Princesschimchim1325 - SimpWonderland

precis – genshin men talking in their native language in bed. 16+ gentlemen – neuvillette (french), tartaglia (russian), diluc (german), al haitham (arabic) remonstrance – obv smut, 16+ , fingering, degrading in arabic (😃👍), i've linked the translations just click on em.

NEUVILLETTE x french.

"je t'aime mon amour." his hands find yours on the wrinkled sheets, fingers interlocked clinched as he plunged his hips against yours, his girth dragging over your velvety folds. slow and sensual were the two words you could use to describe how he made you feel right now. who knew the ludex of fontaine was so amorous?

"ne te cache pas de moi, ma belle sirène." he mumbled in a low growl, brushing away stray strands of hair present on your forehead while undulating his ambit into your glory. the only support you had were his ample muscles, which you held on to with every thrust.

every frown, every blissful sigh and every moan of his name a precious token of memory he cherishes. soft pants fall from his lips as he compels your legs to your chest in order to bury his length deeper. dithers and butterflies rafted in your stomach indicating your climax. your nails drew crescents into his toned back, engraving signs of pleasure into his back.

"je t'ai-t'aime." he groaned, broiling breath fanned over your lips, foreheads pressed against yours as he rolls his hips over your one last time before planting his seed deep inside your womb, unleashing a swarm of butterflies to uncoil the ribbon in your stomach. (oui oui baguette)

flopping down onto your chest, exhausted from your previous activities, his pristine hair covers most of your figure, his eyes array love, just love. soft kisses rain down on your neck, adorning many of the purple bruises he had marked before. his callused hands bedecked your waist, barely applying force as if you were made of glass. his girth was still buried into your heat, as if he didn't want to withdraw from the sedative serotonin.

"i love you too.."

TARTAGLIA x russian.

his arms slithered around your waist, his bistre hair splattered all around your shoulder as he latches onto your waist for support, his fingers dig up your ass, sculpting demilune shapes into the soft plush. he buckled his foot to grant him more leverage. your body weight was all amended to the male beneath you.

his soft groans vibrated in the stifling atmosphere, bobbing up and down on his stupefying dick. "ty menya tak khorosho prinimayesh, hm?" he breathed into your shoulder, his indurate hands restlessly tracing over your curves, bathing in the luxury of having you so close to him. your breasts quavering in front of him, a slinky smirk absconded over his face at seeing your zest plight.

your moans gradually started getting obstreperous, interminably quivering on his bulk. his hands pinned your ass, to the point it almost drew out blood, your whimpers and whine were like music to his ears. gosh, you made him feel so lascivious. his grip grew tighter, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he murmured words of syrupy desire. his touch was like a fire, and you found yourself not wanting it to end.

"blyat' ty idealna." he groused, his voice raspy and bare. his cobalt eyes gulled lust and fire, you never ceased trotting on his cock with abandon, your head thrown back in sheer pleasure, your body shaking with every thrust. his hands were on your hips, guiding your movements, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. you let out soft happy grumbles of frustration, not knowing what he meant but you were assured it meant nothing other than love. archons- every hit to your nerves felt like celestia.

a bluffing beam pressed into his ephebic face as his cock obscured deeper into your warmth. your lamentations and sobs made him even more accelerated his appetite to taste you. what felt like clustered pieces of wires were coming out of you, your eyes gaped as you held onto his toned muscles, occasionally gasping and whining. he threw his head back revelry, his load whirled inside your womb as you let out a silent cry in the release of awaited feelings.

"moya krasivaya devochka" he chuckled as he adaged your rollercoaster of emotions, gentling brushing his hands through your hair, the sly smirk still remained pictured on his lips.

DILUC x german.

"ich liebe dich" he spituated, his arms grasped your shoulders ever so softly, beads of sweat dropped down from his sweltering face. a weary smile was forced upon his face, occasionally fading due to how well you sucked him in. your hands run over your body from over your belly to your waist to your mounds grabbing them as he slows down the pace of his girth.

you moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. the carmine haired male groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. heat resides every corner of his body. he closes his eyes as he proceeds with his adoring actions.

