Compilation Of Baby Muichiro / Baby Hashira Doodles From The Last Couple Of Weeks !! Original Post

compilation of baby muichiro / baby hashira doodles from the last couple of weeks !! original post

I dunno if you do prompt requests but I’d like to request this one with our boi wrio ^^

“It’s s-so big! Uh, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Hmm… will you let me be the judge of that, baby?”

(consent is hot as hell 😩😩, it’s a whole “shall i? or maybe i won’t? it’s your call, baby?” kind of thing. people take notes ehe /hj)

I do! I will warn you that I have never done it before so it might not be great but i'll try my best for you anon🥺❤️

~ warnings: smut, possibly ooc wriothesley

You're sitting on his lap, an arm around your waist while his other hand is busy holding the papers he's reading. You're busy reading a book as his mind wanders, distracted by how nice your ass feels on his lap. An idea pops up in his head.

The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder loosens and moves so his hand is resting on your thigh. He slowly rubs it up and down your thigh. He notices that it doesn't gain your attention. You continue to be too engrossed in your book, not giving him the attention he wants.

He takes it one step further, sliding his hand up the inside of your thighs, getting close to your panties. It grabs your attention away from your book. You subtly glance back at him, he pretends to read his paper, satisfied in his mind that he's finally gotten your attention.

But you see right through his tricks. You know he's not really reading his paper and he's teasing you on purpose. You try to beat him as his own game. You shift in his lap, pretending that you're just getting more comfortable. As you shift, you make sure to rub a bit against his cock. You feel him tense a bit, smiling to yourself.

He catches on. He moves his hand to rub you through your panties. You bite your lip to hold in your moan. You continue to try and read your book, acting like he's not affecting you.

But he can see right through you. Through the wetness in your panties where he's rubbing you. He presses his fingers a bit more firmly against you, but you hold back your reactions, which he isn't satisfied with. He wants to hear your moans. He wants to hear you beg for more, to give him all your attention instead of the book.

He slips his fingers under your panties, making direct contact, adding more pleasure to your sweet spot. Your legs twitch, closing around his hand. A small smile graces his features.

Soon, he inserts one finger into you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. He feels your tightness around his finger. He goes slow at first, then quickens his pace once he knows you can take it. He then adds another finger, continuing at a fast pace, helping to prepare you for his thick cock.

You moan, getting close to your first orgasm, until suddenly, he stops and removes his fingers. You whine, disappointed.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum on my cock multiple times."

You blush. He motions for you to get up so he can take off your panties and release his hard cock from its confines. You sit back on his lap as he holds your hips.

"Ready for my cock?" You nervously gulp, intimidated by the size of his beautiful, veiny cock.

"It's s-so big! Uh, I don't think it'll fit."

"Hmm... will you let me be the judge of that, baby?"

You nod your head. He slowly inserts his cock head into you. A tight squeeze causing him to hold his breath. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, trying not to tense up too much. He notices and stops. He leans close to your ear and wraps his arms around your waist.

"It's okay. Let's go slowly. Relax. Don't push yourself." He whispers as he places sweet kisses behind your ear, on your ear, and on your neck. You begin to relax and give him the go ahead by continuing to lower yourself on his cock.

He finally fully sheaths himself inside of you, you both slightly moan from the euphoria feeling. The warmth from your walls hugging his cock making it hard to hold back, but he does for your sake. He doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. After a few moments, you begin to move, surprising him for a sec by your forwardness.

He regains his composure and grabs your hips, helping to guide you up and down his cock. The slaps from your thighs hitting his fill the room. You moan as you bounce on his cock, his cock hitting all your sweet spots. His cock veins rubbing against your walls, adding to the pleasure.

"Fuck. You feel so good. You make me want to lose control and pound into you until you scream from the pleasure." He groans in your neck.

"D-don't hold back Wrio. I wa-want it. Fuck me please." You'll soon regret those words.

He growls as he wraps his arms around your waist, making both of you stand as he begins to pound into you. Your moans become louder. You unconsciously look for something to hold onto, accidentally clawing his arms with your nails. He gasps from the slight pain, only turning him on more.

