#Neuvillette x Reader

[odyssean-flower]

im curious: what would madames reaction be to finding out neuvillette is the hydro dragon (and therefore finding out it rains when he id upset)?

You know i've been thinking about this a lot and maybe im just not creative enough but i honestly feel like not much would change bc what can a normal human do when they find out that their husband is a dragon?? Everyone knows he isnt human anyway so i dont think it fundamentally changes anything

Here are some things i think might happen:

- mc would be pretty shocked at first bc how can a dragon have a human body??? But thrn she'd be like well honestly dragons can take on all sorts of forms so why not

- mc will get really into researching dragons, much to neuv's amusement (though some part of him will feel antsy that she's paying so much attention to other kinds of dragons)

- she would be a little mad that all the melusines knew and never told her

- when she finds out the rain thing she would panic thinking back on how much it rained since she first started living with him (will try to look up precipitation records) and try to apologize profusely to him

- whenever it rains she will drop everything and run to him and try to be with him (might backfire since now neuv knows she'll come to him when it rains 😏)

- she'll start carrying hand towels around to dry his hair once she learns that he enjoys being in the rain, but will remind him not to stand outside for too long or he'll get sick

- neuv is not above showing off a little bit of his power for her

- they'll go swimming together (in places where there are no one else around)

- mc will start collecting dragon merch

- mc will compliment his horns from time to time

- might experiment with dragon-themed pet names

[smtere]

# where the rain remains

( trying to fix things with his s/o after a particularly tough trial brings a wedge between them ) — neuvillette x reader

fontaine’s skies wept yet again,

the cold, unforgiving rain ran heavily through the empty streets — flowing down the carefully sculpted marble steps, pooling in the small cracks that blemished the otherwise pristine stone like tears too long restrained.

neuvillette stood lost in thought, idly staring at the downpour that had now turned into a melancholic drizzle, his white hair slightly damped from the short walk to his house. he hadn’t meant to summon the rain — not purposefully anyway. but fontaine always listened to his heart. It heard the tremble in his conviction, the fracture in his usually calm nature, the sorrow pulsing through his fatigued body.

it was your silence that hurt him most.

you hadn’t even looked at him after the trial.

not as he delivered the verdict — guilty — not as the convicted was taken away, and not as the audience dispersed excitedly.

he had found himself glancing over at you trying to catch the rare emotion in your eye.

it hadn’t been anger. or disbelief.

it had been disappointment,

pure disappointment.

he knew that trial had been personal for you. the accused being someone you had known well, a man you claimed had kindness etched in his every motion, whose guilt was not absolute —circumstantial at best. you had pleaded in private, asking neuvillette to wait, to reconsider, insisting that there was doubt in the opposing sides evidence.

but doubt, in the ludex’s eyes, was not enough. not this time.

and so he watched as you left the courtroom without a glance back. cold. distant.

he’d hoped you would come to him, shout at him, argue like you always did. but hours passed by and nothing came. not even a knock.

he had to fix this.

the rain became heavier with every step he took, walking to the one place he knew he could find you, would you accept what he has to say, would you forgive him? what could even be said to make things right —

he had chosen the law over his own heart and now it ached painfully, a cruel punishment for his mistakes.

you didn’t look up when he approached. but you didn’t move away either.

“you’re upset..” he said finally, voice low, careful.

“your observation skills are as brilliant as always” you replied a faint sarcasm lacing your words, not bitter — but detached. you sighed before continuing,

“he didn’t deserve that sentence.”

neuvillette swallowed, a guilt encompassing his already strained heart. “the evidence was—”

“I already know what the evidence said. but I also know what it didn’t say.”

you turned to him at last, eyes rimmed red, clear tears of frustration and hurt threatening to spill “and so do you.”

he flinched. a rare, subtle motion, but equally hard to miss.

you looked at him then, not as the chief justice, not as the Iudex,

but as the man you’d come to care for. the man who read poetry to you in the quiet mornings. the man who listened intently as you rambled about trivial things that shouldn’t concern someone as busy as the ludex. the man who now looked as if he hated himself for hurting you.

the rain worsened.

“you always follow the law so rigidly,” you whispered. “but how can you see justice as just black and white, it doesnt always have to be in your set of rules — it can be mercy, sympathy. sometimes even just compassion.”

he stepped closer. longing and sadness seeped into his voice . “I know.”

The words hung between you, fragile and raw. A silence settles as you look deeper into his eyes — trying to find something, anything to indicate his thoughts.

you release another sigh before continuing,

“I saw your face after the verdict.” you say with a hushed voice “why didn’t you look victorious…? why didn’t you look happy…?“

neuvillette’s voice was quiet, but full of ache. “I upheld the law today, but I lost your trust. that is a weight I was not prepared for.” he confessed.

you blinked, your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him in amazement.

“I am not infallible,” he said, eyes meeting yours, “and though I serve justice, I am beginning to realize that I must learn to serve it with humanity. you are.. teaching me that, even if it hurts.”

You stepped forward. carefully. slowly. talking his hand and resting your head on his chest.

“I’m still angry,” you murmured lightly.

“I know.”

“but I don’t want to stay angry.”

he held your gaze, as though to decipher if you were telling him the truth. a flicker of relief breaking through his stormy expression as he realises you are being serious,

“then let me try,” he said. “to be better. not just for fontaine. but for you..”

you exhale shakily, then lean into his chest. his arms snake around you slowly, hesitantly, then with full certainty, as if holding you anchored him to something real—something warm.

the skies finally begin to clear, the sun shining through the now docile clouds — radiating warmth onto the streets yet again.

(a/n) im open to requests currently, (they may take slightly longer to respond to as I have exams coming up but i am in deep need of inspiration so anything would be nice — preferably genshin related) please go check my request page for more info !!

[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), your favorite.

[pearlywritings]

The Music of the Night

To get back on track with writing, I decided to make a somewhat writing event to produce short stories based on prompts as often as possible. Thus I invite you to participate in this little 'concert' of mine.

Future Masterlist

Some notes and Rules:

character x fem!reader (but can try to write without specifying gender).

1 character per ask. If one prompt is requested many times, I may combine the characters into one post.

1 character - 1 prompt.

