#chiori x reader smut
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HII CAN I ASK FOR SERVICE TOP READER X POWER BOTTOM CHIORI
IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE SMUT ITS OKAY!!
THANK YOU
-> good sex cures pissy days
synopsis -> your wife comes home crabby, and you two decide to reverse the laws of sex.
a/n -> the title is so corny goodnight.... i loved this request tho it was interesting to write. i love chiori in general sooo. no clue if i wrote this right ahem i tried i swear🤞anyways it's 1 in the morning and i'm tired goodnight people
cw -> smut, mentions of a strap, v fingering, breast play.
w/c -> 768
“chiori, my dear, whats the matter?” you ask as she kicks her shoes off more aggressively than usual. she rushed over to the couch, brushing past you, sitting down and leaning back, staring at the dark ceiling.
“dear, speak to me,” you brush your hands through her silky hair, making her sigh and mumble a little bit. “what's got you so worked up?”
“today was awful at the boutique. there were so many customers and half of them were impatient anyways,” she looked into your eyes, immediately breaking the contact once she sees that you’re looking back at her. “all of these people sucked today, i tell you. tsk, my fabric shears almost impaled a man today.”
you giggled at that a little bit, brushing her bangs back from her face. you took her hand lightly, rubbing and massaging her palm.
“in what mood do you feel tonight, chi’?” you took her other hand, massaging a day of stress out of it.
“mm,” she hummed, looking up to meet your eyes before patting her lap. “come on, sit.”
that you do. you sit on her as she lays down, allowing you to straddle her lap. she grabs your waist, moving it lightly, making you grind against her. you continue the movements on your own, making her sigh a little bit.
“this is good?” you whisper, a smirk evident on your face. she nods, resting one hand on your waist and the other on the side of the couch.
“take off your clothes,” she chuckled, watching you do as she says while she does the same, not moving from the position she’s in on the couch. she wiggles out of her pants before slowly taking her panties down.
“come back,” she sighs, groaning when she feels you sit back down. “listen to me or you’re not allowed to cum, do you understand me?”
you nod almost instantly, allowing her hands to hold and direct you through what she wants first. you got the memo pretty quickly, her hands forcing your hips to rock back and forth over her clit. she seemed to be enjoying it.
a few minutes later, she brought her hand to her side.
“off.”
you got off, kneeling beside the couch, awaiting her next command. she brought one hand to her tit while she took the other down to her soaked entrance. you understood, starting to massage her chest and finger her hole.
hearing her moans got you all worked up, all soaked yourself. you entered another digit inside, switching to the other mound on her chest at the same time. you were on top of her at this point, propping one leg up on your shoulder, letting the other drape over the back of the couch. you increased the pace of your hand, making her moans even more close together. your lips clashed with hers, kissing her passionately. her tongue explored the inside of your mouth, leaving you breathless when she pulled away.
she grabbed your wrist, making you halt your movements.
“use the strap,” she breathed, her head lolling to the side. you smirked a little before standing up to grab it, securing it around your hips before readying her entrance. as soon as she tells you it’s okay to start, you’re bringing her into a kiss while sliding in.
her moans vibrate through your lips, holding her into the kiss while resting some of your weight on her torso. you maintain a steady pace, only thinking about pleasing your stressed out wife.
“is this alright?” you ask, intertwining your fingers with hers.
“faster,” she moaned, signaling you to pick up your pace. you do, and she immediately moans your name. you tried so hard to not cum at that moment, and thank all archons you didn’t. you really didn’t feel like disobeying.
you could tell she was about to cum, the way she was moaning and squeaking your name was a dead giveaway. she pulls you down, making you crush her with your body weight as she cums, leaving the other side of the couch absolutely soaked, as well as your thighs and abdomen.
“very good,” she choked, smiling at your efforts. “thank you.”
you smiled, getting off of her and unstrapping the toy. “anytime, my dear. lets get you cleaned up, mhm?”
“what about you?” she whispers, turning her head to look at your body. “you haven’t been satisfied. you were so good for me, you deserve fair treatment.”
you giggle, allowing her to bring your body nearer. “well, if thats what will make you happy and content, then go right ahead.”
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#chiori#chiori x reader#cw smut#chiori smut#chiori x reader smut
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HI KURO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE CHIORI AND G!P READER WHERE READER FUCKS THE HELL OUT OF CHIORI AFTER BEING PENT UP FOR SO LONG 😓😓
In celebration of Chiori's release, here you go!
