#alva lorenz x reader

[petrif1ed]

All for a win

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Summary: You made a deal with Alva to let your team win.

Genre: smut

Author’s note: I dedicate this one for the hungry alva simps love yall

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You’ve never thought this would ever happen, but here you are in the corner of Leo’s memory with your undergarment pulled down to your knees, getting your brain fucked out by the tall hunter. All for Alva to let you and your team win the match unharmed. I mean this would only be a one time thing ..right? You weren’t really in the mood for kiting, So why not have a bargain with the hunter instead?

A tiny drop of drool drips down on the side of your mouth, Your eyes were filled with lust. The cold winter breeze sent shivers down your spine. You let out whimpers feeling his cock ramming in you with a fast pace. You press your hands on the wall needing the support cause you felt like you were about to give out at any moment and the coldness wasn’t helping you either. “F-fuck Alva! Slow down!” His grip on your waist tightened, he used his other hand to go under your shirt and grope your chest.

You were caught out of your lustful daze when one of your teammates, Ganji shouted “Stay put, I’m coming!” In order to inform you he would assist you with your “kite” You couldn’t risk getting caught, you don’t want to traumatize someone or Lady Nightingale finding out what you did with the hunter, she’s already not fond of friendly hunters. You quickly shouted “Get out of here!” Alva stopped realizing what was happening, He smirked deviously.

“What’s wrong, Dear?”He whispers into your ear. His deep voice had an effect on you and he knew that, it led you to tighten around his cock. But this is no time to be horny! “My teammate is coming..” you screamed get out of here again, desperate for Ganji to go back to decoding. The relief you felt when he shouted back his 1% decoding progress.

Alva slammed back in you, catching you in surprise. You let a cry out “Who said we were done here? there’s still 3 ciphers left and I still haven’t came yet.” Your legs were shaking at this point, you felt your wetness drip down your thigh. You knew deep down this incident would leave you sore for weeks.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Spring Birth, Winter Birthday

Happy Birthday to the man my friend plays very scary well lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: reader is gn but wears lingerie

A birthday. A birthday is the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. Something very human, and in his eyes useless.

The concept is not one he participated in, however, he has seen a pattern of spikes of contrabands around times matching the dates of the prisoners. The contrabands vary from food, items, or sexual products; it was advised to him to be lenient when it comes to these things. Warden believes it is a vice and should be treated accordingly.

Yet, looking at you in this cell where he has you taken when he has bodily needs due to him mating with you. The outfit is unnecessary and he worries about your body temperature, though you shiver when his gloves touch your bare stomach and travel up before hooking a finger under the strange piece of clothing you wear.

The solitary confinement cell, one he kept and consummated with you, has changed as the months went on. You still live in your other cell but you are escorted here, the Warden has made sure to make it more accommodating for you.

“This is…” The fabric is blue, laced, thin, “Unnecessary.” Yet, he is fascinated by it. His eyes traced both patterns and how they accentuated the private parts only he knew. All of you, every part of your flesh, is known only to him. His finger pulls up to expose your chest and his palm pushes you on the nest of blankets and a few of his spare shirts. “Being naked would have been more effective.”

“But a gift should be wrapped.” Laying on the nest before fixing your top back down, “I want to keep it on a bit longer.”

“For what purpose?” His tone hints at annoyance as he removes his cloak, “It will only become bothersome as we couple.” His hands then remove the mask as the cloak means the floor and the mask follows revealing his mouth. The Warden is not human, this you learned throughout the time he has claimed you as a mate, a term you only heard when it comes to animals and their partners.

His sharp teeth are bare as he crawls down on all fours hovering above you, your hand touching his face, his face drawn close enough for you to kiss him. The Warden has gotten better at kissing as you tried showing him the use of it, as you are showing him the use of lace lingerie.

The suggestion was something you overhead between other inmates, a gift used for their partner when they are more in the… Mood. Something you noticed the Warden has been more in need of you. For a week, you had to stay in this cell because he needed easy access to you. The biggest worry you had was when he had growled when he smelled another person on you. Mind you, you only smelled that way because you were working with someone in close quarters. Even as he had you multiple times, he was obsessed with leaving as much of his mark on you as possible.

“I suppose there is a use for this.” The fabric is nice upon his bare hands and the blue color stands out on your skin, it's like the more he touched the more he wanted to savor you. “Explain to me however the reason for this?”

You are nearly breathless as you lay under him now letting him enjoy himself, or you hope he is, touching your body. “A gift for your birthday.” Gasping as he plays with your nipples through the fabric.

“I have no birthday.” Stating a fact.

“I know,” Trying to speak, “So… I picked… When you… Fuck.. You b-became Warden!” Arching your back as you moan and squirm as he starts biting and sucking on your neck and chest. “Please, be… Oh!” His thigh is between your legs to allow you to grind on it.“How charitable of you. Unnecessary but charitable nonetheless.”

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[turbulentscrawl]

Alva Relationship HCs: SFW and NSFW

As always, NSFW under the cut. Minors please dni with this post

SFW

-Alva’s first love is and will always be his work. That’s not to say he doesn’t love his partner—he does! But he can’t be with someone who expects to be chosen over his only passion at any given moment. When Alva has lost people in the past, his work is what got him through, and if you ever leave it will be the same. He can’t let go of that. His partner needs to be someone who understands that Alva’s relationship with his research is steeped in emotional dependency, and can work with him on the amount of time he’d like to dedicate to it. That said, he’s generally pretty good about sharing his work space as long as you can respect his boundaries about touching certain things, and he always respects plans you’ve made.

-Alva’s love languages are Gift Giving and Physical Touch (giving), and Words of Affirmation and Quality Time (receiving). His chivalry skyrockets for his partner, who he sometimes feels bad for not spending as much time on as his work. He tries to makeup for it by showing his love with ‘little’ things. He’s the type of man to leave you flowers often, and little trinkets he buys or makes for you, with a little card to express some sweet sentiment. He also likes to have a hand on you when you’re nearby, either holding your own hand, or the small of your back. He gives forehead kisses a lot (he’s mf tall so this is easiest for him) and loves to pinch little pieces of his s/o’s clothes to rub between his fingers for comfort and textile stimulation. It’s pretty cute how you’ll end up with random little worn spots on your clothes. For receiving, Alva just likes to be reminded verbally that you love him, care for him. The quality time is a bit odd given that sometimes he refuses it—but even when that’s the case he just really likes when his s/o asks if they can hang around with him. There’s no such thing as asking Alva too often; he’s never annoyed by it.

-Alva also appreciates being told he’s attractive. It’s not something he mentions—mostly because it’s rarely relevant—but he does have some sensitivity to the state of his post-resurrection body. Scars abound under his clothes and bandages, his eyes are dark and sunken, his skin always cold. But he’s similar to Luca in that he takes anything his partner says for face value. So if you like how he looks, it’s enough for him to be told.

-He’s not an especially spontaneous person, let alone lover. The biggest surprise you’ll get from him is a random night of fine dining and dancing to records, preferably at home. Call him boring, but he likes intimacy and bonding without others around to gawk at it. You’re one of the few people he can enjoy for long periods, and the presence of others would just be a drain on him. But if you express a desire for some specific date plan, say ice skating or going to an orchestra, Alva will make that happen too.

-Alva is neither specifically protective nor possessive. He’s available to offer comfort whenever you need it, but he pretty much trusts you to handle your own affairs and ask for help if it’s needed. If you do ask for help, or something serious happens, Alva is very direct about the problem. He wants it gone as soon as possible. For a person, he will go speak to them immediately. He’s not the most intimidating Hunter, but the electricity he controls is usually enough to dissuade someone from continuing to be a problem.

NSFW

-Alva has a low libido. He’s only in the mood for proper sex occasionally, like once every few weeks, maybe. But he’s a service top and usually willing to provide something else to satisfy his partner when they’re in the mood. His go-to is oral, and he’s quite good at it. Alva gives like he works: meticulously and thoroughly. You can expect many of your sessions to be spend with you laid out on his desk, entirely naked, while Alva sits in his chair and licks at you slowly like he’s indulging in a snack. (I mean, he is lol) He’s also decent with his hands. He has those nice, long, slender fingers. If you have an exceptionally high libido, however, he will have trouble keeping up and may occaisonally ask you to just indulge in some toys.

-Alva is not a fan of “quickies”—or quick anything, really. Alva is not a man who appreciates being rushed and does not like to cut corners or take the easy way out of anything. If you want pleasure from him, he wants you to slow down and enjoy every moment of I instead of just rushing headlong to the finish. Let him take his time with you.

