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k-chips · 10 months ago
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⛓️🌧️
“Even your sense of humor centers around the law.”
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d3adseas · 3 months ago
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nyavillette is just as stoic as the real deal, huh?
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inouyeku · 3 months ago
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You know how neuvillette summons his glass through his water powers(?) , what if he could do it with people too.
headcanon, fluff, mention of being married, use of the word partner for reader ♡
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Like imagine after a long day of work, and yet he still has to stay late into the night for a few more hours, and he's just having an overall bad day.
So what does he do, why he summons you of course.
You had just finished cleaning up the dishes after dinner, the rest saved for your husband when he gets home, next thing you know you're in his office standing in front of him, and boy does he have the saddest puppy eyes you've ever seen on him.
Asking why he summoned, seeing how there's no threat to you or anything major, he just says he's had a long day and would like some love and affection from his dear partner.
Expect to be there all night, sitting in his lap and just hugging and cuddling him, playing with his hair or his horns until he finishes his work for the night.
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pictomingi · 7 months ago
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Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry💧🌧️🥹
Neuvillette is my fav character because He cries like me almost everyday🌧️🥹🌚
He may be a blue dragon but he Is a very green flag💌
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kaiser-s-bitch · 8 months ago
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hi omg i have been thinking about this a lot and idk I think you could work well with my request, so I’ll just ask! How would Neuvilette and Wriothesley react to their female s/o telling them they can go raw / they can finish inside? I’m so curious~ and I hope you have fun with writing this! Neuvi and Wrio are so hot omg I am so sad I didn’t get Wrio :(
hello my dear!! thank you so much for sending this in, I finally got around to writing it ;-;
I absolutely did have fun with it, and I’m sure Wrio will honor you with His Grace pun intended during his rerun😌🙌🏼 do feel free to share more of your thoughts hehe
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asking them to finish inside (Neuvillette, Wriothesley) || 18+
Neuvillette:
The Iudex of Fontaine had been busy this entire week. Very busy. Too busy to spend any sort of alone-time with you, not even returning home for the night, instead spending the nights in his office, burying himself in the mountain of bureaucracy that he called his work.
Tonight was the first time after said week where he had come home to you, finally burying himself in you again… and it was driving both of you absolutely crazy.
Breathless pants of his name left your lips in a seemingly endless stream, your fingers entangled in the silky strands framing his pretty face as you gently rub your thumbs against his cheeks, the loving gesture in stark contrast to the almost feral movements of your bodies meeting one another in an unrestricted, desperate display of passion.
He was so damn close - you could see it in his face, hear it in the way his moans of pleasure got that slightly whiny edge you loved so incredibly much, feel it in the way his hips began to increasingly stutter with each stroke of his. He tried to slow down in an attempt to postpone his release, refusing to let this end just yet, not before you would be satisfied first… but you yourself had other plans.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you whispered in his ear "Don’t stop now, my love… Please, keep going, wanna feel you finish inside…"
He shuddered visibly, inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and keep from exploding right then and there.
It took all of the Iudex’s willpower to cease his movements, pulling away slightly to look directly into your eyes and inquiring "Are you… absolutely sure?"
Even though you were on the pill, and neither of you knew for certain whether it was even possible for him to procreate with a human, you usually never opted to take the risk… up until now.
You nod, pulling him in once more and clenching around him noticeably, your hips moving ever so slightly to coax him into going on.
"I am. It’s gonna be okay, just please…" You trail off, unable to finish the sentence, though it’s not like you needed to in order for him to understand. He nods very slowly, his empathetic nature paired with the physical need overwhelming him in this moment making it nearly impossible for him to resist your wishes (or his own body’s, for that matter).
He lets out a soft groan under his breath, starting to move against you once more, this time with more vigor and intensity, yet also trembling more than ever before. It wasn’t long until his thrusts grew sloppier, until he eventually pushed himself as deep as he could possibly go and let out a soft, shaky moan when he finally released inside of you.
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Wriothesley:
The Duke was a smart and responsible man. He seemed to always know what to do and what not to do, keeping a cool head no matter the direness of a situation… but goddamn did you make that impossible for him today.
It was a certain time of the month - the time where you were especially horny and needy. And he already knew in advance: Wriothesley kept track of your monthly cycle in his calendar, ensuring that he was mentally prepared for all of your moods and could avoid additional headaches. But all that preparation didn’t help him much in this case, because how on earth would you expect him to not go completely feral when you come up to him sitting in his office, straddling his lap and rubbing yourself against him so deliciously??
He actually still had some administrative work to finish… but tomorrow would be a day too, right?
So Wriothesley ended up telling himself one of the biggest lies in human history: "JuSt tHe TiP" - which of course escalated into much, much more as you kept teasing and taunting him to keep going until he ultimately bent you over his desk, slowly sinking himself into you just the way he knew you loved.
