Congrats on 2k! I first came here from the original alphabet prompts, so it is fun to see them return. How about DLW for Virion? Thanks :)
Wow it's wild to me that there are people who have cared at all about my horny rambling on here that long lmao ty!!
Alphabet prompts - Virion (FE Awakening)
D (dirty secret), L (location), W (wild card)
NSFW 18+
Dirty secret: Virion secretly adores being made to "win you over," and dearly loves the thrill of romantic conquest. It's so classically romantic- he wants to woo you, and how much more fulfilling the payoff when his love is not so easily wooed. Even once he has you in his bed, if you try to hold out on him, fighting to hold back your moans or keep yourself from cumming, it makes him all the more determined to win your pleasure. It's so much more satisfying to earn your desperate, panting gasps of ecstasy when you're trying to maintain composure.
Location: While he always prefers the privacy of a proper extravagant bedroom for long, luxurious love-making sessions, Virion is not so close-minded that he can't appreciate a quick, salacious encounter somewhere more risky. In particular, he likes to secret you away in the middle of some event or celebration or ball, his body and his breath hot against you just around a corner or behind a single door from where wealthy dignitaries of all sorts are daintily sipping their drinks and engaging in polite small talk. The thrill of needing one another so dearly that neither of you can wait to be alone is one that gets deep under his skin for certain.
Wild card: One may not expect it, given what good care Virion takes with his appearance, but he actually quite enjoys seeing your marks all over his body. Ruddy bruises along his neck and chest, nail lines across his back or down his arms- he loves to see all of the ways you've expressed the pleasure he's given you once you both are satisfied. It's really a matter of pride for him; these marks are the sign of a job well done, after all, and he couldn't be happier to know that he makes you feel so exquisite that you couldn't help dragging your nails across his body.
summary: virion tries to impress you - and fails miserably!
virion is as strong as he looks. which is to say, he isn't very strong…
still, that doesn't stop him from trying to impress you with his non existing strength. a gentleman carries a ladies bags and doesn't let her do the heavy lifting. but when said lady is stronger than the gentleman in question, it becomes a problem.
virion really wanted to try and impress you by carrying your armor for you. but the moment you put it into his hands, he sank to the floor with it. he couldn't even lift it without panting heavily, eventually giving up on it all together and kindly asking you to carry it yourself…
I hope you're having a nice day :) How about 43 for Virion? That seems fitting and pleasant. Plus, bubbles add joy to any experiance. Oh, and fem reader.
Oh, for sure Virion has a massive and ornately tiled bath with the ledge just lined with soaps and shampoos and perfumes lmao, a bubble bath would be right up his alley.
Ugh at this point I just have to resign myself to the fact that these are going to vary wildly in length lmao
Virion (FE Awakening) x AFAB Reader
Kink prompt list #43 - bath/shower sex
NSFW 18+ V
Foamy bubbles bob playfully across the surface of the water surrounding you as you sit comfortably between Virion's legs, and he meticulously massages away the aches across your shoulders. He's taken to this task like it's his sacred duty, checking in with you often, hands firm yet gently tender. Amidst his lavish treatment, the soothing warmth of the bath, and the heady aroma of floral soaps, you can't help but slump back into his touch. Virion gives a low chuckle, and you gasp softly at the fleeting brush of his lips at the nape of your neck.
"You work yourself far too hard, dearest," he says, his hands running gently down your arms, "What sort of gentleman would allow his lover to labor so arduously?"
"Just because the war's over doesn't mean our work is done, you know that. If anything, it seems there's more to do than ever," your pulse quickens as Virion's lips press to the side of your neck, but you steel yourself to add, "And I know you're working just as hard- you're just better at hiding it."
This time, his subdued laugh sends a shiver across your skin, his breath teasing down your neck.
"Ah, but knowing that I shall greet the evening with you in my arms bolsters my strength and resolve a thousand fold."
Even after all this time, his flattery brings a pink flush to your cheeks. But then his hands begin to wander, and the rest of you begins to warm as well. The suds add a surprisingly erotic slickness to his touch as his caress runs down your sides, pulling you more firmly to him, then running back up to your chest. You gasp out his name as you feel the playful sting of his teeth at the shell of your ear, and he replies with an almost purring hum.
"Our efforts are all the more reason to bask in our leisure together while we are able, wouldn't you agree?"
You arch against him as his hands cup your breasts, slowly and firmly massaging them, soaped fingers gliding across your stiffening nipples. With a groan, you rest your head back onto his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut.
"If by that you mean that you're going to fuck me right here and now, then yes," you say with a grin, "I wholeheartedly agree."
Another charming laugh, and now one hand travels down the center of your torso while the other continues to fondle and adore your breasts.
"Your vibrant eloquence never fails to entice me, my love. I am, as ever, utterly at your service."