-Alva is not facially expressive most of the time, but sex is one of the few exceptions. His endurance is better now than is was when he was alive, but it’s still only slightly above average. When he’s having proper sex, he gets visibly wrecked. He’s on the quiet side, however, even when he’s at his most pleasured.

-He’s also not particularly kinky, but he does like seeing his s/o all dolled up, dressed up like you’re going to a formal party, maybe with some nice lace underneath it all. He enjoys the process of taking it all off, slowly unwrapping his present, admiring the clothes and the effort and the treat underneath. He’d also enjoy being given the controller for a remote toy you’re using. He doesn’t want you in public while under the influence of it, mind you. So just sit your pretty self down in that chair over in the corner of his lab and enjoy. Beware: he’s just cheeky enough to tease you with it a little.

-Like Luca, he can provide some shocks for you, if that’s your thing. Unlike Luca, it’s entirely controlled and he won’t be doing it accidentally.

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[oletus-writer]

Alva, Keigan with s/o who is into body worship

Warnings: nsfw

Alva Lorenz

He’s surprised that someone would be willing to fuck him, to kiss his scars and tell him he’s beautiful. Perhaps he’s like to repay the favour, but it’s quite embarrassing.

‘Caro, this is… ah… it’s quite unnecessary t-to do such - such things.’

He’d be trembling and shaking even if you’ve hardly touched him, and making all sort of noises. He’d be trying to talk you out of it, for the sake of his pride, but if you actually stop, he’d be bashfully asking why you did.

To repay you, he’d like a time where all your needs were met, to shower you with compliments and hold your hand throughout the whole ordeal, if you’d like.

‘You’re such a lovely person… look at you here, beneath me, sprawled out for the world to see your beauty.’

Keigan

She’s be flattered, really, and is appreciative of you doing this. Throughout her life, people have insulted her physique and, while not one of the things she particularly cares about, she’s happy you find her attractive.

‘Thank you very much, dear, I love the - ah - your kind and loving soul.’

She’d be gripping the sheets, from the combined effort of your compliments, and the way you touch her, unlike anyone else has touched her before.

As thank you, she’d treat you outside of sex - knowing that you see all her imperfections, and still love her for them, she can’t bear to let you go.

‘Did your match go well? That’s good. Come, join me for afternoon tea.’

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[snootysnoots]

-To My Beloved-

...I’m alive! I don’t even have an excess except for the fact I procrastinated so hard on this, but it’s time. 

This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post, but as you can see that was 2 months ago...So in honor of the Valentine’s Day event in IDV I’ll do the boys I sent a card to (except for one since it was for Axe boy, my dear son) and because you should always show your partner throughout the year you love them. I'm writing about what they're like on Valentine's Day and all the other days of the year.

This might be a bit OC-ish and has not been proof-read, so my apologies my dears.

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"Prisoner"-Luca Balsa

♡Me to them: “The best baby girl frfr <3″

♥We all knew that baby girl was gonna be on here, it won't be my blog if Luca wasn't here.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

He is with you the whole day, no joke.

It’s the one of the few times of the year this boy isn’t working on his inventions and he spent it with you.

I honestly don’t know if Luca would like or hate sweets, but he probably likes spicy food. Anyways, if you like sweets, he would get you some sweets...Or try too, he might try and make them. And it would be a disaster. And if you don’t like sweets, don’t worry dear. He makes sure to get you something you love. 

He also sets up a nice date area with some help of his buddies. Speaking of buddies. To make it seem more, realistic. Luca made his buddies the waiters, they even wore the outfits. Anyways, he made sure “the waiters” made your favorite dish. And as the nigh was ending and the sun was setting. Luca put on some music and started slow dancing with you, but it slowly turned into a dance competition. You guys had a blast though.

ALL YEAR AROUND

I also like to think he isn’t that good at the whole relationship thing at first. Luca isn’t one to talk about emotions much, since he normally does things logically. He didn’t plan on falling in love it just happened, it was a welcoming surprised. So that being said, you are his first love and this is his first relationship, so you guys had to take it slow at first. 

Which was fine since you guys had a nice time taking it slow. You went on so many small dates around the manner. Which was nice since it got him to leave his office(?). You guys still go on small dates here and there, but they’re more romantic.

I’ve probably said this before, but Luca’s love language is gift giving.

I like to believe Luca enjoys writing. And what’s is favorite subject of writing. It’s You.  He wrote you letter before and after you got into a relationship. He literally has a book were he writes about you. He lets you read it when you’re feeling down.

Embalmer-Aesop Carl

♡Me to them: “Please bury me in between your thighs <3″

♥He was my first main and I adore him.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

...He forgot. He isn’t the most romantic guy so it wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt. Like even if you told him, he would just say “ok” and go on with his day...Is what some would say.

But in the inside, he is just panicking. He completely forgot, so now my boy is running all over the manner to find you a gift. He feels a little bad for forgetting about Valentine’s Day, so now he has to get you something. And he spent the whole day trying to get you something. He got you a flower :).

Anyways, while the day of Valentine’s Day was a...mess. He promised to try and do something romance with you the next day. And he did. 

He did your make-up...I don’t know what you excepted. He isn’t one to be romantic but he does enjoy your presence...And your face...And body...In a non-sexual way. 

ALL YEAR AROUND

He has no clue how you two started dating. My man didn’t even know until your first anniversary. It was a mess. But his fine with it, only because it’s you. You’re one of the few living people he enjoys, so this is fine.

But dating him is very slow. He doesn’t take well to affection so being close to you, as in shoulder touching, was very difficult for him. You just are on the holding hand stage. And no, you haven’t had your first kiss. 

He likes your company. He likes knowing you’re there, he also likes you watching him...(This is so creepy wtf).

As he slowly starts getting more comfortable in your relationship, he gets a bit bold...In private. No PDA, just no. He likes holding you, especially cuddling you. He enjoys listening to your heart beat, makes him relaxed. He also likes it when you hold him, makes him feel loved and appreciated.

Hermit-Alva Lorenz

♡Me to them: “Step on me, pretty please <3″

♥Saw him and I knew I wanted him and I did get him...And have barely played him.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

Alva doesn’t exactly see the point of Valentine’s Day, but either way he gets you something. He isn’t completely unaffectionate. If you give him something he is very thankful and would give you a kiss.

He would probably spend the day with you, you’re both just chilling. Talking about whatever comes to mind. With some peaceful music in the background as you both just spend the day holding each other.

-I wish i can write more for him but my mind is literally going blank-

ALL YEAR AROUND

He isn’t that affectionate (why did I chose some of the most unaffectionate characters as my bbgs), but if you want some affection he won’t say no. 

He likes hearing you talk, it’s very relaxing too him. He just likes hearing your voice and values your opinions and what you have to say. He also likes it when she listen to him talk, he really appreciates it.

-Why is it so hard to come up with things for you Alva...My mind is so blank-

The "Nightmare"-"Orpheus"

♡Me to them: “You’re that weird crush I have, low key don’t know why”

♥I can't explain this one, this is definitely a "hear me out" but you shouldn't hear me out. And I am completely winging this mans part, I’m so sorry.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

...He knows and he has been planning for this shit for months. He just showers you in gifts and he gives you a hug. He also takes you out for dinner...It’s more like kidnapping though.

The room was so dark and the only light source you had was the candle in the middle of the table. At least there was nice soft music. It was nice, a bit creepy but nice. You guys had a great time, the food was edible so that was a plus.

Now, you both just chill. Still dark af, but it was actually relaxing. He let you sit on his lap and put your head on his shoulder, the music in the background slowly putting you to sleep as he held you. I was gonna say he gave your forehead a kiss, but in this case it would be a peak.

ALL YEAR AROUND

I feel like he is very possessive. He doesn’t enjoy you being distracted, you always have to have your eyes on him. You are dating him after all, you should only be looking at him.

He makes sure you’re always with him, where ever he is, you got to be there. It doesn’t matter where he could be, you must be there. And if you aren’t near him, he literally stalks you out. He once he finds you, he ain’t letting you go. 

He holds you a bunch, very affectionate but for all the wrong reasons. He holds you cause he wants to make sure everyone knows you belong to him and only him. 

He’s a bird, kind of, so I like to think if he finds anything that catches his eye, like a rock. He gives it to you. He could find a nice stick and gives it to you to show his love. You better take his stick...Just take his random gifts. He gets really happy (can he even be happy?) when you accept his gifts.

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Sorry, this took way longer than needed, I have honestly been grinding Genshin Impact for Kaveh and Baizuh. Excited about that baby girl patch man. I also remembered I have an 'x reader' with Mr. Crowley From Twisted Wonderland from a while back, I'll probably post that later next week or never, who knows.