He eventually doubles over, leaning down and pressing his chest against your back, whispering to you in a husky voice as he wraps one hand around your delicate neck: "You’ve managed to rile me up quite a bit there, darling." You only let out a soft whine in response, clenching around him desperately as you could feel yourself throbbing for more. The Duke couldn’t help but let out a stifled groan, sinking his teeth into your shoulder at the sensation.
"You’re really a piece of work, y’know that?", he then remarked with a throaty chuckle, his free hand coming down on your ass and eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, you had gotten him way too weak already, so he inquired in a low rumble of a voice: "Where do you want it, princess?" He was about to pull out, but a distinct protest from you stopped him - it was as if your pussy was holding him in with a death grip, causing his eyes to roll back for a moment due to how close he was feeling to his limit.
"Stay inside, please, want you to cum inside", you babbled almost incoherently, yet the man understood every single word.
*Wrio.exe has stopped working*
You hadn’t even finished the sentence when he exploded inside of you, letting out a not-so-manly moan in the process (you fucking loved it).
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explicitred · 9 months ago
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I LIKE CUDDLES, NOW GIVE ME MORE!!!
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Neuvillette quietly whined, a small pout curling up on his lips as he lightly tugged your shirt, tempting you to come back to bed just to cuddle with the needy man.
"Dear... Why are you leaving...?"
"Come back to bed... please."
You stared at him, standing beside the bed, seeing his mess of a clingy state as his body curled up in bed.
You suppose that it's normal behavior coming from him, due to the long distance and length of time that you had spent away from Neuvillette.
"Ah... But Neuvillette, I have a meeting."
He stares up at you, blinking, before reaching for your hand instead, interlocking your fingers with his, gently pulling you down to the bed.
"Mm... That can wait, love. I want you instead."
hi. i'm back :)
did you miss me?
my writing style most definitely changed during my hiatus, but i hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless!
(do you think it'd be fun if i tried gi cult au?? heh >:D)
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leflayartt · 10 months ago
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Sparring Dragons.
I worked so long on this and I'm like "eh" with it. *sprawls*
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himasgod · 1 month ago
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Neuvillette x Reader enemies to lovers!
You've been seeing the darkest side of Fontaine's justice and you're up against your hated Neuvillette, when he judges you in a battle of wits.
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SCENARIO: You have been learning and investigating the dark and corrupt side of Fontaine's politics while having Neuvillette investigating you, stepping on your toes, with whom you had shared so many moments, now he was cold as you faced each other privately at Court.
(Maybe I'll do a second part if I see that it has support? I actually have a lot of ideas for this particular story, enjoy!)
The storm raged over Fontaine, a relentless downpour lashing the city, as if the very sky itself was bent on drowning every corner of the Nation of Justice. Lightning illuminated the Court, its majestic structure silhouetted against a black, furious sky. The sea on the horizon was rough with colossal waves, mercilessly lashing against the shore. But within the solemn walls of the Court, the fiercest storm came not from outside, but from the icy gaze of Neuvillette, Fontaine's Chief Justice.
This was no ordinary trial, nor was it a common defendant who stood across the courtroom. You, the source of his deep displeasure, stood with a defiant haughtiness that would not bend under his scrutiny. You had been brought before the Court on charges that, in his opinion, were but an echo of your true crimes. Neuvillette, ever so solemn and meticulous in his pursuit of justice, had been quietly investigating you for months. He had uncovered enough evidence to make a case that, in other hands, would have been enough to convict you. With you, however, the matter was more complicated.
You had dared to defy Fontaine’s laws, not with the brute force that many others used, but with your razor-sharp intelligence and a cunning that bordered on the insidious. You had found loopholes in the system, played with the words of the laws he so revered, and you had gotten away with it for far too long. Neuvillette disliked the way your eyes glittered, defiant, whenever you faced him. You looked so self-assured, as if not even he, with his relentless sense of justice, could touch you.
“Incredible, isn’t it?” your voice cut through the tense silence of the room. “This whole spectacle just for me. Isn’t that a bit much, Monsieur Neuvillette?
The silence that followed your words was deafening, broken only by the steady patter of the rain. Neuvillette didn’t respond immediately; his eyes, normally calm and emotionless, seemed to flash with something darker as he watched you. You hadn’t just earned his disapproval, but something deeper, something that made you smile with malicious amusement. You had touched a nerve that no one else had dared to touch.
Finally, his voice echoed through the room, deep and authoritative.
“I warned you that you would never evade justice again,” he said, in that voice that always managed to silence even the most recalcitrant criminals in Fontaine. “This time, you won’t be able to find a loophole in the law to save yourself.”