~500 words per request (might be longer if I get carried away).

there can be fluff, angst, smut or even crack - and almost always it's going to be a gamble.

request any adult male character from HSR or Genshin. Which includes all playable, future playable, ones who LOOK like playable (*cough* Fatui Harbingers *cough*), I can even try some NPCs! First ones who come to mind: Crepus, Biram, Svarog, etc.

please, do not request Diluc. I am a bit tired of him.

and one more thing I want to note - this event's main purpose is to help me regain the will to write and test the capabiliities of my imagination, thus I am free to write the prompt according to the vision I have and to decline some of the asks for any reason.

Request:

for the sake of keeping it vague, I am asking you to simply send me the following combo: 'character's name' + 'musical instrument' + 'details if the prompt suggests it in the parentheses'

Prompts:

Since I couldn't settle on just one, this list is a mix of phrases, concepts and tropes

Accordion - work colleagues (platonic/romantic/up to me)

Bagpipes - overhearing how one partner talks about the other

Balalaika - cuteness aggression

Banjo - travel

Bassoon - not good enough

Bell - habit(s)

Biwa - exes

Castanets - opposites attract

Cello - challenge (fluff/smut/angst)

Clarinet - first time

Clavichord - dying in the arms of a lover

Domra - writing letters/texting

Double bass - one of you had a nightmare

Drums - “This was a mistake”

Erhu - “I will wait for you”

Euphonium - “I hate to say it, but I told you so”

Flute - morning after 😏

Gaohu - too late to/for...

Guitar - random smut scenario

Guqin - broken in some way

Guzheng - arranged marriage

Harmonica - term of endearment

Harp - a gaze into the future/getting old together

Harpsichord - soulmates (you may suggest what king of: red thread of fate, tattoo of the first phrase a soulmate will tell you, a timer that counts the time before you two meet, colorblind until meeting the soulmate, etc)

Lute - tending to partner’s injuries

Lyre - showering/bathing together (fluff/smut)

Oboe - one of you gets jealous

Ocarina - spending time with your kid(s)

Piano - evening together

Pipe organ - random scenario (up to the writer (me))

Ratchet - the fight (can be the aftermath of it/making up)

Saxophone - kink (just write a kink)

Trombone - masquerade/ball

Trumpet - in denial/oblivious

Ukulele - cooking

Violin - date

Whistle - having/getting a pet

Wind Chimes - morning together

Xylophone - secret relationship

Zither - “It will never be the same again”

You alone can make my soul take flight

Help me make the Music of the Night

[klippaur]

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Thighs and Guys

Cw: Nsfw

Neuvillette

Would be fascinated by thigh riding.

Wriothesley

His endearing lover staring at his legs, eyeing up his thighs as subtle as they can be.

His hands on their waist as they sought their own pleasure, gazing at their flushed face. He feels a sense of pride being able to reduce his lover into a whining moaning mess without touching them directly.

Even more so knowing that he's the only one that can get them like this in the first place. He feels strangely protective over them as they ride his thigh staining the fabric of his pants with their arousal.

Willing to try to ride his lovers thigh as well though he's a bit reserved and shy doing so until he finds that perfect angle that makes him feel so, so needy that his shyness melts away.

Jing Yuan

Welcomes his lover's enthusiasm to ride his thigh after he caught them one too many times eyeing his legs.

Relentless teasing as they seem to enjoy riding his thigh more than his cock based on how turned on they are. Doesn't care much that they're staining his pants but does find himself a little frustrated he's not inside them.

Will let his lover get off on his thigh for a while if only to test his own self restraint until it's too much and he has to have them.

Wouldn't refuse being the one to ride his lovers thighs. He might not get as much pleasure from it as they did but he does see the appeal and can find his eyes drifting to their thighs at times.

Has no shame inviting his lover to ride his thigh and is probably the one to suggest it in the first place.

Will tease his lover for staining his pants commenting that they must really be enjoying it otherwise his pants wouldn't be so soaked. Doesn't mind letting his partner do all the work while he lazily watches them get off but he also won't hesitate to move them himself, they only need to ask nicely.

Wouldn't mind riding his lovers thigh if only to watch them get frustrated as they see proof of his arousal but are told they can't touch him just yet. A major tease who likes getting his partner worked up even if the act of riding their thigh doesn't do too much for him as it did for them.

[affableramen]

Genshin men who hit women

Neuvillette — would never raise his hand on a woman. He is the epitome of good manners and dare I say, he is the most polite man on Teyvat in general. If he sees a man raise his hand on a female, he’ll disapprove of it harshly and punish whoever it is. He is very respectful, protective, attentive and has a strong moral compass. (Don’t you tell me otherwise).

Pantalone — would never, ever do that. It’s not in his personality to raise a hand on a woman. You two could fight in training purposes like a Fatui team, but be would never raise his hand on you due to an argument, no matter how heated it is. Judging by his quotations, he is someone who judges and criticises a lot, so I can see he has a moral compass as well, but it is hidden somewhere beneath.

Kazuha — he’d rather cut his own hand with a sword than do something like this. He’s very gentle, principled and refined.

Dottore — currently there is no evidence or proof that a man like Dottore would use his physical power against a woman. He may be a villain but even a villain would not stoop so low. On the contrary, Dottore would laugh at a man who’d use his power to hurt a woman, and would call such man weak, a parody of a man, pathetic.

Tartaglia — no. Just no. He’s playful and loves fighting, but it will never be with a malicious intent. The maximum he can do with you is a friendly sparring.

That’s all for this crack post, hope you enjoyed.

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

[levvthan]

just a florist. | neuvillette x gn! reader

NSFW CONTENT BELOW - MDNI

words: 6,708

summary: Neuvillette was a frequent visitor to your humble garden centre in the heart of the Court. What began as a shared love for nature blossomed into a gentle friendship. But one afternoon, he arrived looking rather hot - his usual grace replaced with something unusual. Something was clearly off… but what?

!! content: smut, fluff & slight angst, breeding, size difference, mating cycles/in heat, biting, clothed sex, fingering, rough sex, knotting

A warm spring breeze drifted through the small garden center, carrying the mingling scents of blooming flowers and damp earth. It brushed against your skin, gentle and soothing, as sunlight streamed through the glass panes. 

