it up here. Wriothesley's skin is hot underneath his mouth. He drags his fangs across scars and the thick leather cording of Wriothesley’s choker. Down to where his collar hangs open, trailing suckling marks the entire way.

Wriothesley moans. His legs spread eagerly and Neuvillette slips close, hands falling to Wriothesley's hips to yank at them. Wriothesley is hard. Neuvillette trills, smiling against him as he palms at his cock through the stiff fabric of his clothing. “You smell divine. You feel divine.”

“Needy,” says Wriothesley with a click of his tongue, hips rising to rub his erection against Neuvillette’s. “You must be a certain way to accost me here.”

“I already told you what I need.” Neuvillette’s teeth sink deep enough to sting, latching into the meat of Wriothesley's collarbone. “But for you to offer it up so easily? Mhmmn.”

Neuvillette’s alpha flares, drunk on the tangy scent of Wriothesley's arousal. The friction is to die for. He tugs Wriothesley's shirt from his trousers and settles the flat of his palm against the searing heat of Wriothesley's back. A moan gets caught in Neuvillette’s throat as he bites his way back up the column of Wriothesley's throat, delighting in how the muscle twitches under his mouth.

Wriothesley catches his free hand, causing Neuvillette to let loose a soft snarl. “Hey, easy there,” he says, tugging that hand down to his crotch. “I just want you to touch me.”

Just like that, all those terse instincts bleed away. “Yes,” says Neuvillette, nodding against Wriothesley's temple. “Yes, yes.”

Wriothesley undoes his trousers swiftly, lifting his ass to shove them down around his ankles. Neuvillette is quick too, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking it from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Beloved,” says Neuvillette, nipping at the line of his shoulder, right where his collar is pressed open. “All I want is for everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Wriothesley whines as he strokes his length again. “Yeah, yeah.”

Neuvillette squeezes the head and thumbs across the tip, spreading the precome, all the while sucking at his neck with a groan. “Wriothesley—”

“Mate,” says Wriothesley, “that’s what you said. You should—”

“I’m not biting you here.” Even if he wants to, even if Neuvillette is desperate to sink his teeth into that scent gland as Wriothesley writhes against him. Oh, the desire is there. He needs that—Sovereigns, he needs that. Another time and place. “I’ll sequester you,” he murmurs, the words dripping with heat. “I’ll mark you and you will not be allowed to leave my bed for days. We’d—”

Wriothesley covers the hand Neuvillette has on his dick with his own, squeezing it tighter. Fingers lock together and Wriothesley guides him to stroke his length harder, faster. “Like that,” he whispers. “Fuck, yeah—”

Neuvillette bites him, truly bites him, teeth sinking deeply into the juncture of Wriothesley's neck and shoulder. Right next to where his scent is the strongest. So, so close to that gland that begs to be taken. And then Neuvillette unlatches and sinks them down again, and again, and again.

Wriothesley goes taut against the desk and comes, spilling all over their hands. His other hand is curled around Neuvillette’s neck, holding him there against him, lax and so, so—

Neuvillette falls in love with him more with every subtle display of submission. For Wriothesley it isn’t submission, it’s trust, freely given. He craves this too, Neuvillette’s closeness and claim, and he sighs softly as Neuvillette strokes him through that blinding orgasm.

Blood wells from the bite marks, and Neuvillette laps at them, moaning as he tastes metal and brine. He could drink it up and thrive on it. His own blood pulses as he thinks, Wriothesley, Wriothesely, Wriothesley.

Wriothesley is gentle as he pets Neuvillete’s hair. “Better?”

No. Yes. Maybe. His alpha has calmed, at least, appeased for the moment as he leans back and looks at his work. Neuvillette thumbs over teeth marks and purpling skin. “I… apologize.” He should know better, behave better.

“For what?” Wriothesley laughs and pulls Neuvillette forward by his cravat. “I do think I begged for you to take what you wanted.”

Neuvillette’s anxiety creeps him when he remembers a very specific utterance thrown out in the heat of the moment. “Wriothesley, we should talk about—”

“It’s not like I don’t know.” Wriothesely cups Neuvillette’s cheeks and drags his lips towards his. “We’ll talk about it later, though, not here. Can I have a kiss, please?”

He makes it so easy. Neuvillette’s worry sloughs off him like old scales when Wriothesley's face tilts up to press their lips together. Sweet and lingering despite their natures. Wriothesley laughs against him, teasing Neuvillette’s skin with the pad of his thumb. When they part to breathe, Wriothesley asks, “How bad do I look?”

Neuvillette clears his throat and pulls at his collar, embarrassed.

“Oh.” Wriothesley's mouth curves into a smirk. “That bad, huh?”

“It will certainly… make a statement.”

Wriothesley hums. “Plus your scent all over me—”

“It’s not as though we are a secret.”

“Well, no, but—”

“I wanted it. I am not…” Neuvillette chuckles, tugging at Wriothesley's collar. “This damned collar. I’ll have nightmares about it for days.”

“Nightmares? Or nightmares?” Wriothesley waggles his eyebrows. “Speaking of, you didn’t—”

“Later. You owe me dinner anyhow after postponing the one earlier this week.”

Wriothesely gives him a fond look, something soft and crinkled that pulls at the edges of his eyes. He kisses Neuvillette’s knuckles. “Alright. Tonight. In the meantime—” Wriothese then winces, remembering something. “Sigewinne.”

“It’s her fault. Blame her for this when she demands to bandage you up.” Neuvillette strands properly, and steps away, leaving Wriothesley leaning against his desk, still half-naked and with his dick out.

“I won’t let her,” says Wriothesely as he tugs his trousers back up. “I want others to look. I want—” He swallows underneath Neuvillette’s heated stare. “Point is I want the same thing.”

Neuvillette’s old dragon instincts chur, pleased. He lets himself steal one last kiss before leaving.

Outside, Sigewinne shoots him an offensive smirk, to which Neuvillette allows himself the rare indulgence of giving her a rude gesture in return.

#Cavalierious Fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha/alpha #wriothesley/neuvillette #neuwriolette #by the strange pull #neuvillette/wriothesley #genshin smut

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therealmofamorus · 6 months

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Ask: Will Ganyu still be a devoted follower of the Geo Archon after her journey to Fontaine and meeting Neuvillette

(Male Alpha Stud AU; Ganyu, Neuvillette; Kinks: Seduction)

“No.” Neuvillette replied in a cool, smooth voice as he sensually touched the plush, curvaceous body of the once devoted follower to the Geo Archon.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #neuvillette #ganyu #alpha male stud au #alpha male stud au ask #seduction #implied ntr

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Genshin Men + Omegaverse Status

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, mating cycle, possessiveness, biting, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamic, knotting

A/N: Omegaverse is one of my favorite tropes (genres?) and it actually help me figure out some gender stuff so yeah, love it.

ALPHA - Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Dottore, Wriothesley, Zhongli

They don't always seem like alphas, there are times where they are so gentle towards the people they love that no one would think they have a harder side. However on the other hand they will snap at anyone who so much as looks at their mate wrong, their possessive and competitive nature ready to make things ugly if it's necessary. Fuck seeing or talking to anyone while they're in rut, the only thing you should do is keep taking their knot, or better yet stay on their knot the entire time, being thoroughly breed no matter where you yourself are in your mating cycle.

BETA - Diluc, Thoma, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Tighnari

No need to prove their love to anyone around you. They don't need to, you have their mating bite on your neck, and they have yours, that's the only proof that anyone needs that you're a couple. Anyone who says otherwise will need to tell them why they feel like they deserve you more. Depending on your own status they might let you be more dominating but most of the time they like to be the ones doing the fucking. That being said you can ride them as much as you want to, and if their cock can't keep up their mouth sure will, for as long you need it to.