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[lumierexfics]

Chat log name: Into ruin and ecstasy!

Chat log description : You needed to talk to Alva but you can’t seem to find him but you heard a cat which you decided to follow it!

Online Users : Lead Consultant (Alva Lorenz), Reader

❗️❗️CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Second Person POV, Smut, Alva is OOC & in heat, No plot, light degradation, Praises, Bitings.❗️❗️

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You helped set up the decorations in the town to celebrate the Halloween festival, noticing that Alva was nowhere to be seen as you needed to speak to him. Wind brushed through your clothes as it was your own tradition to wear your costume to help decorate the town, till you heard a purring from a black cat. You followed the black cat to a small cozy cabin to see a pacing Alva; he wasn’t ill like the rest of the community said.

You knocked on the door to see Alva opening the door, his yellowed eyes stared down at you.

His face was flushed with red, he panted heavily as it seemed he was suffering during the hot summer days rather than the current autumn days. His back turned as you stepped inside but it didn’t seem like he would turn you away and you closed the door behind you.

“Alva?” You asked with pure concern. “Are you alright?”

“I told you to not visit me,” he grumbled.

“A black cat led me here,” you confessed. “I’m asking this again. Are you sick?”

Something was—Something is wrong with him. His labored breathing grew, his eyes never met yours; they always met yours. He turned around with his head hung down, his hands turned into fists, placing them on the dresser.

“I..I am sick,” he panted. “Leave before I get you sick.”

He begrudgingly let you stay since you had insisted on staying and Alva kept his distance while You looked at him with unbridled concern, outstretching your hand to him, your faces were inches apart; his slit pupils widened.

“I want to,” he confessed, sucking in his breath. “I want to ruin you. Can I ruin you, dear?”

“Ruin me?” You asked, “Alva, if that’s what you want. I will let you ruin me.”

“No,” he stated. “I won’t do it, dearest. It feels like I’m forcing you so I will not ruin you.”

His slit pupils slowly thinned rather than staying widened and he pulled away. But you stepped closer as holding his gloved hand against your cheek, his pupils widened once more.

“You’re not forcing me,Alva ,” you said. “I’m doing this on my own accord beside you know me, Alva. I can handle it.”

He held your hand and guided you to the bedroom.

You wanted to doze off only for a moment as the sound of his hips smacking into you, echoed through the room.

“Stay with me. I can’t have you dozing off,” He inquired, lightly smacking your cheek. “I thought you said that you could handle this?”

You desperately tried to say something but it was an incoherent response as your mind continued to go blank. Your legs were over his shoulders while only the squelching noise of his thrusts were heard and it almost seemed that his hands loosened but it was just a mistake since he retightened his grip and with even more energy than the last. Your mind tried to scramble for the amount of rounds but there was no number since it seamlessly blended into each other. Your neck was decorated with bite marks and Alva showed no signs of stopping as he murmured praises of how good you’re taking him with the mixture of grunts.

“More,” he panted. “A bit more. Can you last a bit longer?”

His thrusts became more rougher with your mind melting away at his thrusts. Your hands tightened on the bedsheets at the same time Alva managed to kiss your bruised lips, your breathing was labored and words meshed together that didn’t make sense but it always made sense to Alva. He finally stopped.

Alva’s fingers slowly scooped up his cum to stick it back in you, murmuring how good you look in this state but his murmurs began to trail softly on your bruised neck as his hands trailed over your body, his eyes examining with such precision. Alva murmured how good it would look if you could be swollen with his child.

“Alva, please,” you said, hoarsely. “I’m a bit thirsty.”

The mattress creaked as he got up to fill a glass with cold water and held your face as pressing a cold glass of water against your lips while you eagerly drank up the water; the water dribbled down your chin. Alva helped you get dressed as it was strange since your costume was never this difficult to get back into.

“My dear,” he purred. “Will you come back tomorrow?”

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[the-manors-writer]

luca and alva in love with a reader they knew before the went to the manor and are reuniting with? (gn reader please!) thank you!

Request: Luca and Alva in love with reader they've met before entering the manor headcanons

Pairing: [Luca Balsa] Prisoner and [Alva Lorenz] Hermit x gn!survivor!reader

Warnings: None

Alva Lorenz

Alva cared not for much other than his research, inventions and all of those sorts.

Many called and saw him as heartless but would it even matter if he's a hunter? A predator?

But ever since your arrival, he has been thinking of and spending time with you more often.

His feelings of love for you have yet to cease, you're still the shining diamond in his eyes. The beautiful lone sunflower.

Alva enjoyed and much preferred to watch and admire you from afar, especially if he was lucky enough to be matched up against you.

He always, without an ounce of hesitation, gives up on doing anything if you're in the team of survivors.

He will always trial behind you, observing as you decode those little cipher machines, as you vault windows and wooden pallets.

Maybe at times, he would play around with you a little by stunning you every now and then. Seeing your irritation brings a smile to his face.

However he knows you're not actually mad at him, for you would smile and chuckle it off soon after. And he joins in on the laughing as well.

With you now around, he no longer spends his free time cooped up in his room with his inventions.

He is often seen with you, even if the other little survivors gives him looks of caution and fear, he cares not for their thoughts.

Alva grows more affectionate and loving when he's with you. He is more kind and caring compared to when he's with others.

And of course you do love all the attention and love you're getting that others will never be able to see from the Hermit.

"Ti voglio bene (I love you)." is something he says often, however you do not know what he's saying, and any attempt to ask him will not be met with the desired answer you seek for.

Regardless, it makes your cheeks flush and heart flutter whenever he says those three words.

Luca Balsa

You could hardly recognise Luca who used to looked like a total gentleman when you two reunited.

Luca was both different and yet the same in terms of both his appearance and personality.

He was still the machinery-crazed man, or more so the smart student Luca Balsa who made the greatest of inventions.

He is loud and active; The "prisoner" loved and can't seem to help himself from rambling about his thoughts on certain things he's working on.

But of course you didn't mind his endless rambling. You loved seeing him this happy, you enjoyed how he almost buzzes about with electricity as he explains what this or that does.

During matches, Luca will always connect your cipher to his so he could help you decode faster.

He would always be close by to electrocute the hunter as you're being picked up, even going as far as to tank a hit for you.

Sometimes he turns the match for the better, other times for the worse. And no matter the scoldings he gets, he continues doing it anyways.

Some have gotten tired of trying to get him not to play such reckless moves, but are they really reckless if it helps you? If he was the one aiding you to sweet desired escape?

Sometimes when your eyes meet, you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes as he stares back at you with the cheekiest of smiles.

Luca doesn't have the greatest of memories but one thing he won't ever forget, is his undying love for you.

The time will come where he'll be ready enough to tell you of his feelings ever since back during that faithful day in the ball.

[ art credits - lofter id 9437967273, @mechodes ]

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[teabreakpancakes]

im in love with the way you think @bobabees

A Baker's Struggles Bloody Queen, Photographer, Wu Chang, Geisha, Axe Boy, "Disciple", "Hermit", Naiad, and Feaster & GN Baker Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Wasted Delicacy

"Son of a biscuit" the baker mutters, hearing their heartbeat race, indicating that the hunter was nearby. Three ciphers had already been popped beforehand but the thing is, whilst going around the map and healing the injured survivors with your treats, the hunter found you by tracing the aroma of your goodies.

"Luca," they spoke, carding their fingers through the inventor's soft brown locks. Luca hums, head twitching as he nibbled on the cookie, occupied with the cipher machine. "Dear, the hunter is nearby, I suggest scurrying off to another cipher so they don't target you" they coaxed, gently pushing the brunette off the cipher machine.

The inventor blinks owlishly, nodding with a toothy smile, "Thanks, s, see you later" he waves, running off to the nearest cipher. They smile before continuing the unfinished cipher, waiting for the hunter to appear.

The hunter draws nearer and nearer, making their heartbeat pick up more and more. They nod, picking up their basket and vaulting the window, activating their speedboost.

Looking behind them, they spot the hunter a few meters away from them, already preparing their abilities.

They really didn't mean to make you spill your cookies, so when they accidentally smacked the basket out of your hands, they really didn't intend to do so. Your eyes remained stuck on the treats splayed across the ground.

The hunter approached the still survivor, surprised to see you walking near them with a downcast gaze. You point to their weapon, "End me already" they said, tone void of any emotion.

The hunter eyes you, unsure of what to do, sure, it is a free kill, but it's no fun if you won't even try.

Footsteps approach the two, stilling at the sight of the hunter. They watch with interest as they attempt to console the devastated survivor.