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, a bitter laugh echoing through the empty room. “What will you do, Neuvillette? Lock me up in the Fortress of Meropide? Or perhaps something more… drastic?"
A spark of fury crossed his eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it dissipated. Still, you had noticed, and that gave you the advantage you needed. You had learned, throughout your encounters with the High Judge, that his unflappable exterior was nothing more than a carefully maintained facade. There were chinks in his armor, even if he was determined to deny it.
But today, something in his expression seemed different. There was a tension in his shoulders, a slight tremor in his breathing, that you hadn’t noticed before. It was as if he was on the edge of something, and your very presence was pushing him even closer to the edge.
“You think you’re so clever,” he whispered, leaning forward slightly from his dais, his voice so low you barely heard it over the pitter-patter of the rain. “But justice always prevails, even when those who defy it believe themselves to be above it.”
You bit your lip, a spark of defiance in your eyes. That was the same song you always heard from him, that same refrain about justice and morality. And yet, how many times had you seen how justice in Fontaine was not as blind as it claimed to be? It was something you had grown tired of seeing: how the laws were bent to benefit the powerful, how they were used to crush those who did not have the means to defend themselves.
“Tell me, Monsieur Supreme Judge,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm, “where was your precious justice when the Court favored the rich merchants while the poor drowned in debt? Where was it when you decided to turn a blind eye to the crimes of high society?”
Neuvillette clenched his jaw, and for a moment, you wondered if you had gone too far. But his self-control was legendary, and he did not give you the satisfaction of seeing his mask crack.
“You have no right to question my decisions,” he replied, his voice now a whisper filled with venom. “Not after what you’ve done.”
“After what I’ve done?” You let out a laugh that sounded almost hysterical. “If you knew the things your dear Fontaine has allowed, you would see me as a mere pawn in this game.”
The tension in the room was palpable. There was no one else there, not even a guard, because Neuvillette had preferred to confront you in private. Perhaps he knew that the spectacle of seeing you break down would be too… personal.
“Your doom is sealed, and there is nothing more to say,” Neuvillette said, his voice now colder than ever.
But you were not willing to give in so easily. Because, even if you did not admit it, there was something about those moments alone with him that stirred your blood, a confrontation that had evolved over time from a mere game of intellects to a battle of wills that bordered on the visceral. And, deep down, you knew he felt it too.
“Very well, Monsieur Neuvillette,” you whispered, taking a step toward him. “If you are so sure of your justice, then… judge me. But do so without hiding behind your laws and your pretty words. Judge me as the man you are, not as the automaton you pretend to be.”
For an instant, a flash of fury and something else flashed through his eyes. But it wasn’t enough to break his iron grip. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the courtroom shrouded in a heavy gloom laden with unspoken secrets.
Thunder roared, drowning out the sound of your final words:
“You know I’ll always come back, Neuvillette. No matter how much you hate it.”
And in that instant, as the door slammed shut, you knew that, though the Iudex would never admit it, this feud of yours was the closest he’d felt to a true challenge in centuries.
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ficklejarr · 1 year ago
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neuvifuri college au where they both go to the same university and yes this is how they met, accidentally matching outfits like they (their past lives coughs) haven't done that for the past 500 yrs
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ichore · 4 months ago
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STUDY OF A SCANDAL | NEUVILLETTE
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synopsis: a starving journalist, the iudex of fontaine and reader, the most talented soprano of teyvat all attend a ball at the opera epiclese where one scandal follows another as a storm does not allow anyone to leave.
tags, warnings: heavy drugs (aphrodisiac, ecstasy), involuntary drug consumption, neuvillette x afab!reader, reader is a talented singer, reader is secretly a water creature as old as Neuvi, MONSTER FUCKING, Neuvillette's takes reader in semi dragon form, journalist is a pos, cunnilingus, p -> v, unprotected, oh the consequences
wc: est 3.3k
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It begins with a tear rolling down on the porcelain skin of the Iudex of Fontaine's full cheek.
As you stand tall all alone on the platform of the Opera Epiclese, not a shred of whisper or mumble leaves the people of the water nation - it's only your voice that vibrates in between their bodies, it crawls at the high walls and crimson drapes and threatens to never leave. You've sung these songs many times across all of Teyvat; you're considered an Honored Guest wherever you decided to set foot. But your heart belongs to Fontaine, and such is evident in the way your gaze lingers on its people ahead of you.
Then, as if it's supposed to be part of your show, as the last note of your last song bubbles in your throat, a clash of thunders shakes the building.
