More than once, you find yourself walking outside the lighthouse’s threshold with slightly messed up tresses, disheveled clothing, and skin littered with marks, in a daze. There’s no doubt that once Jahoda, or even Linnea, see you in such a state, they’d double take and say the same thing: ‘Wow, you’re glowing.’ ( Jahoda may even be shocked, while Linnea may put on her glasses and gasp in fascination. )
That is, if that is truly going to happen, because your fae of a husband has no plans of letting you go just yet. You sense his presence from behind, and you blink when you hear a deep, amused chuckle.
Oh, no—
A gloved hand appears, and you release a yelp when you are tugged back inside.
Character(s): (in this order –>) Flins, Lohen, Durin, Layla Albedo, Kazuha, Wanderer, Scaramouche, Kabukimono, Chiori, Heizou, Illuga, Freminet, Shenhe, Mavuika.
Warning(s): Segguestive, Praise, Orgasm Denial, Lohen's existence in itself is a warning, Dacryphilia, That's all I hope.
"She puts lingerie on you and uses the fabric shears to pin you to the bed so you can't escape her." <– I am here to say that I shamelessly stole that line word by word from my dear mootie @yurunivo
Flins:
Yes.
Would love to see you try.
I just know he has that "gentlemanly" shit smile on his face the ENTIRE time.
He is ultimately unaffected (Because let's be fair. He is a FREAKING lantern fire thing dawg what do you expect)
Thinks it's so so cute that you are trying<3
Would take such great care of you after, though. Isn't he just so thoughtful<3 (Lil shit)
Despite all the playfull teasing he, is very gentle when it's his turn to take care of you<3
Turns out he can take things seriously when needed— your pleasure is always priority to him.
Can and will "offhandedly" comment on your pathetic performance after everything is said and done (Fucker)
He gets on your nerves so freaking much ughh.
Enjoys your reactions a bit too much. Freaking ragebaiter.
He's such an annoying tease I wanna put his neck on a leash and bend him over—
Lohen:
HECK YEAH
Let's be fr rn. This masochistic psychicopath twink is into being put in his place.
He desperately wants to be stepped on.
Metaphorically and physically.
Be rough. Be mean. Be merciless. Give him colorful bruises. He adores it when you are unforgiving.
Would look at you with literally hearts in those dead dead eyes of his if you cause painful injuries<33
They don't have to be necessarily dangerous. Just something that gets his blood hot and running<3 (But then again, as long as he got a good fight out of it, he won't mind bleeding to his death by your hands<3 or taking his last breath in your arms knowing that you were the one to steal it from him—).
Sorry this is so unromantic and way too freaky BUT THIS MAN CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT IT.
You cannot convince me that he doesn't get off to getting beaten to a pulp by his partner.
This twink is getting destroyed, alright.
Literally.
Durin:
YES
Just look me in the eye and tell me he is not a switch.
You can't. Because he is one.
He gets SO subby whenever he bottoms for whatever reason though... always becoming such a drooling sobbing mess... eager to please like the obedient little thing he is.
It's just that you make him feel so so good he just can't help himself but be messy with it :(
He is usually more of the growly type, but take advantage of his sensitive parts and you'll get him to make the sweetest whines for you<33
Just make sure that he feels loved and cared for, and you'll be rewarded with unshakable his eternal devotion<3
Sorry he is just so cutehzgvjhdshjdg my sweet baby I want all the good things for him<3
Layla:
PLSPLSPLS
Do you really think she even has the energy to top?
No. The right answer is no.
I think she's generally very quiet, but she makes up for it by how easily flustered she is<3
Can barely handle much in her natural habitat (bottoming), so please don't try to make her top :(
She is so overwhelmed and too flustered by everything that is happening.
Will still do her best despite everything, because she is just that sweet<3
Until she realizes that she may have bitten more than she can chew.
Starts begging you to please please please switch over she really can't do this.
She is just so mhmdhlklf<3 I think she deserves a reward for being so good to you<33
I love her sm omg is this too obvious.
Albedo:
Yes.
Agrees way too fast when you ask, actually.