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with? they didn't know either, it just... came over them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

"Now now, you're a baker, surely, you have more?" the queen chided in an almost questioning manner. The baker frowned at her words, "Those were all the cookies I baked" they replied solemnly, voice quiet.

Mary, unsure of what to say, instead chose to let out a quiet "ah", waiting for you to speak—she wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself trying to pry more from someone that would eventually speak up. The baker looked up at her, gaze never wavering, "I spent three hours on those, I made extra for everyone too" they spoke, frustration rolling off their tongue.

Mary didn't know how to respond, but, by instinct, she placed one of her cold hands on top of their head. "I don't think it would be too late to let everyone have a taste if we ended the match right now," she paused, a bit unsure of how she should continue.

"I'll... even try to help if you'd like" she whispered, patting their head gently as if they were her child—it could just be that she was missing her own children but it wouldn't be so bad if she indulged just a bit.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you really just going to remain in that position until I strike you because of some pastries?" the older man questioned, a bit annoyed because a survivor was throwing a tantrum over pastries. The baker sighed, mumbling something the former count wasn't able to decipher.

"Speak up, no one can hear you with how quiet you are" Joseph frowned, leaning down slightly in order to hear them a bit better. "I, I made a lot more than usual so everyone could have a taste even after the match—those were the last ones" they grumbled, frustration piercing through their upset exterior.

The photographer's mouth parts slightly, eyes softening. He had read the baker's background beforehand, he remembered that they valued the art of baking much more than other bakers, to them, pastries are things you should pour your heart into making.

"I apologise for being insensitive, I," he paused, wondering about how to proceed. After thinking for a few more seconds, a lightbulb lights up in the french man's head. "Would you like me to teach you a recipe my... brother and I used to love?" he offered, albeit a bit hesitantly. He watches your eyes light up at the idea, taken aback when you embrace him. "Yes, I would" you mouth into his waist coat, smiling when he returns the hug.

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an lowered the umbrella, looking down at the survivor with concerned eyes. Wujiu was displeased, Why are they so upset over pastries? he complained, sighing in irritation.

The white guard kneels before them, umbrella tucked under his arm. He takes their hand in his, rubbing it reassuringly. His smile is small but apologetic, amethyst eyes uncertain yet firm with resolve.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his soft baritone sounding comforting to your ears. You sniffle slightly, shaking your head—looking into his enchanting orbs. He slowly moves to cup the side of your face, finding the feeling of your warmth against his cold hand pleasant.

Fan sighs from within the umbrella, feeling a bit guilty. It must've taken you a while to make those treats and now all that effort has been wasted. Perhaps, he could step out of the umbrella, he could help you with baking and Bi'an isn't all that lacking in that aspect either so he could also help. It felt oddly troublesome and yet, it felt welcome.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Worry paints over her delicate features, she lowers her fan, slipping it into her obi. She rubs their shoulder, "I apologise for the cookies, do you have any more?" she asks, staring down at the survivor.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Those were all of them, I, I made extra for everyone but now it's all gone" you whispered, disappointment rolling off you in waves.

She smiles softly, you reminded her of the people she used to care for back when she was still alive. Michiko pulls out a small Wagashi, presenting it before the small survivor.

"If you'd like, I can help you in making more, I know quite a bit about making pastries" she offered, smiling at them genuinely. She watches their expression light up, a grateful smile gracing her. "Thank you, I would like that" they spoke, taking the Daifuku from her hand.

Gluttonous Hunters

The hunters don't need food, but that doesn't mean they don't wish to partake.

The baker huffed, leaning against the rocket chair. They shift uncomfortably, trying their best to not drop the basket in their lap. The hunter eyes the basket with interest, the pleasant aroma drawing them towards it.

They snatch the basket from your lap, obtaining a random treat and taking a bite out of the delicious dessert without paying any mind to you.

They always heard the survivors talk about how your treats were the best they've tasted, they've always wanted to judge whether or not that was true or not.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

The inventor eyed the basket with interest; whilst he was still alive, Herman would often get him to try out new dishes, recipes and treats of all sorts—but he had to admit, the aroma of your pastries stood out amongst all of the pastries he's had beforehand.

Alva leans on the wall behind him, admiring the craftsmanship of the basket. The chaired survivor eyes the tall hunter, eyes trained on his every move. Their eyes widen when he makes a move to retrieve one of their goods from the basket.

The baker frowns, "Hey! I only made enough for the survivors!" they hollered out, visibly annoyed. Alva glanced at them, cocking his head—"Will you make some for me after the match if I only eat one?" he asked, eyes holding a particular look in them that made it hard to say no.

The baker blinked repeatedly, shocked to hear the hunter being so polite during a match. They huff, nodding, "Alright, I will, b, but, don't eat those okay?" they request with a pleading look, knowing only two pastries are left. Alva smiles slightly, placing the basket in their lap gently.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Grace traced the patterns of the basket, smiling gently. The baker stared up at her, wide-eyed, in awe of the pretty woman. "Y, You can taste them if you want" they say, bashfully looking away.

The hunter eyes the survivor, she knows you're different from all the other humans but she just can't bring herself to warm up to anyone so easily.

She nods hesitantly, taking a pastry in between her two fingers before chipping off a small piece with her teeth. Her eyes widen, palate screaming with joy at the taste.

She peers down at the survivor, tapping their shoulder gently. Smiling at them softly, she ruffles their hair, hoping that it would deliver her gratitude.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

The boy's mouth waters at the aroma of the pastries, hugging the basket to his chest. His head shifts up, hesitantly meeting the baker's gaze. "C, Can I have some?" the kid asks, as polite as he can be.

The baker opens their mouth, contemplating. Do I give in to the kid and spare the survivors none or... they consider, already reaching a decision. "You can eat them all, but leave one okay?" they beam.

Robbie embraces them for a bit before opening the basket and snacking on the treats. The boy practically vibrates with joy, enjoying the taste of each wonderful treat.

"Do you like them?" the baker prods, staring fondly at the sight of the hunter being a kid. The hunters all seemed human in one way or another, the baker thought, smiling. The boy nodded fervently, hand still stuck under the accessory covering his head.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Onyx eyes widen slightly upon hearing a soft thud from behind her. Turning around, she eyes the basket on the ground. The survivor looked visibly flustered, in an awkward position that made it look like they were attempting to retrieve the basket.

The Geisha only smiled graciously, gently picking it up. She dusted off the basket before presenting it in a manner only a seasoned hostess would know how to. She placed it on their lap, gazing at them curiously when they nudge it towards her.

"Are you offering me one?" she voiced out euphoniously, lowering herself until she was face-to-face with them. You nod, "I, If you don't mind, you can have some, I made a bit more than usual" you replied, smiling at the hunter.

She smiled gratefully, gently opening the basket before taking a cookie into one of her hands. She flicks her hand fan open before taking a bite of the cookie. Her obsidian eyes seem to sparkle with each bite. Finishing the cookie, she bows to the survivor, thanking them.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑

His tentacles manhandle the basket, forcing out angry yells of disapproval from the survivor. He pays you no mind, examining the beautifully crafted basket.

He lifts up one of the hatches, greeted by the soft and warm aroma of their pastries. The eldritch god takes one of the cupcakes into his hand, while the baker watches in horror as a rift rips through his "face" forming a mouth.

He seems to be pleased by the taste—judging by the fact that he literally threw the basket's contents down that very same rift. Hastur emits a sound resembling a cat's purring, and slowly, the rift slowly shuts, reassuring you that you wouldn't in fact be one of the things on the menu.

He slithers close to you, placing the basket back onto your lap. "I would like for you to make more for me after the match" he requests, oddly docile as he trails his odd tentacle up your neck, purring even more when you nodded. It felt weird to have the hunter rub your body, it felt as if he was treating you as his pet.

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[smittenroses]

YES I JUST REMEMBERED REQUESTS WERE OPEN MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA

ALVA

CAN I REQUEST THE HOT SHIT NAMED ALVA WITH S/O WHO LIKES TO HOLD ONTO HIS COLTHING

OK BYE THANKS ILY (/P)

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Spark

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Hermit | Alva Lorenz/reader Summary — Quirks are human, Alva is no exception Content Warnings — none Word Count — 293 words Author's note — miss ya dude, hope you enjoy this

Alva had thought he had seen every survivor's weird quirks by the time he had settled himself into the manor, from the Gardener's insistence on bringing snacks into the games to the First Officer popping off his hand in the chair in order to scratch at his head, these little quirks he had grown used to.

You, however, seemed to stick to his brain like a bug.