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Chiori x g!p reader
Type: Smut (blowjob, table sex, creampie)
It was a pleasant evening when you went to Chiori's boutique to ask for a new set of formal clothes as you were to attend a gathering at your workplace in a week. You didn't expect the shop to be so filled to the brim even at this hour, but you knew it couldn't be helped.
"Welcome to Chioriya Boutique. How may I help you?" Chiori's assistant greeted you at the entrance, you glanced around and saw Chiori attending to a customer hence decided to wait for her. Chiori also saw you walk in but paid no heed and focused on her work at hand, that's just how she was and you had problems. You sat in the waiting area and watched her diligently work with the customers around her, admiring her style and ethics.
You didn't expect her to tend to you first just because you were her partner; and frankly, you preferred to be tended later when there were less people around. Hours passed as you sat and waited, occassionally helping yourself to some tea and snacks and reading some magazines. You realized you were the last in line since nobody else came in after you and Chiori was still quite busy with others.
At last, Chiori was finally free to tend to you but to her surprise, you had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for her. Her expression remained steeled but she felt slightly guilty inside for making you wait so long, it was perhaps due to the fact that she knew you won't force yourself in the middle that she rested easy and decided to come to you last.
She sent her assistants home for the day and closed the blinders of the shop then walked up to you and extended her hands towards your face to cup it but quickly retracted it and cleared her throat.
"Y/n, wake up. It's your turn now."
Her sharp voice rang through your ears and you jolted awake to see her standing in front of you with her arms crossed over chest. You hurriedly stood up but looked around to see the shop was empty and she had pulled out the blinders in the front, finally realizing it was quite late.
"A-Ah, I'm sorry. It seems you are closing up now, I'll come tomorrow morning."
Chiori stared at you with her usual straightforward expression then held your wrist and pulled you towards her work table before grabbing her tools.
"Don't waste time. What clothes do you want?"
"Um... I wanted a formal suit for a workplace gathering, something elegant and simple but enough as a party wear, if that makes sense."
Chiori nodded and took out a few fabric pieces to make you choose, you hesitantly went over the choices then finally picked one of them and she grabbed her measuring tape then came in front of you.
"W-Wait, don't you already have my measurements....?"
"Hmph, and what if you have changed in some areas? The measurements are almost 4 months old now, and with your eating habits I'm certain you have lost a few inches here and there."
"H-Hey, don't put it so bluntly. I try to eat well now..." you spoke in an embarrassed tone and looked away. Chiori smiled to herself for a moment then donned her usual expression and began taking your measurements.
"Hmm... I knew it, your shoulders are thinner by 3 cm.... and your waist by 8 cm... Seriously, what are you even eating?"
Chiori mumbled as she went all around your upper body then kneeled down in front to take measurements for your pants. You blushed all of a sudden looking at her in such a tempting position and felt your cock twitch in your pants, hoping she would be done soon and doesn't notice. Chiori then placed the tape on your pants' button and aligned it till your crotch point, noticing a small bulge as soon as she pressed the tape on it.
Chiori grinned and pressed the tape once again, earning a startled gasp from you. "Hmm, seems one part of you has grown at the very least. Looks like all that you are eating is going here~"
Chiori teased while palming your crotch, vibrations going up your body. She then zipped down your flyer and fished out your semi-erect cock, pumping it slowly and languidly.
"Ngh~ C-Chiori...."
"....I'll make it up to you for the wait." Chiori whispered then kissed your tip, your face becoming flushed at her actions.
"But first, take off your clothes. I don't want any fabrics getting dirty."
You couldn't do anything but comply, you swiftly pulled off your shirt and pants then stood in front of her and watched her pull down her kimono followed by her tights, keeping her underwear on. She dropped to her knees again and began pumping your cock like before, the length fully erect now. She placed her lips around the head and swiped her tongue over the slit, sucking and licking your cock.
Your groaned and gently held her head to stabilise yourself, she began bobbing her head up and down your length now. You thrusted your hips into her with a rhythmic motion, your tip brushing the back of her throat every time. Her hands massaged your balls and pumped your base as she continued bobbing her head, you sighed at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue slurping along that one vein and the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
"Gah—! Chiori! T-Too fast—!~"
"I have to... close the shop soon.... hurry up and cum." Chiori moaned around your length, sending shivers down your body and you gripped her hair tighter.
Chiori eagerly bobbed her head and sucked your cock as if she was starved, perhaps she really felt bad for making you wait this long, or perhaps she simply wanted this so much. Your cock twitched as you formed a perfect rhythm with your thrusts, lightly gripping her hair and pulling her closer to plunge deeper.