Despite his flowery tone, you feel his cock press hard against your backside, his body flush with lust, his hands firmer, greedier. Unseen beneath the bath suds, his fingers dip between your plump lower lips to stroke lovingly across your clit, setting your legs trembling in his lap. The slow, erotic motion pulls blissful whimpers from your lips, urging Virion on, as if he needed further motivation.
His fingers playing expertly at the aching little bundle of nerves never cease, building pleasure at your core even as Virion's other hand holds under your thigh to lift you up onto his lap. The water makes his task easier, but you're also reminded that your image-conscious lover never ceased training his body after the war. His arms remain tightly muscled and defined, his hands strong yet dexterous. Your thoughts are quickly drawn elsewhere, however; at this new angle, you feel the hardened head of his member grinding firm between your folds, the tip so tantalizingly close to where you need him.
Your legs tense, your breath panting softly into the quiet of the bath, punctuated by eager little whispers of your lover's name as his touch urges you rapidly towards your climax. You raise a hand to cradle his face behind you, and he nuzzles into your hair in turn. At last, neither of you have need for banter, and when the sensation of his fingers circling and massaging your clit becomes too much, you gladly let the release overtake you. Leaning back against him, you utter a long, luxurious moan at the knot of pleasure comes undone all at once. At this, it seems Virion simply can't help himself. His lips draw to your neck, his teeth worrying at the skin and immediately marking you. His cock throbs longingly against you, pressing to your entrance as the soap and water create an intoxicatingly smooth friction between your bodies.
Moments later, you're still coming down from the electrifying high of your orgasm- yet something tells you he isn't anywhere near done spoiling you tonight.
Open requests right before my birthday! Perhaps we could do an arranged marriage prompt for Virion. Awakening nobility seems more chill than fe3h, but we can pretend.
Well I've definitely missed your birthday by now lmao but I hope it was a good one!!
I feel like I've started getting too caught up in like, actual plot in these arranged marriage pieces, and they end up way too long as a result lmao I promise there's fucking in this eventually.
Side note, this was the piece that finally prompted my fiance to say, "you should really write a regency style bodice ripper romance novel- just take your favorite pretty boy traits and your stern, serious type and you've got a great romantic lead"
lmao when I tell you I felt both very seen and very attacked
Virion (FE Awakening) x AFAB/fem Reader
Arranged Marriage
You're well aware that your union to the recently restored Duke of Rosanne is a form of retribution more than anything else. A punishment passed on to you from foolish and cruel parents who placed their faith and their financial support behind a warmongering despot, rather than their tender-hearted Exalt. When, against all odds, the Exalt did indeed triumph, it left your family without their precious conqueror to protect them, and floundering for a way to secure their position. In the end, you were offered to Lord Virion, ostensibly to secure your family's renewed loyalty to the Exalt and his allies, yet you know well enough that the Duke's reputation is not as lofty as it once was. To be made his wife is to be made consort to a coward and a fool.
A marriage of traitors it may be, but you're determined to make something of it. You had never agreed with where your family had placed their allegiance, and you see no reason why their folly should bring your downfall. Rosanne is a beautiful and verdant territory, as rich in crops and greenery as it is in culture, and while its Duke's character may be questionable, but the value of the land and its people is anything but. You've made up your mind to serve the people of this land the way they deserve, rather than turn tail or hole yourself up in a lavish manor.
And you immediately commit yourself to this work. You acquaint yourself with local nobles and advisors of the manor, vetting for yourself which ones can be trusted and relied upon. You gather records of crop yields and economic fluctuation by years, and you visit markets and town centers to learn the perspective of sellers and buyers alike. You very nearly keep yourself busy enough to keep your thoughts from straying towards your husband.
Virion is every bit as beautiful as you'd heard, of course, which is infuriating enough on its own. Silver hair frames a charming smile which is, more often than not, far too genuine for comfort. And there's a shrewdness in his eyes that belies the flippant and foppish bearing he presents. To be entirely honest with yourself, you'd have to admit that you're not certain what to make of the man. His behavior towards you is endlessly gentlemanly; he's practically doting in his efforts to ensure that anything you require is given- and yet, he's asked nothing in return. Or, he hasn't thus far, you remind yourself. One day, when you'd had quite enough of this pampering and affectionate play-acting, you snapped,
"Will you ever tire of this needless fawning, my Lord Husband?" you said with a sharp and bitter edge to your voice, "Beneath all of that pretense, you're only a man like any other. I know your aims, and I won't fall to your flattery."
"My, but my wife is a cunning one," he'd replied, his usual slanted smile in place, utterly unmoved by your harsh words, "So, you have seen through my knavish tactics and deduced that my true goal is to win the most tender and earnest affections of your heart, have you?"
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Your face burned with frustration, and something else that you refused to entertain. No- you had believed his intentions to be far more base than that.
"That's not what I-"
"Fear not, my dearest lady," he said, his voice like silk gliding across your senses as he took your hand in his and brushed his lips to your knuckles, "A true gentleman knows that to attain a lady's heart is no matter of brute conquest, but the sweetest of negotiations."