Not necessarily because he is a bottom but I think he loves expirementing— Also kinda saw it coming. It just so happens that you asked earlier than he anticipated you would.
I like to believe that the star mark on his neck is sensitive, so show it some love, would you<3
Not gonna lie, I think he'll be so into it.
Like he'll realize how much more reactive he is when you are topping and start asking you to top more often (For science!)
Prolly asks you to write your observations down for him to check on later (💀)
Come on he obviously can't do it himself with the state you leave him in (HECK YEAH DESTROY THAT TWINK—)
Anyways it is time to bring out the smut writer in you.
Sorry if this is ooc he's such a pretty princess in my head I want to bbg him so bad (😖)
— but I also wanna ruin him and that smart mouth of his untill he can't spew any scientific nonsense at me anymore<3
Kazuha:
No.
Just hear me out on this one.
The service dom in him cannot, in any way, let the love of his life do all the work when he is right there.
Unlike a lot of people in this list, however, he is just human, so you can always fight him for that position...
Gets caught so off guard when you manage to flip him down and start toying with him.
(Thinks it's kinda hot—)
Find that sensitive spot and suddenly, his words are not as flowery nor as eloquent anymore<3
Just make sure it stays that way for as long as possible, would you<3
Especially since he will always be on guard from now on, you'll have to be more clever with your tactics if you want him writhing under you<3
Wanderer:
Yes (HEAR ME OUT I HAVE CONVINCING ARGUMENTS TRUST)
Here's the thing. Sex for Wanderer is unnecessary; he doesn't need it and doesn't crave it. However, he will help his partner out if they want it.
I think it is a very intimate affair to him. As far as he understands it; it is a process of stripping himself bare of everything he ever used to hide in and serving what remains of his wretched soul to you on a silver platter for you to judge and see.
And he can't just do that with anyone now, can he?
It's kind of an all-in deal to him. If you are going to do this, then he won't do it unless he feels safe enough around you to trust you with EVERYTHING.
Would genuinely cry if you treat his body with care, ignoring all his encouragement to go all out and his "I can handle it" talk in favor of treating him like the precious thing he thinks he's not.
He is shaking the entire time, feeling so vulnerable and so so loved.
I love him so much sorry if the special boy treatment is showing.
Scaramouche:
Absolutely NOT.
He can take care of you just fine— in fact, I think he is so much more gentler with his beloved than one would assume him to be.
He's just... not ready to be as vulnerable yet. He wants to, he really does, but the thought of actually doing that makes his synthetic skin crawl.
He's also seen firsthand how fragile humans can be, and he's way too paranoid to let you do any physically exerting tasks on his watch. Especially if you were a non-combatant.
I think your only chance at catching him at his most vulnerable would be after an agonizingly long expedition in the Abyss. Where time flows much faster and days turn into weeks and weeks into months.
He's ways extremely clingy (more than he already is, anyways) after such ventures and weirdly pliant to all sorts of requests that he would've otherwise instantly dismissed.
Fights it at first. Then, let's it happen. You just need to use the right words (and actions)
And suddenly he just looks so soft and so gentle and so so unlike himself ughh.
You could almost see the Kabukimono in him, if not for the fact that he keeps hiding his face
Probably cries. Definitely cries. Soft Scara the things I'll do for you—
God he makes me sick (/affec)
Do not even DARE mentioning it to him later, though. Whatever happens in those moments STAYS in those moments.
Please for his sake just... Don't.
(He's growing on me and I HATE IT)
Kabukimono:
YES
VERY eager to please. Can take whatever position you want him to!
Just... make sure to show how him how first.
Extremely vocal; moaning, begging, gasping. Will cling to you desperately while doing it all.
Doesn't know how much it affects you, but archon knows it does and it affects you bad.
No wonder he always ends up being such a pretty mess after<3
Definitely insists on returning the favor at some point. He is such a sweetheart<3
A fast learner, would use all the techniques you used on him before and carefully watch how much you are affected by them.