You feel the familiar warmth in your belly. Begs leave your mouth, telling him to not stop, encouraging him to continue as you get closer. He indulges you in your wishes, quickening his pace to give you a mind-breaking orgasm.

When you finally orgasm, it crashes into you like a wave. Your head falls back as you scream from the overwhelming pleasure. You have no time to recover from your orgasm as he continues his unrelenting pace.

He pants against your ear like a dog in heat. "Gonna come again, yeah? Fuck, I'm close too. Let's come together." He shifts your position, bending you over his desk. He holds your hips, watching your ass jiggle as his pelvis slaps against it. The slaps being slightly painful but pleasurable. You tighten around him causing more curses to leave his mouth.

He repeatedly tells you to cum as you're both finally sent over the edge, cumming together. You feel his warm cum fill you up as you shake and twitch from another mind-breaking orgasm. He gives a few more thrusts to ensure his cum gets deep into you until he stills his movements completely.

You both pant heavily, trying to calm down from your passionate session. He finally comes to his senses, leaning over you to pepper kisses on your neck and cheek. After he finally sees that you've relaxed, he picks you up and takes you to the couch in his office. He lays down with you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat as he rubs your back and holds you tightly to him. He kisses your head aa you fall asleep.

~ a/n: I hope you enjoy anon~ c:

+ dad!neuvilette. reader is referred to as wife & mama. no warnings, this is just fluff. i had a sudden thought about neuvilette having a son and this is the result >< not proofread!

bubbles of merry little sounds has filtrated neuvilette’s ears. they prick up in response to the owner of the voice with a smile on his face.

“what is it, sweet boy?” he whispers, tone barely owning a decibel, close to the same pointed ears of the little boy in his arms. pressed against neuvilette’s thigh are pairs of feet that have scarcely covered its width, the boy’s arms hook over his right shoulder, hands clawing up. “oh,” breathes neuvilette as he follows his son’s eyes upwards, witnessing an aquabus slowly passing by overhead. “that is what we call aquabus. it’s fontaine’s main transportation system. do you want to ride on it?“ the boy claps his hands, squealing. “alright, shall we ask mama?”

he brings a hand to his son’s back, supporting the little body while securing him in his arms. neuvilette spots you on one of the fruit stalls a few meters away from where they are, examining an apple in your hand.

“monsieur neuvilette?”

pivoting on his heels, neuvilette catches sight of a middle-aged woman standing in anticipation with a basket in her hand. she has a kind smile pasted on her lips and sparkles in her eyes.

“yes, madame?” he politely asks. “how can i be of service?”

“oh, no, monsieur! i apologize for interrupting your alone time with your son, i tried to stop myself but i could not help it,” the woman explains while waving her hands. “what a beautiful little boy. he looks exactly like you, monsieur!”

the little boy pushes his cheek to his father’s own while hugging his neck. tendrils of hair brush against neuvilette’s skin, tickling the side of his face. it’s as though he’s wondering how to decipher the syllables uttered by the woman before him.

it has long been considered by many that his son stands as the glaring copy of neuvilette: from the sharp eyes touched with magenta and blues, to the pearlescent hair that has started to show strikes of aquamarine.

“how old is he, monsieur?” pitches another bystander.

“he is ten months old.”

“has he started walking, monsieur?”

“we are slowly working on that, aren’t we, sweet boy?” neuvilette turns to his son, who puffed his cheeks as if in determination.

“what’s the first word he said? is he talking already?”

“well, he can mumble a couple incoherent words. he is a determined student—” neuvilette has been cut short by his son’s another round of clapping.

the little boy leans his head to the side, facing the bystanders gathered around him and his father. “m… mama! p… p… papa!” he beams before hugging neuvilette again, as though proud of his showing off. “m… mama! papa!” repeats the boy with a jovial lilt.

all around them, laughters from the onlookers fill the air with vivacity. their faces morph in unfiltered euphoria; either clutching their chest for the adorable boy before them or clapping their hands together with him.

neuvilette watches with wonderment, his heart overflowing in bliss. albeit possessing a mastery of his countenance, a wide smile creeps up to shape the edges of his lips.

this little boy, the sweetest of all, is yours and his forever. flesh and blood, yours.