He supposed that one may be tempted to grab at his clothing considering he wore long, drape like clothing to and fro the manor and its games, but when he found himself hindered by your insistence to grab onto it, he couldn't help but feel himself brighten with embarassment. The fact that you were always so crafty, so quick, finding you bundled up in his coat more often than not before he could stop you.

Yet the annoyance faded into something else, one that had seeded itself into the crevices of his mind, his heart long having not beat a beat that was like this. He swore to himself that it was nothing that he thought it was, nothing that made him soft, but yet every time the prisoner and him crossed paths it was like clockwork.

"So when are you going to court them?"

While he may distaste Luca for what he had done, his former apprentice had a point; the want to court, the want to hold you close in his arms, the one that made his heart race with each step you took, it was overwhelming and his apprentice would only raise his brows every time Alva denied his feelings.

Yet that didn't stop the Prisoner from chuckling the next time he saw you around the manor, bundled up in Alva's familiar coat.

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[houdinicorbini]

Alva Lorenz x Reader "Late night thoughts"

It is has now been 1 year since this man has been out!! And I am surprised by the lack of Alva content when it comes to x readers

This is also very self indulgent. I thought it would be nice to write a comfort fic!

Word count: 1201

Trigger warnings: paranoia and crying

It was currently late at night. Most people, if not everyone in the manor were already long asleep, your lover who was laying right beside you being one of them. 

Yet, you couldn’t find the will nor the ability to fall asleep. As much as you wish you could do that so you wouldn’t be dealing with all these thoughts and fears that were forcing you to stay awake while everyone else had the pleasure of sleeping. 

You lay on your side, back facing your lover as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to stop whatever tears that were threatening to spill then and there. 

This just happens sometimes after all! It’s just paranoia, there’s nothing going to come of it! Those were the things you were desperately trying to tell yourself. 

But then there’s that thought that what if something does happen and it’s far too late to be fixed or even noticed. 

That no matter what, nothing can be done to stop or fix it in time. That everything you do now doesn’t matter because it’ll all just end anyways. 

These thoughts only kept forcing you into a deeper and deeper rabbit hole, one that felt like you couldn’t crawl out of. 

You tried desperately to think of happy memories, good moments to help distract yourself, but you just kept falling deeper and deeper. 

Then, finally, the dam broke. You started silently sobbing, covering your mouth so that you wouldn’t make any form of noise so as to not disturb him. 

It felt like you were silently screaming at some points, trying your damnedest to keep any noise from escaping and failing to do that here and there. 

The tears wouldn’t stop spilling out and your head was already aching with pain because of it. 

After a few minutes of nonstop sobbing, you hear a small meow before you feel something jump in the spot right in front of you. 

One you feel whiskers on your face, you open your eyes to see it’s one of Alva’s most trusted cats, and it seems like she has a goal in mind as her nose is practically touching your own. 

Without saying anything, you pulled her close to you, sniffling as you wrapped your arms around her, to which she didn’t mind at all. 

The cat settled down, getting comfortable as she had no plans of getting up until morning. Her only goal was to help comfort you. 

Before you had the opportunity to cry again, a pair of strong arms had wrapped themselves around you. Immediately recognizing who it was, you felt yourself relaxing, but buried your face into the cat, earning another small meow as you did. 

You didn’t want him to exactly see you like this, even though he has before, as you have seen him in panic driven moments.  

There was a soft kiss placed on your head before your love spoke. 

“My dear,” he began, his voice much deeper than usual, indicating that he might’ve just woken up from his slumber. 

“Are you alright?” Alva asked, concern very apparent in his tired tone, though no matter how tired he is, Alva will always show concern for you. 

You give a small nod, not wanting to use your voice since it would most likely give away that you’ve been crying, though it’s not like he’d have to be a detective to guess that. 

His grip tightened slightly, but more of in a comforting way. As if to say that he’s here for you. 

“Just overthinking is all…” you say rather quietly, upset at yourself that he’s now awake, worrying that it was your sobbing that did it. 

Alva shifted slightly so that his chin could be resting comfortably on your head, one arm reaching up so that he could run his fingers through your hair. 

“About what, my love?” He asked, continuing with this soothing motion as he felt you relax a tad bit more, which relieved him. 

When there was no response, he completely understood, not wanting to push. So, he decided to continue to comfort you, in ways that didn’t require you to use words. 

Feeling him caress your cheek, you lean into his cold touch, enjoying such a feeling since your skin felt rather warm at that moment. 

Pushing your back into him slightly so that you could feel him all around. Just him holding you was helping distract you from these evil thoughts. 

“I’m here for you.”

“You’re not alone.”

“These are only thoughts.” 

Alva would whisper things like that, in hopes that they’d help you, even if it was only by a little bit. 

To which they did, but it was more of the fact that he was trying his best more than what he was saying. Though there was still a part of you that was upset that he woke up. You’d rather him sleep, yet, there was a part of you that was grateful to have him awake nonetheless. 

You felt him place a few more kisses on your head, before moving so that he could place some upon your cheek, to which you didn’t mind the slightest. 

Alva continues to hold you, making sure you are very aware of the fact that he’s here for you, and nothing will ever change that. 

Nothing in this world could ever change how he feels nor the want to make you feel better when he has the chance to do so. 

Him being here right now is his way of proving that to you. 

A few minutes of silence goes by when you hear him chuckle. 

Feeling a tad bit curious, you turn your head slightly so that you can see him.  

“I see someone has gotten to you before I could.” Alva pointed out, noticing the cat that you’re still cuddling with. 

She looks up for a second, meows at him and lays her head back down, possibly wanting to get some sleep before the sun comes up. 

“She did.” You gave a small chuckle back, the tiredness of everything starting to catch up with you now that you’ve calmed down. 

Now that your face was more in range, he places a soft kiss on your nose, the small smile from you not going unnoticed. 

He gives you one more kiss but on the lips this time, he didn’t want to keep you awake for too long after all. Not when he can clearly see how tired you truly are. 

“Please, get some rest, my love.” Alva said, hoping that you’d be able to get some decent rest for tomorrow. 

Giving a small nod, you yawn before letting go of the cat, to which she didn’t like but she allowed you to do so. 

You turn around so now that you can bury your face into his chest, in case these thoughts do come back, you’ll have him right by you. 

Before falling asleep, you mutter a quiet “thank you, I love you, my dear” 

“I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel safe and better, my rose. You have my heart.” 

With those words repeating in your head, you’re able to finally drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Tall Drink Of Water

Does my little dance for @turbulentscrawl

Rated Mature | Warning: None

You have the same amount of energy Luca Balsa has, and many more given how you laid out on the floor rolling around playing with Ann's cat (you do not care if it is an Outer God that took the simple form of a cat to oversee whatever an Outer God oversees). The cat is playing with a ball of yarn you got from Annie in exchange for helping her with a toy project. The cat actually is playing with you rather than you playing with it, Alva a few times glances over to see being the one is playing with the yarn more than the cat.

Your logic for not fearing the cat is ‘I don’t worship it so I don’t have to follow its rules’. Neither does Alva yet here is a chosen one of that creature. His eyes linger on the way your shirt by now has ridden up exposing your stomach and dangerously close to the rest of your chest before you sit up and start petting the cat. 

It permits it the petting, the dotting upon, you have no idea you are worshipping it by doing that and Alva could not tell you otherwise given the cat is purring. When it has enough, it places its paw on your hand pushing it away then jumping on a chair and curling up in a ball to rest.

“I want five more babies, Alva.” Without context and him not paying attention you say those words.

“Excuse me?” Stopped his hands with his current task to make sure he heard you properly.

“Five more babies,” Pointing at the sleeping cat, “We can have different types too.” You bet Ann would agree but you might have to watch out for Ithaqua because you have seen him fearlessly chase the black cat. Weirdo.

The inventor needs a moment to recover, “I am sure the Apostle would not appreciate sharing your attention.” Resuming the final touches of the device he making.

You go to sit on the couch in the room then lay on it as you stare up at the ceiling before your eyes drift to other objects in the room before falling on the ass of the Hermit. Small, you can grab it and feel a bit of meat, a bubble butt. Your eyes follow the way his back is bent over slightly as he works over the workbench tinkering away.

“Alva,” You call out to him, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” “You do and I never grow tired of it.” He replies, “You are quite handsome too, (Name).” Sometimes sparks to life in his hand for a second then shuts off. “Yeah but,” You think for a moment then grin, “You’re a tall drink of water, baby.” Yeah, this is a good one! “And I’m thirsty.” Snickering. Both a funny and a compliment, genius.