It's been weeks since that particular exchange, and you still feel a warm tingling at the back of your hand when you think of it. Infuriating. You won't let him distract you.
And you do well in avoiding interacting with him unnecessarily for some time. Meals and sleep, of course, are shared- but beyond this, you keep yourself busy, and you convince yourself that you don't care in the least what Virion occupies his own time with. Though from time to time, your own efforts in furthering Rosanne's restoration do require the Duke's signature, and it's on one of your rare visits to confirm some routine paperwork that you happen upon him in the midst of an advisory meeting in his study.
It's droll business, you imagine- all of these meetings are. That is, until you hear the scrape of a chair across the floor from beyond the heavy double doors, and Virion's voice, cutting through the air like the point of a rapier.
"I simply must ask you, my good fellow- which bandit camp did you patronize to have this reviewed and approved before bringing it to me?"
"I- pardon me, sir?"
"I ask merely because no civilized person could have possibly drafted this tax proposal," you nearly jump at what sounds like papers slammed onto a desk. You've never heard Virion even slightly perturbed before, let alone the seething fury evident in his voice now.
"This is the most disgraceful display of economic barbarism that I have ever laid my eyes upon. In short, I will not stand for it."
"My Lord," the advisor says with audible strain, "Forgive me, But have you been briefed and informed on the daunting scale of the restorations this manor will have to undergo to even approximate its pre-invasion state?"
"Yes, very well- shall we commission a grand portrait of my divine likeness for the entrance hall? Repair the floors with murals in gemstones and plaster cracked walls in fresco? Then, in two months time, when this land's citizens have rationed and rationed only to lay eyes upon empty cupboards, they can gladly take solace in my own personal splendor and opulence. A feast for the eyes only, perhaps, but a feast nonetheless!"
"Milord has always had a... gift for fanciful expression," his advisor replies flatly. A few footsteps and a brief rustling of paper follows. Then, he goes on, "I warn you, sir: a bleeding heart will drain you dry."
You can hardly believe that a mere financial advisor would speak to his lord in such a way. You've half a mind to push past the oaken doors and... and what? Speak in Virion's defense? A man whom you'd considered near intolerable until this very moment? Your brow creases as you attempt to examine this new feeling, but you're shaken from your thoughts by your husband's voice.
"That may well be the case. But at the very least, I will remain a man who possesses a heart at all."
The silence that follows is tense. Even you can't help but hold your breath from your vantage point beyond the study door. Eventually, the advisor speaks,
"Milord, with... all due respect," his voice is tinged with evident distaste, "I feel it may be necessary to put a point on your current position."
Virion's voice is softer, yet resolute as he replies with clear finality,
"My position is precisely why I will continue to prioritize the well-being of my citizens."
Silence once again- then, footsteps approaching the door. You back away so you don't seem to have been eavesdropping, but you're not able to escape before Virion appears before you. Seeing you, his expression warms and his rigid posture relaxes.
"My dearest Lady, I do hope you were not disturbed at all by that unpleasantness."
"No, I- I just arrived, actually," he stands so near to you, and for the first time, you notice and appreciate the subtle, tasteful scent of his cologne. For a brief moment, you search his gaze for a hint of his thoughts, and you very nearly forget the entire reason you'd come here, "I need your signature," you blurt out abruptly, holding the papers before you.
His smile unwavering, he takes the forms you'd prepared, and without even glancing at them, he says,
"I will have them for you within the hour."
With a short bow, he turns and departs, and you decide not to linger long enough to encounter that insufferable advisor.
The events of that day linger in your mind despite everything you do to keep yourself busy. Virion had clearly examined the tax proposal in question thoroughly for it to have evoked such a strong reaction from him, and yet your own request for additional agricultural financing had been signed and returned to you within the hour, exactly as promised. Had you perhaps won a level of trust from the Duke through your efforts? And what to make of the firm moral stance he seemed to take, seemingly at odds with his reputation as a coward who fled while his vassals fought tooth and nail?
These questions eventually lead you to the small writing desk at the far corner of your shared quarters. It's not long after dinner, and not nearly late enough for bed. You had spent another carefully polite meal avoiding the deep, dark eyes that seemed both jovial and cutting, lest your fluttering heart force you to confront the recent turn in your feelings- and by now, your patience with these contradictory emotions is wearing quite thin. You're not certain what you hope to learn about the man by wandering about the master bedroom. You'd spent as little time here as possible in the past, yet now, the sight of your shared bed brings a few new possibilities to mind that tint your face a deep red.
You'd been so determined to distance yourself from Virion until now. Now, you wonder. You wonder what his hands would feel like at your hips, up your thighs. You wonder how his lips would taste, how he would sound whispering your name. Surely, it would be only natural for a married couple...