“i hate to sever this merriment, but i’m afraid we must join my wife now,” neuvilette excuses, his eyes and that of the bystanders wandering in your direction.

you raise your hand for a slight wave, still unused to the attention that comes with being the chief justice’s wife.

“what’s with all the ruckus?” your curiosity shows through raised brows.

neuvilette softly bounces the boy in his arms. “blame this little one for showing off his communication skills. he is marvelous at it. aren’t you, my boy?”

“m… mama! papa!” chirps the boy once more, giggling at his own achievement.

Wriothesley being rough with his s/o (thank you for your masterpieces miss yoru😋😘)

cw. rough n needy, fem! reader

a/n. wrio is cumming and so am i

you could feel how wriothesley was affirmatively humming and pondering against your warm skin, an aimless, tinkering tune playing over your neck and collarbones as rapid tremors travelled down your entire back, taking your breath away, goosebumps emerging on your frame right after.

effortlessly, he keeps your hips down with his bare hands, pinning you to the bed while rushing himself into your cunt, no hesitation, not doing it soft nor sluggish, for some specific reason it almost gave the impression away as if wriothesley was somewhat selfish and indulgent with your body tonight, taking you so fucking well that your shaking legs were about to turn numb and harvest a deep rooted burn of fatigue, yet he was the one splitting them apart, because— he required enough space in order to fit in between you.

you take him deeper and moan into his mouth when he bites your lip, gracefully milking his throbbing cock, your eyes glossed over with boundless crystalline pebbles as you scratch a long, deep line on wrio's defined back, your nails sauntering up and down his flexed muscles while he's pistoling his cock into you— not hard enough to break his skin but edging pretty fucking close to it. 

the blistering, fiery heat of his body against your own figure was way more than enough to make any little complaint die inside of you— it's easier to see that wriothesley underestimates his own strength at times but you do not push him away and welcome it, sighing into his messy kisses, noticing his grunting— his sounds edged within sharp, low rumbles that rattle into your flesh.

it's intimate and adds greatly to the stimulation on your cunt. wrio breaks the kiss, and you thirst the look on his handsome face, the husky exhales whenever you ran your fingers over the frazzled, large muscles on his back;

"you're making me lose my mind."

he grins without shame, covering his face in your neck, the thought of having the oh so distinguished lord of meropide blatantly admit this to you, no, simplified— filthily moan it into your ear without any shame while he hides the pink, pretty blush on his face was intoxicating, your hips jerking forward at the obscene sounds, twisting your insides around his girth as you feel hot and sticky all around him, liquids dripping down your thighs, drying up, making a mess, and most importantly, fueling the arising lust in the air.

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Service Top Wriothesley who will eat you our for hours if that's how you want him, who will grind into you slow and steady bc that's what you enjoy even if it drives him mad bc his every instinct tells him to take take take and make you his. Hands holding you gently, only squeezing tight when you ask him to. So patient, so good.

His self-control is well-known throughout the fortress, but you're the only one who knows its full extent. And when he's told to let loose and have his way, he still can't help but check in with you - small looks and pauses, waiting for your nod or nudge or 'hurry the hell up, or else-' and he'll actually huff an laugh at the latter before he finally holds you down and shows you just how badly he wants you.

i love you anon and your beautiful thoughts🥰 This is literally how i see him. like he's such a gentleman and loves you so much that he cares more about your pleasure and making sure you are comfortable and okay. He doesn't fuck, he makes love (even when you give him permission to just ravage you🤭)

