#will there be a part three?

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Connor x Fem!Reader (18+, 3.5k words) 💙 Part One

Part Two. Inexperienced lovers. Friends to lovers. Human AU. Fluff. Soft smut, oral (f!receiving)

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Sex & Lemonade 2

Summer winds sweep through dandelion fields, pulling soft tuffs of white fuzz into the air. Grass flows in waves, as do the large starry leaves of an aged oak tree. Sunlight bleaches the canopy gold and lime green. 

You’re resting on your back beneath rustling leaves. Against your skin is a thick, knitted blanket with multicolored geometric patterns, protecting you from the sharpness of fresh cut grass. Picnic treats are laid out around a basket, half eaten sandwiches, washed fruit, and cold packaged juice boxes. Past the tall grass and wildflowers, cottony swirls of clouds drift lazily across the vast blue sky.

“I spy… a unicorn,” you say to the man beside you.

Connor lies on his side, tucking an arm under his chin and legs bending just enough to have his knees brush against yours. His cheeks are a little sun kissed and flushed from your proximity. Brown eyes track your tongue as it flickers out to wet your lips between words. The action brings forth thoughts of you in his bedroom with a glass of lemonade and reminds him of what your tongue can do or how good it feels curling up and stroking his—

“Connor?”

Shit. He’s stammering, lashes fluttering and cheeks reddening. “I… I… uhm. Is it that one?”

A pale hand raises over your face, index finger pointing at a tuft of two clouds with a vaguely horse shaped head connecting to a pointy, wind blown horn. Your teeth flash, eyes squinting from a silly grin. Connor leans in closer, fingers busying themselves with a stray ribbon from your crop top. It’s attached to a corset center of criss-crossed satin and while you’re lying back, bare middle in view, he’s distracted by the thought of what might happen if he… pulled.

“Yes!” you say, dragging him out of his reverie. “You’re so good at this.”

There’s nothing in your sweet voice to imply anything else and yet he feels a bolt of heat, a twitch of interest from your words. Connor’s been thinking about you nonstop for the past few days. Ever since he learned how good you could make him feel, he’s been wondering whether or not he could make you feel the same, if not, better.

Your thighs shift as you arch your back for a quick stretch, skirt pooling around your mid thigh, leaving Connor with a tempting view of vast amounts of skin. Why did it have to be summer? He’s cursing the weather and wishes for snow, thick layers, and warm blankets for modesty. Although… he’s quick to imagine what could be done beneath a blanket and he’s already yelling at his single tracked mind.

While Connor’s busy fretting about the temperature, the wind picks up, taunting him by lifting your clothes further from your skin and the same colorful ribbon wrapped around your chest beckons him. You seem to catch that he’s not quite present with you and laugh softly. A cool and damp green grape presses against his lips, your fingers wrapping around the other end.

“You look like you need a snack,” you tease. “You’re… staring into space.”

He bites into the delicate flesh and tastes a burst of sour and sweet. Caramel eyes find yours as his tongue flattens against the bitten fruit to catch the juice which drips. There’s a flicker of wet, warmth against your skin and you wonder if Connor’s tongue grazing your fingers was an accident. You think you get your answer as his tongue curls around the grape and pops it from your hand and into his mouth.

Smiling, he lets out a content hum when he finishes chewing. “So sweet.”

All that exists is the small space between you and him and like the clouds above, the breeze pushes and pulls you two into one shape. Connor leans in closer, hovering over your laid out form, his nose brushing over your bare shoulder. Softly, he says your name like he always has since you were a little girl and he a little boy. You blink back at him, returning his smile.

“I… wanted to ask…” His eyes track down your chest and towards your knees where your thighs are pressed tightly together. “If… if you don’t mind that I returned your favor?”

“Favor?”

You go to sit up a little, but he stills you with a gentle press of his palm to your abdomen. The contact means your bare skin meets his hand and a flush of heat rushes down his back. Gulping, he smiles sheepishly, aware of how the tips of his ears must be turning as red as his cheeks.

“Y-yes, I… I would like a chance to make you feel good.” He looks at you then, large honeyed eyes dripping with sweetness. He’s the picture of dreamy, young love, his thick lashes fluttering, cheeks dimpling with another anxious smile. “Would you like to experience that with me?”

You stare back at your best friend, a little lost for words. There’s a distracting throb at your core as you mull over his offer. Your chin lifts and lowers in a small nod. Receiving your answer, Connor moves to lean over you properly, lowering himself to his elbows until your faces are inches apart.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

You wonder if you’ll taste fruit on his lips.

“Please,” you reply.