Shaking such thoughts from your head, you take a breath and refocus your gaze at his desk. A candle has been burnt to a stub, the inkwell nearly empty. Among piles of written correspondence (some of which bears the seal of the Exalt himself, you note) and heavy tomes on trade and foreign policy, there lies one well-worn book of classical poetry. You smile and run a hand along the cover. At least his sense of culture isn't a mere pretense- he actually knows his material.
Then, something catches your eye. At the corner of the desk, a small pile of papers rests with a note on top bearing your name. Flicking through the papers underneath, you're filled with a sensation of both warmth and disbelief. These are copies of all of the reports you'd requested over the last several months, and more still that it appears are meant to be sent to you in the near future. He's been helping you from the start- guiding your efforts to get Rosanne back on its feet without ever requesting a hint of praise or even gratitude.
The click of the door opening across the room shakes you from your thoughts, and you whip around to see your husband approaching with a curious gaze.
"Ah, I had hoped to have those sent to you this evening, but it appears that you are, as ever, several steps ahead of me," he says, his tone light and conversational.
"You've been helping me all along," you say softly, stepping towards him in turn, "And I've... I've been so cold to you. Why didn't you ever-?"
"Ah, but would you accept my aid, knowing that it came from a craven fiend such as myself?"
"I... I'm so sorry, Virion, I've been so stubborn," you're hardly able to meet his gaze, but he comes near and guides your face toward him with a finger beneath your chin.
"Willful, perhaps, but hardly stubborn. You acted well within reason of what you had been lead to believe, and I saw no need to challenge you when it worked to serve the people of this land. Aside from which," the corner of his mouth curls into a half-grin, "I find I am quite fond of willful women. I have long believed that only a weak-willed man is unable to appreciate a strong-willed woman."
"Answer me one more thing," you have to force the words out now- having him near is stealing your breath and warming you through, "Everything that you said the other day about that tax proposal- that you refused to enact such predatory policies. Was that all true, or just... posturing?"
He nearly laughs, his hand warm along your jawline as he caresses your face. If he's surprised to hear that you had in fact overheard his conversation, it doesn't show in his expression.
"I hardly expected politics to be the poetry that would sway my lady's heart. As to your question, I shall only say that I endeavor to only ever speak truth."
Without another word, you stand up on tip-toe and press your lips to his. He leans into you, an arm wrapping around your waist pulling you to him as he returns your kiss in full. His lips are so wonderfully soft, his scent intoxicating. Yet the way he handles you is gentlemanly still- almost unbearably so. When you part from him at last, you distantly notice that you'd been clinging to the front of his clothes. Your eyes dart conspicuously toward the bed behind you as you softly say,
"I- I had hoped to make amends for these past few months..."
Virion's brow lowers, his expression uncharacteristically grave.
"I will not have you as part of a transaction," his hand cradles your face, "If you offer out of misplaced obligation, then I resolutely refuse. However... be it out of your own true and earnest desire," his voice lowers, his lips so tantalizingly close to yours, "then I swear that I shall commit myself to your pleasure until you have been satisfied countless times over."
You tug him by his clothing back towards the bed with a heated whisper,
"I want you, Virion."
And now it's him guiding you onto the bed amidst a frenzy of kisses and hastily removed clothing. His hands are everywhere, his warm and delicate touch worshipping the curve down your back, the dip of your waist and out along your hips. His lips travel your skin, waking nerves you'd never realized could be so sensitive; he nips just below your jaw, then up the contour of your ear, pulling an unfamiliar range of blissful sounds from you. It's all you can do to keep up with him. Your hands run across broad shoulders and surprisingly muscular arms (you do recall he had been something of an archer), clinging to him as you breathe out his name.
All the while, he murmurs sweet praises into your ear. Beautiful, radiant, mesmerizing, he goes on, and the words swim in your pleasure-dazed mind. His breath hot, voice low and heady, his hands pull you to him as he sucks tender love-bites down your neck and along your collarbone. At some point, you had both discarded the last of your clothing, but you're too caught up in new and incredible sensations to consider this in any way. Long silver hair tickles over-sensitive nerves that have grown so attentive to his every touch and kiss as his lips run a fiery path down your chest.
Then, you feel the warmth of his tongue at one of your stiffened nipples, and your fingers instinctively curl in his hair as you inhale and arch towards him. His lips surround the sensitive nub as his tongue continues to toy with it, his movements firm and rhythmic, the swell of your breasts pressing against him in turn. Virion is an unabashed lover, you're rapidly realizing; gentlemanly of course, yet anything but shy. Once he's spoiled both of your breasts similarly, stimulating your nipples, kissing and biting flushed flesh until you're panting for breath above him, you vaguely become aware of his hand at your inner thigh.
Your nails drag down his chest as you gasp out,
"More- Virion, please-"
He lets out a shuddering groan, then kisses you deeply, the movements of his tongue slow and erotic. When he parts from you, he remains so close that his lips graze yours as he whispers,
"Goddess above, that I would receive the honor of hearing my name spoken in such a way from one so divine..."