Alva has learned to grow accustomed to your time of humor and language. Given you are from a different modern time, you are far different from the people of his time in every sense. He raises an eyebrow then shakes his head, “Given you also know how ridiculous that sounds,” He stops his task as he can feel his neck becoming strained and the statement you made is a hint. “(Name).” Turning around, “Come here a moment.” His index finger beckons you over where he is leaning against his workbench. 

It is cute how quickly you get up to go over to him and without skipping a beat you hug him, one who enjoys physical touching. A tactile person. He places his hand on your head petting your hair as you rest your chin on his chest with your eyes closed and a small content smile on your face, “I love you.” The words flow out easily from your mouth as you say them a dozen times with ease, you follow those words with action as you are happy to kiss his hand that traces your lips, his palm, then your eyes open halfway as you once again say, “I love you, Alva.”

“Do you need me?” A low sensual tone as you whine as his other hand starts at the lower part of your back, fingers tracing up your spine and the low-grade spark up your back makes you moan as he uses his power to stimulate your nerves. Strange as it sounds you found it gets you going a lot faster as he is directly stimulating your nerves and skin.

“My answer is always,” Though at times you feel bad given you have a much higher sex drive than the inventor. He is much lower, rarely does the mood strike him, but tries to be accommodating to your needs when he can keep with them.

Though you understand he is in the mood, it is understandable, you make it very clear to him that you never take more than what he can give. You are one to talk freely about your needs and listen to others about theirs, you had sat him down to ask what he needs from you and vice-versa.

“Are you sure? I have no problem using your shirt.” Asking to make sure he would not mind doing it right now, you can always wait for when he is ready. He got the hint you want to be intimate by your silly pickup line, something you do to hint but easy for him to know he can take his time. Plus, you like letting him know how handsome he is daily.

When you handle your own desires alone, you need something of his to keep on that edge, his shirt helps a lot.

God, you feel like you got it down bad for him— Because you are.

So bad that you ask him, sometimes, if he is comfortable with recording a ‘visual aid’.

A request and one he needed an explanation of. One you provided when he was sexually ready and you were the one teasing him. So you recorded yourself, well, let’s just say the man had a reminder of how different you both are from a technology standpoint too.

The recording on your phone plays back a video of you touching yourself as you call out his name. One of his spare shirts drapes over your body as you are a humping pillow. You are no pornstar but you are proud of your camera work!

You learned that day teasing Alva was returned tenfold and you were unable to return to your room until the afternoon of the following day.

Kissing your forehead, “I want to.”

The grandfather clock in the room strikes midnight and the soft tune of the clock plays.

You stand on the tip of your toes as he kisses you, slowly and methodically until the meow of the forgotten guest steals your attention.

“Pspsps.” Alva is looking annoyed at that damn cat as you slip away to kneel on the floor to pet its sleepy form, “Pretty kitty.”

“There is another kitty in need of proper attention if it returns to my side.”

You turn your head to see Alva Lorenz walking to his bed and sitting there patting his lap.

The hint in those words is not lost to you at all nor the Outer God cat as growls before standing up, jumping in the air, and disappearing.

“Aw.” You pout, “Do think it will come back later?”

“Let’s hope not,” He welcomes you into his arms as you straddle his lap, “Your attention is going to be elsewhere for a while.” His index finger traced the path of your jawline, his lips brushing against yours but not quite, no he let that tingle of electricity make it feel like he kissed you but you were not letting that slide as you grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and lean forward kissing him and pushing him down.

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[turbulentscrawl]

Alva Lorenz General HCs

You'll have for forgive me for any typos--this man's been on my mind for two days and I have to get these out. I'm too impatient to check everything hahah

-Alva did not actually betray Luca by passing off any pf Herman’s work as his own. Though he did always maintain some interest in the concept of a perpetual motion machine, Alva didn’t dedicate much time to working on it after Herman’s death. He did, however, start the fire which killed Herman in an outburst-fueled accident similar to how Luca later killed him. Alva, however, escaped suspicion of the event and was not legally punished.

-Alva knew Herman had a son and, though he never personally met Herman’s family, knew who Luca was through grapevine rumors. He agreed to take Luca on as his student partially out of guilt for his unexposed crime, and partially because he had no children of his own and quickly felt a certain parental urge for Luca. They shared a lot in common and got on very well, very quickly, and their relationship was great right up until the accident. The documentation that seems to indicate their relationship deteriorating is coincidental. (ex, Luca’s experiments slowly transitioning from both he and Alva signing off on them to just Luca was Alva giving Luca more independence because he trusted him, rather than them growing apart or secretive.)

-I think Alva may be autistic. He doesn’t require much in the way of accommodations, and he doesn’t have the sensory issues that Aesop does. However, his speech is sometimes overly flat, his view of the world a bit rigid, his social energy levels are low, he’s prone to bouts of depression, he fixates on his work a lot, and he often fidgets with things like pens and clothes. He enjoys touching various textures, and often expresses appreciation for the material of people’s clothes. Additionally, he’s made a living out of his special interest: inventive engineering.

-Alva is a solemn and polite man. He’s rather chivalrous, but reserved, and as a result was admired by many for his mysterious-gentleman air. “Hermit” is an apt name for Alva, however, as he rarely enjoyed the company of others. He especially felt overwhelmed in large groups. He has always preferred one-on-one socializing, and even that he had a smaller tolerance for than was typical for men of his class. Luckily, he doesn’t have much in the way of a temperament, so when he’s tired of socializing, he’s just that: tired. Sexy Old man.

-To specify, when I say chivalrous, I mean he’s the kind of man who holds doors open for others, offers his hand to help them up from a seat or down from some height, share his umbrella in the rain, and would even lay his coat in a puddle for a lady to cross over. He offers chivalry moreso to women than men, but if a man presents as meek or shy enough in his presence he will extend the gestures to them as well, hoping to make them feel more comfortable.

-Alva’s only family at the time of his death was his wife. She was barren, and they had no children, and all the rest of his family had passed due to age or illness. Luca therefore became something of a surrogate son to Alva over the years. Though he sometimes struggled to show it, Alva cared for him like blood and always looked out for him.

-Alva didn’t care much about his overall predicament, after being resurrected. His religious proclivities were more for show than anything, so being a chosen of some…eldritch-cat-god is hardly the worst of his concerns. Until the manor, he hadn’t been expected to do anything he considered reprehensible or very immoral, so he’s always been fine with just completing his orders so he could go back to his work.

-After joining the manor, Alva’s only real comfort is his work. In life, inventive engineering was his method of self-expression, the way he interacted with the world, his reason for living. That changed a bit when his wife came along, and then again for Luca, but with those gone he’s back to his reclusive nature. It takes a long time for Alva to make friendships in the manor. He’s familiar with Ann out of necessity, but they’re merely cordial. With time, he becomes friendly with a small handful of others, but his melancholy is still pervasive.

-Inevitably, with enough time at the manor, Alva craves reconciliation with Luca. He doesn’t entirely blame Luca for what happened. At the end of everything, Alva knows the accident was an accident as well as a misunderstanding. (And also probably some kind of ironic, cosmic retribution for him killing Herman.) The trouble is, Luca does not remember him at all, or what happened. He knows from a few conversations that the boy’s cleverness is still in-tact, but his memories are almost entirely gone. As far as Alva is concerned, this means he’ll never get the closure of genuine, mutual apologies, and he’ll never have his “son” back. Not really.

-When Luca was his student, they were a powerful duo in public. Alva, despite being respectful and courteous to individuals, has never ‘jived’ with society as a whole. He doesn’t care about public opinion and is easily exhausted from public exposure. Luca, meanwhile, is a social butterfly. They were both charming, and worked out a system for any public appearances Alva needed to make: Luca would handle most of the talking—unless Alva’s interest was specifically sparked by some topic of conversation—so Alva could do his best to actually enjoy the atmosphere. And when Luca was ready to go, you best believe Alva was ready with their excuse to bail. The two were always favorites at any party or event, and always had interested suitors close at their heels.

-Despite being overwhelmed by conversation and crowds, Alva does enjoy the set-up for a lot of public events and parties. He likes the artfulness of decoration, and always takes time to appreciate the hard work put into setting up things like that (and once again, he loves to touch, feels the textures). He especially loves flowers. He occasionally finds loud music to be a bit overstimulating. Similarly, he likes fireworks, but requires earplugs to enjoy them fully.

-Alva’s age (at time of death) was somewhere between 40-45. His undead body is no longer aging, so physically he’s the same. Sometimes Alva misses his longer hair, but unfortunately that’s not growing anymore.

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[oletus-writer]

Hello! Can I request Norton witha male s/o that looks more feminine and pristine. Oh poor Nonon having a gay panic to the widdle pretty boy :333

Oh gods am I going to have fun with this request.

