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https-furina · 1 year ago

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✎ i wasn’t ready to say goodbye [various men - part two] ft. lyney, zhongli, childe, ayato, alhaitham, cyno & tighnari x fem!reader content: angst, heavy trigger warnings for death, blood, injuries, gore & murder, fontaine archon quest spoilers (lyney), hurt no comfort, suggestive for a moment (zhongli), sumeru archon quest spoilers (alhaitham), ooc ayato (i'm not confident with him, sorry) not proofread.

detective's notes. this is the second part to the 'i wasn't ready to say goodbye' series i've started following aly's request, which is part one and you can find it here.

lyney put a lot of trust and faith into you the moment you'd uttered precious sweet nothings to him and promises you swore you'd keep. the magician was hopeful that for once potentially things were going right, he was landing on his feet if it wasn't for the heavy, nagging feeling working for the fatui left on his shoulders. it suffocated him, no matter how many loving smiles you'd send his way. he could drown every moment in your familiar scent - his home, his four walls but it would never rid him of his actions.

even when he so blindly puts that trust and faith into the auspicious blond traveler travelling teyvat and bringing nothing but destruction in their wake.

a shaking gloved hand reaches out for your silhouette against the backdrop of crackling fires, embers rising into the deep night sky like fireflies. dilated lilac eyes search your facial expressions but they keep trailing that to that blade piercing through your abdomen, soaked in the precious liquid you need so desperately. he doesn't understand - he didn't do anything wrong. he'd followed every rule in the book, he'd been a good man, he swears! yet that look of fear on your face and the hatred in the traveler's eyes... he's lost. the traveler yanks their arm back, withdrawing their sword without another word. no explanation, nothing that could ease lyney's mind as he rushes forward to catch you in his arms, falling to the floor with you when your vision darkens. the loss of the blade in your wound results in a heavier blood loss, nothing is there to stagger the waterfall that leaks through your attire and lyney is desperately pressing his hands to your wound but to no avail. "y/n?" he murmurs, panicked and breathless as he hyperventilates and his eyes burn from tears. your eyelashes are fluttering, lips parted as shallow breaths escape you but no words come out. you do not respond, prompting lyney to continue begging you, "please, hold on, i'm sorry - i'm so sorry y/n-" he doesn't care to know where the traveler disappeared to. the fires roar louder in his ears, competing with the rush of blood that's sending him crazy. he can hear his own pulse thudding, heavy as he watches the light drain from your eyes. words are flurrying from his lips, his voice cracking as he wonders whether begging to the hydro archon will get him anywhere. but it doesn't when your tense shoulders fall limp, your head rolling to the side as one last breath intakes into your lungs. he promised you his work would never affect you. he promised the traveler his eternal loyalty and the concept that he was a good guy. he never lied but when he's sobbing into the crook of your neck, hugging your body close, he can't help but think his entire being was built on a web of tightly knit lies created by the fatui.

zhongli vowed that falling in love with a mortal would be unwise, he knew from the very start when amber eyes as warm as cor lapis landed on you from across the room. it was like there was a pull, a tug in your direction and the benevolent man had no choice but to approach - just like that you had the archon wrapped around your finger, not that you knew. he couldn't tell you, no, that would be even more unwise and he'd already made one grave mistake swallowing pretty moans when his lips pressed to yours in the dead of the night.

but if it had protected you from those who wanted his blood, who wanted him to hurt and his heart to ache, would it have been wise? for then, he would not have to relive this stabbing grief once more.