OMEGA - Ayato, Kaveh, Neuvillette

Just because they're an omega doesn't mean they're completely submissive to you, even if you are an alpha. When they want to fuck you, when they're in heat you better be ready to keep up with them. Will seek out your attention a lot behind closed doors but try to stay a bit more aloof in front of others. Their status as an omega caused some people to not take them as seriously and because of that they had to work really hard to reverse that. The mating mark on their neck isn't always visible to others but they always display it to you when they hold you close, ready to come at any moment.

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r0-boat · 2 months

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The Beasts' Fair Share

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Omega!Neuvillette x Omega!Gn!reader x Alpha! Wriothesley

Nsfw

NeuWrio(poly)

"Poor thing..." A familiar voice reaches your ears, but you are too exhausted even to check and see who it is lying naked on Wriothesley's bed, naked and used, his thick cum still coming out of your abused hole. Though you didn't have to, as you were scooped up into the arms of your other lover. Another Omega and Fountaine's very own Iudex. The smell of driftwood, lilies, and freshwater fill your nose. You smile, finally opening your eyes, meeting his draconic ones. Neuvillette returned your smile before his face got stern. "Wriothesley."He calls, his soft scent getting slightly stronger, indicating his worry of how he found you.

"What?!" The Duke yelled back possibly still at his desk trying to finish the new paperwork He had been given.

You heard your mate growl which made you squirm in delight in his arms. Which made the Omega chuckle "Settle down Dear. I don't want to drop you."He nuzzles his nose against your cheek He waits a few more minutes for the Duke but nothing.

"Wriothesley!" Neuvillette raised his voice, his tone Stern his voice similar to the one he'd use in the courtroom, despite being an omega, which is seen as the weaker sex in society. Nuevillette being the hydro dragon, his scent so powerful it could even bring alphas whimpering to his knees. Perhaps it could even work on some of the Archons.

"Ok!Ok!" The Duke said in urgency, immediately getting up from his desk going to his private room to see why Nuevillette was angry at him. Only to give him a shit-eating grin when he saw you wrapped up in blankets in his arms.

"Ooh, I see now." He chuckled, coming closer to run his fingers through your hair, still messy from what he did to you. " Yeah, was in rut for the past week, wasn't I, sweetheart?" He purred

"and work builds awful lot of stress, you know, with no way to take it out-yeah, but they loved it, didn't you?"

Neuvillette sighed, his brows relaxing when he saw your small, tired smile. His lips laid on your forehead as he places you back onto the bed.

"I just wish you would be a little more gentle."

Wriothesley huffed that smirk returned "That's not what you said last month."

The hydro dragon's eyes widen"That-"

Only for the Duke to cut him off "anyway I don't believe you just came down here just to give me papers. That paperwork you gave me was hardly work...." The Duke comes closer intaking the scent a fresh rainwater driftwood, lilies... what's this? That citrusy scent... He knows it well.

"well I just used them so I have nothing left to give and I need to do some paperwork so I'll leave you to alone, for now."

As quickly as he came The Duke left possibly back to his desk The sweet smell of fruity cherries filling your nose indicates his good mood.

Nuevillette flustered but still calm approaches you on the bed before crawling on the sheets. His face was a little flushed You're not sure from the encounter with Wriothesley or something else... You can kind of smell something but You are too fucked out of your mind to think as you feel hands caress and grab your thighs his hair brushing against your inner thighs and his breath on your core.

"I know you up probably tired from what Wriothesley has done to you.... But I need it," the dragons voice shakes with fresh rainwater, water lilies and finally nodes of citrus fill the air. His voice was husky and needy

"And I haven't seen you for so long, Even when Wriothesley had you I had a case to deal with... I need this; I miss your taste."

#smut #genshin x reader #neuvillette #wriothesley #wriolette #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #omegaverse #genshin imagines #genshin smut #wrio x reader #neuvillette smut #wriothesley smut

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kiskisur · 8 months

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ᝰ.ᐟ Don't look too hard

rules || info || about me || tags || fandoms

✿ ︴masterlist ! ⌕ ꩜

▻ genshin !! ~

!! SCARAMOUCHE

♡ ;; leaves will soon grow - scaramouche x ftm!reader = fluff

warning: ftm!reader, fluff, gender dysphoria, scaramouche just being a sweetheart, no pronouns mentioned just "you"

dom!scaramouche x sub!male!reader

warnings: NSFW, degradation kink

grumpy!scaramouche x sunshine!gn!reader

warnings: sunflower!gn!reader x grumpy!scaramouche, fluff honestly?

grumpy!scaramouche x sunshine!gn!reader p2

warnings: nothing in particular, auntie nahida ‼️🗣️, scaramouche is scared of nahida because she'll hit him in the head with a slipper if he makes (name) cry.

scaramouche x m!reader

warnings: NSFW, scaramouche praises you, mentions of being straight (idk if it's a warning..?) scaramouche is smart at math ig, based on a convo with scara bot ehe, blowjob (scaramouche receiving)

sugar baby!scaramouche x reader

warnings: NSFW, risky sex(?) gn!reader, whiny scaramouche

♡ ;; it's so warm kabukimono x ftm!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, kabukimono is new here like actually, kabukimono x ftm!reader, honestly dk how to write a pussy so receive a hole 💔 buff reader and smaller kabukimono is so...

tsundere!wanderer x gn!reader

warnings: nothing really just fluff

!! LYNEY

♡ ;; at pagtapos ang himas ng sandali. - lyney x male reader = angst

warnings: angst no comfort, [name]'s parents are a bitch🔥, male reader, he/him pronouns, reader is referred to as [name] :)

♡ ;; we fell in love in october. - lyney x male reader = fluff

warnings: male reader, lyney being a cutie patootie :((, reader is referred as [name] and goes by they/them pronouns, slight angst(?)

♡ ;; I'm scared. lyney x gn!reader = angst

warnings: angst with no comfort, gn!reader x lyney, no specific pronouns just "you"!

!! CHILDE

♡ ;; and the reason is clear. - childe x male reader = fluff

warnings: male reader, fluff yesyes, reader is referred to as [name], it's short because I'm sleepy 🥹

♡ ;; sex by the fire at night. alpha!childe x omega!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW. sub!bottom male reader, dom!top childe, praise kink, it's short sadly :(:(:(, childe calls reader pup, no pronouns mentioned just "you"!! amab reader

♡ ;; It'll always be you, dear. Insecure!male reader x famous!childe = fluff

warnings: a shitty girl is gossiping (real), insecure (?) male reader x famous childe, fluff only ehe

!! ZHONGLI

♡ ;; I'm here whenever you need it. Zhongli x ftm reader = fluff with slight angst

warnings: nothing but fluff, reader gets misgendered, slight angst with comfort, no specific pronouns for reader, male reader

!! NEUVILETTE

♡ ;; pretty boy neuvilette x attorney!ftm!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, sub!ftm!reader x dom!neuvilette, reader has a pussy, praising, basically neuvilette worshipping your body because yes, breeding kink sure

♡ ;; my dearest neuvilette x gn!reader = fluff

warnings: nothin' but fluff ehe, chaotic!gn!reader x calm!neuvilette, reader can destroy literally anything, cutie patootie otter 🤭 reader is scared of rats, short because I got lazy and I still need to write a lot 💔

♡ ;; rare creature neuvillette and melusine!gn!reader

warnings: nothing in particular, gn melusine, reader's pronouns are they/them, a bit spoilers ig? nervous reader ‼️‼️

!! XIAO

♡ ;; you know I can't fight the feeling xiao x adeptus!male reader = angst with comfort

warnings: angst with comfort, adeptus!male reader x xiao, he/him pronouns for [name] (you!) (sorry huhu it helps me improve my writing but I'll try in a 2nd POV maybe? ^^), reader goes missing for hundreds of years

♡ ;; you feel too good, my love.. top!xiao x bottom!m!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, top!xiao x bottom!male reader, both are virgins so they don't know shit, some funny moments (?), praise kink (yeah I'm sorry 😭) lots of teasing and playing around

♡ ;; Instead of being such a brat across the world how about I put you in your place? dom!xiao x demon!sub!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, dom!xiao x demon!sub!male reader, xiao fucks the "evil" out of him, degradation kink, reader has a tail and horns so xiao takes advantage of it this is NOT dub-con and noncon it's just reader being bratty asf, breeding (?) kink

!! VENTI

♡ ;; we'll be a fine line. venti x male/ftm reader = angst

warnings: male reader, angst with no comfort, venti x reader, reader died from a sickness from childhood

!! WRIOTHESLEY

(currently recreating!)