Takes your noises as approval. Whenever he is being loud it means he likes it. Surely it is the same for you, right<3
Despite that, he is still a bit unsure sometimes
He is being such a sweet thing to you. Please assure him that he is doing good :(
Just the fact that he can see you getting physically affected by him is enough, really! But a bit of praise can go a long way with him<3
Just think of it as motivation! The same way his vocal nature encourages you to ruin him<3
Chiori:
No.
That's her position the fuck (🤨) She ain't bottoming to nobody.
Also she knows damn well you ain't lasting (💀)
I think she is very gentle, but ask for a chance to be the top and she'll give you the bIGGEST side eye.
If you try to undermine her during the act she can and WILL immediately destroy any attempt at that.
She is so sassy, brat taming is in her nature.
Puts lingerie on you and uses the fabric shears to pin you to the bed so you can't escape her.
Is very patient when it comes to her partner, and has no qualms about teasing you all day<3
Won't let you get that relief until you are begging and sobbing pretty for her<33
Can always be a tad bit kinder to you, though. Just be good and listen to her well next time. You can do that, right<3
Heizou:
Yes. But omg he will he give you hELL.
Lays on his back, his arms behind his head as a pillow and the most arrogant looking uwu face you can imagine.
Smug fuck (I will peg that twink)
Wind is strong. ANYWAYS.
Loud on purpose at first. Then ACTUALLY loud when you start learning more about his dos and don'ts.
If you are the type to give commands then be assured that he will not be following any<3
Even when completely ruined he still finds the energy to be such a brat.
Nothing that cannot be fixed by being a bit rougher though<3
Put him on a leash. Maybe add a pretty rope too. And see how fast his confident facade drops when he is so desperate for that sweet release :(
He is such a whore (/affec) I love him
Illuga:
No.
Another twink who refuses to let his partner do any of the heavy lifting.
This one, however, is much more easier to fluster than the other.
A hot breath behind his reddening ear, a teasing finger under his sleeveless turtleneck, and the once dependable captain is no longer capable of the most basic functions anymore<3
Bonus points if you put a possesive hand on that small waist of his as you guide him somewhere more... private.
It's for a super secret important thing, you swear! (He knows damn well that you are lying)
It's almost pathetic, really. The way he is so determined to pretend have any sort of control yet gives in the moment you take the lead.
Feels so guilty that he is "making" you pleasure him. But he also can't get himself to tell you to stop because you are just so good at what you do he loses all words<3
Becomes so clingy and emotional during times like these. Please give him the praise he deserves :(
Freminet:
I think we all already know the answer to this one (💀)
He is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom.
This is like one of three things the genshin fandom universally agrees on.
That twink is already getting destroyed.
I genuinely think he'll cry if you try to make him top you.
Combust on the spot, even.
He'll still try, of course, but the poor thing's hands would be shaking so hard he can barely unbutton your shirt or unbuckle your bottoms.
Stutters out multiple sorrys for each time his fingers slip as he fumbles with your clothes.
He's just so hard but he's also too freaking flustered to do anything about it (my shayla :( )
Will look at you with the saddest, most guilty and teary-eyed expression when he realizes that he has been unconciously humping your thigh the entire time
(He's so pathetic I love him)
Please stop bullying him, he really can't take it anymore :(
Shenhe:
Yes.
Let's be for real; you already top her most of the time.
Something something the red rope is there to keep her in check something something sexual intimacy is a very emotional affair that may or may not trigger her.
Although she is faring better now, Shenhe still fears having any sort of power over you, so she would rather just let you have any advantage she can give.
Not that it would matter much if she actually went on a rampage. But it's the thought that counts<3
I think she's a breather. No loud moans, no grunts or growling. Just soft, quiet breaths.
Would not mind if you are loud, though. The entire point from this is that everyone is at their most vulnerable, right?
If you ever made her top you then she'll be so sweet and attentive<3
Quietly asking for consent before touching anything and constantly checking if you are comfortable.
She is just trying her best, and god is she good.
Mavuika:
Yes.
Thinks you can't handle her (Smug Fuck x2)
You can't, but still—
Is very chill in general, but oh archons can she be such a tease when she wants to be.