sal terrae remained one of his favourite spots of his country, with dazzling waterfalls and memoirs of the god of salt - a memory long drifting away - he could spend days here, camped out under a tree and listening to the calm that nature brings. but this is not the sal terrae he remembers, no. not the blood splattered on the dirt ground beneath you or the way there's a small, delicate red river trickling out of the corner of the mouth he'd kissed so many times before. he should have known not to trust the fatui the way he had whilst they were in liyue - specifically that damn ginger harbinger and the bank. he scowls, brows knitting together as he hesitantly takes a step forward. he considers whether you'll yell at him, scream and cry out in anger for his mistakes. after all, perhaps you would have not been pierced in the chest so brutally had he protected you and even more so, if he hadn't lied about his identity. you don't. you gasp out for breath, choking on blood as you cough it up. it dribbles down your chin, an horrific scene. he'd seen many in his thousands of years walking teyvat, he'd seen so much mortal blood it felt like water by this point but seeing your specific blood clawed at his heart. he wishes he could forget the vision, forget the way there are tears glittering as they spill down your cheeks. zhongli feels an immense amount of guilt and he knows the heavy weight of it will drag on his ankles for the rest of his existence. "z-zhongli?" you croak out, your vision blurring as you make out the tall man from where he stands. you reach out, your hand covered in your own blood from where you were just holding your chest. blood seeps through your clothing, the reality is starting to hit zhongli more. he approaches quicker, hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wipe your tears. he isn't sure how to comfort you - perhaps he can't. the adrenaline is fading, you're feeling the burn of your wound every time you gasp for breath. your lungs hurt, your head feels light. zhongli wraps an arm around your waist quickly when your knees give in, lowering you to the ground softly. he kneels at your side, swallowing the lump in his throat. "i'm... i'm sorry, my love..." he whispers, unsure if that's the apology he wants to drop right now. you're fading in and out of consciousness, your bloodied hand clutching at his coat as if he's the one who is going to fade away at any moment now. zhongli grimaces, the unfamiliar sting of tears in his eyes as he watches the way your chest doesn't rise again.

childe cherishes you to the point of possession. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, he'll remind you at least once daily. if it doesn't come out of his mouth verbally, he'll show it in the form of actions, gifts, anything he can consider a love language - you have to convince him that killing people who look in your direction is not a love language.

his wealth brings unnecessary trouble as well as his association with the northland bank. there are many souls in liyue who would crave for an ounce of it, at any means possible.

he doesn't remember ever giving you a reason to leave the front door wide open - not that you need a reason but it's the peak of winter in liyue and you always complain at the thought of heat escaping through cracks in the window. upon closer inspection, the harbinger sees that the door handle is busted, hanging on by a limb. there's a sudden pang of anxiety in his chest, his gloved hand pushing the door wide open. childe is met with the sights of shattered glass and broken pottery, porcelain decorating wooden floorboards. there's a lump in his throat now, making it hard to breathe as he calls your name out and begins to frantically search your shared house. he can hear your whimpers, your soft begs to not hurt you as he approaches the kitchen. there's a bloodied kitchen knife on the floor beside you but his eyes land sooner on the puddle of deep red liquid staining your clothes and the floorboards beneath you. the blood is seeping from your neck, your voice strangled and gurgled when you cough up more blood onto the floor. your fearful eyes meet his blue ones and you choke out a sob. "c-childe- ajax.." you cry out any name you can but it's barely a whisper when you finally realise there's no one else here to attack you. his eyes are cold, his blood running even colder when he grips at the bow in his hands, his knuckles turning white and he swears he'll kill whoever did this to you. he swears that they'll feel his wraith, he'll spill their blood and he'll taint teyvat's ocean with it until they remember his archons forsaken name. when he doesn't respond to his name, you sob once more and he snaps to reality, dropping his bow as he kneels at your side. he peels his gloves off, his hands still warm as he clears your neck to look at your wound clearer. you wince, whimpering and whining at any form of contact as you grow fainter, hands weakly grabbing at childe's clothing. "i'll kill them, i swear baby - i'll make them pay, they'll regret ever coming near you-" childe's tone is sharp, stabbing the solemn air as you struggle to breathe, gasping for your final breaths. you can't even form the words to argue back against him, to tell him that killing people doesn't solve everything. that silence kills him. it sends him insane as he watches you helplessly die in front of him. he hyperventilates, brows knit together in frustration. you were supposed to argue back, tell him he's wrong. why didn't you? he shakes your shoulders gently but you're limp, unresponsive.

ayato is not a man of many words nor actions, you should have seen it coming the moment you married a socialiate, let alone the head of his clan. the man has an image to maintain and that is not limited to the likes of his wife either. you do not mind, heavily avoiding the limelight of inazuma's tabloids. ayato can do many things to protect you from scenarios like that as the commissioner of the yashiro commission.

he could not have foreseen enemy clans using you, his devoted wife against him and he could have not particularly predicated this scenario.