Virion lays beside you, and gently, his fingers press between your soft lower lips, coating them in your arousal until they glide slick across your clit. You inhale and arch towards him again, and he uses the opportunity to loop his free arm under your waist, pulling you against him and never turning his gaze from your expressions. Two fingers surround your clitorus and massage the tender nerves at a steady, rhythmic pace. Pleasure builds rapidly, forcing eager little gasps and moans past your lips, yet before long, these are smothered in deep, adoring kisses. Your fingers comb through his hair as his lips and fingers make love to you in tandem, the hot and restless need for release already building within you.
Your first orgasm rushes through you suddenly and all at once. Trembling thighs twitching in around his hand, your body tenses, then relaxes into Virion's arms as he pushes you rapidly over the edge with fingers steadily stroking your hardened clit. Blinking your eyes back into focus, you whimper his name and pull him down to kiss you, though his touch between your legs never eases.
"Forgive me, dearest," he murmurs, once more kissing along the contour of your jaw, "I don't believe I can possibly allow you to rest, having been granted a taste of something so terribly exquisite."
You haven't even fully recovered from your first climax before those two long fingers press to your gushing wet entrance. With a breathy moan, you feel him push into you slowly, his fingers parting you carefully until they're stroking you deep inside. He handles you as expertly as a bowstring, strong and dexterous fingers pulsing and massaging a range of tender spots within your heat- and without time to come down from your first orgasm, you know you're headed for a second before long.
"Virion-!" his lips are at your neck again, his kisses both achingly sweet and unmistakably lustful. His fingers curl up inside of you, firmly rubbing the tender nerves behind your clit. If you weren't so swept up in the dizzying pleasure, you may have been embarrassed by how easily this man makes you cum. Instead, you tilt your head back on the pillow and whimper out his name as the tingling sensation rises through your core and release takes you again.
This time, he does grant you a moment's rest. His warm gaze levels on you as he pulls his fingers from your now quite soaked pussy and you eventually manage to regain yourself. It's only now that you finally have a moment to view and appreciate his body. As you'd notice before, his arm and shoulder muscles are surprisingly developed and toned for someone of his lithe stature. He's clearly taken good care of himself after the war- battle scars have faded and healed nicely across smooth, fair skin, and every inch of him is well groomed and elegant. Your face warms at the sight of his manhood, harder and a fair bit larger than you'd expected, though he's given no indication that he means to seek out his own gratification.
He speaks your name softly, a hand at your cheek turning your eyes to him.
"Say the word and I shall press you no further. Even the covetous flame you have ignited in me can be quelled."
"Virion, I need you to fuck me," you half-moan to him, the words coming before you can mold them into anything more refined. He gives a low chuckle in reply and moves atop you on all fours.
"I have always admired that frankness about you," he says, before drawing you into another impassioned kiss. Your bodies move in tandem until your legs wrap around his hips and one of his hands laces fingers with yours. Silken hair spills over his shoulders above you, and he never takes his eyes from yours as he aligns the head of his cock between your folds. Then, with a slow and firm push of his hips, you both breathe out a sigh in unison as his length drives into your wet heat. Suddenly, you feel abject pity for the you of the past, who wanted so dearly to distance yourself from this man.
With steadily deeper thrusts, Virion grinds his member into the squeezing contours of your pussy, fitting you around him and sending rolling waves of pleasure through your core. Gasps and moans occasionally break through your kiss, but still you find yourself returning to his lips over and over. You feel his abdomen tighten and flex with each push of his hips, you feel his breath come heavier amidst his kisses, but more than anything, you feel his cock swell and throb deep inside of your tight, clinging cunt. The slick of your prior orgasms coats him, welcoming him deeper, allowing Virion to fuck into you to the base with each pass. With each moment of delicious friction, your bodies adore one another and you find some new, incredible angle or sensation. Before long, your mutual sighs of pleasure fill the bedroom, and you free your hand from his only to wrap both arms around him. Your nails down his back send a shiver through him, and his head sinks onto the pillow beside you as his thrusts deepen.
"I... I am not certain... ho- how much of this I can endure..." he confesses, his breath hot along the shell of your ear, "You are beyond perfection, darling..."
You're surprised he can remain so talkative even now, but his body shows the sincerity of his words. With each sway of his hips, he hardly pulls away from you anymore- only enough to chase that incredible pressure and friction that you both need, as though he can't bear to leave your body for a moment. The head of his cock hits your core, bulging veins grinding against you. One hand steadies him on the mattress, but the other grips firmly at your hips, holding you against him and relishing in the sensation of your skin beneath his touch.
"Don't hold back-" you whimper out to him, "I... I wanna feel... my husband cum for me..."
"Aah..." his lips seek out the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you as his thrusts become harsh and uneven, "You are... too cruel, madame..."