You know what really makes him lose it. Although he is usually the one servicing you, he doesnt mind when you spoil him aka riding him, sucking his thick cock, leaving kisses all over his body, especially his scars, etc. ugh just anything that shows your love towards him, he wants🥺

when he's eating you out, just comb your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he's making you feel. he loves when you praise him cuz he wants to know he's doing a good job. even tug his hair a little and he'll moan into your cunt, adding to the pleasure. eating pussy is one of the things that gets his cock hard, so if he's been eating you out for hours, you know that his cock is just begging to be touched, to just finally release his warm, sticky cum. but he's conflicted because he doesn't want to stop enjoying his meal and pleasuring you. So when this happens, either you notice and make him stop so you give his cock attention or he grinds his cock against the bed as he continues to eat you out (eventually cumming his pants or cumming on the bed if he has his cock out😈)

damn just imagine your hands are intertwined while he watches his cock go in and out of you, looking up to watch your facial expressions. he kisses you as you both cum together, his seed filling you up as he helps you ride out your orgasm. once you calm down, he continues to slowly grind into you, whispering sweet words in your ear and leaving kisses on your neck (this goes on all night)

thank you for sharing your thoughts anon. don't be afraid to share more 👀 i hope you have a wonderful day/night🥰❤️

Strawberry Kisses

Neuvillette x fem!Reader Your husband wants to take you out on a date for your birthday. You, however, have different plans. wc: ~2.4k Contents: Fluff leaning towards tooth-rotting; You are his wife. A bit suggestive towards the end. A/N: for my dear friend @boundinparchment. Juni, this is the closest thing I could do to delivering the pretty Judge to your doorstep, please enjoy <3

You scrunch up your face as the bright sunlight hits you. How many times did you tell the maids not to wake you up by drawing back the curtains like this? You groan in annoyance, before a large shadow blocks out the light. You blink slowly until you are able to fully open your eyes.

To your surprise, you are met not with the sight of your maid, but your husband’s handsome face.

“Neuvi, what are you doing here?!” you gasp, “shouldn’t you be in Court already?”

Neuvillette chuckles. “Not today, chérie. In fact, I took the entire day off – just for you,” he announces.

You can only gawk at him in disbelief. Chief Justice Neuvillette, the backbone of Fontaine’s society, who always works tirelessly to maintain the nation’s order, taking time off work? That was absolutely unheard of.

“I couldn’t exactly leave you alone on your special day, now could I?” he notes, evidently amused by your shocked expression, “I’m going to spoil you today and you will only get the best of the best – even more so than usual. And I will personally see to it. That is just as much my duty as overseeing the trials is. I already made arrangements for the two of us for today and—”

“Neuv, stop talking for a second,” you giggle, “and come here.”

From your spot on the pillows, you reach your arms towards Neuvillette, gesturing for him to join you in bed again.

“I’m sure whatever plans you made can wait for a moment,” you sigh as he bends down to place a small kiss on your temple, “I rarely have the chance to even see you when I wake up since you’re always off for work so early– let alone be held in your arms and spend the morning in bed.”

Your lover gapes at you – is he blushing? After a second, he regains his composure as his face relaxes into a gentle smile.

“Of course, mon cœur. Give me a moment, I’ll need to get something for you first.”

Neuvillette returns shortly; to your surprise carrying a tray with breakfast in his hands. He smiles at you as he sets it down on the nightstand before shedding his dressing gown and slipping into bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, mon amour," he whispers against your skin as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.

You happily munch away at a croissant, raising it to his lips for him to take a bite now and then whenever he sets down his cup of coffee. It doesn’t take you long to notice the small box on the tray, matte silver topped off with an elegant blue bow.

“Open it,” Neuvillette encourages you, his voice soft.

Carefully, you untie the bow and open the lid to find a stunning tear-shaped pendant inside, an iridescent blue and pink opal set into polished silver on a dainty necklace. You don’t fail to notice how it looks exactly like the ornament he always wears on his cravat. You are so stunned by its beauty that you can only stare at it for a long moment, your lips parted in awe.

"Do you like it?" He asks, a fond smile gracing his lips.

"I love it, it's beautiful," you breathe, unable to tear your eyes from the iridescent jewel.

"Then I'm glad. Would you like to wear it today?" He asks softly.

You nod happily and lean forward to present your nape to him as Neuvillette plucks the necklace from the box with his slender digits.

Your skin tickles where his hands graze you as he moves your hair to the side. With nimble fingers he fastens the clasp and the pendant slides down to rest over your heart, the metal instantly warming to your body.

He places a tender kiss against your nape, his nose pressed to your hair for a moment before he sits back again to admire you.