"who did this?" his words cut the silence, it's tense and heavy. all that resonates in the courtyard is your desperate gasps for breath, your brows knitted together as you try to recall anything about your attackers but nothing comes of it. there's no one but the two of you around, ayato had long sent everyone on a wild goose chase to find who did this to you. red soaks the white of his sleeves, hanging in the pool of blood you lay in. ayato lets out a shaking breath, there's a tight feeling in his chest. did he feel guilt? potentially. he trusted himself enough to protect you, he swore he'd never fail you. it seems he'd failed himself in that regard too. "i-i... love you..." you whisper shakily, weak and barely audible above the winds of inazuma that blow through the kamisato estate's courtyard. ayato grimaces, a cool hand cupping the soft skin of your cheek. shadowed eyes belonging to that of your beloved husband drink in the sights of your blemishes, your insecurities - the things that he has forever found beautiful. "yes... yes, i know, dear," he reassures softly, his voice cracking ever-so-slightly as he gives you a broken smile, "i love you too." you're beginning to fade out of consciousness, the blood loss taking you in its toll when your chest becomes heavy and you're struggling to find the strength to breathe. ayato coaxes you to keep going, to keep trying for him. just hold on a little longer, he promises, clasping your bloodied hands in his. he does not care for the liquid staining his clothing, it is yours and anything of yours is precious to him. but his reassurances and promises begin to fall on deaf ears when he is the only person left breathing in the courtyard of his home, his sacred sanctuary he swore would be safe for you. it's always been safe for him but as he cries out into the night, exposing his vulnerability in the moment of being alone, he wonders why it could have not been for you, truly.

alhaitham claims he has no reasoning for falling in love. he's a busy man, especially when he's thrust into the role of the acting grand safe following his expeditions helping the traveler free lesser lord kusanali. but between stacks of paperwork and arguing with one particular blond in the house of daena, turquoise eyes find you, another ordinary scholar of the akademiya. he swears he had no intentions of knowing you further than polite words shared as you pass each other in the halls.

is that why months later when he doesn't hear from you while you're out researching in the desert, he decides to go searching for you in a worry he'd never voice aloud?

thick, red liquid is binding the sand together under you, dripping from your open wound across your side. your attire is ripped, the wind occasionally blowing sharp granules of sand onto your exposed wound and causing you to yell out in pain. alhaitham is pale, his eyes wide. he should have trusted his gut sooner when you stopped writing back to him, keeping him updated on your adventures out in the desert. better yet, perhaps he should have just came with you in the first place. there are no polite words shared in the heavy atmosphere as you pant for breath. alhaitham is no better, struggling to breathe at the sight of one of the only people he'd allowed this close bleeding out in front of him. his eyes don't leave your wound, you're way too far from the bimarstan for him to get you help. you fall to your knees and alhaitham follows, his hands fumbling as he struggles to remove his cloak and wrap it around your shoulders. you're in the middle of the desert and yet you're drenched in a cold sweat, hugging his cloak around you tighter. you breathe in his familiar scent, it's warm and hugs you back. it's comforting when the wound burns harsher on your side. alhaitham should have known better than to let you venture into the desert alone, the guilt biting at him aggressively when he pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your hair. he drinks you in, feeling your shallow breaths against the shell of his ear. he listens helplessly as the seconds between your breaths become longer and they become quieter to the point he no longer feels them anymore. he refuses to pull away from you, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as your skin turns cold beneath him. he's in denial, his breaths struggled when your arms fall from around him, limp. just a little longer... he'll wake up and you'll be in front of his desk once more, that wide smile almost rubbing off on him.

cyno warned you the moment you'd figured you had a chance at getting so close to the general mahamatra - he worked a dangerous job and not only that, he himself was a dangerous man. yet you were stubborn, initiating a conversation with him any chance you got. had he been on an expedition recently? did he have any criminal arrest stories to tell your curious mind? cyno could almost chuckle at how much his work did not seem to bother a citizen like you.

he should have held his breath as he ran from the akademiya to treasures street, having been told of a murder happening in broad daylight of sumeru's summer.