"I'm close....nggh~" you moaned and Chiori hummed then swallowed your cock entirely, your eyes rolling to your skull as you instantly released inside her. Your hips jerked forward and you pulled her mouth flush against your abdomen, sending small thrusts inside her as you spurted your load. Chiori barely managed to swallow all your load, some drops dripping down her chin onto her breasts that she scooped up and licked.
"How messy. Good thing we removed our clothes." Chiori teased with a grin as she stood up and you suddenly pushed her to the table before turning her around and bending her body on it. Chiori gasped in surprise then moaned feeling your throbbing cockhead rub against her own drenched folds.
"Hmm.... you are slow, Y/n. Put it in already."
"I'm slow? Did you forget you are the one who made me wait for hours?~" you husked in her ear and licked the shell, your body resting on her back as you continued grinding your cock between her thighs.
"H-Hmph! Don't consider yourself special just cause you are my girlfriend—!"
"Oh, but I do. After all, you wouldn't accept this payment method from anyone else, right?~"
"Heh, do you want to be thrown out of my shop?~"
"Oh, try me~"
You immediately sheathed inside her in a swift motion, a loud gasp leaving her mouth as her body arched off the table. Your groaned at her tightness, her walls clenching you so well. You rutted into her in slow and shallow thrusts at first, making her more restless as she chased her release.
"I told you to get on with it! It's already so late—Mhm!~"
You suddenly slammed deep inside, prodding her sensitive spot. You then continued hammering against that same spot with a fast pace, your thighs slapping against her ass eliciting erotic noises in the shop. It was a good thing she put the blinders on the window, otherwise the Thundering Seamstress' dignity would be in trouble. You pounded at an animalistic pace, her body arching into you with each thrust and a moan filling your ears.
"Gonna cum again... damn, you are so tight for me, Chiori~"
"Mhmmm.... s-stop talking.... just fuck me....!~"
"My, such crude language is unbecoming of you, Ms Chiori~"
You smiked and pushed her further down by her lower back, making a beautiful arch of her body. You gripped her hips and drilled forward, your thick cock splitting her open. Her mind was hazy fron the stimulations, and soon after she felt a surge of hot and gooey liquid filling her up. She moaned as her walls clenched your cock and she released too, a ring of cum forming at the base of your cock.
You pulled out and watched some of the cum drip down her folds while she laid panting atop the table. You turned her around and held her up in your arms, her hands wrapping around your neck and legs around your waist. You kissed her deeply and passionately, then carried her to the couch and plunged your cock inside her again.
"H-Hey! Let's go home and— aaah!~"
"No, we do it right here. You made me wait for so long, you have to compensate me right~"
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact#genshin women#genshin x reader#chiori#chiori x reader#g!p reader
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NSFW Headcannons
Chiori, Shenhe x GN Reader
!Smut, Minors DNI
//I don’t know, but something about those two makes me act up.
Chiori
She’s the top, don’t even think about challenging her on that. She’s the one who initiates everything so she’s taking the lead.
Don’t try to rip or tear any of her clothes, she takes great pride in them. Even if you’re especially needy, you’ll wait for her to take them off herself, no matter if it takes her a while or not. Your clothes however? She can always make you new ones, so don’t keep her waiting or she won’t hesitate to remove them in her own way.
Doesn’t care whether something is “unorthodox”, as long as it feels good she’ll do it. From designing revealing clothes for you and forcing you to wear them to dragging you away to semi-public places to relieve her of her pent-up urges.
Do as she says and you might get rewarded, resist her and you get to know her less pleasant side.
Shenhe
Okay with whatever you want her to be, although the position of top is more natural to her. Follows your instructions and orders to a tea either way. She trusts that you know what’s best for you two.
Is a quick learner. Teach her something and she’ll start doing it like an expert almost instantly, and while her urge to please you might lead her to overdo it at first, once she learns your boundaries she does her best to respect them, although her impulses make it difficult sometimes.
There’s surprisingly little that’s taboo for her, although she prefers to do it in private.
She has difficulties expressing herself most of the time, which only makes her moans when you play with her breasts even more rewarding.
#shenhe#shenhe x reader#shenhe smut#chiori#chiori x reader#chiori smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut
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Okay so I am not simping or pulling for Chiori because I'm pulling for Itto; but I just had a thought.
Imagine this: Chiori personally designing, tailoring and making all of her s/o's clothing and that includes lingerie. Just so she can have the privilege and pleasure of knowing you are personally wearing it; only to later have the pleasure of taking it slowly off of you later. She already knows your measurements, your sizing, what colours and patterns suit you best, it's just another way of proving you're hers.