The Melusines are quick on their short legs to inform everyone to stay inside, and whereas there's no need to worry, it would be best if everyone waited in the Opera Epiclese until the storm ended. Curses and hisses rumble across the people meanwhile the Iudex of Fontaine leaves his seat and his noiseless steps carry him to his office. It's only you who notices how his shoulders rise and fall in the familiar motion of weeping, how his cloth napkin soaks in the tears that escape him despite his greatest effort to soothe himself. 
“If it's fine with everyone,” you begin with your voice exhausted and slightly croak from your show. “I have enough cakes and fruits to invite everyone for a spontaneous little ball to spend the time. I'm sure my colleagues would love to entertain you with their music, as well.”
The storm is almost like a gift to you: finally you don't have to worry about wasting all the precious food that people gift you. Usually you give the majority away for the poor, but because finding such families takes time, a good amount still spoils. Such kindness in your heart is the second reason Teyvat adores you, and that same tenderness makes you rush after the Iudex with your dress held a bit higher in your fists so you don't trip.
“Excuse me?” you hear a nervous male voice call out to you, and you reluctantly stop in your tracks to offer a smile to the journalist standing ahead of you. He's skinny, too skinny to be healthy, you think. His hair crown is already fading from the top of his head, the lilac bruise of exhaustion rests under his eyes, but you suppose that he cannot be more than thirty.
“I'm happy to give you an interview later. I'm rather busy with something right now, I hope you don't mind.” you say.
“No, not at all. I just wanted to give you this.” He pulls out a heart-shaped, crimson silk wrapped box from under his arm. Chocolate, more food, great. “I know what you're thinking, but this is the Iudex's favorite and the filling is the finest Valberry jam from Mondstadt. It's very hard to get a box of these nowadays.”
“Oh, my,” you fill your heart sink at the thought of the trouble this poor man went through just to please you, and the furrow of your brow lets him know that you're sold before you take away the box. “I can't thank you enough. Is it okay with you if I share it with the Iudex? You mentioned it's also his favorite.”
“Well, yes, of course. Please enjoy. But I suppose you're in a hurry, so I shall leave you to it.” he bows as he takes your free, white silk cloaked hand and presses your knuckles against his chapped lips. “It was a pleasure meeting you. You're just as beautiful and kind as the rumors say so.”
“Thank you, once again.” you bob a quick curtsy to him before leaving him behind. He watches the white, lacy patterns on the bottom of your turquoise dress wash against the floor as you continue your hurried steps to one Melusine to another to find Monsieur Neuvillette. A smirk deepens at the side of his mouth as he watches you open the box and eat the first piece of chocolate while you wait to be let into his office, and he's already thinking about just how many good pictures he's going to take of you and the Iudex.
A shiver runs across your spine, gooseflesh blooms on your skin when you finally stand ahead of Neuvillette. He's facing his high windows, taking in the view of the year's most brutal storm: trees are bending and breaking, the wind carries away the flowers of the streets and he notices some personal possessions fly across the asphalt. As the Iudex, he's already thinking about how to fix this mess. But as Neuvillette, he can't stop his body from shaking.
“Apologies for leaving without a word. Your show was most exquisite … it touched my soul in ways I cannot find the words to describe.” The tremble in his voice is enough for you to understand the waves of emotions that wash through him.
“Don't worry, Monsieur. Knowing my music has these effects on such a great man like yourself is a compliment on its own. I will remember it for the rest of my life with pride.” Despite him having his back facing you, you can see on the reflection of the window that his usually bright gaze is darker and they're fixated on your form. You offer a slight curtsy, and you swear it's only a long second that you close your eyes for, yet when you lift your chin, he's standing closer to you with his face ahead of yours. He's so close, you can smell the lavender oil the Melusines treat his luscious hair with and the sea salt that they use to wash his clothes.
“And proud is what you should be,” he begins. “It's been a long time since I've felt such an emotional turmoil. Yet, I don't think the language you sing in is familiar to me.”
“It's a dead language,” you nod. Your fingers begin to play with the material of your dress at your sides. “My mother taught it to me when I was little. I know phrases and words, but I can't tell you where the language is from or who used it.”
“No one else speaks this language, yet you manage to touch all of Teyvat with it. You're a real talent, and it's been my pleasure to have you visit our nation.” 
“Oh, it's been a pleasure more of mine, really.” You flash your pearly white teeth at him in a smile, and you swear that at the same second, from his window, you can see the storm lose its vigor and turn into a windless pour of rain. “I just wanted to check upon you, and share this box of chocolate with you at the same time if it's fine with you. A kind gentleman gave this to me saying that this is your favorite.”
“Strange, I can't recall ever seeing, let alone tasting such a dessert from Mondstadt.” He hums against the side of his index finger while musing. In the back of your mind, you already know that someone would lie about such a thing, but a strange, hurricane-like sensation washes across you as you stare at the man towering right ahead of you. The distinct color of his eyes, the ivory color of his healthy locks, the perfect pale skin are all calling to you for a touch, and you press your thighs together as your liquid desire begins to swell in between your folds. “How was it?”