♡ ;; that's loving in your eyes. sub!top wriothesley x dom!bottom gn!reader = smut

warnings: gender neutral reader, NSFW. wriothesley just being a submissive good boy (it's so hot wgat), dom!bottom reader x sub!top wriothesley, reader's pronouns are they/them, praise kink and maybe a little degradation kink? little breeding kink

!! KAEYA

♡ ;; did you get enough love? parent!kaeya and child!reader = pure fluff p1

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, gn!reader, reader is a minor and kaeya is a dad, reader's pronouns are they/them but more of a "you"!

♡ ;; my little dove. parent!kaeya and child!reader p2

warnings: nothing really, just fluff, father!kaeya and child!reader (PLATONIC.) not a kaeya x diluc, your pronouns are they/them :)

!! CYNO

♡ ;; I see nobody dom!top cyno x sub!bottom male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, male reader, no pronouns mentioned, just "you", top!cyno x bottom!male reader, reader is cocky and famous while cyno is the quiet nerdy type (ikr it's hot), reader cheats on his girlfriend, praise and degradation kink, risky sex(?)

!! LISA

♡ ;; more, darling! Top male reader x bottom lisa = smut

warnings: NSFW, male reader, top male reader x power bottom lisa, praise kink, mommy kink (ik I have mommy issues)

!! ALHAITHAM

♡ ;; I don't feel the same = alhaitham x gn!reader = angst no comfort

warnings: angst no comfort, gn!reader x alhaitham, kaveh x alhaitham (cutie ehe) Modern AU because yeah, it's short sorry!! :((

!! DOTTORE

dom!dottore x sub!male!reader

warnings: NSFW, clones, praise kink, he worships your body ig?

!! KAVEH

♡ ;; my boy. kaveh x playboy!m!reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, playboy!mreader x top kaveh, slight degrading kink, kaveh whimpers while fucking you because I said so, possessive ig

♡ ;; pretty begging kaveh x power bottom!male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW, power bottom!male reader x top!kaveh, short sadly because I ran out of ideas 😞, bondage, kaveh begs (down bad right there)

!! BENNETT

bennett x gn!reader

warnings: nothing but flufff~

▻ obey me !! ~

!! MAMMON

♡ ;; I get drunk pretend that I'm over sub!top mammon x dom!bottom male reader = smut

warnings: NSFW. dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

!! SATAN

dom!satan x sub!m!reader

warnings: NSFW, Satan is a stranger at first ig? praise kink.

!! ASMODEUS

♡ ;; his eyes are like angels asmodeus x male reader = fluff

warning: fluff, male reader x asmodeus, asmodeus doesn't really fall in love since he is the avatar of lust but..

▻ honkai star rail !!

!! BLADE

dom!blade x sub!male!reader

warnings: praise kink, hair pulling, ig crying? blade reassures you, it's short :((

▻ haikyuu !! ~

!! KAGEYAMA

kageyama x sick!reader

warnings: kageyama x gn!reader, reader is sick, nothing in particular just fluff

▻ others !! ~

reader angst

warnings: angst no comfort, you're in a feast day in school, family issues, eating disorder (?)

ayato, gorou, childe x male reader (seperate)

warnings: nothing but fluff, gorou, ayato and childe x m!reader (seperate) stressed out reader, childe still can't believe you're his boyfriend ehe

wriothesley x m!reader x alhaitham x itto

warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x m!reader x wriothesley x itto, very down bad..

Milk fic p1 -> p2

warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x m!reader x wriothesley x itto, very down bad..

warnings for pt 2: warnings: NSFW, alhaitham x wriothesley x m!reader x itto, blowjob, a lot of praise kink + degrading kink, blowjob (alhaitham receiving), mentions of breeding kink

ᝰ.ᐟ might hurt yourself.

admiring from afar. -> angst

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vash-yuu · 8 months

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— touch grass, bitch —

[[ Warning: swearing, lyney almost getting his ass beaten, might be ooc, nothin' else just fluff and crack ]]

Thank you @ivoryghostyy for proofreading :]]

"After being away from the sunlight for so long, even the terrifying depths of the sea begin to feel like home." he says; randomly, from beside you. He was finishing up his paperwork for the day. After all, being the duke of Meropide had its pros and cons.

One of said pros being your title as a duke, granting you access to a copious amount of power. Not to mention your wealth—you were literally filthy fucking rich.

And the cons? Well, for one, you don't touch grass. Ain't any better than those Akademiya folk, but hey, at least you're hot.

Moving on to the current situation,

You were completely done with your significant other's bullshit.

That being said, you take matters into your own hands, dragging his ass up to the main city of Fontaine in hopes of introducing him to some of your friends. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Wrong.

When you first proposed the idea, he immediately shut it down. Apparently, he had a lot of work to do and couldn't be bothered to go back there. So you decide to go with plan B.

"for fuck's sake, LyNEY. PLEASE.HELP. ME."

…and that plan B was to get your friend, Lyney, to take pictures with you in hopes of getting your loving, always bruised up boyfriend, Wriothesley, to touch grass.

Lyney sighs deeply, knowing of your idiotic tendencies, and deciding to step up so you'd stop making a fool of yourself. You practically begging on your knees-

After your lil' photoshoot with Lyney (bless his soul), you had one of the guards send it off to Wriothesley under the guise of "important business" from Neuvillette.

Needless to say, Wriothesley was furious. (Who dares to mess with the alpha's mate!?) Why were you hugging him so intimately? Why did your smile look different from the ones you sent his way? He—quite childishly, might i add—stomped all the way from his office to the Fountain of Lucine. There you sat, laughing with Lyney, discussing the possible stages of grief your boyfriend might have just gone through.

In all his glory, the duke of Meropide, among his other titles, was making his way to you; looking like he was about to beat the ever living fuck out of the magician.

..Oh shit, he almost did.

Before it escalated, you quickly explained the gist of the situation. No, none of it was real. Yes, you only did it to get his fine ass out of the confines of his office. Simply, he countered:

"You could have just asked, y'know?"

This bitch-

Ahem. It seems that he's already forgotten the fact that you did ask; failing miserably in the process. How long ago was it? hm, oh yes, just a few moments before you decided to ask Lyney, of all people, for help.

Speaking of the magician, he's already taken the chance to escape. I mean, considering how his friend's idiotic prank almost caused him a horrible death, why wouldn't he?

With no other option than to stay with you, Wriothesley let his jealousy subside. He found his place beside you, watching the setting sun from atop the hill you found yourselves on; a picnic, if you will.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke.

"..Thanks." You turn to look at him.

"Y'know, for gettin' me out of that place. I never realized how homesick I actually was after gettin' used to the dark 'n gloomy walls of Meropide.."

He held a small smile, a rare act; a scene only you can witness. In the spur of the moment, you move subconsciously, placing your lips against his. 'It tastes like black coffee,' you note to yourself, recalling all the all-nighters he'd pull just to finish his work. Bitter, yet addicting.