“It suits you even better than I imagined,” he notes, before pulling you closer by your waist. You curl against his side like a cat, humming appreciatively as you let his warmth and his scent envelop you.

You feel so comfortable that you almost drift off to sleep again; the faint rustling of Neuvillette turning the pages of the morning paper and the lazy circles he draws against the skin of your back, together with his warmth, are enough to make you doze off.

He chuckles, pulling you back to the waking world before you stray too far.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to sleep through your Birthday, chérie? As much as I love lazing around with you, I suggest we get ready soon. I made plans for us, I’m sure you would prefer not to be late, hm?”

“What plans exactly, love?” you ask as you slowly sit up, suppressing a yawn.

Neuvillette folds away his newspaper and takes off his reading glasses. “First, a private tour of Galerie de l’Orangerie; They have recently remodeled their exhibition and it’s not open to the general public yet. After that, we have a table for lunch at Benoit, and for tonight, the new play at the opera–”

“Neuvi,” you giggle.

He looks up, confusion evident on his face.

“I appreciate the effort, I really do, but… we’re not doing that. As my birthday present…” you pause to give him a peck on the tip of his ear, then one on his nose. “I want to have fun with you, without the usual …everything... expected of us. Let’s just… go with the flow today, okay?”

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You get dressed as quickly as you can, shooing away your maid as she approaches with a pastel-colored mass of corsets, frills and petticoats for you to squeeze into, as is “appropriate for a lady of your standing”. Emerging from your boudoir in a loose, flowing summer dress, you smile at Neuvillette as you take his offered arm, the smooth fabric of his shirt cool as it crinkles beneath your hand.

Waving off the servants’ attempts to get you to wait until a carriage is prepared, you giggle, “No, we’re going for a walk!”, before you drag your spouse outside and grin as the sun finally hits your face.

“Where would you like to go, chérie?” Neuvillette asks as you revel in the feeling of the soft breeze caressing your skin amidst the summer heat.

You shrug as you descend the steps leading down to the cobblestone pavement, your grin still etched onto your face. After turning your head left and right a few times, you point down a random street.

“That way!” you announce, before you pull him along by his hand.

Eventually, your path leads you down to the merchant district. As you stroll through the meandering alleys, occasionally pausing to look at a shop’s window or inspect the goods at a market stall, Neuvillette always holds you close, either by your hand or your waist.

Of course the citizens recognize him wherever he goes, and you smile to yourself when you overhear a hushed “Look, isn’t that the Chief Justice with his wife? He looks dashing as always, even dressed casually like that!" or a “How sweet of Lord Neuvillette to accompany her for shopping!” from the passersby.

As you giddily drag him through the various shops and market stalls, Neuvillette’s patient smile never wavers. If anything, he seemed to gradually relax and almost looks at ease despite this being so far from what he is familiar with.

After looking at the goods of a few vendors for a while who mostly sold shiny, but useless little trinkets, you picked out a cute sun hat for yourself, the big silvery blue bow reminding you too much of Neuvillette’s own flowing locks to skip on the offer.

You smile at your reflection in a nearby shop’s window, admiring how the satin ribbons from your hat complimented your hair.

Spotting a fancy looking patisserie across the street, you drag your spouse along, your eyes sparkling at all the delicious pastries on display. A few short minutes later, the two of you emerge from the shop again, Neuvillette carrying the small bag containing your snacks for the afternoon. You decided on an assortment of colorful macarons as well as a Charlotte aux Fraises for you both, while your lover settled for simple pain au chocolat to go with his tea later.

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You return to your shared residence not much later in the early afternoon. Immediately making a beeline towards the back of the palais, you step out into the garden, smiling to yourself as you inhale the pleasant floral scent that permeates the air.

Neuvillette follows closely after you. You turn to find him standing next to you with his hands linked loosely behind his back, his head inclined toward you, watching you with an amused expression.

“I’d like to take our tea in the pavilion today, if that’s alright with you, Love.”

He hums lightly. “Of course it is. Wait here, I’ll tell the maids,” he replies with a soft smile before stepping inside.