Would go out of her way to hold her own reactions in. She just wants you to go all out on her<3
.. and maybe tire yourself out to the point you cannot continue anymore.
Can and will taunt you. Again, she is just encouraging you to reach your limits<3
Won't do it for much though because she knows when you are too exhausted and it's her duty now to take good care of you too<3
Can be very gentle when she wants to be.
You were doing your best just now. It's her turn to return the favor now<3
As always, this is written just for fun. Feel free to pile up your own thoughts on it :>
"Shall this be our final dance?" And it's Lohen —blood on his teeth, madness in his eyes— inviting you for one last "spar."
"You've always had such a sad look in your eyes." And it's your last words to an Illuga who is not yet aware of that.
"You are just as beautiful as the day I lost you." And it's Kyryll watching your figure rise up from your carefully maintained grave hundreds of years after your self-imposed eternal sleep.
"You have a paper heart, and I'm afraid if I keep it for long, I might just crumble the edges." And it's Durin feeling his heart getting torn to literal pieces as he watches you walk away just as fast as you walked into his life.
"Would you forgive me, just for this one thing?" And it's Rhinedottir forcing immortality on your unwilling self who witnessed just how much carnage her greed can cause.
"Hold me tight and don't you dare let go." And it's Wanderer hugging your corpse, freshly dugged out from your grave just after he regained his memories from irminsul.
Since I am way too eepy nowadays, I've been thinking of Illuga and Kyryll with a tired fae lover...
I just think it would be so cute to have one of them carry you around in your lantern form while they are on duty. Whether they are helping you slack off on your responsibilities if you were a lightkeeper like them or just sneeking you off with them into the battlefield for a well-deserved bonding time that their too tight schedule would otherwise not allow.
Even if said bonding time mostly consisted of Kyryll humoring your sleepy self by narrating mildly questionable bedtime stories, that may or may not turn into something more suitable to be said between lovers as you nod off in his arms. Or Illuga muttering adoring words to you as he gently caresses the glass of your brightly burning lantern when he thinks that you are too deep in your sleep to hear his not so quiet yearning.
Illuga gets especially flustered when you recount his own words back to him during downtime, which is twice as worse when Kyryll is there to join in on the fun, mercilessly helping you tease him in a joint effort to reduce the captin into a flustered needy mess with words alone.
Sometimes, it's too much for the poor thing that you have to help crack the dilemma that he fnds himself in...
There are instances when the young captain can be seen carrying not just one, but two very unique looking lanterns around. Some people swear they can hear the flames within whisper in a language too alien to be from anywhere near Nod-Krai, but those are few and far in-between: as most get ridiculed for mistaking the crackling of fire for a newborn's gibberish speech.
But rumors do have some truth to them, don't they? Because however you may see it, Illuga does treat that particular lantern of his with too much care. And the way he seems to hug it a little too tightly into himself before leaving it in sir Flins' capable hands, who in turn has a habit of whispering words too quiet to be heard by anyone else into the excitedly twitching fire, does spark questions for the curious.
That being said, a lot of lightkeepers are eccentric individuals. Living most of your life fighting the monstrous beings created by the wild hunt does make one lose a few screws in their head. Getting attached to a pretty looking lantern is hardly something to worry about when compared to other individuals who lost their minds fighting the shadows of the abyss without the light of guidance to show them a way out of the sleepity slope of madness.
After all, obsessing with that very light can't be as bad as the darkness trying to swallow it, no?
´ཀ` Flins x gn!afab!reader
smut!!!!!! mdni!!!!!
sub(ish) flins, dom(ish) reader, dryhumping, flins has a sensitive spot, light begging, no plot straight into the good stuff, possibly ooc, tons of references to his fae nature, only one mention of readers anatomy, not my best work (｡>﹏<)
wc. 1.5k ── .✦
Kyryll lets out the quietest sound at your actions, his head tipping back just slightly, your ministrations taking hold of his sensations. His golden eyes lidded, gazing at you full of affection and desire, though there's a hint of something carnal behind them; it was noticeable but insignificant in this moment. Flins usually prefers to take the lead, as he prefers to give, but there's no harm in allowing you to do so tonight...