With this, you feel him hold deep inside, his full length buried into you as it swells and twitches, and his climax spills out deep within you. Your body burns and aches, your thighs tremble, but Virion presses messy, impassioned kisses to your throat as he pumps you full of his release, and some hazy part of you wishes this sensation could last forever. But in a few dazed moments of panting, whimpering bliss, you each manage to catch your breath and come down from the incredible high of mutual pleasure.
When he pulls himself from you at last, Virion settles at your side and pulls you to him by the waist. You smile and lean against him, and he raises a hand to delicately brush stray hair from your face.
"I feel I've been thoroughly spoiled," you say, your eyes matching the warmth in his, "I should have done more for you."
"Ah, but I have made myself clear, my lady. Pleasure born of obligation is no pleasure at all."
You put on a fake-pout of sorts, your tone a contrast to how tenderly you run your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw.
"Perhaps I wasn't completely wrong about you. You can be quite difficult after all."
Virion gives a short laugh through his nose, then takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss atop your knuckles.
"Always with a purpose, my dear. In politics, to serve my people- and in love, to serve you."
Okay, I know I requested one already, but I looked at the list again and can not get it out of my head. 53 with Virion being the one handcuffed could be quite fun. You know, change up the dynamic a bit.
So the other request was the formal wear one and I've decided to just combine the two lmao so you'll get formal wear and handcuffs and you'll like it
I'm so tired today guys I don't know if anything I'm writing today is any good looool
Virion (FE Awakening) x (mostly GN) Reader
"Aren't you worried about your guests?"
Virion offers you that ever-charming grin from his position on the bed beneath you. Layers of exquisitely tailored finery chosen specially for tonight's gala display him as every bit the refined noble that he is- a stark contrast to the sight of his wrists cuffed above his head.
"Not to worry, darling. I let them know that we would be retiring from the festivities early tonight. My dearest flower was feeling ill, after all, and I am duty bound to tend to you."
"Feeling ill" was all he could come up with? You give a short laugh, but lean over to press a fond kiss to his lips.
"Goodness, if they only knew. I wonder what your high-society friends would think if they could see you like this." Your hands run up his torso, appreciating the dips and swells of firm muscle that you can feel beneath fine silks, "I bet they'd be scandalized."
Virion wears a slanted smirk, though you feel his body arch towards you at your touch.
"Other men dedicate their lives to their goddess. Is it so strange that I offer my heart and body to my own?"
You chew at your lower lip, a faint blush across your cheeks.
"I should have gagged you too- it's not fair that you can still make use of that silver tongue of yours."
With that, you begin to undress him. His overcoat had been abandoned long ago, and now you remove his cravat, undo the buttons of his vest, then, more slowly, those of his shirt. He watches you with those deep, warm eyes as you expose smooth, fair skin and tight muscle. If the growing heat and pressure you can feel between your thighs is any metric, Virion is dearly savoring the opportunity to put himself in your hands. His body tenses at your touch running down his bare torso. Breathlessly, he says,
"Are you certain I cannot convince you to allow me to-"
"Out of the question," you say with a grin, "Your only job until I decide to free you is to behave."
He inhales as you tug down the front of his breeches, freeing his hardened cock with obvious lust in your eyes.
"As you wish, my darling," he breathes out, and relaxes his arms against the binding of the cuffs. Virion watches you with open adoration, ready to surrender. Ready to serve you, to gladly be a tool for your pleasure until you're more than satisfied.
I have returned for some Virion content and I have a cute idea, so hear me out. So, there's a grand ball and the reader could use some help getting ready. Luckily, Virion is in his element so he can help them with their hair and whatnot. This is of course innocent, but sill intimate, so in discovering how natural the closeness feels they also start to realize the depths of their feelings. I hope this makes sense, thank you for your time :)
Honestly astonishing that this came up in my queue as we were just chatting here a bit about Virion lol. And this is such a super sweet idea!! He'd absolutely be the gentleman and help you in any way you need~
Virion (FE3H) x Reader ("fem" clothing, no pronouns)
SFW - fluff
"And then this ties to... this, I think? But underneath this one... Ugh, I can't reach the- how do-??" You let your arms flop to your sides in frustration, your evening dress a fluffy, elegant mound of fabrics, ties and laces loosely hanging from your hips. You can already hear the distant rumble of fine heeled shoes on tile and carefully amicable conversation from the ballroom downstairs, carrying through the tastefully lavish halls of Castle Ylisse. With a scrunched up, irritable look at the mirror in your guest accommodations, you think for a moment that perhaps no one will notice if you choose not to make an appearance at the post-war celebrations. That is, until a knock at the bedroom door startles you far more than it should have.
"Er- yes?" You call, scrambling to gather at least the front of the dress up to guard your body.
"Y/N? I'd hoped to check on you- is everything quite alright?"