“I'm sorry, what was the question?” you shake your head and laugh a little to be able to tear your stare away from him. The heat is already rising to your head, painting your cheeks rosy with a deep blush.
“I can see you already ate one. Was it to your liking?” the vibrations of his voice are more apparent, you realize, and it pains you that you can't swallow them in a kiss right now.
“Yes, Monsieur. I think it's quite nice. Has a little bit of a strange aftertaste, but otherwise it's delicious. The Valberry jam filling is extraordinary. ”
“Please, call me Neuvillette,” he returns your smile as he takes one of heart shaped chocolates into his mouth before he motions towards the couch, insisting that you sit down while he places the box on his table. “It's delicious indeed. I suppose I can trust your judgment when it comes to sweets in the future.”
“Thank you, Neuvillette.” You whisper. Sweat already begins to pearl at your hairline and on your nape by the time he takes off his cloak and his weight sinks into the couch so painfully close to you, you can feel his thigh brush against yours through your dress. 
“If it isn't too much to ask,” he begins. “Can you tell me what the story is behind your last song?”
“Well… it's a love story. A tragic one.” his colors appear brighter and clearer with each passing second, his icy appearance calling to you for a release from this burning that consumes you within. You can't look him in the eyes anymore, you realize while watching your fingers get lost in the vibrant color of your skirt. “It's about two lovers who were washed apart by the Archons and the primordial sea, never to see each other again, forced to spend their entire lives yearning for the other. But one day, they meet, but one doesn't remember the other anymore.”
“Sounds Fontanian,” Neuvillette muses as he loosens the knot on his scarf, revealing his swan-like neck to you. “Apologies, it's awfully hot in here today.”
“No worries,” you offer a smile, but the first sweat drop already begins to roll down on your temple and in your thoughts, you're mumbling thousands of curses at how tight your corset is. Yet, you do not find yourself wishing for air, but yearning to steal it from Neuvillette’s lungs. “My mother was from Fontaine, so it does make sense that the language originated from somewhere here.”
“Makes it even stranger that I can't recall hearing it before, however - ” 
“Neuvillette …I,” you cut into his words, hesitating to continue your words, but you're certain that you're edging closer and closer to fainting if you don't get some air soon. “It's very unethical of me to ask you, but would you be so kind as to loosen my corset for me a little?”
“Of course,” and the moment you touch his reached out hand to help you stand up, you wish you could tell him that it doesn't matter anymore and that you just need to go outside. But the rain is still pouring and the haze on your mind refuses to leave. The touch of his fingers are ever so delicate and delicious as they open the back of your dress to get to your corset. Your neck tilts and a sigh leaves your lips as the pressure on your ribs eases, and in your moment of relief, you don't notice Neuvillette's halt in his movements.
The sight of the crook of your neck invites him in for a kiss as his arms circle around your waist under your dress - at first, his touches are unsure, but as a satisfied hum leaves you, his arms tighten around you and his kisses travel from your neck to your jaw. Your eyelashes flutter when your gaze meets his, as if to give him permission to his begging eyes, that yes, he can very much kiss you. His lips feel like the sweetest sea foam: so delightful and gentle, and you can finally feel your lungs be filled with his being. You push your dress down, making it pool around your feet while Neuvillette's hands brush up on your belly to reach the front of your corset before pushing it off you and letting it fall on the dress. 
“You're so beautiful,” he whispers, and you feel his cock twitch against your ass as he begins to fondle your breasts. He swallows every whimper that escapes your lips when he takes each of your nipples in between his fingers, playing a rough game with them. “I adore your voice, the noises you make. The thought of making you sing in pleasure for me is driving me mad. Please, let me make you mine.”
“I'm yours, all yours,” you're ready to beg for more, but as if he can read your thoughts, he lays you across the couch before he frees you of your panties, panty hoes and shoes. For a brief second, you can hear a clicking sound from the distance, but the desire entirely engulf you both that you don't notice the barely open entrance door and the journalist with his camera. If this all wasn't for him being able to put bread on his table, he would've admitted that there is something magical about the way Neuvillette's tongue finds all the right spots in your cunt. It really does make a sensational picture: the Iudex of Fontaine devouring Teyvat's most famous soprano like his life depends on it.
But for Neuvillette, that feeling is as real as your hands holding onto his ivory hair. For a while, he wondered what got into him, but his words to you were true and the sounds that escape you makes him throw away every logical reasoning as to why he shouldn't suck on your clit or push his tongue so deep into you that it makes you cry out. 