"don't stop luc', don't stop" you whine, harshly tugging his hair while syncing with his body movements. a soft, hushed hum resonated from him. kisses ran down from your neck to your back. his incandescent hair ran down your chest, concealing it. fuck— you were so perfect. archons, everything about you was perfect.

the bed creaked along with his every action, his actions only bought pleasure- no pain whatsoever, your breaths and moans got faster and more louder. his girth hitting your g-spot more faster, the slapping of his balls against your warmth got faster and more searing before he finally releases his seed inside of you, as well as you cumming on his girth.

"i-ich liebe- dich" he scours, his arms still vested on top of your waist, all while his length is snuggled inside of your warmth. he sagged onto your chest, your heartbeat undulating against his own.

AL HAITHAM x arabic.

nirvana. the only word that you can use to describe how the akademiya's scribe made you feel right now. his fingers edged into your tepidity, ever so often toting more vastly. his digits were coated with your dowse, driblets of sweat coalesced on your forehead, though, the viridescent eyed male had no emotion, only pure amusement and lust in his orbs.

"waqihat qadhirat." he spat, his eyes darkening as he watched your contorting face, drool splattered all over your face, he stroked your clit with his thumb, impending his face closer to your warmth before proffering a prolonged lick to your folds, his soaked, acute tongue almost immediately earned a squalid moan from you, your eyes solidly sealed.

"haitham' more, please m-" a finger forcefully shoved down your mouth kept you silent."madha? turid almazida?" he nudged, a jiving grin swept across his face before diving into your toothsome. gosh, his tongue did wonders. his eyes averted to yours, breathing in your gaped expression, relishing in your fucked out face. his other callused hand held your waist steady, gripping it harshly to the point that his finger imprints were reflected onto your smooth flesh. pink and black scribbles clouded your eyes, fuck— you wanted more, way more, and he knew that damn well.

"ma bik habibi, turid almazida?" he inquired teasingly after taking a deepend lick of your delicacy, your grumbles and lewd mewls were like harmonic tunes. his sunken eyes glaring at your pitiful condition, a breathful chuckle escaped from his chapped lips. his tongue once more delved into your hole, in result of you gripping his pristine hair harshly, moaning and gasping at the assidissous revelry.

your heart fluttered in joyful anticipation, as you felt the knots untangle, your face betrayed a beaming smile occasionally faltering as he kept scouring your pussy inside out. the knurls and lumps soon came undone, squirting out your juices and sap onto his tongue, greedily licking it up. his lissom fingers still remained deep inside your delicacy.

Thinking about Neuvillette finally starting a relationship with you and the melusines immediately noticing it,,

The Chief of Justice, although still seemingly appearing as the cold judge from the courtroom - softens his gaze at the sight of flowers, stopping by a merchant who offers them freshly picked.

The melusines quickly catch on; after all, the judge always tended to leave straight to his home after a long day of work. His amethyst-colored eyes scan the plants carefully, ordering a beautiful bouquet. People who pass Neuvillette by think nothing of it - if anything, better not to disturb him - but the tiny creatures observing him from afar can't stop wagging their tails excitedly, noticing a warm smile appearing on his lips.

The melusines notice how quickly the rain stops after trials. Back when the rain poured down until the sun rose the next day, now it takes a few hours less.

The little creatures hide behind corners and observe both of you; they gasp and cover their mouths when they see Neuvillette kissing your hand goodbye, quickly shushing others.

Every single one of them notices that the chief’s aura glows with happiness; slowly, some people do as well - they greet him with smile, and Neuvillette reciprocates it.

The melusines giggle to themselves when they see you and Neuvillette together, sometimes loud enough for you to turn around and laugh yourself; their cheeks turn rosy, and before they run away - they mutter an apology and storm off to share the news to others.