Maybe one day, he'll be free of the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork on his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he'll find the time to surprise you; dropping on one knee and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.

You look forward to that day.

Bonus:

"Hah! Just in time!" You heard a voice exclaim.

Quickly pulling away from each other, the two of you turn to the culprit.

"..Lyney. Was it necessary for you to follow us?" You question, glancing at your boyfriend who looks about ready to maul the magician to death.

A death he should've brought upon sooner.

"Oh, Would you look at the time! I'd best be going.."

"Wrio," you turn to your lover.

"Get him."

#genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #genshin wriothesley

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kunishirou · 8 months

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Neuvithesley abo verse | a sequel for "Come Pick Me Up"

words 4,2k | rated M for smut but non explicit | PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE READING

Read on ao3

#neuvithesley #abo verse #abo au #alpha Neuvillette #omega Wriothesley #Genshin Impact #drabble #fanfiction #ao3 #kuni write

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arkhammaid · 8 months

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THE BIG ARKHAM DATA LEAK OCTOBER 2023

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DATED: weekdays on oct 23 SIZE: short fics, one character per prompt

APHRODISIACS alpha in a beta world

wriothesley [genshin impact]

KNOTTING i’m a mess

dan heng IL [honkai star rail]

PEGGING bow low for me

fushiguro megumi [jujutsu kaisen]

OVERSTIMULATION crying for you

neuvillette [genshin impact]

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DATED: sundays on oct 23 SIZE: fics & hcs, several characters

ORAL SEX on your knees

neuvillette, wriothesley [genshin impact]

THREESOME double trouble

gojo satoru, geto suguru [jujutsu kaisen]

VIRGINITY LOSS ***

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cosmic-lullabies · 5 months

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When Hoyoverse won't give Furina and Neuvillette a closure in-game so you take matters into your own hands.

CAS Without Reshader:

Can't find any Alpha hair for them. But hey, at least it works, right?

Available for Download. (Made a few tweaks, so they would look a little different :<) All outfits are already adjusted. Just change the clothes, no need to put their makeup repeatedly. 🙌

Thank you to all CC creators!

#focallette #furillette #furina #neuvifuri #focalors #genshin impact #neuvillette #my sims #sims 4 #the sims 4 #video games #the sims cc #sims 4 cc #sim down #ts4

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silentmoths · 2 years

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Masterlist

Currently writing for: Genshin Impact Compiled in order of first postage

Green means sfw Red means nsfw White means suggestive

Vampire!Zhongli Char.AI

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie - Zhongli x Reader sfw

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie II electric boogaloo - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Is that laughter? or Just athsma? - Zhongli x Reader sfw

I'm so tired - Genshin Men x Reader sfw

Touch Starved - Zhongli x Masc! Reader sfw

What they smell like - Genshin Men Scent headcanons sfw

Forgetting the occasion - Genshin men x Reader ,suggestive

Please, think better of yourself - Diluc/Zhongli x reader nsfw

No longer the one and Oni - Itto x Oni! Reader nsfw

Perfectionist - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Resting murder face - Genshin men X reader sfw

In your own world - Diluc x reader sfw

The Oni thing i need is you - Itto x reader sfw

Oops-! - Genshin men X Reader nsfw

Angel of mine - Angel!Zhongli x reader, suggestive

Sudden fatherhood - Dad!Zhongli x Child!Reader sfw

Bad day - Kaeya x Reader sfw

Kid Gloves - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Tartaglil - Dad!Childe x Child!Reader sfw

Brotherly comfort - Brother!Ayato x Reader sfw

Celebrity Encounter - Celeb!Zhongli x Reader, suggestive

Tutor dates - Albedo x Reader sfw

Pain Relief - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

I accidentally raised a god from the dead - Thrall!Zhongli x Necromancer!Reader nsfw

An emotional exchange - Zhongli x Reader sfw

A lap to cry on - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Cuddle time - Ei/Ningguang x Reader cuddle headcanons sfw

I will wait for eternity- Ei x Reader sfw

How much time do we have? - Boss!Zhongli+Ei x Secratary!Reader nsfw

Warm up - Omega!Albedo x Alpha!Reader nsfw

Mock exam - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

Demonic corruption - Demon!Zhongli x Excorcist!Reader nsfw

Happy accidents - Zhongli x Pregnant!Reader sfw

Teyvat pussy eating champions - Genshin men & women nsfw

Please mommy - Student!Kazuha x Prof!Reader nsfw

Slow fall - Zhongli x Reader nsfw

Demonic Ascension - Demon!Zhongli x ExorcistDemon! Reader part II nsfw

Friend in the night - Zhongli x reader sfw

The safeword - Genshin men x Reader nsfw

An apple for you to stay? - Venti x Reader sfw

Restart the chapter - Al Haitham x reader nsfw

Good morning, Darling - Zhongli x reader nsfw

When will I see you again? (In your dreams) - Zhongli x reader sfw/angst

Strange arcade event: I just bought that top- Zhongli x reader nsfw

Strange arcade event: Losing composure but everything is mundane - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: wait, you're HOW old!? - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: Let me guess, you caused it? - Childe x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: what the hell were we meant to be cooking again? - Amber x Reader suggestive

Was it cold out? - Yandere!Zhongli x reader, nsfw (minor)

The most amicable guest at the party - Zhongli x Reader, nsfw

the enigma of the moth - Selfship, sfw

Caught in the act - Genshin men x reader, suggestive

The Meow - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Little Champion - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Winter wonderland event- Breakroom Spaghetti - Zhongli x Reader, sfw

Big 👀 Energy - Genshin men x Reader NSFW

Fragile as a brick wall - Zhongli x reader Royal AU - Longform, nsfw

You need to throw a book at director Hu - Zhongli x reader, sfw

A cold cure for insomnia - Pkmn S/V Rika x fem reader, nsfw

Chronically - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Two weeks - Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Kindergarten Blues - Single Dad Zhongli x Kindergarten Teacher reader, sfw

Unspoken arrangement - Capitano x Reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts - Svarog/Yaoshi/Kafka x reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts 2, Electric boogaloo - Jing Yuan, Welt, Lan x reader, nsfw

At your beck and call - Butler!Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Quick-Relief - Morax x Adeptus reader, nsfw

A vampired guide to feeding from a hemophobic partner - Neuvillette x Reader, nsfw

#moth is not silent #moth masterlist #good god #moths menagerie

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cavalierious-whim · 4 months

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An Itch to Scratch (And Scratch and Scratch—) (Wriolette)

Part of 'Intrusive Thoughts, a Comedy.

Neuvillette decides to offer a helping hand for Wriothesely's rut.

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Neuvillette’s nose twitches, assaulted by the sharp scent of an omega in pre-heat.

He looks, mildly curious. A young woman tries to calm her alpha down as he frets about her. They are a good-looking couple who seem kind enough, and no true distress rolls off of the omega; only the sweet tang of her fertility, and the arousal that her mate fails to reel back.

“Coffee,” she says, “I just want a quick coffee and then we can go back to our nest, hm? Then you can—”

Neuvillette tunes out the rest. How crass. Neuvillette sniffs, sidestepping her when she turns and nearly walks into him. “Watch it,” he says quietly, steadying her by the shoulders.

Her mate snarls. Neuvillette gives him a placid look before letting go of her. “My apologies,” he says. “Might I suggest, however, that you take this… elsewhere.”

The omega rubs her face, woefully embarrassed by the entire situation. “Ah, Monsieur Neuvillette. I apologize. We just needed… Well. I suppose that doesn’t matter, does it? Dear, let’s go.” Her mate, thankfully, has turned his attention back to her. His nostrils flare as he pulls her close, intent on dousing her in his scent. Marking what he considers his—and his pretty little mate keens in response, cupping his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss that borders on pornographic.