“Right there, hng, please -” his eyes that were fixated on you the whole time now roll back as he feels the gush of your ecstasy pour into his mouth. He can't help, but get rid of his own clothes in fast but drunken movements, and he's ready to get back on top of you before something feral awakens in him. It's the glowing of his irises that you notice first between your thighs, then you swear that you can see his tongue stretch and part into two at its tip while his suddenly longer nails rake across your sides. This time, he's eating at you with primal hunger while one of his grip finds his growing cock and strokes it in the same fast rhythm his tongue dances inside you. You scream, you squirm, but it only makes him become all the more fast and rough as his upper lip rubs against your clit.
“What the fuck,” the journalist mumbles under his breath, his eyes widening in terror as Neuvillette's lower body grows navy blue scales, a forked tail emerges from the end of his spine and his dick is becoming dark and enormous enough that seemingly only the tip would be enough to fill you up. With shaky hands, he takes a picture.
“So it is you, hng, fuck-” you try to tell Neuvillette as another, but more powerful climax numbs your mind. Your heart flutters at the man standing ahead of you, and your love is the only thing that helps you think straight. “I've been looking for you my whole life, Hydro Dragon, my love.” 
“You're not terrified…” Neuvillette notes, his chest sinking with a sigh of relief before he questions what you said to him. It's an animalistic instinct that makes him kneel between your legs, rubbing his entire length across your folds to coat it in the mixture of his spit and your sticky juices. A whimper leaves your lips each time his thick head threatens to push into your entrance. “You're not human either, are you?”
“No,” you say simply as green scales begin to form on your thighs where Neuvillette is stroking you before they disappear again. Fighting your lavender haze of lingering orgasm, you sit up to take his tip in your palm to rub it for him as you continue. “I'm a siren. So don't worry, I can take this.”
“The song…” his brows furrow as you position his cock against your pussy, and begin to push yourself against it. It's painfully slow: he can feel every crook and cany of your insides, the blood in your veins welcoming him, the very wetness and warmth of you swallowing him so eagerly until his balls meet your ass. He shudders.
“It's about us, my love. You forgot about me.” You moan as you feel your insides adjust to his size. No matter how many human lovers you took over the millennium, no one and nothing ever compares to Neuvillette.
“Forgive me,” his lizard-like tongue dances along with yours as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up into the air. Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms hold him in a sweaty embrace as he begins to slowly pull you up and down on the length of his cock. “Forgive me.”
“It was never your fault, hng, please go faster.” you beg of him as you look down at the sight of the two of you. His legs are of a dragon, his black claws digging at the wooden floor to hold himself in place as he begins to pick up the pace.
“I remember this,” he whispers as he loses himself in the feeling of you wraps around his entire being: your sound, your smell, your eyes. He remembers it all now, and his thrusts become rougher as if he feels angry at all the years you didn't spend together. Not only did they take you from him, they didn't even leave the memory of you. Tears begin to pour from his eyes as he kisses you again, his arms tighten around you and his thrusts become sloppy, but the clenching of your orgasm pushes him over his own pinnacle and he paints your walls white with his seed.
“Don't cry, my love,” you stroke his hair while his tears fall on your collarbone after he gently places you on the couch and he lays on top of you, his body slowly transforming back to human. “We found each other, that's all that matters.”
“What about you? Your loneliness? Your fright?” his voice shakes, and you can hear another powerful wind jerk at the buildings outside.
“I've always known we'd find our way back to each other. When I was lonely, I always recalled nights like this or when you were crying because of a song about a fish family when my parents invited you over to their coral palace. I've always remembered the kindness of your heart, and I carried it with me as my companion.” you comfort him and a smile tugs at your lips as the gray clouds begin to part on the sky, and the sunlight seeps through. You think about asking Neuvillette if he wants to check on the guests, but you find him with his eyes closed and deep in a slumber.
As you are trapped beneath him and you can't hear music anymore, you suppose that everyone else already left and you can also rest.
Until you hear the click sound of a camera.
“Needless to say, you're fired,” the Chief Editor of Steambird doesn't even bother to open the envelope that contains the erotic pictures of Neuvillette and you before she tears it into shreds. “Drugging the Iudex AND a Teyvat famous star? What were you even thinking? Hell, I even doubt you were thinking at all.”
“But…” the journalist begins, but the Editor holds up her hand to halt his words.
“You're to leave this company effective immediately. And if I were you, I'd be crawling on my knees to Monsieur Neuvillette for an apology and a huge thank you for not having you executed for treason.”
And with two boxes of worthless papers and without a penny in his pocket, the only mortal who knows your love story and your true being becomes your enemy.