He makes a soft noise, an almost whimper at your gentle pleading. Lips gently press against yours and his moan grows in volume. He’s been replaying how you’ve kissed him over and over, and he’s realizing his memories don’t hold a candle to the real thing. You fit perfectly beneath him, hands roaming up his chest, fingers kneading into cotton.

Connor loves how you shyly explore the planes of his muscles. Growing more confident, your hand wanders further up, tracing his collarbone and strong, taut neck muscles. He leans into your touch, hips bucking when you pull at his hair. His lips tug gently at your bottom lip and his nose bumps into yours— asking— begging silently and he hopes you can feel the need radiating from him.

Your mouth opens and welcomes him to explore, his pink tongue licking at your pillowy cheeks and scraping against sharp teeth until he finds your tongue. You can taste grape on his lips and smell the sunscreen which coats his skin. Connor drinks in your moans, lets his hand wander further down. Mischievously, his thumb catches on a perk nipple hiding behind thin cloth and you gasp his name beneath him.

He parts from the kiss to study your face and the golden glint in his eyes turn darker than molasses. It’s a look you’ve seen when he’s concentrating and plotting his way to victory at a board game or when he’s chasing you in tag… only a different hunger lurks around the edges of his eyes, causing a thrill to run down your spine. Connor blinks and it’s gone, replaced with another blush of his cheeks.

“May I?” His fingers catch onto the satin holding your shirt together. You nod again, lips curling in anticipation.

Nimble fingers pull at the bow wrapped around your chest, slipping in between to loosen the ribbon until your breasts spill from your top.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty,” he moans, dipping his head to your chest. He swirls a tongue around one nipple and uses his hand to rub faint circles over your other one. It’s a ticklish sensation and you’re caught between a giggle and a moan. Connor’s on a different planet, mouth latching more tightly on your breast as he moves his hands to your thighs, strong fingers pushing your skirt up higher.

“Connor…” You squirm as cool air hits damp lace. His thumbs rub into your inner thighs, tracing the seam of your underwear.

“May I… use my mouth on you?”

It’s your turn to stammer and your cheeks instantly feel hot. “No one has— I mean— I’ve never…”

He’s earnest, understanding and smiles back at you from between your breasts. “Neither have I. I’ve always wanted to try this with...” He corrects himself and glances away, suddenly too shy for direct eye contact. “Please, may I taste you?”

“Y-yes.”

Sliding down, his hands are on you, fingers squeezing reassuringly at your hips. They roam further, pulling down your panties and you lift your hips to help him. It gets tossed nearby, somewhere between the edge of the blanket and onto the grass. With both hands, he pushes your skirt up, letting the material pool over your hips. Connor groans at the sight of your bare sex, teeth capturing his lower lip.

“Will you show me what you like?” he asks while pulling your hand lower. His cheeks are warm when he rests the side of his head on your thigh.

“I… I’m not sure…” you stammer back.

Of course, it wasn’t like you haven’t spent time getting to know yourself on nights when your core ached, keeping you from a peaceful night’s sleep. There were also a few curious nights in college with some cute guys… but this was Connor, the boy who had the worst, squeaky voice in puberty, now a man asking you eagerly, voice low and tempting.

He’s still watching you with all the intention to study you like you were a topic he had to ace. As you blink back at him, his hand intertwines with yours. 

“Guide me. Please,” he begs. “Use my hand.” And my tongue, he hopes, but there will be time for that when you’re ready.

You listen because, god, Connor’s never sounded this desperately enthused before. You’re getting flashbacks to prom, when you both went as friends, his cheeks pinched in excitement as you joined him for a slow dance. It’s hard to know when it happened, the moment you both stopped being friends and something more. Was it then? Was it earlier this week when you had his cock down your throat?

Or is it now?

With your hand above his, you trace the bumps of his veins and large knuckles before guiding two of his fingers where you need it. He takes in a shuddering inhale when his skin makes contact with your wet folds, collecting your slick. You’re wet, warm and teasing him by letting him trace the seam of your sex, not quite letting him in. Connor swears he can feel a faint pulse and lingers, hoping he may get a chance to feel more of it.

Moving his hand back up, you bring him to your swollen clit, coaxing him to add pressure, allowing the pads of his fingers to manipulate soft, smooth skin. A moan escapes your lips when he manages to find an angle which makes your toes curl.

“Here?” His eyes are bright, brows raised curiously. He rubs in tight circles around that spot, cheek dimpling when your back arches off the picnic blanket. Your name leaves his lips. “How does it feel?”

“G-good. Mmm! Really good.”

It’s not enough, you’re feeling awfully empty and fluttering around nothing. You squirm, hips twisting and he accidentally brushes past your folds. He’s quick to apologize, the sharp sound of an S reaches your ears but you’re already pushing his palm lower, guiding him into you.