"what happened?" "oh archons.." "is she dead?" cyno scowls at all the voices, the questions, the intrusion of a victim's privacy as he pushes through the crowds of civilians. his brows are knit together, trying to comprehend the idea that someone would be brave enough to commit such a vile act in broad daylight like this. a matra tries to stop him, reassuring him the case is covered but cyno shakes his head, pushing further. ruby eyes fall to the body that lies on the ground, half covered by a white sheet. the pavement below is pooled in blood that seeps through the cracks and stains the cream colour of the tiles, soaking into the white sheet being used cover for privacy. he takes note of that familiar anklet around the victim's ankle and it feels as though his whole world just came crashing. "general mahamatra, sir?" the matra from before asks wearily, appearing beside him as cyno is yet to say anything. there's a lump in cyno's throat that won't budge even though he keeps swallowing, he tries to put it down to dehydration in the summer heat but he's never struggled before, "eremites, sir." cyno wanders to you slowly, catching sight of the way your familiar hair spills out from underneath the sheet. he was hoping that the anklet was just coincidence, it was a gift from him when he'd ventured to aaru village one day but that was most definitely your hair - it was definitely your hand that peeked from the cloth. he shakily reaches for it, attempting to keep his calm in front of so many eyes. the voices whisper, gasps and sorrowful when he kneels next to your body in a rigid silence, his knuckles white from his grip on your cold hand. he chews his tongue, hoping you'll wake up and scold him for having such a strong grip and not being more gentle but you don't budge. the sheet doesn't lift, the blood doesn't disappear as if it was a bad dream. he knew you'd be in danger at his side. he has enemies, many of them. ones he has never cared for before, never bothered to utter an ounce of consideration in their direction but the man was very much aware of their existence. you was a weak spot for him, a vulnerable moment with soft, shared kisses and gentle, lingering touches. he should have known. the guilt eats at him, it follows him to bed that night where the empty pillow beside him witnesses his pillow soak in salty tears.

tighnari was head over heels from the beginning. you'd finished your studies in the amurta darshan and had promptly beelined for the avidya forest to gandharva ville, much happier out in the nature than you had been cooped up in the house of daena. if anything, he also saw you as the most dedicated forest ranger in gandharva ville. he loved that particularly.

he related to your need to protect the avidya forest with your life, you was so passionate about it but he didn't expect you to physically use your life to protect it.

there was definitely something protruding from your chest, no amount of blinking was going to make it vanish now. tighnari's tail droops as he rushes to your side, sending one last arrow in the direction of a treasure hoarder, piercing him in the neck. you're alone now, left in a vulnerable state as tighnari eases you against the green grass you've valued more than your own life. "nari?" you ask softly, confused as to why those precious, fluffy ears were flattened against black hair the way that they were. tighnari assumed the adrenaline of battle hadn't fully worn off and you had caught a glimpse of the arrow buried into your heart, which was beginning to slow its pulse as it keeps your body going. blood oozes out of your ranger uniform, something you wore with the utmost pride. "i'm here, love," he chokes out, a sharp sensation stinging at emerald eyes as he pulls his gaze away from the arrow lodged in your chest to those eyes he treasured so much, "you know i love you - right? you'll always... be mine?" your brows knit together, eyes glancing over his face. why does he look so sad? the concept of him reminding you foxes mate for life was nothing new but he always seemed so joyous when he'd remind you - this was different. there's a stiff feeling in your chest and your eyes fall down to it, where tighnari's gloved hand is gently laid around an arrow pierced into your skin. he's not attempting to pull at it nor apply pressure, he is simply keeping his hand close to the thing that meant the most to him - your heart, specifically while it's still beating. "i love you too, nari." you finally realise what's happening, the corners of your vision going dark and hazy as you admire the fox male once more. he'll be the last thing you see, laying on the grass of your home, the avidya forest. he'll be your last comfort, the last thing you smell and touch. you know it was reckless to have put your life on the line in such a way but you would have done anything to protect the forest. tighnari lets out a wail into the calm of the avidya forest, praying that someone hears his cries of sorrow. your skin is cold to touch hours later but tighnari has not left your side, his tail curled around your body with only an emptiness left in his chest in your absence.

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medspaline · 10 months ago

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yupuffin · 1 year ago

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Alhaitham and Neuvillette: Of Gentle Giants and Stoic Softies

⚠️Spoilers for Sumeru archon quests, as well as Fontaine archon quests acts 1 and 2 ahead. Read at your own discretion.