Disgusting. Annoying. Neuvillette’s nose twitches again. The irony is not lost on him. As a beta, such things should be mildly bothersome at best. But, as a dragon, his nose is just as keen as any omega and alpha, which over the centuries has become the absolute bane of his existence.

He does not have ruts or heats; no scent glands, and the desperate need to fuck or be filled comes only once in a blue moon, so to be surrounded by cock-headed idiots who think of little aside from that is… an experience. At least someone in Fontaine maintains awareness. At least someone maintains a calm and level head at all times.

“I shouldn’t have left my office,” he mutters to himself as he narrowly dodges the shoulder of an alpha dripping with the acrid scent of rage. Neuvillette sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The next time he’ll have his bottled water delivered to his door, the extra fee be damned.

There is one exception to what Neuvillette would consider to be the rules of his existence.

“Wriothesley,” he greets as the door to his office is thrown open.

“Thank the Archons,” hisses Wriothesley, pushing off a bewildered Sedene who looks absolutely scandalized that he marched past without her permission. “And before you whine about not mentioning them in your presence, I know.”

Neuvillette hides a grin when Wriothesley finally shoots Sedene an apologetic look before shutting the door in her face. “She won’t forgive you for that later, you know.”

“She always does.” Wriothesley strides across the room to the wet bar, fills the Electro Kettle, and sets it to boil. There’s a jerky quality to his movements that catches Neuvillette’s eye. Wriothesley seems agitated and on edge. Neuvillette watches as he makes his tea with shaking hands. “Also,” continues Wriothesley as he drops into the chair next to him, “Sedene loves me.”

Sweat beads along Wriothesley's brow. He smells like—Neuvillette’s gaze narrows. “Are you in—”

“Pre-rut? Yeah. Why’d you think I ran in here like a madman? I had to beat the omegas off of me in the street.”

Leather, tea, and something else; something intensely…Wriothesley. If it were anyone else, Neuvillette would gag on it, he’d send them from the room and light a candle.

Wriothesley is the one exception.

Still.

“You could have stayed home,” Neuvillette tells him in a tone as dry as the Sumeru desert.

“And leave you to fend for yourself?” Wriothesley scoffs, looking offended by the thought.

“Wriothesley, I have been the Iudex for centuries—What is with that look?”

“Oh, nothing.” It certainly isn’t nothing. Wriothesley leans against the edge of the wet bar counter, arms crossed over his chest. He watches him with that calculating look that Neuvillette had become so fond of. “Looooooook,” drawls Wriothesley as the Electro Kettle begins to whistle. He shuts it off, pours out the water into a cup, and says, “You’ve just got a…” He waves vaguely.

“A?”

“Large load? New duties? Look, Fontaine nearly drowned, the Archon is dead, and you—well. You’re the Dragon and now you’re doing a lot of things.” Wriothesley dumps a tea bag into the mug and crosses the room before dropping into the chair opposite Neuvillette. “Sedene is worried. Sigewinne is worried. I’m—”

“You should be worried about your rut,” cuts in Neuvillette.

Wriothesley blinks at him, surprised by the concern, which makes Neuvillette huff. Rude. Neuvillette isn’t an uncaring man, and even if he was, it is a fact that Wriothesley will not be able to maintain a clear head for long. He’s on the edge of his seat, back stiff and straight, one foot tapping with a sort of nervous energy that he rarely carries. His cheeks are flushed, pink setting over them and across his nose, rosy and—

Neuvillette’s thoughts reel to a stop.

This is the problem. Neuvillette might be a beta and lack the idiosyncrasies that come with secondary genders. But, he is also a dragon—and dragons have their own baser instincts, ones just as difficult to avoid. Typically, the smell of an alpha in rut would send Neuvillette packing but Wriothesley is…

Unable to be ignored. And it has been that way for years. Neuvillette smooths his fingers over the report that sits before him to distract himself from the handsome, sharp edges of Wriothesley's face, and that damnable smell of his impending rut. Tea. Leather, citrus, and machine oil. The spiced undercurrent of arousal—

Of arousal?

Wriothesley sits there in that seat awkwardly, sticking his finger into his collar to tug at it. Hot. Sweaty. Neuvillette cares little for things like lust and yet he finds himself wanting to lick the bead of it that slips down Wriothesley's temple.

Neuvillette thanks himself for the centuries of practice when it comes to avoiding others because Wriothesley is a tall glass of water and he’s never found himself so thirsty. He clears his throat and begins with, “Wriothesley, I think—”

“Alright, a compromise then,” interrupts Wriothesley. “We look at the most important budget reports and then I’ll go hole up for a few days.”

A sound plan. Rational. Logical. One problem: “Alone?”

Neuvillette never probes. He refuses to look at Wriothesley, trying to maintain that facade of his, dragging his fingers along the grain of the parchment instead.

“I… yes? I don’t, uh—” Wriothesley rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “My ruts suck because I don’t spend them with a partner. Omegas get too attached and I have no interest in entertaining—”

“Why don’t you fuck me, then?”

Wriothesley's mouth falls open in shock. And so does Neuvillette’s because what in the ever-loving intrusive thought was that?

His instincts getting the better of him, that’s what. Neuvillette’s dragon purrs underneath his skin, delighted by the thought. Wriothesley smells wonderful. They trust each other. He would take care of him and breed him full—

Neuvillette slams his pen down abruptly, causing Wriothesley to jerk. “Wriothesley, I apologize,” he says, the words thick on his tongue. “That was incredibly crass of me to suggest.”

“I’ll say. Monsieur Neuvillette, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say the word fuck in all the years we’ve known each other.”

“And, obviously, you may disregard such a ridiculous idea—”

“Wait, why?”

Neuvillette finally looks at Wriothesley. And Wriothesley stares back, eyes blown wide and biting at his lip. The smell of his arousal has sharpened. Wriothesley is—

Oh. This is an interesting development. Neuvillette straightens in his chair. “You said yourself that you, apparently, do not take rut partners.”

“I… it’s complicated. Messy. I don’t trust anyone.” Wriothesley pauses, licking his lips in a way that makes Neuvillette unable to look away. “But you… I trust you. And you aren’t the type to make a mess of things.”

An odd thing to say. “Explain,” requests Neuvillette.

Wriothesley laughs, a short, aborted sound. “Ah, I just mean you aren’t the type to get attached. It’d be transactional and that’s…what I need.”

He is wrong. Wriothesley is so incredibly wrong. Neuvillette has known desire before as rare it was—and yes, those times were perfunctory at best. Dragons have their own heat cycles which even he cannot ignore. And Wriothesley is the exception because Neuvillette has long since had a problem with watching him from afar, with leaning in too close, with trailing his fingers over the length of his shoulders for just an inkling of heat; because of these things, it cannot be transactional.

Neuvillette has been attached for longer than he’d ever admit, and judging by the change of Wriothesley's scent, he is equally enamored.

“But,” says Wriothesley then, looking away to rest his chin against his knuckles. His voice is soft and far away. Strained. “You’re a beta. I know that I can’t hurt you, but can you take…” Embarrassment flashes across Wriothesley's face.

“Your knot,” concludes Neuvillette bluntly.

“Don’t just say it so, so—” Wriothesley gestures vaguely.

Neuvillette’s expression melts into something amused, a rare expression reserved for a select few—Wriothesley among them. “I may not be an omega,” he says, “but I am a dragon. You would find me… uniquely equipped to handle such a thing quite easily.”

Wriothesley drags a hand down his face. “What does that mean?”

“I suppose you would have to agree to a midnight rendezvous to find out.”

“Are you—” Wriothesley sputters, his face screwed into confusion. “Are you flirting? Is that an attempt to seduce me?”

“You said this would be transactional.”