“Oh…” he gasps at the wetness that floods around his fingers. Connor’s done this part before, felt the warmth of another partner on his hands. He thought the experience meant he wouldn’t be fumbling nervously with you, but he is because you’re soaking from the anticipation of his touch. Cheeks red, a moan parts his lips as he watches his fingers slip in deeper. Tightness and heat pools between his thighs, the space in his jeans feels more restrictive with each passing moment, a need he ignores to satiate a different curiosity. His mouth feels parched and well, his tongue is already halfway out…

“Mmm! Connor!”

Your hand instinctively finds the back of his head, nails raking through soft hair. His tongue is warm and wet, applying light pressure with broad, flat licks. Connor’s inexperience shows, his motions unsure as he experiments with a variety of directions. He watches for your reactions, corrects his movements to find the areas where he should lavish attention to. And when he sharpens his tongue on one spot, really curls his tongue across it, you let out a wrecked moan. It’s music to his ears so he keeps at it, swirling at your nerves until the hand in his hair becomes conflicted with pushing him away while your thighs cage him in.

Abruptly, the feeling is gone as his head pops up. You’re expecting furrowed, worried brows and large, blown out brown eyes. Instead, he’s leaning over your pelvis with a dark shimmer in his eyes and a small quirk in the corner of his lips. His pale skin is shiny in the sunlight, chin damp and he flicks his tongue out to catch remnants of your taste.

“Was that… okay?” he asks, voice small and seeking affirmation. There’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes that tells you he already knows your answer.

“Yes, yes—” Your words slur and get swallowed by a stifled moan as he returns to his place between your thighs. You think  he’s pretty like this, too. His dark hair is a mess, curled bangs in his face as he searches for new ways to make you feel light and airy and taut all at once.

How well you react to his touch makes his heart swell with pride, knowing he can make you breathless in the way that you’ve done for him. He wonders if it’ll always be like this, you and him casually hanging out, exchanging long glances until the tension breaks into something more intimate. This is the second time in a week that the limits of what constitutes as platonic activities has reached the point where his chest aches for something more.

He’s lived through summers with you as a boy, has spent them riding bikes across miles of suburbia, grabbing refreshments filled with ice, and huddling close together on a couch to nap away the day… only for him to peek an eye open as you slept while he wondered what it’d be like when you were both older. As an optimist, he’d like to think that this summer is where he’ll find that answer.

“Oh, god! Connor… yes!”

A smile quirks his lips up and he’s laughing a little to himself as he licks at your clit.

“It’s not too much is it?”

It’s that damn sweet voice of his, dripping with sincerity but his tone never matches the almost cocky twitch of his lips. You can hardly focus on the leaves scattered above you, the clouds blending into the blue skies. All you feel is Connor, your best friend’s tongue, and his thick fingers which begin to move slowly from within.

“N-no, s’perfect,” you reply, one hand still lost in his hair and the other fisting the picnic blanket so as to not hurt the brunette between your legs. 

He tests how pliant you are, stroking you open and feeling up similar nerves that make your thighs tremble. It stokes a warming sensation in your lower belly as he fills you to his knuckles, crooks his fingers in time with his licks around your clit. When you clench tightly around him, he groans, tongue vibrating as it laps at your swollen bud. He can hear the squelch of your slick by his ears and can’t resist moving his free hand to grind his crotch into.

“Sweetheart,” Connor coos, lips pressed to your sex while he talks. “Please, let me taste you. Please.”

You barely squeak out a “yes” before his wet fingers leave you, sliding up to replace his tongue in rubbing circles. His face digs in, nose pressed beneath your clit as his tongue shyly prods at the seam of your sex. He runs his tongue up your slit, catching the slick that drips. You hear a muffled “fuck” and he’s suddenly, merciless, completely forgone the notion of a slow pace. It’s an exchange of trust between friends, although lovers almost suits you two better. You’re laid out for him to taste as he’s sprawled out for you to use and Connor feels incredibly lucky to be the first to discover how sweet you are.

His name leaves your lips, his brown hair pulled by your fingers as your hips rise to meet his tongue. It encourages him to push in deeper, his wet and warm appendage stroking silken muscles. He’s using the quake of your thighs, moans, and squirming hips as his guide to all the right spots.

“God,” he murmurs between breathy breaks. A groan, halfway to a growl vibrates his tongue. He lays a kiss to your inner thigh, sharp teeth nipping playfully. “You taste so sweet.”

Connor plunges back in before you can reply, filling you once again with his tongue. You tighten around him as his fingers move faster, coating your clit in the combined mess between your thighs. In the background, you catch him bucking his hips into his hand like a desperate teenager.

“Are you…?” You moan again, distracted by a talented flick of his tongue. “A-are you touching yourself? God, you’re such a good boy.”