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peachi-blossom · 6 months ago
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Non-Hazbin Hotel characters that are better than Alastor
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I hate Alastor because he comes off as an edgelord and he has DIFFERENT SHADES OF RED TO THE POINT HE BLENDS IN THE BACKGROUND. Also again with Vivienne Medrano coddling her precious babies who are actually terrible people who do terrible things to people who didn't do anything wrong. It's genuinely annoying.
EDIT: 7/5/24
I have written what Alina and Yuu wished for.
EDIT: 7/7/24
The reason I put Shadow the Hedgehog on my list because people were calling him edgelord in the past, but this year, Alastor has surpassed him. Now everyone, the reward for being the ultimate edgelord goes to... "drum roll" "drum roll" "drum roll"
Alastor! Congratulations, you are now the ultimate edgelord in all of history!
EDIT: 7/9/24
I replaced Imposter from Among Us with Mortimer Handee because he uses Voodoo for evil purposes.
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k-chips · 11 months ago
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How are you gonna deal with this burden and all these responsibilities on your shoulders?
Drawing Furina and Nuevi getting the hugs they deserve after the Archon Quest.
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HOYO, WHY CAN’T WE HUG THEM?
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d3adseas · 4 months ago
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I'm still very proud of this one drawing
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local-lover-boy · 5 months ago
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Imagine you and Neuvillette had a baby, and for the safety of your child, the public does not know of your relationship. Imagine you still often end up in meetings together along with many other coworkers. Imagine one day after a meeting as most of your coworkers and Neuvillette are still hanging around and sharing pleasantries as you collect your baby from whoever was watching them during the meeting. Imagine being in conversation with someone while holding your baby and your coworker pulls out a smoke, and not giving a shit about the health of your baby. Not smoking because of your child didn't even cross his mind. He goes to light his cigarette and before you even get the chance to scold him, Neuvillette pulls himself away from his separate conversation to grab your coworkers wrist a bit too tightly. "Are you really so self indulgent to smoke around an infant?!" His tone a tad too aggressive. The man before you stutters and stares open mouth at the Iudex. Everyone quieted their conversations to eye the scene. Your coworker turns to you with a red face and says, "archonsabovepleaseforgiveme I wasn't paying attention blahblahblah." Neuvillette releases his arm and with an authoritive voice dismissed the man. Neuvillette only spared you a quick glance with all of the people watching, before he walked back to his previous conversation. Everyone walked away that evening thinking that the Iudex was fiercely protective of children, and while this was true, none of your coworkers knew that the smoker had threatened the health of the Iudex's own child.
Bonus:
Once you two got home, Neuvillette much later than you, Neuvillette spent an hour walking around while holding the baby and talking about how absurd your coworker was.
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taintedbenevolence · 8 months ago
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Hello 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐚 !~
A fellow anon here, I was requesting a silly smut~ Neuvillette and A fem reader indulging in the sweetest thing of …
𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘
I think it would be a very very cute thing if.. it went south? :3
PLEASE BEGGING FOR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND SIZE KINK
- 𝐕 📍📌
a/n: ah, this is certainly interesting. please, do forgive me for the extremely late delivery, writer's block has been destroying me as of late. I like to think that when reader first brings up the idea of the whole pocky thing, it would be up to her to try to convince Neuvi to try it out. There's just no way he's doing this without being convinced of it. But once he's convinced I'm pretty sure he'll happily do it without complaints, and he might even bring it up another time. But please, spare Neuvi; he's being constantly teased. Poor dragon has to put up with so much affection and teasing! Perhaps some love-making is in order, and maybe, just maybe, it's enough to reciprocate the sweetness he's being offered in turn?
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
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Warnings!
sexual content, sexual insinuations, size kink, dom!neuvillette, implied sub!reader, implied fem!reader, reader is implied to be married with neuvillette, implied height difference, semi-public sex, office sex, monster fucking(?), dragon neuvillette, double penetration, mature content not suitable for minors or audiences below the age of eighteen.
Character Pairing! Neuvillette x Fem! reader Characters Included! Neuvillette Series! Genshin Impact Classification! Smut THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD !!
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Ah, you and your antics at it again.
Pocky.
Of all things in the world. Of course you'd try and tempt the Iudex of Fontaine with Pocky.
Had you not learned your lesson, truly? How many times must he reprimand you for interrupting his important work for such mundane and irregular activities you could engage in at a more proper time and space?
A shame, truly; you'd come dressed so beautifully lascivious when you presented yourself to him. It made him frown, thinking of the Melusines guarding his office who saw you walk by in such a suggestive manner. Could you not have spared them and waited for him to come home?
Unacceptable, he thinks to himself. Devilish, he murmurs, as you walked inside.
To interrupt his highly valued work for a treat? .. How unruly.
Alas, he couldn't complain. Not right now, when you felt so good, gasping, squirming and writhing beneath him, whining with your thighs pressed up to your heaving chest as he slowly penetrated you, making sure you absorbed every tiny, tingling sensation, ensuring you were alright as you sobbed.