Kneeling before a cluster of delicate flowers, ready to be potted and displayed, you pressed the trowel into the rich soil. Your fingers brushed against the flower's roots, feeling its fragile threads as you carefully nestled it into place.

The soft chime of the garden center’s door rang out, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. “Good morning,” a familiar voice greeted from behind. 

Neuvillette had become a regular customer at your garden centre. At first, he only visited every few months, but soon those visits turned into weeks, and before long, he found himself stopping by one day a week during his off-duty hours.

It had become an unspoken routine between the two of you. You’d even found yourself investing in new stock more often, just to keep him entertained and ensure there was always something fresh for him to admire.

Setting aside your trowel, you looked up, your gaze meeting Neuvillette’s figure, illuminated beautifully by the golden sunlight. He stood there, his presence serene, “Ah - those are beautiful,” he gestured towards the flowers you were potting.

“They’re Dendrobium, native to Inazuma,” you said with a smile, gently pressing the last bit of soil around the scarlet plant. “I’ll be with you in just a second, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

He chuckled softly, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Please," he uttered, his tone light, "you know that you may call me just Neuvilette."

“I’m only teasing,” you mused playfully, delicately placing the flower you’d just potted upon the lower shelf, as you reached for another. 

Idly, Neuvillette lingered over you, eyes fixed on your movements. Your articulate hands molded around the dirt with practiced ease, gently pressing it into place as you worked. When you glanced up at him, he slowly turned away.

“Do you mind if I crack open that window? It’s getting rather stuffy in here,” he asked, fingers fidgeting at his ruffled collar as if the warmth of the room had suddenly become noticeable.

You looked up and laughed softly before nodding. “Go ahead.”

Neuvillette hummed, his tall figure moving gracefully as he reached for the glass pane. Though he wasn’t in his usual work attire, he was still dressed as prim as ever. He swiftly opened the window, the fresh air swept in, and his elegant head of hair danced against the breeze.

You glanced back down at the now-potted plant in your hands, but something made you do a double-take. Your brow furrowed slightly as you studied him. Had his hair always had that many blue tethers? And his arms, were they broader than usual? The fabric of his sleeves and trousers strained slightly against his frame. 

However, you shook the thought away, quickly returning to your work - perhaps he’d been working out.

After a few minutes, “Thank you for waiting,” you smiled, rising to your feet and brushing off any loose soil from your apron. With a curious glance, you added, “Now, would you like to view this week's stock?” 

“Ah, first, could you tell me about these - Dendrobium?” He cast an intrigued gaze down at the Inazuman flowers, his eyes lingering on their vibrant petals as if they held a secret waiting to be unraveled.

“Of course, however, these flowers hold quite a dark story, really.” Your words seemed to earn an intrigued look from Neuvillette as he swiftly situated himself by your side.

You opened your mouth to tell the tale, yet a strange smell caught your attention, causing a brief distraction. It wasn’t unpleasant, just something… unfamiliar. You side-eyed Neuvilette, but quickly wrote the idea off, it was most likely the aroma of the Dendrobium's.

“It… it is said that they bloom most gracefully where blood has been spilled,” you told him. “Emerging from battlefields, after wars have been fought.”

“A symbol of both the violence and the resilience that follows,” Neuvilette muttered, his finger resting thoughtfully on his chin. “That’s quite a beautiful story, if you were to ask me.” His eyes still resting on the flowers, a quiet appreciation settled in his gaze.

You paused, pondering his words for a moment, before a memory struck you. “If you’re interested in something like that, I do have some other new-in-stock plants you may like,” you suggested, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Neuvillette smiled down at you as he nodded, and there it was again. That odd aroma, causing your nostrils to twinge. Yet, before you were able to address it this time, the garden center’s door chimed, the sound cutting through the air and drawing both of your attention.

“Hey! You sold me a faulty lawnmower… again !” A man at the door hollered rudely, his voice grating against the peaceful atmosphere. Neuvillette raised an eyebrow as you both turned toward the commotion.

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I’ll be back,” you said before hurrying over to the agitated customer, bracing yourself for the inevitable chiding.

Neuvillette shot you a look of understanding before turning his attention back to the plants. He leisurely made his way down a nearby aisle, his fingers grazing over delicate leaves as he browsed, making sure he was within earshot of your exchange with the disgruntled man.

You had dealt with this customer before, an elderly local with a notoriously short temper. He did his usual of chastising the store for not unboxing and testing the product beforehand. Inevitably, you offered him a refund and, out of the kindness of your customer service heart, offered him a discount on a newer model.

After some time, the senior soon left, his mood noticeably brighter and satisfied with the resolution, as per usual. You let out a small sigh of relief, as you returned to Neuvillette, who was still standing among the displays, his eyes wandering over the selection of your stock.

Before you could apologise for the interruption, he spoke first.

“They shouldn’t be allowed to treat you in that manner,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as his finger touched a petal of a nearby flower. Then, he added, “I thought you were no longer resorting to discounts?”

You sighed, recalling the conversation you’d had weeks prior. “I know, I know,” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. “But it’s the policy I put in place, but hey, I’m not losing money anymore.”

“That man, he comes back every few weeks,” Neuvillette noted, his tone laced with quiet suspicion. “And, surprisingly, every former purchase he has made has been ‘faulty’.” His fingers idly traced the edge of the petal as he cast you a knowing glance.

“I just want to keep up that good reputation, Neuvillette,” you hummed, knowing what he was getting at. “You know there’s a lot of competition here in the Court.” Your voice was light, but the weight of your words lingered in the air.

“I could-”

“No,” you interrupted, running your fingers through your hair. “No, thank you. Honestly, the business is doing fine.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, hoping he could see the sincerity in your words.

You’d met Neuvillette whilst you were deep in a rather hefty debt. Over the course of his visits, time and time again, he had offered to help. He had more mora than anyone in Fontaine, and his wealth meant he could easily support you if you ever needed it. It was truly kind of him to offer a helping hand. Yet, each time, you felt a twinge of guilt for shooting him down.

However, his tone soon deepened, “I wasn’t going to offer my charity,” He countered, much to your surprise. “Perhaps, I could have a word with him, is all.” 

You had begun to remove your apron, but the words that left his mouth rendered you completely dumbfounded. You had never expected him to suggest such a thing, using his title as the Iudex of Fontaine to get through to a customer. It wasn’t like him at all.