Connor nearly spills into his denim, hips stuttering. He doubles his efforts, swapping again to fill you with his fingers. When his mouth wraps around your clit, a sucking pressure pulls at your nerves, making your back arch off the blanket. Brown eyes rake over your exposed breasts, the filtered sunlight kissing your skin and the wrecked, half lidded glance you give him. He thinks it can’t get better than this, lying under clouds with the summer sun hidden through dense leaves, and his childhood crush making a mess of his face.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

Oh, so it can get better. Connor whines from the combined friction of his hand, your tightness and imagines how perfect you’d feel surrounding him. He can see it now, you with your legs around his waist, back arched the way it is now— fuck, you’d feel so much better than the dull friction he’s getting through thick denim.

“Baby, please. I want to… I… I want to come with you,” he pants breathlessly.

A string of please’s connects until it’s melded into one unintelligible word and he’s mumbling it while desperately fucking you with his mouth and fingers. The strand of reality keeping you on this plane snaps and you suddenly feel like you’re drifting in a warm ocean, basking in the glow of the sun. Your body sinks into the water and bobs back up, dipping in and out of euphoria in waves.

The sharp cry of Connor’s name leaving your lips is all it takes for him to follow shortly after you. He works you through the afterglow, tongue lazily dragging over a swollen bud of nerves. His hands, wet as they are, drag up your legs to grip your hips. Arms outstretching, you try to coax him to lie on top of you and he rises up from his knees until his face hovers over yours.

“My face is quite messy, I’m unsure if…” he begins when you wrap a hand around his neck and pull his face lower. Shaking your head to disagree with him, you crush your mouth to his and taste yourself on his lips.

Sweet and tart, like summer fruit.

Your hand wanders, cramming to fit between a small gap in his jeans and bare skin and finds the sticky mess in his clothes. Connor moans softly when he feels your fingers caress his cock,  catching a sample of his release. You bring your hand to your lips and he’s watching you intensely, mouth parting around another curse word. Your tongue wraps around your fingers, lips sucking his slick off your hand.

“You taste like summer,” you tell him, smiling softly.

The light catches around his hair and shoulders in a golden halo as he hovers over you. Evidence of your afternoon together is marked on him and Connor wears it proudly. Slowly, his lips spread, eyes softening and you swear you can see your futures in them.

“You, too,” he whispers back.

An arm wraps around your waist and hugs you to him, his face lost in the crook of your neck. Your eyes close, enjoying the cool breeze, his warm body on yours. Connor turns to kiss you in a way that tells you summer is only the beginning of something new between you and the boy you’ve known your whole life.

Leaves drift overhead, carrying themselves across fields of wildflowers. A train sounds off in the distance as he reaches over your head, plucking a dandelion from the grass. White tuff clings to a stem as it’s brought to your lips.

“Make a wish,” he says.

You think of Connor, lips picked up at the corners, freckled cheeks turning tanner by the day and make your wish.

-

💙 To Connor’s masterlist.

[sailorstar9]

So, this is my Part Two of this: https://www.tumblr.com/sailorstar9/766356285336764416/as-fate-has-it A/N: Implied off-screen meeting between Neuvillette/F/N. Warning: Dialogue taken from the 'Hustle and Bustle' Event during this year's Lantern Rite Event

Five thousand and five hundred years later, at the Rite of Descension...

“The hour is upon us..” Ningguang stepped up. Summoning her Geo crystals, she sent them into the large censor in the middle of the offering table. A continuous beam of Geo energy shot up into the skies, summoning Rex Lapis' Exuvia from a tornado of clouds.

Suddenly, said Geo dragon fell down from the skies, slumped over the offering table.

“Rex Lapis has been killed!” Ningguang barked out orders. “Seal the exits!”

“Quite a bit of dramatics, aren't you Morax?”F/N teleported beside Zhongli who was viewing the spectacle from Mt. Tianheng. “The others' reactions would be... rather interesting. Tea?” she offered, pouring out Chenyu Brew from an enchanted tea pot.

“You do not seem surprised.” Zhongli took the offered tea cup.

“You are not one to do something like this with no reason.” F/N stated matter-of-factly.

“The time of the Adepti is ending, and the time of mankind is slowly dawning.,” Zhongli reminisced.

“Is this the reason for your decision?” F/N questioned.

“Perhaps.” Zhongli answered.

“Well then, I suppose I should pay Streetward Ramble a visit since I'm here.” F/N dusted herself off. Turning into her phoenix form, she flew off.

“is this the result you desired, Rex Lapis?” F/N asked the 'retired' Geo Archon.