As a fan of Alhaitham since his initial appearance in the game (you may remember me from my "Alhaitham Propaganda" posts), I've found player reactions (as well as my own) to Neuvillette amusing to observe. Many aspects of their fan reception have been almost identical, owing to their strikingly similar mannerisms--both stoic, mysterious, and conventionally attractive, falling firmly under the "tall, dark, and handsome" archetype.

It's true that Alhaitham and Neuvillette are similar characters, both superficially and deeper down. However, they do exhibit some key differences in personality; in addition to resulting in subtle but distinct discrepancies of player opinion of these two characters, I believe this comparison makes it particularly intriguing to anticipate Neuvillette's further character development as the Fontaine lore expands and the story continues.

Alhaitham and Neuvillette both exhibit a blunted affect (also called flat affect), essentially meaning that they are not very expressive--at least, according to typical social expectations. However, this does not necessarily indicate that they don't feel emotions at all; in fact, it's possible to perceive and interpret their emotional cues, such as changes in facial expression or vocal tone, with relative ease, so long as they are not held to said social norms.

In real life, flat affect can either be simply a matter of personality, or a symptom of neurodivergent conditions such as autism, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), or schizoid personality disorder (SzPD). People with blunted or flat affects are often misinterpreted as callous, hostile, or untrustworthy, or even completely emotionless, simply because their individual modes of expression do not match widely held social expectations.

This was certainly the case with Alhaitham, who, after a brief but impactful appearance in one act of the Sumeru archon quests, was almost invariably regarded by fans as highly suspicious, and commonly called a "walking red flag."

Moreover, several other characters' quotes about Alhaitham suggest that they think he is coldly rational and, according to Kaveh's opinion, has no feelings at all. While Alhaitham's extended collaboration with the Traveler ultimately proved that he was indeed a reliable ally, most other characters continue to regard him as entirely unapproachable.

Within canon, Neuvillette is also accused of being cold and apathetic. When Navia and the Traveler visit Neuvillette in his office to request records of a potential person of interest in the case regarding her late father, and come up empty-handed, Neuvillette verbally offers his sympathy; however, Navia, seized by grief, raises her voice against him for being dishonest and heartless. When Navia and company leave the palace, it is raining, indicating that Neuvillette--who is heavily implied to be the legendary Hydro Dragon by this point--was, in fact, genuinely moved to tears.

In contrast, though, beyond canon, cursory observation suggests that Neuvillette's reception by players has been largely positive, with fans readily describing him as "kind" and "sweet" despite his flat demeanor. The suspicion with which Alhaitham was met due to said demeanor appears all but absent.

Evidently, finding a potential reason for this difference requires delving deeper into their emotional patterns.

Indeed, in addition to being stoic, both Alhaitham and Neuvillette demonstrate sensitivity and openness to others' perspectives, integrity, and emotional experiences, which should accurately lend them both to the description of "sweet" or "compassionate." The Traveler's early interactions with them bear striking similarities: in the case of the Sumeru story, Alhaitham explicitly gives the Traveler the option to refuse to collaborate with him--which, historically, is highly unusual among suspiciously wealthy characters seeking a deal with the Traveler--and in Fontaine, Neuvillette's first conversation with the Traveler involve him apologizing for making the silence between them so awkward and offering to partake in conversation as a remedy.

What sets these two characters apart is their understanding of other peoples' emotional and rational processes--in Neuvillette's case, a lack thereof.

Alhaitham exhibits, through his words and actions in the Sumeru archon quests, at multiple points, a deep understanding of human emotions and thought patterns as phenomena that are at once predictable and volatile. He utilizes this understanding to forge trusting connections with strangers and to anticipate reactions of Akademiya personnel in order to infiltrate the House of Daena and overthrow the Grand Sage.

On the other hand, Neuvillette seems to lack a complete understanding of human emotional tendencies; whether this is due to a strongly held past misconception or simply naivete is still unclear. While Neuvillette is highly sensitive to other people's feelings in the moment once he becomes aware of them, he, unlike Alhaitham, acknowledges a personal failures to understand human thought processes and feelings in general, which forms the crux of his development as a character in the first two acts of the Fontaine archon quests as the true details of the Callas case come to light.