“Neuvillette, what’s gotten into you?” you questioned, confusion etched across your face. “He’s only an elderly man, I can handle my own business just fine.”

Neuvillette took a step back, lowering the flower from his nose. Your eyes met his, and for a fleeting moment, you found yourself wondering if they too looked particularly different. You both stood there for a beat, taking in what he’d suggested.

“I apologize, I’m not feeling the best today, is all,” Neuvillette cleared his throat, his voice gentle. He placed the flower in his grasp back down on the shelf, as he toyed with his collar once more. 

You sighed. “I figured something wasn’t right.” A bead of sweat running down his forehead caught your attention, and with concern, you reached up, placing a hand against his skin. “Are you ill? Gosh, you do have quite a temperature.”

His expression became unsure as he reached up to touch your hand, but his arm faltered. His lips quivered, as if he were about to speak, but hesitation held him back, his gaze shifting between your hand and your eyes.

“Come, I have some herbal remedies that might help,” you said, giving him one last glance back.

He hesitated once more, a moment of uncertainty that didn’t go unnoticed, but soon silently accepted your offer. As you turned to walk away, he followed, the two of you weaving through the aisles. The soft rustling of leaves could be heard, guiding you both into the back room.

As you entered, you gestured toward a chair beside the door, propped open with a bucket. The backroom was small and quiet, its calm atmosphere contrasting with the untidy mess scattered about. Plants, garden equipment, and other trinkets which awaited to be stocked.

Handing Neuvillette a bottle of water from your unit, he took a seat with a soft huff, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped away the lingering sweat from his forehead, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to steady himself.

Meanwhile, you rummaged through the cluttered drawers of your desk, searching for what you needed amidst the tangle of papers and tools. “Ah, here,” you chimed, eventually holding up a small packet of herbs.

“I’ve used these before, they’re great for fevers,” you said, striding back over to Neuvillette. However, as you approached, your expression shifted. He was slightly slouched, a posture you’d never seen from him before, his half-lidded eyes fluttered as he absentmindedly toyed with his shirt collar once again.

“Looks a little tight, perhaps you’ve had a growth spurt,” you remarked lightly, your playful tone softening as you moved to prepare the herbs. “Have some of that water while I brew this up for you.”

As you reminded him, Neuvillette wasted no time, the sound of the bottle crinkling as he opened it. He practically guzzled it down, only to choke slightly, his hand resting lazily against his chest as he coughed. You glanced over your shoulder at him, a hint of worry creeping in. You’d never seen him unwell before, and it was starting to unsettle you.

“Have you visited a doctor yet? Or has this only just begun to flare up?” you questioned, as you mixed the tea and herbs together. You waited for his response, but there was only silence, his gaze fixed downwards, odd .

You brought the freshly brewed tea over to him, in a delicate teacup, placing it on the nearby unit. The water bottle he’d drained was clutched tightly in his hand, while his left leg was sprawled out, distant from the other.

“Th-thank you,” Neuvillette managed to choke out, his voice hoarse as he wiped his forehead once more. He replaced the scrunched water bottle with the cup of tea, lifting it to his lips and taking a careful sip, the warmth seeming to soothe him slightly.

You smiled sympathetically, hoping the tea would provide some relief, before heading back to the drawer. “If it helps, I do have another packet. You’re welcome to take it,” you offered. 

However, the sudden, deafening sound of his cough startled you, making your heart skip a beat. His face twisted as he hastily set the now empty teacup down. It clattered against the surface, you stood frozen for a moment, unsure whether to rush to his side or give him space.

“Is it not sitting well? I’m sorry, I thought it’d help,” you apologized quickly, regret washing over you as you glanced over at the cup and back at him.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he replied, shaking his head slightly, his voice still strained. His hand rested on his knee as he propped himself up, as he fixed his eyes on your figure. “The tea, it’s lovely, I’ll take another packet.” 

In the back of your mind, you figured he was just being his polite self. Still, you searched around for the packet you’d dropped, and as you turned, you saw it resting idly on the wooden floorboards behind you. You strained a little, bending over to pick it up - your ass unknowingly waving in the air, as your back was turned to Neuvillette.

However, in the midst of your motion, another loud thud echoed through the room. You yelped, startled, as the chair Neuvillette had been sitting in clattered to the floor. Swiftly, you turned back around, only to find him gone. 

“Neuvillette?” You called out as you hurried toward the door. Just as you reached it, you heard the familiar chime of the garden centre’s entrance opening, followed by the sharp sound of it closing. 

The sudden silence that followed made your heart race as you scanned the store, confusion and concern settling over you. Was the tea really that awful? Was it something you’d said? The unanswered questions swirled in your mind, leaving you standing there, utterly bewildered.

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The evening had come quickly, and the events from earlier lingered in your mind, refusing to let go. You couldn’t shake the confusion; Neuvillette had never acted like that in front of you before. His sudden departure, the strange behavior.

Maybe he had felt like he was going to throw up and didn’t want to embarrass himself? It was a stretch, but the possibilities kept running through your mind. 

Amidst your worries, you’d carefully arranged a beautiful display of flowers, the foreign ones you had yet to show him that morning. You had even handwritten a delicate card, reading ‘Get well soon,’ though you made sure not to include the small packet of herbs inside.

It felt like the right thing to do, a gesture to show you cared, even if you weren’t entirely sure what was going on with him.

With everything ready, you set off for Palais Mermonia, Neuvilette's place of work. The walk was quiet, as you took the less crowded route through the Court of Fontaine. The flowers within your small basket bounced with every step you took, trudging up many steep steps along the way. You hoped he’d be there, that he’d accept your gesture, and that he was alright.

Soon enough, the building loomed ahead, its grandeur almost overwhelming up close. You hadn’t visited often, only a few times before when the Palais’ maids had ordered bouquets, and each time, the sight of it took your breath away. Ornate stonework and tall, sweeping windows gave the building an almost ethereal presence.

“Name, please,” the frontman at the door asked, his tone formal and unbothered. However, soon enough, he noticed your basket. “Ah, you’re the florist Monsieur Neuvillette recommends, correct?” 