Virion's familiar voice calls from the other side, causing your heart to perform some uncomfortable maneuver in your chest. You do your best to ignore it, holding your clothing more tightly to your front.
"Oh, uh, yes- I'm fine, it's fine," you say with a stilted laugh. Even past the door, you can hear his skeptical hum.
"Do you... require assistance?" you can sense him struggling to be tactful, "If so, you know that I am more than happy to lend my aid."
"Well..." you trail off with a sigh. It seems unfair to make Virion act as your personal maid out of your own ignorance of noble fashion sensibilities. Unfair and humiliating.
"I... was honestly thinking that maybe I'd sit tonight out," you say, your voice fading with each word. Virion repeats your name, this time with an evident note of remorse. After a moment of quiet, he replies,
"You know that I consider it beneath my gentlemanly bearing to press you toward something you would not find palatable. However, as for my own perspective... I believe the evening would be sorely lacking without you."
Your jaw tightens and you let the silence between you linger for a time as you collect your thoughts and your courage. Then, carefully so as not to reveal your state to any passersby, you crack the door open and look up at Virion with pleading eyes,
"Uhm... would you help me, please?"
His smile is warm and earnest as he glides through the half-parted doorway,
"It would be an honor and a privilege."
To your immense relief, you had more or less layered and arranged the various parts of your ensemble correctly, and had been merely overthinking this part of the process. Virion circles you as you hold everything in place as well as you can, occasionally ruffling fabric or smoothing out a crease. Then, with a satisfied nod, he guides you to a cushioned bench before the mirror, turning it lengthwise so he can situate himself comfortably behind you.
"Now, all you need do is sit still for me," he instructs gently, awaiting your nod of affirmation before reaching for the laces at your back. You must have made a sorry mess of this part- deft hands travel the length of your spine undoing all of the lacing you'd attempted before beginning anew. Yet all the while, brushes of his graceful fingers across your skin, or even from atop fine silks, send your pulse pounding up to your throat.
And despite yourself, your mind wanders. From years mastering the bow, his hands are agile yet strong, and he must take quite good care of them, as the skin is not nearly as calloused as you'd expect of someone fresh from the warfront. Then, just as your mind begins to wander with these observations, carrying you toward thoughts of those hands doing away with this restrictive clothing, the room suddenly feels entirely too quiet.
"I'm, uh, really not used to this sort of thing," you say stiffly, straightening your posture somewhat abruptly, "fancy clothes like this, I mean. These are just on loan, in fact. It's... pretty different from spending our days from battlefield to battlefield, huh."
Virion chuckles a bit wryly, his breath tickling stray hair around your neck,
"Ah, my dear, there are those of us who are all too familiar with this sort of battle. It could be argued that they are every bit as cut throat as those we have grown accustomed to of late."
It seems a bit of an exaggeration, but when you consider the political negotiations known to occur at such formal events, you think perhaps you understand what he means to imply.
"There we are," he says after a moment to observe his handiwork. Already, you can see the outfit coming together into something far more appealing in the mirror. You're about to thank Virion and allow him on his way when, to your surprise, you feel his touch at your waste.
"Vir-?"
"Ease back towards me just a smidge- there we are, exactly like that," he says when you're so near to him that you can feel the warmth of his breath at your ear. Then, before you can question him, he leans forward to take the comb from the bureau, and begins carefully tending to your hair. His motions feel so natural and look like a coordinated dance, but all you can think of is the divine rush you feel each time his fingers graze your back, your neck, your scalp. If you could, you're certain you'd be purring.
Naga above. You'd acknowledged long ago that you found the man handsome, but you hadn't expected how easily he could set your body burning and your heart racing.
You're a commoner. And he's only an ally. You scold yourself, struggling to tamp down the embers in your heart that won't stop glowing, He's doing you a favor so you don't embarrass yourself and reflect poorly on the others.
Somehow, you manage to survive Virion's expert care of your hair without combusting on the spot. Once his work is done, he runs those delicate fingers down the length of a loose lock framing your face. Surely the caress along your cheek as his hand passes must be entirely incidental.
"You are quite a vision, my dear," he murmurs, his voice soft and strangely low.
"As long as I don't make a fool of myself... I mean," you take a moment to turn your head this way, then that, observing Virion's handiwork in the mirror, "Don't get me wrong, you've done beautifully, Virion- I just don't know if fancy stuff like this really... suits me."
"You do all of this finery a great service by deigning to tolerate it, I assure you," he says with a grin. You can't even begin to formulate an adequate reply to such flattery. Fortunately, he saves you the trouble by breaking the following silence,
"All that remains is your makeup. Would you turn to face me?"
You follow his gestures as he guides you to sit facing him, your legs tucked to the side and your body rigid in place. Virion takes a moment to survey the bureau drawer, scrutinizing the scattered collection of powders, rouges, and so on, until he settles on a choice few items that have evidently met his criteria.