Perhaps you should be glad the Hydro Dragon had arranged for the walls of his office to be soundproof a few months ago. You'd pity the Melusines if they were to hear the venereal sounds that were to come out of both you and Neuvillette.
The dragon slowly slid himself inside you, the tip of his other member already with a ring of pre-cum as it rubbed your folds messily. The usually stoic, gentle Iudex now had a lack of regards for propriety and neatness, drinking in your soft mewls and desperate moans as you trembled beneath him.
You were so tiny, so very small in comparison to him. It almost made you look pathetic with how big he was. You still remembered it - being pushed down and only feeling the abnormally large bulge of your husband only slightly grinding down on you, only feeling your heartbeat race as he undressed.
You knew by now how he was usually in bed - gentle, sweet, cautious. A soft-hearted, caring partner who put your needs first before his own. Yet most, if not all of that, seemed to be suppressed in this moment, where you found yourself fully exposed, forced to stare as you watched your beloved stretch your walls to accommodate to only just one of his cocks.
And speaking of the other one, you only kept squirming more because it kept rubbing, creating friction against your folds, causing you to quiver. The motion was slow and painful, yet the movement of him entering you also tingled you with brief flicks of pleasure.
Sliding further deeper inside with greater speed, he earned from you a sudden, sharp whine.
"A-ah!.. 't's, too m-much," you gasp consequentially, shuddering, feeling him slightly twitch inside of you. Yet the Iudex only hushes you, caressing your lips with slender fingers as he only slides in deeper, ensuring you've taken all of his length.
"You'll be alright," he reassures, and you can't help but question just how he remains so stone-faced whilst he adjusts to how tight you're squeezing him, your wetness and arousal all too visible to him as he parted you.
Really, just how needy were you? For archons' sake, you were wet and ready before he had laid a finger on you.
He moves slightly, and he feels your walls tighten around him, causing a slight groan, more akin to a hiss to escape between his lips. Gods, you were so tight. How long has it been since you...-
"S' much," You whine, bringing him out of his thoughts. For crying out loud, he had barely even begun to move, let alone do half the things he had in mind for the evening.
"You'll take it," Neuvillette only huffs in his usual, monotone voice, with a few grunts emitting from him as he slowly begins to thrust, moving in and out, picking up the pace as your moans and cries increase in volume and rapidity, letting him know that you do well enjoy this.
He's pounding in you at a velocity at which you grow to no longer register, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you to the core. Your eyes squeeze shut and open slightly as your lips part, breathy moans leaving your throat.
There is not much sound in the office of the Iudex, save for the nasty noise of wet slapping of skin against skin and a mix of groans and moans. Thrust after thrust, your mind's thoughts slowly become blank, unable to think of anything, exempting how good it felt to be fucked to oblivion by none other than the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.
You could already tell your high was on its way, but as soon as you felt it come, you felt the sudden thrusts come to a stop, and you only slightly blink, gazing at Neuvillette as you see him retract. Yet it's not enough, leaving both of his members still perfectly aligned with your sensitive folds and your hole, leaving you twitching on occasion.
"Neuvi?" you manage to whimper, as you slightly yelp, feeling his large body press onto your smaller frame, his cold gaze firmly fixated onto your flushed body, cold sweat starting to line on your brows, his two members' tips slightly penetrating you.
It earns a soft whine from you, a few tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes, although not out of agony, as your brain is reduced to mush, your heart beating for a night's pleasure with the Iudex of Fontaine.
"Silence, if you would," hearing your whine, the Iudex replies sternly. "You've already interrupted me enough this evening." And you only hear an irritated sigh, before you meet his lustful gaze.
His fingers grasp your chin, slowly tilting it so that you meet his gaze, his glowing, ocean hues staring down at you. "Let me remind you once more, [Name]. What happens when you interrupt my duties as the Iudex of Fontaine?"
A mouthful, for such an intimate moment.
"I'm quite sure you aren't aware of the consequences you enlist yourself to be subject to by doing these things," The Hydro Dragon rumbles as his grip on your chin tightens.
"Or it could well be that you do not care. It seems I'll have to be the one to personally administer your punishment." His eyes narrow as he speaks.
Your eyes only faintly widen at his words, and the Iudex only smiles at that faintly, chuckling softly as his free hand trails up behind your head, slowly running through your hair, before he grips it tightly, almost in a harsh manner, contrasting the sweetness of his words.
"I do hope you know well that this night is still far from its end, ma bien-aimée. We very well have a long way to go before it culminates."
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montyyy1202 · 11 months ago
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I drew Neuvillette!!
Now can it stop raining and snowing here?? 🥲
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