But when you finally make it official, they SWARM you. They offer to help you with shopping bags, to accompany you to make sure you’re safe, some even offer to do your hair. Small hands wave eagerly when they notice you. They stop by just to cling to your leg and hug it tightly, and you can’t help but ruffle their hair. They offer you their most prized possessions - after all, you’re the same to Neuvillette… or that’s how they understand it.

The melusines craft a special ribbon for you, so you and Neuvillette could match.

It seems like they love you just as much and Neuvillette couldn’t be happier.

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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+ 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.

Service Top truther anon here, i have more thoughts to share ahhh!

I can see wrio being very much into quiet comfort when he's with a partner. like he doesn't have to talk much if the silence is spent together- imagine him reading his newspaper, your fingers combing through his hair absent-mindedly, him leaning into the touch ever so slightly while you read a book or sketch on a note pad. When you stop he'll turn his head to look at you until you continue, eyelids getting heavier until he fully drifts off.

when you're in bed together he likes to circle his thumb over your hip while he has his chest to your back and his face in the crook of your neck. just enjoying the shared warmth and contact.

ugh and if things get more spicy it's never in a hurry. he'll test the waters by trailing touches over your thighs and chest, and when you give him the sign to continue it's going to be slow and deep unless you want it otherwise. He'll nip at your neck and shoulders, never biting to hurt but to feel you in any way he can, while keeping his palm flat against your lower stomach where he's moving inside you, eventually trailing further down to cirlce your clit in the same unhurried way. When you buck into his hand and back onto his cock, he won't break pace. He loves when you openly chase your pleasure. Whine for him to give you more and he'll lie you on your front while he grinds into you from behind, controlled drags of his hips that send you over the moon.

"Touch yourself for me, will you?" He'll encourage you.

It's your release that makes him follow suit, the tightening of you around him so good he can't help but press deeper and give you every drop of himself he can offer. He'll move the both of you to lie on your sides in the comedown, never pulling out to keep his cum inside you for as long as possible. His hand wanders back to your lower stomach, the softness under his palm such a pleasing contrast to his calloused fingers. While he slowly falls asleep he wishes he could have you like this at any moment.

omgggg anon🥹🥰🤭 yeah i dont think he's really one for words so he shows his affection through actions the most. for example, acts of service such as getting you your favorite snacks, noticing when youre upset and letting you vent, buying you something he knows you would like, etc. or through physical touch such as holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, putting his arm around you, nuzzling and hugging you.

i literally just wanna lay his head on my lap and comb my fingers through his fluffy hair until he falls asleep. most of the time when he's with you, he spends it nuzzling his face into your neck and just inhaling your lovely scent and sometimes leaving light kisses, usually tickling you and making you giggle which makes him happy and smile in your neck. only you are able to help him relax and show his soft side like this.

omg yes ! COCKWARMING. wrio lovesss cockwarming. You do it often after making love (due to his breeding kink), while he's at his desk doing paperwork (it helps him get through the endless papers), and while you sleep because he wants to be close to you and enjoy your warmth. it doesnt even have to be in a sexual way in order to get release, he enjoys the intimacy.

wrio + slow, gentle sex ahhh ! it makes you wanna cry sometimes due to how soft and gentle he is to you during your sessions. You might've done it a few times before which makes him worried because he thinks he hurt you. but once you tell him the reason why you're crying happy tears, he relaxes and kisses your tears away as he continues his slow pace, grinding against you while you hold each other close (this makes me wanna cry🥹). but omg the feeling of his rough, calloused hand rubbing your clit feels so much better than your own hand so you usually prefer that and beg ask him to do it. just his hands touching you any place feels amazing. gentle, soft touches from such rough hands mhm🤤

this really cheered me up anon because i've had a stressful week so thank you for sharing more. i hope you have a wonderful weekend🥰❤️