“I decided that a test was needed in order to determine if us, the Adepti, is ready to leave the leadership of Liyue to its people.” Zhongli explained. “I am very satisfied with the end result. The Gnosis I had kept for so many years suddenly seemed to have lost its meaning.”

“Now, this makes me wonder what the Tsaritsa's plan entails.” F/N pondered.

In Qiaoying Village after the main Lantern Rite festive...

Shortly after arriving in Qiaoying Village, the Traveller heard a familiar yet distinct voice yelling from the slopes of tea plants.

“What are they doing here!?” Paimon exclaimed, spotting Navia and Clorinde. “Navia! Clorinde!”

“Well if it isn't my dear partners!” Navia turned. “Are you guys also here to catch the festivities? Oh, and that reminds me, Happy Lantern Rite!”

“Happy Lantern Rite.” Clorinde nodded.

“Happy Lantern Rite to you too!” Paimon responded. “ Wait, if you're here for Lantern Rite, then what are you doing on top of this deserted mountain?”

“That's just what mountain climbers do, right?” Navia asked. “After all the hard work it takes to make it to the top, as you stand on the summit looking out at the vast scenery, it's not easy to resist the urge to release those emotions. Anyway, why don't you two give it a try? Shout anything you want. It's a real stress reliever!”

“As long as Paimon has clothes on her back and food in her belly, Paimon doesn't think there's any stress that needs relieving.” Paimon stammered.

“No need to be shy!” Navia encouraged. “Even Furina was shouting from the top of this mountain earlier.”

“Furina's also here in Qiaoying Village?” Paimon was surprised. “Seems like you caught her in the middle of some stress relief as well.”

“Was she alone?” the Traveller inquired.

“I think so?” Navia gave Clorinde a look. “We ran into Neuvillette on the way here as well, but he was already on his way back and he had a lady in red with him, so they probably weren't together.”

“Neuvillette was here too?” Paimon gaped. “What was he doing here? It couldn't have been for vacation.”

“I think it just might have been, actually.” Navia related. “But apparently, he only stayed for half a day before heading back. He's a very busy man. Didn't Charlotte publish an article on the Liyue tea industry recently? Maybe he was inspired to come buy some tea after reading that article. You know, just like you were!”

“My situation is completely different.” Clorinde defended. “I'm here because I was asked to accompany you. The tea purchase is simply an added bonus of this location; I lost a bet with Wriothesley, and now I have to buy him something.”

“That reminds me.” Navia recalled. “You guys said you only came up here because you heard my voice, right? I hope it didn't put you out — you must have other plans for the day?”

“Paimon's not seeing things, is she?” Paimon instantly noticed the trio. “Is that Furina standing between Zhongli and Hu Tao? Good afternoon, Hu Tao, Zhongli, and Furina!!” she called out.

“Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!” Hu Tao grinned. “Seems like our luck just keeps on growing!”

“That we were able to meet you both without prior arrangement must mean that this is quite the serendipitous meeting indeed.” Zhongli agreed.

“So both of you are acquainted with Traveller and Paimon then.” Furina was surprised. “ I must admit, I'm a bit surprised to see you here, Traveller. But seeing as you're a hero who's been all over Teyvat, it makes sense that you would be well-travelled and well-connected. Since we have found ourselves in each other's company within this fertile land, allow me to take this opportunity to wish you a happy Lantern Rite.”

“Happy Lantern Rite!” the Traveller responded.

“It appears you have been to Fontaine then.” Zhongli noted. “Given your proclivity to spread good deeds wherever you go, it's no surprise that you would make the acquaintance of a celebrity as illustrious and celebrated as Miss Furina.”

“That's quite high praise.” Furina blushed. “Although I've built up a certain following within Fontaine, it is no reflection of strength or wisdom. I stand before you right now as nothing more than an ordinary traveller in search of beautiful scenery and creative inspiration.”

“Aiya, you're no common tourist.” Hu Tao chided. “I simply won't have you talk about yourself that way. You may not have heard, friends, but Miss Furina is now one of my esteemed clients!”

“Did, uh, something... happen recently, Furina?” Paimon asked worriedly.

“What do you mean?” Furina was puzzled.

“You know, with you enlisting the services of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour and all...” Paimon prompted.

“Miss Hu Tao is simply helping prepare some props for my film.” Furina explained. “Not too long ago, I read a collection of horror stories from Liyue. The content was spectacular. Now that Fontaine's biggest star has returned to the stage, I figured it's about time the industry enjoyed a breath of fresh air!”

“Paimon sees!” Paimon nodded. “That makes a lot of sense. So did you come to Liyue just to enlist the services of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour?”

“Not exactly...” Furina admitted. “My original plan was to just relax and enjoy the sights. But then I ran into Miss Hu Tao and Mr. Zhongli, and well, you know the rest. I suppose it was meant to be.”