You were straddled on his lap, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as you lazily rutted your hips into him. Your movements are languid and slow, yet with each grind, you crave more and more despite your sluggish movements. You can feel him beneath you, and you can tell he's getting restless. He twitches occasionally, and he croaks out a moan while his hands on your hips tighten the slightest bit.
"Dearest," Strained, yet with an underlying coordination, as if hes allowing himself to lose control, he tips his head to glance at you. "You are tearing me apart." He almost whines, spreading his thighs more to allow for more friction. Involuntarily, his hips gently press up into yours for more of that addictive pleasure. You shiver at his movements, pressing down harder. Though the thick fabric of his pants proves to be quite annoying. You pause, moving to fumble with the buckles and buttons of his pants. With his help, you push his pants to above his knees as he settles back down. Getting back on top, you resume your previous activities. He shudders deeply, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you further.
"Ah," He shuts his eyes, the pleasure was creeping up into his head and settling as a dense fog. It felt as if he couldn't think straight. His nerves were set ablaze, and his sensitivity seemed to be dangerously high. "Dear, you are mesmerizing... i-its—" A throaty moan cuts his sentence short as he feels your fingers grace the soft spot between his shoulder blades through his thin lilac dress shirt— the sensitive base connected to his wings.(Though his wings are not visible, this spot on his back still experiences the sensitivity as his wings would.) It makes his hips jerk forward, the pleasure flashing through his nerves and, in turn, making his movements involuntary. He whines almost desperately, his back straightening as he chases the feeling he craves so deeply.
His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close as he tucks his face into your neck. He pants softly, shutting his eyes as your hands draw dangerously close to the sensitive spot again. "You're teasing..." He murmurs, kissing your neck. His lips ghost over the sensitive skin; occasionally, his teeth drag, sending shivers up your back. He utters sweet praises to you, all while letting out soft sighs and moans into your ears. It sets you off more, making you turn a bit desperate for him.
He takes quick notice of your nature, starting to gently rut his hips into yours once again. He groans, and it seems like his reserved and gentlemanly nature may be wearing thin. As you drag your fingers down his sensitive spot, he tenses with a deep groan that dissolves into something akin to a whimper. The arms around your waist tighten, and he bites into the curve between your neck and shoulder, overcome with a flash of deep and intense pleasure. Though he didn't sink his teeth in hard, it still sent a tingly sensation down your back and up your neck. "Sorry, sorry..." He mutters, his voice is thick with desire and strained. You're sure if you could see his face, it would be flushed with a fair shade of pink— maybe that's why he was tucked under your chin.
He loosens his hold around your waist, placing a few kisses on your neck before he glances up at you. "Dearest—" He shudders as you continue grinding into him, making him shiver with your perseverance. "Once more, please." He whispers, looking up at you with desperation in his eyes. "Touch me again— please dear," He begs without a lick of shame, as if asking for your touch is the most sacred and honorable thing a man could do. His hand reaches up to your face, stroking your cheek with a slight tremble in his hands. "Please..."
His begging makes you freeze to allow your eyes to capture the sight before you. The intimidating and powerful Flins: a Ratniki and warrior of the Wild Hunt, is reduced to whining and begging you to touch him so prettily. His golden eyes look up at you with ache, and you can't bear to deny him any longer, not when he asks you so sweetly and politely.
Your fingers scratch down his spine slowly, watching him choke up as the pleasure seizes his nerves. He tenses as his eyes shut in bliss; he was forever thankful for your kindness towards him in this moment, offering him the insatiable pleasure that only you can provide. He sharply inhales through his teeth, hands around your back, gripping you as if you might slip away in the throes of his pleasure. Hot flashes wreck him, his skin set ablaze with tingly sparks; it's so good he wants to run from it and embrace it simultaneously.
When you grind into him with palpable pressure, a full-body shiver slams through him as he can no longer suppress the desperate sounds that leave him. He can feel your wetness through the thin undergarments left on you both, and most of all, the addictive and heavenly warmth you provide to his fae body. He's awfully susceptible to your warmth and human qualities— it's foreign to him, yet there's something about it so endearing. Your natural body heat is a weak flame compared to his: the Azure Flame. It's interesting how his body is so cold, despite his true form as a lantern fae.