"Yeah, that’s me," you replied, surprised the frontman remembered you. You adjusted your grip on the package. "I’ve got a delivery for him, may I enter?" 

"Of course. Do you know your way?" The frontman smiled warmly, stepping aside to let you in. His gaze lingered on the basket in your hands. "I must say, those are beautiful, definitely of Monsieur Neuvillette’s taste." His voice carried a note of admiration as he reached out slightly, tempted to touch the delicate petals.

You subtly drew the basket away, forcing a polite smile. "Ah, indeed," you replied, adjusting your grip on the handle as you stepped forward. The Palais' grand hall stretched before you, its towering columns and gilded accents exuding an air of prestige.

Your nerves held steady as your footsteps echoed across the polished marble. In the air, the traces of melted candle wax enveloped your nostrils as you made your way through winding corridors.

After a short trek, both steadying your nerves and admiring the decor, you stopped before Neuvillette’s office door. Taking a slow breath, you reached for the handle. However, your hand faltered as you looked down at the gift basket with a doubtful gaze. 

You stood for a moment, the grand dark-wooden door towering before you. Would he truly appreciate this gift? Thoughts scrambled in your mind as you hesitated, reaching for the door time and time again, until you heard a faint noise on the other side.

Brows furrowing, you stepped closer, pressing your ear against the door. A deep, brief mumble followed by more murmurs, growing louder with each passing second, until a loud groan broke through the stillness.

Your eyes widened in shock, was he in pain? Panic gripped your chest, tightening around your heart, and without thinking, you flung the door open. But as it creaked, the sound felt deafening, and when you finally saw what was before you, your body froze, the scene before you impossible to grasp.

Neuvillette, in all his elegance, was sprawled out on a nearby couch, his shirt undone in a way that left little to the imagination. Horror twisted your features as you realized what you’d stumbled upon, your eyes involuntarily travelling lower, and lower, with each passing second.

You watched as his head tilted fully over the couch’s armrest. Each hot breath he took seemed to echo in the silence, deep and uneven, as he stroked his cock in a desperate, eager pace. 

His balls were somewhat tangled in his undergarments, as he’d made no effort to take off his trousers. His cock was a light shade of crimson, flicking his wrist, his pace quickened, as his grip tightened around his length.

After what felt like an eternity, completely lost in horror, the moment was shattered when you dropped the gift basket from your hand. It hit the floor with a loud thud, pulling you and Neuvillette back into reality.

Quickly, his head snapped up, his face twisted in surprise as his eyes met yours. He lay there, within the hot mess he’d created, shallow pants escaping from between his lips, each breath strained. 

"Oh! Archons!" you squealed, hastily covering your eyes as you turned away, the heat of embarrassment flooding your cheeks. "I... I just wanted to bring you these. These, on the floor - I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Neuvillette!" 

"No, no, it's quite alright," he replied quickly, his voice coarse, followed by the sound of him shuffling with his undergarments, then the zipping of his flyer.

" Quite alright ?! How could you say such a thing?" You bellowed, your heart racing. "I… I need to leave, I’m so sorry." Panic surged through you, and you blindly reached out for the door, desperate to escape.

However, you choked on your breath as you heard the door slam shut in front of you, the sound sharp and deafening. You jolted, as your eyes remained covered tightly by your hand, feeling a bead of sweat drip down your neck. 

"D-did you just close the door? Neuvillette? Why would you -" you asked, your voice quivering. Your hands flailed in the air, desperately searching for the handle. But you were cut off abruptly, feeling his hand grip your wrist tightly, pulling it away from your eyes.

Standing before you, you glanced up, eyes wide in shock. Neuvillette’s face was flushed, hair tousled, stray strands framing his features. Blue tethers, and more of them, shimmering and pulsing, his eyes were a brighter, fluorescent shade of aqua. Sweat dribbled from his forehead, tracing a line down to his chest.

He looked back at you, his expression stoic and unreadable. "I suppose it is no longer a secret between me and you," he said, his voice low, confusion twisted across your panicked face.

"I..." Neuvillette began, his gaze sweeping over you one last time. "I am… a dragon." The words hung in the air, leaving your mouth a gape. You could’ve come up with a thousand things he could’ve said instead, but this? This was entirely unexpected.

“What? I don’t understand, why, why do you say that?” You shook your head, taking a step back, his grip on your wrist falling. “Is this some sort of joke?”

The office fell into an awkward silence. "If what you're saying is true, then," Your eyes narrowed as confusion gave way to frustration, "then how is that relevant?! I just walked in on... on... oh! Never mind!" You threw your hands up in embarrassment, trying to push the image from your mind.

“I am in heat.”

Wide eyes, taking in his figure, he still dripped with an uncomfortable amount of sweat, the stains dark against his white shirt. In his stance, he stood tall, almost unaware, as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath he took. Once again, your eyes couldn’t help but travel lower, his cock straining within his pants, leaving a thick imprint down the side of his thigh.

If your brain could combust into flames, now was definitely the time. You winced, covering your eyes once again. “Oh, Neuvillette! What do you mean you’re in heat?!” 

His expression remained steady, unaffected. Meanwhile, you felt like you were suffocating in a wave of mortification. You wanted to run, to disappear, to forget this ever happened. 

"My apologies," he said, his footsteps drawing closer. "Come now, it’s alright," he uttered, as he gently but decisively tore your hand away from your face once again. 

You shook your head in disbelief, clutching it in a tight grasp as you swatted his hand away, whining in anguish. "I don’t understand!" 

The fact that he could remain so calm stood in contrast to the storm in your head. Deep down, you knew - this moment, this absurd, intimate shift between you - it had changed your relationship forever. There was no going back.

"I realise this information is rather difficult for a human to take in." Neuvillette tilted his head slightly, his long strands of white hair shifting, his tethers bobbing gently. His gaze remained steady, as if trying to decipher the emotions written across your face.

Slowly, in the back of your mind, it all started to add up. His strange presence, his unearthly aura. Every resident of Fontaine knew of his age, yet it was said that his lifespan was a divine gift from the Archons, but Neuvillette was not one to lie. 

Another bead of sweat ran down his forehead as his words hit you, “I… don’t know what to say.” You sighed, face remaining almost as hot as lava. “I can’t believe I just… walked in on… you…”

The pair of you stood there for a beat, in an awkward, tense silence. "I just wanted to check up on you, the way you’d left in such a hurry, you worried me.” You muttered, voice low.