This is one aspect of Neuvillette's character that I believe contributes to his difference in fan reception from Alhaitham: inexperience and naivete are typically considered endearing traits, and, when paired with his blunted affect and seemingly permanent scowl, lend themselves to a sort of "gap moe"--perceived allure or "cuteness" stemming from a discrepancy in expectations of how a character should act based on their appearance, compared with how they actually behave.

Additionally, Neuvillette, despite his blunted affect, whether by virtue of profession or personality (likely both), appears to care a good deal about what others think of him, as suggested by his willingness to (attempt to) befriend, comfort, and reconcile with the Traveler and Navia.

As a result, Neuvillette's flat affect seems more superficially acceptable than in the case of Alhaitham, who vocally does not care at all about others' perceptions of him; Alhaitham's strong sense of self-preservation and self-assurance causes him to appear invulnerable, if not threatening, both within and beyond canon. He simply makes no attempt whatsoever to appear polite solely to appeal to social expectations. However, this is not due to a lack of kindness or compassion, as he, while highly logical and rational, by no means believes he is infallible, and readily apologizes to the Traveler upon recognizing that his actions were potentially harmful to them.

Still, the misperception of Alhaitham as a suspicious person is pervasive enough that other characters and fans alike hesitate to acknowledge him as an approachable and trustworthy person (a fact he canonically uses to his advantage to avoid "unnecessary social endeavors" and lead a peaceful life in which he largely keeps to himself).

Neuvillette might enjoy a similar luxury; his flat affect and intimidating demeanor are indeed practical in a court setting, where they amplify his authoritative presence. Like with Alhaitham, it only takes putting aside typical social expectations and getting to know him on a more individual level to understand that he is not as callous or hostile as he appears. Though the Fontaine story has yet to reveal whether this leads other characters to leave him alone in more mundane social settings, fan opinion of him certainly indicates that players have picked up on his compassionate tendencies due to quirks in his behavior, which was not more generally the case for Alhaitham, at least not until the Sumeru story had progressed much further.

Given that flat affect should itself be, ideally, not considered a character flaw, and therefore should not be "cured," I'm intrigued to see where Neuvillette's character development goes as his character story, as well as that of Fontaine at large, continues to unfold. For example, Alhaitham grew visibly more comfortable with the Traveler's presence over the course of the story, expressing more personal and emotional vulnerability and even allowing the Traveler to enter his house. I'm curious to see whether Neuvillette will follow similar tendencies.

(I'm willing to bet that he will, given that Genshin Impact is a gacha game and characters are deliberately designed to have their own personal charms to make them appealing, but I can't claim to be able to predict exactly what will happen regardless.)

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eileenslibrary · 8 months ago

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Bisous

Nuevillette x F! Reader

A/N: His banner is after Chiori and I haven't had the chance to write for him so I decided to write something with high spice. (The male Version will be out shortly I just need to edit the clothing etc, will link both at the top of the pages)

MDNI

Warnings: Smut!, Pure filth!, Blow Jobs M! Recivieng!, Bottom/Switch Nuevi!, Dom Reader!, Nuevi has 2 dicks due to being a dragon!

(Skin Color, Body, Facial Features, And Height are not mentioned in this fic, people who align with she/her, or she/them are welcomed to this work of fiction)

Word count: 1207

(You visit your dear lover at work with his lunch and a little surprise.)

You stand in the mirror of your workplace bathroom, looking at the pretty lavender dress that hugs you in the good-est of ways, you slip your work clothes into your purse and walk to your desk picking up his lunch that he “left at home” (You hid it so you had a reason to visit him, he rarely actually does this) you smirk waving to the front desk clerk and practically skip to Palais Mermonia.