“It was a fated meeting indeed.” Zhongli agreed.

“Zhongli sure loves his lofty turns of phrase.” Hu Tao remarked. “But if you ask me, it's all thanks to that man who stopped to ask for directions.”

“Who was it?” Paimon was intrigued.

“It's someone you know.” Furina sang. “Wanna take a guess?”

“It was Neuvillette, wasn't it?” the Traveller wasted no time in answering, before recounting their meeting with Navia and Clorinde.

“Paimon never thought Neuvillette would be the type to get lost.” Paimon noted.

“I'm sure he didn't get lost.” Furina assured. “Even I was able to find my way to this place without any trouble. He was already getting ready to leave by the time I arrived. He just wanted to ask someone about the quickest way to get back to Fontaine.”

“Speaking of your friend,” Hu Tao started. “He doesn't get out much, does he?”

“No, he doesn't.” the Traveller confirmed.

“No wonder!” Hu Tao nodded. “He was stiff as a board and way too polite... I would have never guess he was here on vacation if you hadn't told me.”

“All in all, he was only here for half a day.” Furina related. “I'm pretty sure he's the only one who would consider that to be a vacation.”

“This gentleman you speak of must keep a demanding schedule.” Zhongli noted.

“I'm sure he does.” Hu Tao mused. “You didn't see him, but he was dressed like he was about to attend some important meeting. It wasn't anything like what someone would wear on vacation.”

“Is that so...” Zhongli pondered.

“You didn't see him, Zhongli?” Paimon was puzzled.

“Unfortunately, no.” Zhongli responded. “At the time, it appeared as if Director Hu and Miss Furina were having quite the productive conversation. I know matters of business can take much discussion, so I decided to fetch some tea for them.”

“ What a shame.” Hu Tao tsked. “That gentleman seemed like a sophisticated sort of guy. I actually think you two would have hit it off!”

“Is that so?” Zhongli cast his superior a sceptical look.

“That reminds me.” Furina recalled. “If you get the chance, you should try and talk Neuvillette into loosening up a bit. Just tell him the Palais Mermonia isn't going to fall apart if he disappears for a few days. He shouldn't keep himself cooped up all the time. If he's really that much of a stickler for protocol, he can fill out a leave of absence request. He'd have to approve it himself since he handles that sort of thing now, but you know what I mean.”

After biding everyone farewell...

The Traveller found Neuvillette at the Erinnyes entrance to the Fortress of Meropide.

“It's you.”the Hydro Dragon Sovereign spotted his visitors. “It has been some time since our last meeting. Few people frequent this location. Since I was able to conclude my work early for the day, I thought I might take a walk and avail myself of this area's peace and quiet.”

“You call this early...?” Paimon exclaimed. “Do you always work this late, Neuvillette?”

“Strictly speaking, that depends on the agenda for the day.” Neuvillette reasoned. “ I am hardly bereft of time, however, so working late is of little consequence to me.”

“If you have so much time on your hands, then why did you only go to Qiaoying Village for half a day?” Paimon was confused.

“First, I should clarify that I was referring to my lifespan rather than the time at my disposal on any given day.” Neuvillette explained. “Second, I was unaware you possessed knowledge of my trip to Qiaoying Village. I see.” he nodded after the Traveller gave him a brief rundown. “Thank you for informing me.” he then related his meeting with Wriothesley.

“So that's what you were doing in Qiaoying Village!” Paimon realized.

“Indeed.” Neuvillette nodded. “Of course, while I was there, I also took the opportunity to taste the local spring water. The aftertaste is much purer than what I have delivered to me in Fontaine. It stands to reason that the long-distance transport has a tendency to imbue the water with extraneous emotion.I f you want to experience the true flavour, you simply have to go the source. Perhaps I should organize some time off to do the same elsewhere.”

“You know you don't have to justify a vacation, right?” Paimon pointed out. “You can just take one. After all, you're hardly 'bereft of time'. You can do whatever you want.”

“You're quite right.” Neuvillette conceded. “I suppose I suffer not from a lack of opportunity but rather a lack of inspiration. However, after reading a few articles about Liyue's holiday traditions, the idea popped into my head and made itself quite at home. Seeing as I was free of responsibilities for the morning, I decided to depart at once.”

“ And how was it?” the Traveller prompted.

“Refreshing. And rather... intriguing.” Neuvillette admitted. “My spontaneous outing seemed to inspire quite a few other spontaneous decisions as well. Take, for example, my foray into ceramics. At first, soil from the ground is granular and unforgiving, but add the right amount of water, and it becomes soft, moldable, and able to take shape. In the past, I never thought about how quotidian vessels were crafted. But now, I have participated in their very making and met with a very amiable young lady in the process...” he let out a wistful smile. “This is also something I made today.” he recollected himself and took out a blue ladle he crafted.