Slowly, Neuvillette’s hand lifted to gently touch the side of your head. He stroked your temple softly, which made you flinch at first, before you accepted it. He continued to stroke your temple, his touch more deliberate now, grounding you, and your nerves began to settle.

A hot pulse shot through your body, like a bolt of lightning. The words that left his mouth left you speechless. "I’ve always thought you were beautiful." A soft smile crept onto his lips, tender as he looked at you. The tension in the air shifted. 

“What?” you choked out, but before you could finish, a jolt of a now electrifying pulse ran down your spine. A squeak shot through your lips, as his soft strokes to your temple soon were replaced with a soft squeeze of your cheek.

Eyeing his hand upon your head, you opened your mouth to speak, but stopped. "Normally, I'm able to contain it , but earlier, when you bent over... it just struck a chord within me," Neuvillette admitted.

Neuvillette’s hand quickly traveled down to your chest as you breathed shakily. He began to loom closer, his figure towering above you, as if you were the smallest thing in the world. 

“Neuvillette - what’s gotten into you?” Voice quivering, as your gaze followed his hand, you breathed shakily, soon feeling his hot breath surge across your face. 

“I told you, I am in heat.” He replied in a low whisper, “Do you wish to satisfy my needs? Is that why you haven’t left yet?” 

You stood still, unsure of what to say; however, after a while, his touch soon turned relentless. Toying with the course fabric of your coat, as his hand then slipped beneath its folds, fingers meeting your waistline. They travelled up and down, in a slow motion, before his thumb began to circle your hips. 

His immediate shift in demeanor made your insides twinge. One hand simply became two, sliding your coat off as he then gripped onto your waist, rubbing circles harder and harder, as he slowly pushed you towards the couch. 

You stumbled backwards, your back hitting the plush settee with a soft thud. Glancing up at him, his hair strung down, tickling the tip of your nose. His expression hadn’t faltered, but soon turned to one of lust, his eyes had grown half-lidded, complemented by the flush still set on his face.

At the back of your mind, you knew that you’d wanted this for months, but you still couldn’t shake the waves of embarrassment. It began to wash over you, shifting your gaze away in an attempt to hide your face. 

Neuvillette's slender finger reached up to your chin, gently forcing it back into place, as the action alone reminded you that his eyes were all on you. 

His finger then travelled down to your shirt, he began to unbutton it at a medium pace. Your chest rose up and down with every short breath you took, heart beating like a bunny rabbit. Soon, your skin was freed, the air nipped at it as he slid your shirt off, letting it fall onto the couch. 

Your eyes soon glanced up at his shirt, patchy and gray, as it hung loosely over his shoulders. You debated whether you should reach out, slide it off as he just did to you, but there was no need, as he undid the remainder of his buttons. 

The pair of you were soon skin to skin, as he took a seat beside you, pulling your figure onto his lap. His sheathed length pressed against your clothed sex, still wary, you decided not to melt into his touch too heatedly. 

That was before a lukewarm sensation found its way around your nipple. He propped you up higher, his hands clasping your ass, as he was eager to get a better taste. All you could do was moan, head slumping beside his, the scent of his sweat engulfing your nose. 

Soon, you let out a wince, as he harshly squeezed your ass without warning. His fingers toyed with your clothed flesh, touch almost comparable to a beast longing to rid you of any restraints.

He still eagerly sucked on your nipple, which soon turned to slight nipping. By now, your mind was elsewhere, and you’d completely melted into him. You could tell he was growing hungry, his clothed cock which strained against his trousers prodded and poked at your sex. 

A deep moans escaped your lips, as you felt his cock twitch at the sound of yourself. With a pop, he freed your nipple from his lips, he grunted shallowly as he watched the trail of saliva travel down your abdomen. 

He freed your ass from his squeezed grasp, as his fingers began to toy with the hem of your trousers, soon unbuttoning them like he did with your shirt. He toyed and toyed, but taking such a thing off in this position was rather difficult.

You huffed in frustration, eager to free the rest of your body, you silently opted to stand and pull them off yourself.

However, there was no need. A harsh rip rang out through the office. Neuvillette let out a deep grunt, muscles tense, as he split them in half with ease. A long, garish tear travelled down your trousers, causing you to glance down in surprise. 

If it were any other scenario, you’d be in uproar, but there were other matters at hand.

You watched as Neuvillette’s hand travelled lower, followed by another deep grunt as it cascaded with a moan of your own. His slim index finger swiftly pulled your undergarments to the side, as it shadowed over your hole. 

You found yourself eager and waiting until he paused. Glancing up at him, confused, his eyes knowingly met your own as he tapped your chip. Opening your mouth, you allowed his finger in, tongue curling around it as you lathered it in saliva. 

No time was to be wasted, as he soon slid it out, a trail following along as he shadowed your hole once again. A relieving, passionate moan rang from your lips as he pushed it inside. 

You coiled inwards, forehead resting upon his shoulder, as you took his finger deeper. After a pause, allowing you to adjust, he began to thrust it up and down, in and out, until you became a steaming, moaning mess.

One finger soon turned to two, as his motions grew swifter with every passing second. You licked, nipped, and whined against his shoulder, as you subconsciously began to bounce up and down, chasing that approaching high. 

It was coming, you could feel it bubbling, steaming, as it continued to build with every inch his fingers grew deeper. Yet, the feeling faltered within an instant, leaving you eager and breathless, as you just were on the brink of short-circuiting. 

“Not yet,” Neuvillette muttered lowly, sliding his fingers out of you with ease. You shot him a look of disappointment and almost began to plead, before he answered for you.

Gently, he carefully helped you off of him, as he then stood up, now unbuttoning his trousers. In silent excitement, eyeing up his bulge, you also stood to take off your ripped pair. Though before you could even start, he softly pushed you back down. 

You slumped against the couch as you noticed that his expression was not one you’d witnessed before. A shift of fabric, the sound of his zipper, a tug and then a grunt. Your eyes travelled downwards, your mouth gaping as you took in the sight in front of you.