“Right, right,” mutters Wriothesley. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks. His scent sours slightly, anxiety cutting through his arousal like a keen knife.

Neuvillette leans closer, hoping that it may quell Wriothesley's racing thoughts. “How long has it been since you’ve taken a partner?”

“I don’t know.” It must be the truth. Wriothesley grimaces, and sounds so tired that Neuvillette can feel the exhaustion settle into his bones as well. “And before you say it, I know it isn’t good for me. Sigewinne’s been hounding me about it for years.”

“Wriothesley, you are a dear friend and such a thing worries me.”

Wriothesley traces the edge of Neuvillette’s desk with a fingertip. “And if I were to say I’d take you up on that offer?”

“Then I would be at your disposal for your rut.”

Wriothesley hums, nodding his head, and worries the edge of the desk for a little too long. “Transactional,” he repeats as if trying and failing to convince himself. “Just one guy helping the other out, no strings attached.” He stands abruptly, tugging at his collar again.

Neuvillette watches him pace a few steps, biceps flexing with strain. His rut must be worsening at the thought of a prospective ma—partner. Neuvillette clears his throat. “Are those terms satisfactory?”

“Are they—” Wriothesley gives him a bewildered look and then blinks away the panic. “Right, no—yes. Yeah, okay. Make it later, though. In the day. Tonight? My place is a mess.”

Wriothesley doesn’t give Neuvillette a chance to reply, shuffling from his office on quick feet. A full cup of tea is left sitting on the desk. Neuvillette finally inhales, biting at his thumb as he melts into his chair. The room smells like Wriothesley, choked in his arousal, and Sovereigns he wants him.

The rest of the work day proves to be long and particularly difficult.

It will not be transactional, and any strings attached are immediately cut; that is clear from the moment that Neuvillette is let through the door.

Wriothesley yanks him across the threshold and shoves him against the wall. One thigh slips between his legs and Neuvillette responds eagerly, grinding against it without a second thought. Wriothesley groans against his neck, his breath fanning against the skin there, hot and heady. “Fuck,” he curses, nipping at Neuvillette’s throat, “you smell good. You always smell good. Sweetheart—”

Neuvillette yanks Wriothesley's head back to kiss him. It is sloppy. All tongues and teeth, but Wriothesley licks into his mouth as if he’s waited years to do so. He cups Neuvillette’s cheek, thumbing over the rise of the bone there. Wriothesley moans, his tongue sweeping across Neuvillette’s, tasting him, wanting more, wanting—

“Off,” mutters Neuvillette as he tugs Wriothesley's shirt from his trousers.

Wriothesley laughs. Damn him for walking around his home in only a loose shirt. Damn him for those sinuous muscles and the hot skin that scorches the flat of Neuvillette’s palm.

They are in trouble. This will be the death of them, but Neuvillette will not complain.

“I thought you were above this,” laughs Wriothesley against his mouth. A quick nip, the barest bite of his teeth, the cut of his fangs digging into Neuvillette’s bottom lip.

“Oh?” Neuvillette raises a hand to tug at Wriothesley's hair sharply.

“Sedene teases you about it. You’re always so annoyed by—”

“To be fair, alphas reek. Omegas reek. Both are a constant assault upon my nose, particularly when it comes to ruts and heats—”

“And yet, you’re here, helping me,” murmurs Wriothesley, nipping at Neuvillette’s neck. He inhales, sighs against his nape, and continues with, “You don’t smell annoyed, you smell—”

“You’re different.”

Wriothesley stills at that. His hand slides down the length of Neuvillette’s side, thumb rubbing circles against the jut of the bone there. Neuvillette swallows, his words caught in his throat. What is the human phrase? In for a Mora, in for a pound? And Wriothesley is no fool. He knows that Neuvillette doesn’t offer this to others, that he doesn’t dole out this sort of attention on the regular.

Only for him. Wriothesley can smell Neuvillette’s desire. He can feel it in the weight of their bodies pressed together, and can hear it in the soft whines that Neuvillette lets loose.

“So you want this.” Wriothseley’s voice comes quiet, strangely calm despite the heat that must boil his blood.

“How could I not?”

“And that tease about my knot—”

Neuvillette snorts. “That wasn’t a tease. I told you that I am equipped to handle it. Have I ever lied to you?” Skirted the truth, yes. Omitted things conveniently, absolutely. But he could never lie, least of all to Wriothesley.

“Wicked thing, aren’t you?” Wriothesley drags a calloused thumb across Neuvillette’s lips, admiring the bite marks. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Hold me to what?” asks Neuvillette, in a teasing mood.

“Taking my knot.”

Neuvillette’s resulting look is a sultry smirk. “Beloved thing,” he purrs, cupping Wriothesley's chin in a too-tight grip. “As if I could deny you.”

Another kiss, this time slower, languid, searching. Neuvillette uses his tongue to parse out his feelings, tracing every inch of Wriothesley's mouth. A hungry moan. The clashing of teeth—that old dragon that lurks in Neuvillette’s breast comes forth and bleeds into his veins. Instincts are easy to blame and harder to give into, but oh, does he want to.

They stumble through Wriothesley's meager apartment. Neuvillette falls onto his bed and sighs at the smell of him, leather and citrus clinging to the soft sheets. And his rut—fuck, his rut. The air is choked with the spice of it, and—

Neuvillette’s gaze narrows. “Is that—”

“No,” cuts in Wriothesley as the mattress sinks underneath his weight.

It is clearly one of Neuvillette’s shirts peeking out from the sheets, dubiously soiled. He raises a brow and watches Wriothesley, saying nothing. And, as expected, Wriothesley cracks first, rubbing his pinked, embarrassed face. “So I may have bribed Sedene—Don’t give me that look.” Wriothesley grimaces, pained by the idea of it. “You don’t want to know what I promised her.”

“Oh, but I do.”

“Later,” says Wriothesley, leaning over him, trying to distract Neuvillette from the thought of it.

“Sweet boy,” chuckles Neuvillette as Wriothesley shoves the offending article underneath the pillow. For a moment, he worries it may have sounded condescending, but Wriothesley breathes a sigh of relief and relaxes against him. A kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his jaw—then those teeth graze Neuvillette’s throat, mouthing at where a scent gland would be.

Wriothesley seems unbothered by it. No, in fact, he seems entirely taken, smitten, moaning at the taste of Neuvillette’s sweat-slick skin. “You’re wearing too much,” he complains, tugging at Neuvillette’s finery, fingers shaking as he peels away folds of fabric until flesh is revealed.

His hand is a hot brand against Neuvillette’s side. His back arches into the touch as she shucks away his clothing, tossing them to the side. And Wriothesley—that look. Hungry and wild as he looks at him, eyes tracing every dip and curve to his waistband.

Fingers tease the edge of his trousers. “Still too many clothes,” muses Wriothesley, undoing the fly and yanking them away.

Yes, yes, thinks Neuvillette.

Wriothesley's hand dips lower to cup his crotch—and then pauses.

And then Neuvillette pauses.

The confusion is understandable. Wriothesley doesn’t ask but his gaze does tip south, his brow pinched as he considers the lack of a bulge. His tongue is caught between his teeth as he thinks, and Neuvillette clears his throat. “You know what I am.” A dragon of old, the Sovereign of their nation.

Wriothesley's throat bobs. “I…” He hesitates. “Okay, so, I try not to think about it most of the time—”

Neuvillette chuckles at that. “I merely meant that my anatomy is considerably different.”

“So no dick?”

“I certainly have one,” says Neuvillette with a huff.

Wriothesley has remarkable restraint. He leans over him, braced on his hands, shuddering through his rut—but is still patient. Neuvillette hums softly, cupping Wriothesley’s cheeks, thumbing over the arch of the bones there. “Does the idea of it bother you? That I’m different?”