You let your legs lead you to his office you let the door close behind you, locking the door behind you, he looks up at you, and his eyes widen at the dress you wore. His face flushes a bright red at your clothing, and he shifts in his seat “You left your lunch at home” you hum striding to his desk placing the box on the wood, and placing both of your palms upon the golden paint of the desk, you lean down just enough to meet his eyes from his sitting position “Ah, it seems I did” his eyes flick to the box then trail back up to your face, you stand upright and slowly make it to his chair, his breath speeds up as you trace your fingers on his shoulders, digging into the stressed muscles “I do hope you’ve taken a break sometime today?” you whisper into his ear, a shiver ripples down his spine as you nibble on the lobe of his ear “I haven’t yet my dear” he leans forward when you brush his long hair from his back “Then how about you take one now” you speak in a sultry tone before nipping at his neck “My poor Iudex” he lets out a quiet whimper at your teasing, his gloved hands come to cover his face in embarrassment “Don’t get shy on me now Nuevi” he feels your hands trail down his chest as you kiss up his neck, “Do you want this?” “Yes” he groans when you undo the clasp on his robes “Okay Tell me if you want me to stop” you hush in his pointed ear he stutters your name quietly when you yank his hands from his face so you can slip the sleeves down his shoulders, only his blue vest and white undershirt remain when he stands so you can remove the robe “Here or the couch?” you question as you hand the robe on the back of his chair, you hear him mumble “Couch.”

you let a sigh escape you, he watches you unbutton his vest and as you also slip it down his arms and put it on his seat, he is surprised when you lead him to the couch expecting you to undress him fully, you sit him down and have him lean fully back and find purchase upon his lap. He feels your warm hands run over the flimsy fabric of the undershirt until eventually, you undo his shirt as well carefully making sure the ruff isn’t damaged. You also bring his gloved hands to yours, removing those as well, you look into his eyes, the lavender color of them hypnotizing as you can’t help but let yourself get lost in his beauty “My beautiful hydro dragon” your hands cup his cheeks, his eyes close when you stroke the side of his face. You sit for a moment letting the intimacy flow at the moment, his eyes open when you move to the ground, he groans louder than expected making his eyes widen and one of his hands clasps over his mouth “You’ll be the death of me dear” he mumbles behind his palm you just gaze up at him leaning your arms on his knees resting your head upon them “Whatever could you mean my Iudex” you flirt toying with the knee high boot spats you blink “innocently” up at him as he shifts in his spot, noticing how you ignore his growing problem “Do you want something dearest” you tease letting your hands spread his knees making enough room for you to slip between the space “P-please darling, touch me” his hands cover his red face after he speaks “Still so bashful? Haven’t we been doing this for quite a while to be bashful” you chuckle making his pleasureful torment drag on, he sighs when your hands find his thighs trailing up the fabric until you find the button on Nuevillette’s pants, you undo his pants and help bring down his under garments enough for his cocks to slip out, the flushed pink tips leaking with precum as he wiats for your touch, finally you let your finger trail over the prominent vein on the side of his larger cock, your face flushes when you hear him moan lowly a long drawled out curse following after when you wrap a hand around the bases as best you can, he lets his desire trickle into his heart as he parts his fingers so he can see you, your eyes stare back at him, Nuevillette lets a pant past his bruised lips as he desperately tries to keep quiet, you let your tongue run up one of his shafts until you swirls across the head, pleasure runs through him making his resolve erode even more, he watches as you take him into your mouth your hands wrap around the second one and begin pumping it.

The Iudex finally gives in and lets his head fall back using only one hand to cover his mouth his other finds your hair running his finger through it until he cups the back of your head “F-fuck” you hear him cuss as you force more of him into your mouth, being careful of your teeth, you look up at him, his long white hair now messy and undone from his other hand running through it, his chest glimmering with sweat under the lights in his office as he lets out ragged breaths from the pleasuret, his pointed ears a slight pink as his head leans to the side eyes shut. You finally slide him in fully, and you begin bobbing your head feeling his hand tighten in your hair, you breathe in through your nose as tears form at the corners of your eyes when you force him to the back of your throat again, drool slips past your lips at the action. He tugs your hair lightly and pushes you back down, trying to avoid choking you, his eyes peer down at you watching as your dewy eyelashes fall closed, he pants out your name when you brush your thumb against the tip of his other dick. “S-shit I’m close hon” he whimpers throwing his head back when you fondle his balls, his lavender eyes roll back and dam bursts, and he stutters out harsh breaths as his orgasm washes through him like a tidal wave, getting his cum all over you in the long run ‘Oh well’ you think smirking you slip your mouth off of him and kiss his forehead, turning to go grab a glass of water for him, but he grabs you hand and pulls you into his chest “We are not finished yet, sweetheart” he states his hands slipping to the hem of your dress~

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