His cock seemed a lot larger up this close, your face contorting as your nerves began to heighten. It was long, thick with girth. Precum oozed out of him like a broken faucet, as he rewarded himself with a light stroke.

You whimpered, “How… is that even going to fit?” Your eyes widened and then narrowed, tilting your head back and forth as you contemplated the question.

“It’ll fit,” Neuvillette stated bluntly, stroking himself once again. His stare grazed over you, like he was sizing you up. You couldn’t tell if you hated it, or if it was just that his shift in manner unsettled you.

Though before you could even rebut against his claim, his hands found themselves toying with your flesh once more, squeezing your thighs. He ushered you to stand, but before you could even gain your balance, he twirled you around and pushed you back against the sofa, a lot more forceful this time. 

Ass up in the air, your thoughts began to wander, reminding you of the events that morning. You waited, and waited for Neuvillette's touch to find its way back onto your body. But it never came, causing you to look over your shoulder.

A gasp escaped your lips. He’d taken his trousers completely off, and his balls were now on complete display. They looked packed to the brim, as they hung below his oozing cock. He let out a slight wince as he stroked the aching tip once more.  

“I don’t know if I’m sure about -” Your face plummeted into the couch, smushing against its pillow.

Neuvillette’s cock entered you like a bullet, stretching your hole as your walls tightly wrapped around his length. You bellowed in pain, latching onto anything you could find, as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper. 

Shallow and coarse, a string of uneven moans left Neuvillette as he held your hips firmly against his. You felt his cock twitch as it strained inside of you, drops of sweat fell from his body fell coldly against your back. 

“It hurts! It’s too big!” You squealed, trying to edge yourself away, but his grasp held you in place, reminding you there was no turning back.

“You just need to adjust, you’re tighter than I imagined.” Neuvillette choked out between hot pants.

Your eyes tightened shut, gritting your teeth together. Slowly, he began to inch his cock in and out, the squelch from his juices mixing with yours, as the lustful sound of skin slapping together became more apparent.

Louder and louder, faster and faster, you moaned and moaned. It hurt, a lot, his cock was thick and unruly against your hole, but soon the pain was replaced with pleasure. 

Neuvillette began to let himself go completely, fucking you against the couch. His hand pinned your head down to the plush surface, his foot propped up beside your ass, as your back arched in a way once thought impossible.

His other hand soon gripped onto your hip, pulling you in closer. You felt his tip hit a spot deeper, feeling the slap of his balls, sending a fiery pulse across every inch of your body. “Neuvillette!” Was all you could say between your moans.

“Repeat it,” He grunted, his grip on the back of your head tightening.

“Neuvillette!” Again, “Neuvillette!” Each time you moaned out his name you felt his cock twitch and pump harder.

At this point, you were in a mating press. His long white hair stuck ickily to your body, adding to the sensation of having your hole abused by his cock. However, you gasped as he pulled you up along with him by your hair.

Without pulling out, you felt his cock twist and turn, as he sat you up so that you were in his lap. Not a moment to spare, he bounced you up and down with ease. You bit sharply into his shoulder, every squelch and slap of skin sending you into a lustful psychosis. 

“Look at me,” He ordered, but you couldn’t. The burning sensation building inside of you was far too intense, and you no longer had a pillow to grapple onto.

Neuvillette didn’t appreciate this. He gripped your hair once more, pulling your face away from his shoulder. Through half-lidded eyes, mouth wide open, you both breathed shakily, as you both looked at each other. 

He looked a mess, hair tousled, flushed cheeks, yet, his beauty remained untouched. If anything, it was more striking like this. Raw, unguarded, and real. There was intensity in his gaze, and it made your heart stammer in your chest.

He looked back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as his movements grew slower, almost hesitant, sloppy, even. His hands left your ass, hovering in the air for a moment. 

You didn’t understand if he was out of breath, if he wanted you to ride him. That was until his strong, muscular arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you upwards as he thrusted his cock deeper than ever. 

Whatever noise that left your mouth was certainly one you hadn’t made before. Relentless, he fucked you harder as he squeezed you tightly against him. You could hardly breathe, head growing dizzy, as your abdomen began to do somersaults. 

“Neuvillette! I’m gonna cum!” You bellowed, his cock not once faltered in abusing your insides.

Your breaths mingled with his, filling whatever space was left between you in a desperate rhythm. Overwhelmed, your body trembled as the moment rose. You reached your high, walls tightly engulfing his cock, making it harder for him to thrust.

Neuvillette soon followed, his breath warm against your cheek, as deep moans weren’t hard to escape his pursed lips. The intense pressure made your skin tingle, as his voice vibrated from his chest.

One last time, you felt his cock twinge once more, before, he unloaded the entire contents of his balls inside of you. He pressed you down deeply, as if his cock was a spear, not wanting to spare even a drop of his cum. 

Neuvillette quivered as he filled you to the brim, grip still fiercely tight around you. You gasped as you felt it dribble out, running down your inner thighs, soon meeting the couch's surface. 

The pair of you were far too exhausted to care about the aftermath. Whatever mess had been made, whatever mark left behind, it didn’t matter. All that existed now was the shared silence, the heavy breathing, and sweat merging in a sticky sequence. 

After a momentary pause, regaining energy, Neuvillette’s grip softened, shifting into something more tender as he pulled you into a quiet, heartfelt embrace. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, breath still unsteady. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, as if the weight of everything had finally caught up to him.

“It’s okay,” you muttered back, your voice soft against his skin. “I… I enjoyed it.” The words felt fragile leaving your lips, but honest.

You rested together in the quiet, the room dim and still. Faint lamplight flickered across the walls, and the air was thick with warmth and the scent of… something sticky. Outside, the world felt far away, like this moment belonged only to you and Neuvillette.

Soon, his cock, which remained nestled deep inside you, began to grow soft. More of his cum began to spill, creating a rather large pool around you both. You went to lift yourself off of him, but his hand gently stopped you, holding you in place.

“You can’t,” he said softly, his voice steady but carrying a hint of something deeper. 

“Why?” you asked. You looked up at him, waiting for an answer. He avoided your gaze, tussling with his hair as he pulled a strand stuck to his chin away.

“I’ve knotted.” He replied, you lifted an eyebrow, until a flicker of realization crossed your mind. For a moment, you were speechless, the reality in that you’d just fucked a dragon finally clicking in your mind.