“What? No. Neuvillette, you have no idea why I—” Wriothesley tilts his face to kiss a palm. “Gods, I just want to fuck you,” he says crassly. “You’ve ruined me, you know. I can’t ignore you. You linger in my thoughts and permeate everything.”

Neuvillette knows, and it is the same for him for what is usually an inconvenience comes as a need when concerning Wriothesley alone. He could drown in his scent. He’s desperate to be speared open on Wriothesley's cock—enough so that warning bells make him wonder about just which instincts may have been awakened.

A fleeting thought. “You are the one taking your time. Are you not needy? Does it not hurt?”

Wriothesley groans as she shifts, hands fumbling as he undoes the fly of Neuvillette’s trousers. He pulls at them, shimmying them down long and lean legs, fingers tracing Neuvillette’s skin. He’s on fire. Neuvillette moans as he soaks up the heat of that touch, legs spreading for Wriothesley to slot between them.

He stares, curious, thumb sweeping down the crease where Neuvillette’s thigh meets his hips. “This is…”

Neuvillette feels undressed under that gaze, but not uncomfortable. Wriothesley watches him like a man parched, tongue dipping out to trace his lips as his fingers ghost the insides of Neuvillette’s thighs.

“So polite,” he muses, a hand slipping down to curl into Wriothesley's hair. “You can touch.”

“I—”

“You should touch. What was it you said? That I’ve ruined you? I am the one ruined, Wriothesley. Centuries of composure have crumbled at your scent, at the sight of you, at the thought of you.”

Wriothesley's throat bobs. And then he kisses Neuvillette again, sweetly, far more chaste than anything else they’ve shared since he arrived. Another kiss, and another, soft, fleeting things that trail down Neuvillette’s neck, across his collarbone, down the expanse of his sternum.

Then they become biting as Wriothesleys sucks at his skin. His tongue teases the line of Neuvillette’s muscles. Down, and down, and down—

And then a delicate lick across the length of Neuvillette’s slit. Not an ounce of hesitation. Exploratory. Curious. Wriothesley's thumb follows, tracing the seam, taking in the smooth edges of the vent between Neuvillette’s thighs. Neuvillette jerks in surprise, and then shudders, melting into the sheets.

It’s been long—far too long since Neuvillette has last indulged in another touching him like this, and it’s overwhelming. Even something so simple, so gentle nearly does him in, heat curling in his gut. Wriothesley pets the insides of his thighs. His tongue is devilish as it explores every inch, tasting and teasing, marking up pale skin until it blooms with marks.

“Neuvillette,” says Wriothesley then, “I… don’t know what to—”

“Anything.” Neuvillette rolls his hips with a soft grunt. “Explore, tease, touch, but please, anything.”

Wriothesley nuzzles at the joint of his thigh, pressing a sweet kiss there. He thumbs over his slit again before pulling at both sides to spread it open for a better look. “Wet,” he murmurs, fascinated. “Slick? Does it always…” He sweeps his thumb through that collected wetness.

Neuvillette sighs, his back arching. The heat in his gut coils tighter, collecting just under his navel. Tight, everything is too tight. Neuvillette’s cock hardens, aching in the tight space of his vent. It shifts, lengthening, slipping out from the top of his slit.

“Oh,” breathes Wriothesely as his gaze turns ravenous. He drags a fingertip down the length of Neuvillette’s cock as it fully hardens, curving toward his belly, dripping from the spade-shaped tip. And then Wriothesley offers him a smirk, delighted as he explores, that finger slipping below Neuvillette’s length to the slit spread open around it. He spreads Neuvillette open again, thumb sliding along the base of his cock before sinking in to the tight space below it.

Neuvillette jerks and Wriothesley stills, his head snapping up to shoot him a worried look. “Did I—”

“No, no, just like that,” hisses Neuvillette. Even pink-faced and flushed due to his rut, Wriothesley still has composure; he is still aware and careful. Sweet thing. Neuvillette knew that he’d make for a good partner, a good mate, and that thought leaves his mind reeling.

“So here, then,” mutters Wriothesley, sinking his thumb deeper, marveling at how Neuvillette’s cunt swallows it greedily.

He’d forgotten how good it can feel. Neuvillette isn’t the type to satisfy himself and his cycles only come once in a blue moon. Like Wriothesley, he prefers to handle them alone, but even then they are perfunctory. This though—Wriothesley pulls that thumb out and presses it back in, watching as slick drools from Neuvillette’s hole.

And then he does the unthinkable, leaning forward to lap at it with his tongue. Wriothesley moans at the taste of him. His thumb slips out and his tongue sinks in next, pressing flat against the underside of Neuvillette’s cock. He strokes the rest with his hand, fingers curled around it tentatively.

Everything is testing. There is a clipped edge to Wriothesley's touch, but he still watches Neuvillette carefully. He takes it slow, teasing his cock. The thumb in Neuvillette’s cunt is replaced by one, and then two fingers, squirming in alongside the base of his dick.

Wriothesley spreads them, opening Neuvillette up. “You feel—tight? You said—”

“You worry over needless things.”

“And this—does this feel good?”

Of course it does, and it should be obvious. Neuvillette is writhing in the sheets, fucking against his hand, and Wriothesley has the gall to ask if it’s good. It’s clear. He carries the scent of desire and his cunt swallows Wriothesley's fingers, slicking his hand to the wrist. Neuvillette’s cock leaks against his stomach, twitching, aching for release—which is more likely to come sooner or later.

“How are you thinking straight?” asks Neuvillette instead. His hand drops to tug at Wriothesley's hair, guiding him to look back at him. “Aren’t I here to help you? Aren’t you in pain?”

He must be; Wriothesley's nostrils flare the moment the question is asked. His trousers are tight, the bulge of his cock painful as he shifts slightly. Such strength. So worthy. Neuvillette has always been attracted to that particular aspect but this entire time Wriotheseley has shoved away his instincts out of concern.

Neuvillette clicks his tongue. “This is the time to be self-serving.”

“Neuvillette—”

“I want you to be.”

“You’re making this difficult—” He sounds pained, so pained. Pulled to the edge and barely holding on. Wriothesley's claws dig into the meat of Neuvillette’s thighs, and all Neuvillette can think about is how handsome the marks will look later.

“You can savor me later. You can explore and have your fun when you aren’t half-drunk with need. But right now—breed me.” The moment Neuvillette snarls it, everything clicks into place. It feels right. Neuvillette’s chest aches at the thought of being stuffed full of a knot, and he just knows that Wriothesley will more than satisfy him.

Wriothesley makes a choked, suffering sound as he moves, dragging himself back up the length of Neuvillette’s body. Fumbles with his trousers, shucking them half off, uncaring that they still hang around his knees. “Baby,” he says, pressing his face into Neuvillette’s nape, inhaling deeply, moaning at the scent of his arousal.

And his cock is generous, thick and girthy, and the perfect length. Neuvillette’s gaze lingers, greedy. He’s quick to reach out and pull at it, stroking it once, twice, just to take off the edge. A soft growl. Wriothesley nips at his neck, teeth sinking into the flesh there. He knows Neuvillette won’t break; that he wants it, craves it. They read each other so well and have done so far longer than this face was set into motion.

“Transactional,” needles Neuvillette, his tone curled with affection. They both walked right past that threshold knowing what would happen.

“It never was,” says Wriothesley. “Fuck, it never was—not with you. Never with you.”

Neuvillette stills, losing his breath. Romantic; everything about this is woefully romantic despite being the sort of meet-cute that he usually sneers about. All his years of rolling his eyes at alphas and omegas who give in so easily to their baser instincts only to fall victim to the very same thing.

But Wriothesley has always been the exception, one that Neuvillette thought he’d never be privy to.