Norton, Alva x feminine male s/o

Warnings: none

Norton

As intrigued about how long your elegance would last, Norton was not very interested in you before he knew you were a man. Why would a man present so femininely? There were many troubles of being a woman, no?

However, once you explain that it is how you would like to present and that you could handle yourself well, he wouldn’t question it.

‘Oh, so that’s just how ya want to be? Alright, well I can’t question it.’

Secretly thinks you look cool. How do you manage to look so pristine while covered in sweat and blood in matches? Even Joseph and Mary could not compete.

And that was when he realised he liked you. Dear god - while Norton was not a sucker for the rules, liking a man so much still shook him. Would you find him disgusting for liking you?

‘I… well it turns out I quite like you, caro, even though we’re both men. Although I do think you like men. Am I wrong?’

Alva

Ah, a new hunter in the manor. They were getting quite a lot of these recently - it was had to memorise all existing faces already, what with Alva’s brain damage from the two explosions, but he may have found an incentive to memorise people quicker. Santa Maria, you were so attractive it was hard to forget your name.

‘Hello. I am one of the more recent additions to this manor, The Hermit Alva Lorenz. Although I may be new, it does not mean that I do not know my way around the place. Please, come find me if you need anything.’

He definitely should not have said that, since he had been betrayed multiple times in the past, yet, an ache in his long-dead heart made him recklessly hopeful.

Your composure rivalled the aristocrats he had seen in the past, and the aristocrats he had encountered in the manor. Perhaps one day he’d like to see you loose that untouchable grace, but that day was not today.

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[m0-rax]

KINKTOBER 2023 DAY 1: PEGGING

Pairing is Alva Lorenz x AFAB reader!

warnings: smut, pegging, reader has a v

The costume

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Alva Lorenz, the hermit. Once an inventor but now who knew what he was. You initially found him handsome at first glance.

Like how you met other survivors during matches, some of your first meetings were during games. One such game was where you met Alva.

The instant attraction to him and infatuation with him and his appearance was a large distraction for you.

Just his looks nearly led to you getting caught in a match because you were focused more on his pretty face than getting away.

Alva had seen the way you looked at him. He was confused at first. Then over time, match after match, he slowly accepted your affections.

He could never predict or understand the emotions of humans. Human nature was a complicated subject.

Alva simply gave up trying, believing that formulae and theories could never deduce such things in humans.

He only believed in his savior and eventually… you .

Your pursuit of him was not in vain because you had managed to form a connection with him through a lot of persistence.

In this relationship, when you both were free, the two of you would be intimate with each other. Feeling the other’s breaths and being so close you can feel the skin of each other’s bodies.

He was always fucking you senseless in bed. He usually did so you wanted to try something different the next time the two of you were having sex.

You knocked on his bedroom door, he muttered a ‘come in’ and you walked in to see him trying on his new costume for the Halloween season.

He had a deep neckline on his shirt and his makeup was done to appear cat-like. His eyes were naturally one step ahead.

They already looked cat-like. You really liked his eyes though. They were so pretty. Maybe it was just because you loved cats.

His outfit for the occasion was cat themed as well. He caught you staring and he held his staff in his right hand. He looked at you, raising a brow in confusion.

“Why are you staring at me?”

You took in the rest of his clothing. You could see his chest because of the neckline being so low. He had a high collared open jacket and cat ears on his head.

Even his staff was matching the theme because it had a cat on the top with a gem on its tail. The colors were mostly black and gold and damn did Alva look good in it.

The coat made him look taller if that was even possible. He was already tall as fuck to begin with but the ears and the extra accessories just accentuated it.

The pants made his long and thin legs look even better than normal. His ass was hugged nicely by the pants and the jacket loosely hung over it.

The whole costume was a masterpiece and you had to stop yourself from salivating like a hungry dog.

“You look…so hot in that costume.” You blatantly state, almost no shame in your words.

Alva blushed a bit and leaned his staff on the wall. He started to make his way over to you. You could hear his pilgrim pepper steppers tapping on the floor as he walked.

When he got to you, your face was flushed just from the sight of him, he bent down and kissed you.

The man was handsome, even he could admit that much. He knew the effect he had on you.

He knew you were enchanted by him. Infatuated. Not only was he pretty, he knew how to use that against you.

He licked your lips, you parted them and allowed him entrance. His yellow eyes stared down at you, taking in the sight of you as he gave you his attention.

He moved his tongue, exploring your mouth. He slurped on your own, your salivas mixing together as you moaned into the kiss.

He pulled you over to the bed, tongue still tasting yours. He broke away, a string of saliva lingering, connecting your lips.

When he pushed you down on the mattress, gazing at your form beneath him, you stopped him. You put a hand on his arm, he halted his actions.

“Wait. I want to try something different today.”

He raised a brow.

“Like what?”

You blushed a bit and he waited for you to speak your mind. What exactly was it that you wanted to try out?

“Let me peg you.”

“I’m sorry, you want to what-?” He wasn’t opposed to it, he was just caught off guard.

“Peg you.”

His own pale cheeks flushed with a reddish hue and he sighed. He got off you and sat on his bed. You were looking at him and his cat-like yellow eyes were on you.

“I don’t see why not. If you need anything, go get it. I’ll wait.” He said eventually.

A little experimentation didn’t hurt.

You kissed his cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup on him and took off to your own room. His slit pupils followed you out the door of his room.

You had something lying around in wait. Waiting for this occasion. You just had to remember where you had put it.

You checked your wardrobe and found a box sitting at the bottom. You picked it up and opened it, finding exactly what you needed.

Alva was touching up on his black makeup when you returned with…

“A dildo..?”

His hand paused, setting down the makeup brush and container. He was more nervous about the size of it. Would that thing even fit inside of him?

“Are you sure that will fit?”

“I’ll try and go as easy as I can, Alva.” Your reassurances made him feel better but not by a whole lot.

You went over to him and put aside the makeup, after putting it on his night table you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss with fervor.

You gazed into his golden eyes. The vibrant yellow hue meeting the gaze of your own eyes, slit pupils watched your every move.

You noticed the face makeup. He had his nose painted black, some whiskers were drawn on too.

He had painted his under eyes black as well and the color brought out those eyes you just loved to look at. Alva wrapped his arms around you, one going to the small of your back and pressing you into him further.

One of your hands moved to stroke his head as you continued to taste him. Your fingers danced along the tips of his ears, feeling the fur on them and his blackened hair.

The once white strands were now dark as night, probably dyed for the spooky season.

It looked ravishing on him. You pushed the hermit onto the bed so he was laying on his back.

You pulled away from the kiss, watching his chest rise and fall with quick pants.

You got off of him and slid off his colonial clompers. You took off the ruffled socks and kissed his feet.

It earned you a sharp look and a blush as you stood back up in front of the man.

Your hands ran along the curves of his ass, caressing the hermit’s skin. You could feel the shape perfectly thanks to his tight pants.

You fumbled with the garment before removing the clothing piece entirely. It left only his underwear between you and his pale colored nether region.

“Go easy on me, will you? I have a game tomorrow.” Alva’s face was beet red as he said these words.

You smiled with a nod, giving him a quick kiss as you slid off his underwear.

Your hands wandered across his pale skin, his ass was firm. His soft cock was the color of the moon. That bluish gray tone.

You had a bottle of lubricant on you that you’d brought as well, not wanting to hurt the man before you.

He watched as you used it to make your fingers slick. You prodded his hole, slowly pushing one finger into him.

Alva made a face and you looked up at him.

“Are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Strange. Very strange.”

He was still blushing crimson and you slowly started to pump your finger into him, his unsteady breaths and the strange sensation from your fingers inside of him slowly sent blood rushing to his cock.

Your slick finger moved in and out of him with ease once you’d worked the muscle lax enough.

You pushed another finger into him, generous with the lubricant so you wouldn’t rub Alva raw and hurt him.

You prodded at his insides, the pleasure was a strange feeling for him. He attempted to steady his breaths and a half choked gasp of pleasure left his lips as you found what you were looking for.

“Found it~” You said with a grin.

“That spot… what did you do?” Alva questioned, his dick stood up now as blood rushed down below.

“What did I do?” You ask it innocently as if you didn’t know what exactly you were doing.

You thrust your fingers into that particular spot, Alva quivered beneath you. A mix of shame and embarrassment on his face at the reaction to just having his hole toyed with.

You scissored the man, separating your two fingers inside of him as he writhed beneath your touch. Once you’d stretched him out enough, muscle lax enough to penetrate without too much trouble, you grabbed the dildo.