Even if you wanted to move, you realized there was nothing you could do. The thought of causing him discomfort made you pause, and so you stayed, sinking deeper into his embrace, allowing yourself to relax in his arms.

After a short while, he broke the silence, his voice tentative. “We’re still friends, aren’t we?” His words hung in the air, a hint of uncertainty behind them as he searched your expression for reassurance.

You thought for a moment, guilt panging in your chest. The innocence of his question, so simple yet loaded, “Of course we are,” you replied softly, offering him a reassuring smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you,” he said, his chest rumbling as the sound of his voice carried out low and smooth. A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Perhaps next time, I can take you out on a date first.”

You both laughed softly, the sound barely more than a breath, but it eased his lingering worries. Wrapped in each other’s arms, with warmth settling between you like a quiet promise, you let the silence speak for itself.

A/N: I really rushed this towards the end. I know it’s lacking some depth and is just a bit off, but I really can’t be bothered to go back and rewrite it. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad, I hope you enjoyed!

[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

— wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, leona, AZUL, dan heng, BLADE, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, sampo, diavolo, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

tagging : @fictoculus @poison-demon @mitsvriii @pianopuppygirl @sleepy-waffle @falors @imhere2dosomething @moondrop-gummies @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[bl6ks5wan]

“What beautiful necklaces you’re wearing, my dear. You look so breathtaking with them.” “These are your bite marks…”

A pained groan escapes you as you press your hand against his face, pushing him as much as possible away from your neck, to which he lets out a protesting sound. The distance between his face and your neck stays only for a few more seconds before he manages to press himself back into his rightful place.

His nose softly rubs against the red teeth marks that he’d left on your delicate skin. The soft rubbing against the- by now red- aching area on your neck is shortly after replaced by the feel of his lips. It also doesn’t take long till you feel the familiar heat of his breath ghost over your irritated skin, readying himself for another bite -another mark-, like an predator that is going to sink his teeth deep into his prey. To claim his price and taste his award.

“Stop it-“ your voice commands, yet the words go right through one ear and then back out of the other. Grabbing a fistful of his hair you tug his head back, making him meet your glare. He silently takes in your expression, how the glare seems to lack the actual anger and how your cheeks seem to be covered with an adorable blush.

“Hah… my apologies- but I haven’t finish my work.”, he responds while his gaze drifts back down to the various bite marks and hickeys that were trailing from your neck to your shoulders. In his eyes these were like delicately crafted necklaces, specially made only for you to wear and only him to see. The hickeys were like gems, making the final touches to the already beautiful masterpiece.

His lips part slightly to let his tongue lick over them as his gaze returns to your eyes. His fingers softly squeez your waist before they slide down to your hips and thighs. “I promise, only one last bite and I shall leave you in peace”, he whispers softly as he slides down, down to your -so far spared- thighs. “Only… one last… nibble,” he promises as his lips press a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh while he keeps eye contact. You both know it’s a lie but it also would be a lie if you said you didn’t like it.

He just loves to cover you up with his marks far too much. It’s like an addiction to him. One he doesn’t wish to get rid off.

- DOTTORE, Pantalone, Wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, Zhongli, AYATO, Dan Heng, Aventurine, JING YUAN, MALLEUS, Jade, Lilia, CROWLEY, Solomon, LUCIFER, MAMMON, Satan

[r3stingangel]

You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.

A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.

It pisses me tf off

[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"my wife shouldn't pay when I'm around," he had said when you were about to pay for something, holding out his card before you could pull out yours.

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[box-artist]

I love dragons

Badly drawn art strikes once more

[constellationguy]

Lies the Genshin Men say

*little explicit here and there*

Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu

The Harbingers

Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.

Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.

Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.

Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.

Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.

Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.

Mondstadt

Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.

Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.

Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.

Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.

Liyue

Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.

Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.

Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.

Inazuma

Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.

Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.

Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.

Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.

Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.

Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.

Sumeru

Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.

Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.

Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.

Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.

Fontaine

Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.

Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.

Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.

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Asking them to scent something

Cw: omegaverse

Neuvillette

Stunned the one he's courting wants him to scent something for them but is more than happy to do so. Scents whatever they want such as a scarf though if they want him to scent something much larger he gets a little flustered especially if it's a blanket as it will most definitely be added to their nest. Will offer to give them something of his if they need more of his scent especially if they plan on added it to their nest. Doesn't mind if they give him back his stuff washed clean of their scent but is a little disappointed he can't smell them. May ask for them to scent something of his in return like a handkerchief so he can keep it with him when they must be away from each other for some time.

Wriothesley

Almost chokes on his tea but is more than willing to scent something for the one he's courting. He'll scent anything they give him but will tease them a little if they want him to scent something they're going to add to their nest saying he could just join them instead with a wink. Will absolutely get flustered if they say he can join them in their nest next time. Prefers to offer them personal items such as blankets or towels to add to their nest since his clothes might smell like oil, sweat, blood, or other things. Teases them if they wash whatever items they return asking what could they have possibly done for them to need to be washed but is a little sad there isn't any trace of their scent left. Happily accepts anything they wish to give him with their scent and keeps it in his room so he can enjoy their scent without interruption.

Wanderer

Looks at them like they're stupid but he's thrilled they want something that smells like him even if his scent is faint. Since he's not built like most alphas/betas/omegas he has to scent their clothes differently. He'll wear whatever item they want him to scent for sometime so the item naturally absorbs a bit of his woody scent and then place the item in a box filled with his favorite tea and leave it there to absorb that scent as well. If that's not enough he'll have a custom perfume made so that he can spray whatever they want in his own personal scent. Doesn't care either way if they wash whatever item they return as he's unbothered by scents in the first place though he wouldn't mind smelling like them.

Albedo

Another whose scent is rather faint so he has to do things a little differently in order to scent whatever they wish. He does a bit of experimenting to strengthen his own scent but when that doesn't work he tries alternative methods. He'll work with the one he's courting to figure out what his scent smells like and make a custom perfume using those items so they have something that smells like him on hand. He'll also make one based in their scent for himself as he's mostly away for long periods of time that anything they do scent for him will have lost it by the time he does reach for it. Isn't bothered if they wash whatever they might have borrowed before returning it as he might have actually forgotten he'd lent that item in the first place.