You take that moment alone to wander through the garden, letting your fingers brush through the leaves in passing. On your way deeper down a slightly overgrown path you pause to watch a little robin for a while as it hops around the branches of a peach tree, chirping happily. Your gaze follows the small bird as it takes off, startled by the crack of a branch nearby. Once you lost sight of it, you turn, and spot one of the maids approaching you.

“Ah, there you are, Milady,” she sighs in relief, “your tea is ready, just as you wished. Lord Neuvillette already awaits you at the pavilion.”

You nod and thank her as you pass her, making your way towards the pavilion that is tucked away in a secluded corner of the premises.

As you step through the ornate wrought-iron arch that separates the little retreat from the rest of the garden, your breath hitches. Amidst the overgrown rose bushes and lush hydrangeas, Neuvillette stands on the grass to marvel at the flowers, his back turned to you. At first glance, he looks slightly out of place, being such a rare guest out here. His tall frame and dark boots and trousers create a stark contrast to the delicate pink and white blossoms all around him – but then the sunlight hits his hair just right, and he looks ethereal like this, his blue strands glowing in between the shimmering silver that cascades down his back.

For a moment, you can only stand there completely dazed, helplessly admiring his beauty. You really are too lucky to be blessed with the sight of him every day.

As if he could feel your gaze on him, Neuvillette turns around, a knowing smirk dancing on his lips.

“I almost thought you got lost,” he chuckles, before gesturing towards the pavilion where a small table is already set for the both of you, steaming tea and beautiful pastries waiting for you. He pulls out your chair for you, waiting until you’re settled before taking a seat across from you.

After you finished your cake, half of which you insisted on feeding your husband in little bites with your fork, you sigh happily and plop down into the soft grass. Rolling onto your back, you gaze up into the sky to watch the clouds travel past. A soft breeze soothes the scorching summer heat, and in between the low chirping of birds and the pleasant fragrance of the roses around you, you can’t imagine being anywhere else right now. Your gaze falls onto Neuvillette, who somewhat awkwardly stands next to you, obviously unsure of what to do with himself.

You giggle as you grab his hand to pull him down into the grass with you, drawing a startled yelp from the Chief Justice. “Stop being so stiff, we’re not in court!” you snicker as you gently tug on the ribbon holding his hair together. It comes loose almost immediately, his gorgeous flowing locks splaying out around him as he lays down with you.

You stare at him, admiring the faint blush that dusts his cheeks as you try to get your bearings. His beauty really is otherworldly, you muse, especially with his hair disheveled like this.

Neuvillette regains his composure after a moment, smiling gently at you as his shoulders relax. He pulls you close by your waist and you wiggle and shift until you lie comfortably on his broad chest.

He places a tender kiss to your forehead, then another one on the tip of your nose before he speaks up again.

“I hope your birthday turned out as you imagined it, chérie.”

The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through his chest, his breath tickling the side of your neck as he holds you close.

“Mhmm! All thanks to you,” you hum happily, before pulling back slightly, a mischievous smirk on your lips. “But I’d like to have my final present now!”

Neuvillette raises a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “And what would you like as your ‘final present’, ma chérie?”

You giggle. “You, mon cœur! You’re my present!”

A shit-eating grin on your face, you close the gap to finally claim his lips.

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On the back terrace of the Chief Justice’s residence, the estate’s maids are quite busy sweeping dust off the marble tiles, as they do every afternoon.

After a while, faint voices from somewhere deep in the garden reach their ears. At first, all they can make out is the sound of muffled laughter, but after a while the wind turns and the voices become clearer.

A deep grunt, followed by a softer, more feminine laugh.

"Oh– wait, mon amour– ah– here, are you sure??" the deeper voice all but stutters. Oh, is that– Lord Neuvillette?!

“Yes, I am. I want– no, I need you right here, and right now, Neuvi. Now quit squirming, Love, and let me… unwrap my present…”

A strangled moan from what must be Lord Neuvillette’s throat comes next, prompting the younger maid to be rooted in place, a deep crimson blush covering her entire face and ears, her eyes glued to the ground. The head maid giggles softly and whispers “Come, I am sure there is some cleaning to be done in the kitchen”, before steering the younger woman away by her shoulders.

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