“That reminds me.” the Traveller then proceeded to convey Furina's request.

“Approve a leave of absence request for myself...” Neuvillette pondered. “That sounds like it could easily lead to a vicious cycle of self-indulgence, something which couldn't be in further violation of protocol. But, I suppose I understand her point. My proclivity to refrain from personal outings does, in part, originate from a sense of responsibility toward my duties. But it is also due to a lack of desire to engage in the human world.” he produced the enchanted red feather his new female acquaintance had gifted him. “But now I see that the human world is indeed full of many interesting places to discover.”

“Is that...” the Traveller breathed in astonishment.

“A feather from the Phoenix Queen herself?” Paimon exclaimed.

“Oh?” Neuvillette raised an eyebrow.

“We never met her.” the Traveller explained. "We only heard of her from Xiao; she's the leader of all the bird Adepti Clans. Mountain Shaper explained bird Adepti feathers are special, especially those imbued with their powers. And for someone like her to give you one of her feathers as a parting gift... you must have made an exceptional impression on her, Neuvillette.”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[july-19th-club]

gus is THE funniest man alive for having his best friend of thirty years, who he fully plans to grow old beside and who he loves like a sibling, in his phone as "Shawn (Work)"

[counting-stars-gayly]

I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.

[juliangelart]

"I've been searching, all of my life,

Finally I've found my north star."

[rhera]

PART I | PART II

Beetlejuice (1988) Dead Ringer (1963) Cinderella (2015) 101 Dalmatians (1996) Hollow Triumph (1948) Black Swan (2010) Vanity Fair (2004) Shanghai Express (1932) Dune: Part Two (2024) Opening Night (1977)

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[ashwii]

I love this stupid game and its stupid dialog options, it's the best part

[hwashitape]

lungs, kidney, heart

[lilianade-comics]

the face of a man who neither regrets his answer nor is aware of his imminent violent demise

[allurilove]

Yandere Boyfriend x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: He cries, begging, use him!, gender neutral reader, he slips you some viagra, he becomes your maid—trying to get on your good graces, tie him up and blindfold him, doggystyle, he eats you out.

*Incase yall were wondering.. this is lol what I imagine yandere classmate/boyfriend looks like in his little uniform. This is the third post! And check out the first and second when you can! He is referred to as “your boyfriend” and this is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He comes clean about his yandere tendencies, and how he lied about pretty much everything. Your boyfriend will do anything for you to take him back again.

He always dreaded this moment. The moment when he had to tell you the truth, and he hoped you wouldn’t look at him any differently.

He told you about how much of a sexual deviant he is, and how he never got accepted into the university, and how he got you to live with him.

You kicked out your boyfriend when he came clean. You wanted space from him, but he took it as a break up and he started to panic as a jerk reaction. He came by to your door everyday, and you only gave him five minutes to explain himself, and then you shut the door in his face. And like clockwork, he came again. Over time, you were slowly getting the full picture.

He liked you since highschool, followed you around, sniffed your locker when he missed you, befriended your siblings to see your room, and he often jerked himself off when he thought about you.

He showed up with flowers, chocolates, chips, your favorite food from the nicest restaurants, and even stuffed animals that could sing. He then slid letters underneath your door, and then he slid pictures of him incase you werent understanding how much he needed you. He would send his nudes through the phone, but you blocked him.

He did not get what a break meant. He hated that you wanted zero contact, and that you did not want to meet with him until you were ready to talk again. So, one last time he approached your door again. He knocked on the door, you peeked through the peephole, and saw he wasn’t holding anything this time. He was just wearing a dark hoodie, sweats, and his airpods shoved into his ears.

You opened the door just enough to get a good look at him. He…looked embarrassed? His face pink and he nervously fiddled with his hair.

“Can I come in..?” Your boyfriend asked. You slowly let him inside and your eyes widens as he pulled off his clothes. “Just hear me out-“

When he got his joggers pulled off, he revealed a little maid outfit. He wore this black and white skirt or dress, some white sheer tights, and had some bows in his hair.

“I’ll become your maid! I’ll clean, cook, and… sleep with you heh, if t-that’s just what you want!” He stuttered in the end to cover up the fact that he’s been so pent up. He didn’t want you to think that he’s still a sexual deviant (you so nicely called him).

So, over the next couple of weeks he would come over and clean your apartment. He would whistle some sweet tunes, vacuum the place, and he would occasionally flash a bit more leg at you. You found it humorous that he was trying to seduce you. The skirt of his dress would accidentally would be a bit too high up, and you caught sight of his erection. And he would try to be too helpful. If you were stressed out, he told you that you could hop on his cock.