“How long?” he asks, cupping Wriothesley's face, tracing the pucker of that scar underneath his eye with a thumb. “Just how long have you been dreaming of me?”

Not just bedroom talk. Neuvillette has a deep desire to know and Wriothesley eagerly responds.

“Too long—hah.” He groans as Neuvillette’s hand finds his cock again, this time wet with Hydro.

Everything is uncoordinated as the tip of his cock is pressed to Neuvillette’s slit. Wriothesley sinks in with a single thrust, powerful enough to shake the bed. Neuvillette keens, feeling full to the throat. Oh, it’s been so long, but what an itch it scratches.

When Wriothesley bottoms out Neuvillette feels complete. He didn’t know he’d been lacking, empty, so very alone. Sedene’s teased him about it. “All you need is a mate,” she’ll say before shoving a parcel of high-quality tea into his arms with an eyebrow waggle.

Wriothesley's cock already swells at the base. “I’m not going to last,” he says, his voice beautifully strained. “Gods, you feel good. I knew you would, I knew it.”

Neuvillette rolls his hips and says, “Then don’t. Wriothesley, fuck me.”

He doesn’t know where the neediness comes from. The heat in Neuvillette’s gut flares to life and only grows with every thrust of Wriothesley's cock. He aches for more, and clings to Wriothesley for leverage as he raises his hips. Anything to force his cock deeper, anything to feel the slick slap of their skin as they dance in the sheets.

The sounds that drip from Wriothesley's mouth is swansong. He moans in his ear, his breath hot against the shell of it. “Neuvillette,” he hisses on a deep thrust, the friction against the underside of Neuvillette’s cock no doubt strange and unexpected.

Wriothesley pauses, trying to ground himself. Just a gentle grind of his hips as he presses their foreheads together, sweat dripping into their eyes. The base of his cock rests against Neuvillette’s vent, his knot a teasing thing.

Instincts flare, catching Neuvillette in their blaze. He’s better than this. He’s supposed to be calm and composed, even when he wants, even when he indulges, but all he can think about is being genuinely bred. Blames it on the years spent alone. Blames it on being too long since his last fuck, on liking Wriothesley just a little too much.

“Beloved,” says Neuvillette, tipping his face up to catch Wriothesley's mouth in a sweet kiss. He cups Wriothesely’s cheeks, nuzzling his face, soothing the storm that rages in his veins. “I thought you were going to knot me.”

“I—I—”

“I told you to breed me—”

“Neuvillette.”

“A cruel thing you are to make me wait.”

“Neuvillette.”

Wriothesley is red in the face. “What if it takes?”

Ah yes, that would be a blunder. Neuvillette is old, though, and not in his heat cycle. “Unlikely,” he says, brushing Wriothesley's bangs back.

It soothes Wriothesley enough for him to finally give in. He hikes Neuvillette’s hips up and pulls him closer, rocking into the tight heat of his vent with heavy, driving thrusts. “Perfect,” he says, his gaze tipping down to watch. He tugs at the smooth edge of Neuvileltte’s slit, easy the glide of his cock. “You’re so perfect, so—ah, fuck.”

His knot slides home and locks into place. Wriothesley grunts, grinding again, bending Neuvillette in half until his cock is lodged inside him at the perfect angle. Neuvillette keens, crying out. “Wriothesley,” he keens, claws dragging down Wriothesley's back.

Neuvillette comes first, full and fat, his vent stretched to its limit. He squeezes tight, arching in the bed, jerking as his cock spills all over his stomach. Divine—he must look divine, writhing underneath him. Wriothesley stares, eyes tracking every move as he whispers praise. A gentle roll against him has Neuvillette seeing stars. Another causes tears to leak in the corners of his eyes as overstimulation frays his edges.

“Yes, yes—”

Wriothesley tips over the edge abruptly when Neuvillette hisses his name, legs locking around his back to keep him in place. White-hot come paints Neuvillette’s insides. That ancient dragon in his beast falls back, satisfied, satiated as he’s filled to the brim.

“Gods,” croaks Wriothesley, collapsing against him, chest heaving as he gasps for air.

Too intense. Not intense enough. No, no, Neuvillette needs more. “Wriothesley,” he says, reaching out to kiss him. Sloppy. Tongues tangle and teeth clack. Neuvillette can barely think now that he’s had a taste of this, and it isn’t the knot that makes his blood sing, it’s Wriothesley, Wriothesley, Wriothesley.

“Baby, breathe.” Wriothesley's voice is hot next to his ear, the command deep and sultry. Neuvillette sucks in a breath, and then another, and then suddenly he is more aware.

“I’m… I apologize—”

“Shh, it’s intense. It’s supposed to be.” Wriothesley hums, nuzzling at Neuvillette’s nape. “It’ll get worse. Now that I’ve had a taste—Neuvillette, I really am ruined for the rest of my ruts.”

Neuvillette manages a weak chuckle. His cock is hard again, stiff against his stomach. Wriothesley leans against him, slightly off-center, dragging his knuckles down the length as he plays with the strange shape of it. “Ruined,” Neuvillette echoes.

Wriothesley snorts. “I said what I said.”

“I had thought it an itch to be scratched,” admits Neuvillette. “Even I have my urges, but this—”

“Hmm, is different.” Wriothesley moves, guiding Neuvillette to twist in his cock until they’re sideways in the sheets, back to chest.

This is… comforting. Wriothesley curls around him, an arm resting against Neuvillette’s waist. He mouths at his neck, the top knob of his spine. He smells pleased—so utterly pleased—and finally, relaxed. The calm before the storm. His rut is far from over and will only brew again.

“What did you promise Sedene?” asks Neuvillette, opting for a moment of levity.

“Nope, not answering that.”

“Wriothesley—”

“I’m not talking about her with my knot shoved into your…” He trails off, struggling to find the correct word.

“Vent,” supplies Neuvillette.

“Vent? That’s terrible.”

“Would you prefer cloaca?” asks Neuvillette next, his tone tinged with amusement.

“I’d prefer to just lay here and bask in the moment.”

That Neuvillette can do. He leans bad, trilling softly, fucked full and strangely content.

Eventually, Wriothesley breaks the silence again. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs into Neuvillette’s sweaty temple. “You’re going to stay, right?” Neuvillette huffs, offended, which only makes Wriothesley chuckle. “Right, that was a stupid question. You don’t do this sort of thing with anyone, do you?”

“No.”

“I’m special, then.”

“Yes.” And then, quieter, Neuvillette finishes with, “You’ve always been the exception.”

Wriothesley's fingers dance along Neuvillette’s forearm. “You’ve complained about the scent of my ruts for years.”

“Because you smell good. Dizzying. Distracting. I cannot think when I’m surrounded by the smell of leather, and that damned tea you love so much. And watching you—I can’t stop. Handsome and perfect. I think about you far too much, and—are you laughing?”

He feels Wriothesley smile against the back of his neck. “No, no, keep waxing poetically. I’m going to hold it against you forever, mark my words.”

Neuvillette frowns. But, he supposes there are worse things to be held against him. “You should rest,” he says.

“Hmhn, yeah. Did you know you smell like the ocean?”

He did not. Wriothesley seems to have put a lot of thought into it as he describes more of his observations. Years, thinks Neuvillette—they’ve been watching each other for years, wanton and waiting, desperate to share something.

At least tea times and lunches won’t be needless excuses anymore. Neuvillette has a feeling that this particular itch will only come back but no longer will he have to scratch at it alone. He hides a smile, thankful that Wriothesley has opted to doze as his knot eases up.

All that’s left behind is the good sort of soreness, one that Neuvillette feels deep in his bones.

“Rest,” says Neuvillette again, turning his face to bury his nose in Wriothesley's pillow. Wriothesley hums softly, a half-hearted, sleepy acknowledgment that leaves Neuvillette strangely giddy.

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