It was a large strap-on dildo, maybe eight or nine inches. You liked feeling Alva’s skin on yours so you took off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. You put on the strap-on, lining up the toy with Alva’s hole.

“Safe word?” You ask.

“Cat.” Alva responded, a little tribute to his costume.

You appreciated the association. He was a hot cat man after all. You’d be thinking about this till the end of your days.

You position yourself between his legs, holding onto his thin thighs. Alva watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

Without warning, you plunged into him. You buried the dildo all the way to the base.

Your hips met Alva’s white skin and you watched him squirm a bit. The tall man was gasping for breath.

He had never felt so full before, never had he ever. This was his first time being done in the ass, too.

You slowly pulled out and then slammed back into him, the slow pace making his body writhe beneath yours.

His hard cock was dripping with pre cum and you just took your time, teasing, slow, hard.

Alva was moaning beneath you, saying your name. Little sounds of pleasure left his lips and you loved it.

You found that sweet spot your fingers reached before and began to relentlessly pound into it.

Each thrust just abused that spot mercilessly and Alva was a quivering, moaning mess.

His legs were trembling and his body was shuddering beneath your touch, your actions, everything you were doing to him.

You bucked your hips into him at a fast pace and his broken noises of pleasure flooded your ears.

The sounds aroused you more as you watched his hands scramble for purchase on the sheets.

“Do you like that, Alva?”

You slowed your pace a bit, to give the poor man a breather.

His dick still dripped pre cum but he was probably close to climax.

”You gonna cum from getting your ass pounded?”

A little experimentation never hurt anyone but god did he want you to shut the fuck up.

“Don’t tease me!”

A hard thrust into his prostate, that sweet spot from before had a strangled moan enter your ears.

His legs were a quivering mess and streams of white shot out of his cock and onto the front of his costume.

You pegged him as he came down from his high, slowly and steadily as his body quivered.

His white skin was flushed and he was warm. His face was akin to the color of a tomato.

”How’d I do?” You ask as you carefully pull out of his hole.

It felt so empty having you take that dildo out of him.

He wasn’t going to sit in peace for the rest of the day. His ass would just tell him no.

He looked at you and then started to shed the white stained coat of his costume with a sigh.

”Very good… Now shut up.”

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[heartshapedbubble]

Okay, I am a little bit nervous, hope that this request won't make you uncomfortable!

Antonio, Luchino (Hunter, please) and Alva with a S/O who is engaged in equestrian sports? Like, they have their own horse, equipment and even whip!

Thank you if you'll accept, and I understand if you'll decline!

no worries nonnie!! here u go<3

antonio paganini, luchino diruse and alva lorenz with an s/o engaged in equestrian sports🎻🦎🌩

antonio paganini🎻

equestrian sports, huh?

he saw his fair share of noblemen riding their well groomed stallions and duchesses feeding their ponies sugar cubes, yet he didn't really pay much attention to it

upon mentioning it for the first time he's gonna be like 🤨 immediately associating it with the nobles and their pretentious version of the sport, only to realize it isn't as black-and-white as he made it out to be

i wouldn't really call tonio a person who's rlly good with animals tbh

like? it isn't that he hates animals, in fact it's quite the opposite, he just isn't made for taking care of them

will still bring some apples or carrots for your horse(s) okok‼️

although he mostly leaves you at peace while you do horseriding, considering it your way of relaxing and calming yourself, sometimes he'll come by the fence and watch you

will help you get on your horse if needed and assist you as much as he can with equipment and getting ready!

also thinks you look really hot attractive in your equestrian uniform ,, he's gonna discreetly whisper it into your ear as he helps you mount your horse and enjoy watching you turn red every time you two make eye contact as you ride... hehe.....

luchino diruse🦎

aight listen this man is a herpetologist. he spent minimum 4 years inspecting scaly little creatures. petite marble eyed beasts, if you will. everything but a four legged man sized mammal

not to mention horses are scared of him considering how HUGE he is (which makes him sad :c)

he has no knowledge on horses or anything horse-related but he's more than willing to drop his reptile studies for some time

he finds them cute tho c:

he's a man who's naturally brimming with curiosity, if he finds something interesting enough he's going to pull an all nighter just to research it

at this point his initially small research on equestrian sports & horses became a little hyperfix of his just bc of you <3

he would definetly sprinkle in some horse biology/anatomy facts as you two spend time near the stables

enjoys watching you ride around as he takes notes

100% would be interested in helping you feed your horse and groom it!!

alva lorenz🌩

alva is (suprisingly... or not?) a big fan of animals, and horses just happen to be one of his favourite ones

he finds them so majestic and graceful, yet most horses run away from him since his presence is quite intimidating (especially considering his body is quite literally a fully-charged electrical conductor) and throws them off guard

if you get lucky and your horse doesn't run away the second he gets near he'd gladly pet it if you let him!!!

he is NOT riding them though. no way in hell he's too tall + he'd just make the horses even more nervous

so he's just going to stay aside and enjoy watching you spend your time doing what you love :))

you'll find him visiting the stable(s) self-initiatively, bringing in snacks for them and such !!! he can't help it ok !!!

this man often has an unreal urge to baby you (not in an infantilizing way or something - he just does stuff for you which you could easily do yourself, it's kind of his love language) he's going to insist on buttoning up your blazer and helping you mount the horse, doing such mundane activities with/for you makes him feel better and more present in your life

here and there you'll find him silently inspecting your equipment, slowly twirling and folding the whip and touching the leather surface of the saddle

he never goes with you when you have training, but as you ride you'll often catch a glimpse of him watching you train from the shadows

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[k-wavehours]

I'm on my knees I need nsfw Alva hcs please (yes I'm also very normal about that old man)

/cracks knuckles/ here we go this is what I've been waiting for

Alva fucker nation rise up

Going to TOWN on this please DNI if you are not 18+ Khai is going insane on this

Lets get a scenario cooked up first kind of based on my last Alva ask I answered.

You find him reading something in the library after a very late match. What happened that match? Well I'll spell it out for you. You were being a little prick. You took advantage of Alva's poor weak heart and his outpouring love for you by being the only one to rescue your teammates (some of which you didn't even really like). You weren't even a big rescuer! You knew you could still win the match by taking advantage of his desire not to down you in a match. How cruel. You approach him as usual from behind his seat to see what he's so focused on. He knows you're there but he doesn't turn to greet you like he normally would.

Petty.

You aren't having any of that so you come around and crawl into his lap and ask if he's mad at you for figuring out his weakness in matches. He says nothing, but his eyes haven't moved at all to indicate he was still reading what was in his hand. You lean in to kiss him when he grabs your face to hold you away. You know he's mad at you but he can't possibly stay mad forever (and he won't). You apologize for taking advantage of him that match despite knowing it'll probably happen again. He accepts your "apology" and lets go of you, so you then go back to doing what you were going to do initially. His electrical scars are his weakest points on his body and you know that.

To wrap this up quick kissing up his scarred neck and face eventually leads him to taking you right there in the library. Thank the gods no one else is up at this ungodly hour.

Hold on I am not done it's actual headcanon time!

He's more than likely had some experience so he knows what he's doing. He's a scholarly man and learns quickly, so he'll find your weak spots faster than you find all of his.

He doesn't have a very high libido but he can go from 0 to 100 real quick if you push the right buttons.

As we know, he is very tall. He knows his size too. He prefers taking you in ways he can stand up. This can include bending you over a raised surface, sitting you up on that raised surface so you can get your legs around his hips, or he'll straight up say "fuck it" and pick you up. He's not opposed to letting you ride him either he LOVES it. He'll go in for the sidebite too (he usually likes to be the big spoon). He'll also use his lil electricity conjuring ability to shock you too if you're into that.

The way he behaves during these times all depends on you. You like being submissive and can't dom at all? Fine by him! He's a switch but you won't know unless you ask to do something to him. (side rant please look at his S tier do you SEE that mask? Muzzle? I don't care that could be a surprise tool to help you later if you want to take the role of dominant).

Now one of my favorite parts. His voice. You heard it in his intro trailer and in the season 22 essence 3 trailer. His little purrs of praise towards you is enough to get you off (or is that just me? Probably not). When he's close to his release you will know. He stops running his mouth and his breathing becomes tapered and he lets out the sexiest whimpers known to man I stg.

After the fun activities of the evening or whenever sexy time occurs he does his best to help clean up, after setting his joints of course. Sorry but it has to be done you had him on his back for a while it got stiff.

Aside from that silliness because tbh I'd laugh at him a little he'll get you anything you need if you ask or accept any offers from him.

I want to fuck this guy so bad can't you tell by this whole essay? Thanks for reading <3

#idv hermit #idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #alva lorenz