Then, face to face on the conspicuously too-small bench, he lifts your chin with a finger, urging you to meet his gaze. This innocuous gesture nearly fractures your restraint. He's so near, his touch so familiar and unabashed. It would take so little, you think- the slightest suggestion from those soft lips and you'd crumble into his arms. The very realization floods you with warmth and shame. But he seems so confident, so composed. Working quickly with whatever makeup brushes lie at hand and his selected pigments, he's crafted a natural yet sophisticated look for you before long. You think, at first, that you've kept up appearances. Then, he meets you with a charming smile and says,
"Why, your lovely complexion already bears the most becoming blush. I think that perhaps we can forgo rouge, hm?"
You attempt something like a pout,
"It's not fair to tease me, you have the advantage here."
Virion only chuckles once more, the very sound setting your pulse rushing all over again.
"I beg your forgiveness," he says, setting the makeup and brushes aside. Then, turning towards you once more, he brings a hand to fondly run the curve of your jaw, "I find something about you causes me to be rather ungentlemanly from time to time."
He's close. So dearly, temptingly close. Virion leans towards you with half-lidded eyes, his expression entirely at odds with the flippant tone of his words. Your voice is a near-whisper when you say,
"I... don't think I mind, actually."
Virion's eyes flicker downward for the briefest moment. His hand stalls at your cheek, cupping your face gently. Then, he inhales, his elegant brow furrows, and he straightens his posture,
"One must not rush for the spoils before the battle is won..." he mutters, withdrawing his hand abruptly. You blink rapidly and shake your head a bit, as though this could possibly help clear your head or calm your heart. His words can't even begin to make sense in your frazzled mind, but once again, Virion spares you from formulating a clever reply.
He guides you to your feet, more out of propriety than necessity. Then, clearing his throat, he says,
"Well then, shall I await your radiant appearance in the grand hall?"
You catch his sleeve before he can turn from you,
"I'd... actually like to go down now. With you. I- I'm ready, I think."
His smile at this is disarmingly warm,
"It would be my greatest honor to escort you."
"And- one other thing, Virion," you say as you both head towards the door, "Is there any way I can thank you for your help? I'd really like to- it... means a lot to me."
Rather than answer immediately, he takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips. They brush your knuckles delicately, and his warm breath flutters over your skin when he says,
"A dance. That is all I ask."
"Just a dance?" you reply with an eyebrow quirked upward.
"My dear, it's hardly 'just a dance'," he replies, guiding your hand to the crook of his arm, "Need I remind you, we are about to step on to yet another battleground. And I plan to earn my victory with bravery, grace, and nobility."
I can never get enough of Virion, so how about some headcanons? Thanks!
Virion is -so underrated- I feel like so few people love flamboyant men the way I do looool.
I did a handful of alphabet prompts for Virion here if y'all wanna check that out (Aftercare, Intimacy, Yearning)- now, let's talk general headcanons.
Virion (FE Awakening) spicy hcs
NSFW 18+
- Virion absolutely has a praise-giving-kink. It's basically a service-top type tendency. He'll spend your entire time together making sure you know that you're the most radiant creature in this world an any other, and that his heart beats only for you. As the night goes on, he'll even be quite specific during foreplay. He'll compliment the lovely color of your nipples, the way they respond so beautifully to his touch. He'll worship the curve of your jawline, the delicious swell of your inner thighs, the intoxicating way your body squeezes and clings around his manhood- everything he can feel or touch or taste, he's going to praise you for, and he means every single word.
- He loves when you really let go and let passion guide your reactions for you; when your nails rake down his back, or your fingers tangle into his hair, it sends shivers through him. He especially loves when he's going down on you, and your thighs tense up and squeeze around his shoulders, or even around his head- or when your hand in his hair tugs him closer, burying him against your body. He's as refined as can be, even in bed (he considers it an art form to be honed, after all), but he dearly loves to see his partner fall apart and surrender entirely to pleasure.
- Virion's kisses are ~wonderful~. He's slow and tender, leaning into you and spreading his fingers through your hair, with his other arm around your waste as his tongue gently brushes your lips until they part for him. He seems to always know just the right amount of tongue and the way to move his lips to send your heart soaring. He'll apply this same artful technique to your neck to leave soft little love-bites, or around your nipples, stiffening them with his tongue pulsing and circling around them.
- When you play hard to get, it drives him absolutely mad with lust. His sex drive is fairly high to begin with- he's more or less always ready to give you every amount of pleasure you deserve. But forcing him to wait, to win you over, to woo you, makes his blood boil in his veins. If you tease him for very long, perhaps playing innocent to his suggestive comments, or subduing your reactions to his charms, he'll be doubly impassioned when you finally take him to bed. Virion whispers sweet nothings about his darling tempting him beyond madness, shackling him within the chains of his own passions, and all the while his cock his thicker and harder than you've ever felt it as he drives deep into you.