Multiple sources of stimuli make his head cloud, unable to form any coherent thought as all he can do is accept the pleasure you give him. He rarely allows himself to receive, mostly because he prefers to give, but now that he's experiencing so much ecstasy, he's sure he will become more open to being on the receiving end. In fact, it feels so good he's starting to lose himself.
Flin's mouth is agape as gasps and moans escape him; he can't seem to suppress himself as the overwhelming need for release creeps up in the pit of his stomach. His eyes are tightly shut, and his hips jerk into you; he would have to apologize to you later for being so ungentlemanly...
But it doesn't bother you; in fact, it's stoking the flame within you even more. Watching his polite and reserved demeanor crumble because of your ministrations fills you with a certain warmth and solidarity, and you are set that you absolutely must see him fall apart at your hands. You massage his spine between his shoulder blades, hitting the sweet spot from his wings just perfectly. He pants heavily, growing restless, and you know he's soon to snap. You make sure to press yourself into him at the perfect angle, allowing him to feel just barely between your folds— almost teasing him with the possibility of what he could have.
"Dear—" You're surprised he managed to speak to you, albeit strained and hoarse. He's so caught up in pleasure that he jerks and twitches with every movement. You try to soothe him by running a hand down his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings and praises into his pointed ears. He pants, moaning and gasping on almost every single exhale as his spine straightens and his stomach flexes. "I'm gonna— fuck—"
Before you even have time to process hearing him curse, he squeezes you to him tightly, a deep shudder wracking through him as he finally comes apart, groans dissolving into whines as he comes hard. You can feel the warmth from the bodily fluid beneath you, making a slippery mess of you two as he desperately and honestly fails at rutting his hips into you. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he steadily relaxes from the hot waves of pleasure that just passed him. His movements come to a halt as he calms himself through the aftershocks, his grip no longer bruising as he leans against you.
You're honestly shocked at what just happened; not only has Flins never been that vocal, but never has he came so hard. You gently stroke his hair as he lifts his head. Meeting his lidded and dark golden eyes, you noticed his cute, flushed face, tinged pink, along with the tips of his pointed ears. No words are shared for a moment as he recovers; the intensity of the moment needs a break, yet you find yourself craving him more now than you did previously. However, when Flins finally speaks up, his voice is low and hoarse, yet undeniably attractive.
🔖 ❥··· Suggestive · gn!reader, but you do wear Bandelettes · This is for my fellow peeps whose thighs loves each other too much; they refuse to stop making out when walking /silly · TLDR, Flins is secretly a perv for garter belts 🤭
Flins is a very… let's just say, old-fashioned man, when it comes to courting. He treats you like you’re an esteemed noble— his chivalrous gentleman mixing with his underlying mischievous nature. Your beloved opens your doors for you, pulls out your chair, and wordlessly manoeuvres you so that he’s the one who walks by the busier and more dangerous side of the roads.
These actions also naturally translate to your bedroom endeavours—rarely do you leave a session dissatisfied, except when it’s rudely interrupted without any avenues to continue the deed. And even then, he makes it up to you when the time allows you both to entangle yourselves with each other. He always knows what to do, what to say, and how to make you all wet and yearning for him.
But you never expected that he would get flustered over your Bandelettes.
“My ignorance embarrasses me, but curiosity compels me to ask—what are these, my love? What purpose do they serve aside from stoking my flames with desire?”
“It’s… so my thighs don’t rub together when I walk…”
“I see. A truly practical use,” he murmurs, fingers tracing the cloth, eyes seemingly mesmerised by it before his head dips to rest against the plush of your thighs and the lacy wrap of the band. “I must say, they remind me of garter belts.”
“… Kyryll…? Do you perhaps… like garter belts?”
“…,” the tips of his fairy ears twitch. “… Let’s just say they are my undoing.”
By the time the night ends, leaving you panting and boneless under him, you’re quite convinced you need to buy more of these thigh bands. Or perhaps actual garter belts.