He was becoming desperate for attention, and paranoid that you would find someone else during this “break.” He came around more often to clean your house, and he would sneak into your bedroom to snoop in your drawers. When you two were still dating, you had some scandalous intimates, and he audibly sighed when he saw none of those.

So, you weren’t seeing anyone new. He smiled as he chopped up some carrots for the stew he was cooking, he wanted to feed you well and make you happy. He snuck some viagra into your drink, and he handed it to you.

If you were being honest… you didn’t think that your boyfriend was capable of all of those things he was confessing to. You weren’t going to say that he’s dumb… but he definitely tended to act like he needed your attention and help 24/7. So, it was a surprise to hear that he was actually a massive pervert and manipulator. You continue to sit there with an impassive look on your face, your arms crossed, and you watch as he cried and sobbed. The viagra hasn’t kicked in yet, and he was cursing at himself for not giving you more. He tried to plead his case and get you to change your mind about him.

“I didn’t mean too!” He wailed. “It just happened so suddenly! I-It was like my feelings for you appeared overnight!” That was technically half true.

You did wish on a shooting star for a boyfriend, and the universe provided. But it turned into an unhealthy obsession, it turned an innocent man to start stalking you, and craving to be yours.

He could not stop, the tears in his eyes kept coming and he was on his knees. He knew any sane person would leave him in a heartbeat, they would dump his ass, and maybe even get a restraining order on him.

“You’re just so amazing! I fell in love with you immediately. It was like an instant connection..!” He pouted, and he crawled over to you. “Are you going to leave me?”

You heavily debated on it. He’s insane, that was pretty clear, and you also took a note that you should probably clean your sheets… and lock your room just in case. Your head still tried to wrap around the fact that he bought a plane ticket, and up-rooted his whole life…for you.

You sighed, “I might-“

“Don’t.” He quickly said, his eyes darkening and they narrow at you briefly. All before he nervously chuckles when you didn’t like his tone, and he reached for you, “W-What I meant was—“

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You scoffed and you took a step back. His hand falling down after you rejected his touch.

His lip started to quiver, and he bends down to kiss at your feet. “What can I do, my love?”

“You know I’ll do anything.”

You don’t know why, but you started to feel your body heat up. His lips looked so kissable and soft, his cheeks pink and tear-stained. You eventually gave in. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of seeing your body, so you unravel the ribbons in his hair, and cover his eyes. You used the other ribbons to tie his hands back.

He had to rely on his other senses to understand what you were doing. All he hears is a rustle of your clothes falling down to the floor, and you got him to lay on his back. You instructed him to open his mouth and he does so, his tongue sticking out in anticipation. He felt a presence nearby and he immediately tried to lick at it. His tongue feeling something warm and slick. He lifted his head up and buried himself into it, his tongue slipping inside to your core, and he probed for your g-spot. He pushed himself deeper, his neck straining to force his tongue deeper.

He wanted to use his hands to spread your legs further for him. He wanted to rip the blindfold off so he could see what he was doing, and make you feel better. He felt you pull away, and he latched his lips onto your heat to convince you to stay on his face. Your boyfriend huffed when his head fell back onto the floor, he licked his lips, and he felt you pull his boxers down. His cock sprung out— so eager for you to do whatever to it. A little dribble of cum spills out of his tip, and trailing down his shaft.

“fuhhhhck!” He let out a deep groan, your hand moving up and down his length as you put the condom on him. He wiggled his hips, imaging that it would be buried deep inside you. He could get off at the thought of you riding him.

You straddled his hips, his tip poking at your heat before you finally sank down on him. He bit his lip, his brows furrowed as you bounced up and down.

He still didn’t get to have sight privileges as you change positions. There was a ring of cum around his dick, and he began to harden again at your admiration. You praised him for doing so well, and you got onto all fours. He reached out for your hips, using his hands to guide himself behind you. He gently spreads your cheeks apart, and he glides right into you again.

He’s never heard of stopping at one time.

Once just wasn’t enough.

You let your boyfriend have a taste of you after months of shunning him. You had let him come to your graduation, but he had to stand from the distance, and he held a sign saying he “loves you.”

You were finally done with college and you were taking a right step in the direction, finding your own peace, and growing as a person.

But you just had to let him in.

Your boyfriend let out one final devastatingly brutal thrust—a sadistic smile tugging at his lips—and he knew he won you over when he heard you scream out his name.

Allure: Anywaaaaay! Idk if this will be the final, there might be another one where reader and him are engaged?? IDK don’t quote me.

[cairafea]

my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

ref:

[pangur-and-grim]

Has Pangur meet little Belphie yet?

she is not a fan

[candycatfalls]

Coughs up blood