#thoughts of a dreamer#living in the state of dreaming#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact#Chiori#fxf#fxm if you're into that sort of thing.#Genshin imagines.
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cws for fem reader and forced exhibitionism at the end (?) chiori makes you greet a customer without any clothes on.
“You’re such a careless, girl. You truly do cost me more than you’re worth.”
Chiori sighs as she looks over the tattered dress in her hands, nimble fingers prodding at the tears and holes in the fabric. “I’m beginning to think that you do this purposefully.” This had been the third dress this month to be ruined in some way or another, and while Chiori found great joy in creating new pieces for you to model, this was becoming unacceptable.
Ruby eyes lift to pin you with a steely stare, and she tilts her head at you, one leg crossing over the other as she beckons you forward with a crook of her finger. You take slow steps towards her, your fingers curling into your fist as you move, and she’s sure that you’re incredibly uncomfortable in your current state, completely nude in the near freezing room, but she can’t bring herself to care.
You stop in front of where she’s sitting, and her gaze slowly takes you in - from your head where your hair is still pinned neatly from when she styled it this morning, down to your rounded breasts and over your pebbled nipples, over the slight swell of your belly, and down to the mound that sits squished between your thighs before settling on your face once again.
“What’s your excuse this time? Did it catch on a door? Did you take a fall? Please, tell me.”
“I-I went for a stroll in the garden, and while I was out…” Chiori pays no attention to your words, her attention instead falling back between your legs, and she lets out a quiet sigh, her hand moving forward to touch you. There’s a stutter in your voice, but you continue. “…o-one of those pesky pelicans—oh.” Her thumb pushes past your puffy folds, digit pushing down hard against your clit, and she doesn’t bother looking up as she says a low ‘continue’. “It —ah— attacked me.”
“A pelican attacked you?” She stops her movements to instead spread your lips apart, your legs widening in reflex, and get a better view of your cunt. Your slick webs and stretches as she bares you open, and she watches as your clit twitches under her gaze. “And yet, you don’t have a single scratch on your person. Do you take me for a fool, my dear?” She gathers your slick with the fingers of her other hand, spreading the digits apart and marveling at the sticky, clear substance, before smearing it over your clit, rubbing it in as she draws circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Were the dresses not to your liking?”
She thought the dresses had looked exquisite on you. Yes, they had been tight, short and utterly impractical, but they were for her viewing pleasure. She liked to watch you move around in the small bits of fabric, catching peeks of your ass whenever you reached for something, or glimpses of your panty-clad sex whenever you bent over just the tiniest bit. The bodice pushed your breasts up and out, and the large mounds ballooned out of the top and threatened to expose you with each breath.
“You can be honest with me. I won’t be upset.” She says, two fingers traveling further down to slip inside your tight, wet hole. It greedily sucks her in, squelching and drooling as she fingers you, and your breasts heave with ragged, uneven breaths.
“N-No, they weren’t.” You whine, painted toes curling in the carpet and thighs trembling. She hums, ever grateful that your mind clouded so effortlessly whenever she toyed between your legs.
“What a shame.” She’s never had a single person claim to not like one of her designs, and yet here you were, doing so without a care as you desperately chased your high, with your arousal dripping down her wrist. “Being as though my clothing isn’t to your liking, and I refuse to let a pet of mine wear anyone else’s creation, I suppose you’ll just have to walk around naked, then.”
Her fingers push in deeper and rub, and a short shout leaves your mouth before your leg is jerking up, hips uncontrollably bucking as you cream on her fingers. When you’ve come down from your high, she slips her fingers out of you with a wet squelch before lifting them up, and like the somewhat trained pet you are, you take them in your mouth, lashes wet with tears as you clean them with your tongue.
There’s a bit of commotion from the front of the boutique, followed by a shrill ding from the bell on the counter, and a smirk settles on her darkly painted lips as she pulls her fingers out of your mouth. “I believe we have a customer - why don’t you go up front and greet them as you are while I dry my hands?”
Your eyes widen, mouth opening and closing, and Chiori tuts as she uncrosses her legs before standing from her seat. “Do hurry now. I’d hate to have to punish you for earning me a negative review due to a long wait time.”
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Aqua Regia VI: I’m done dancing to alarm bells—I’m done fighting off change.
Previous chapter // Next chapter // First chapter
Neuvillette x Fem!reader
Word count: 7.1k
The ball goes off without a hitch, and tide finally swells in, sweeping you up in its grasp.
Authors note: warning for a bit of anxiety in this. We have haikaveh, beiguang and some minor chilumi if you squint, among other guest appearances. THIS IS IT FOLKS! ALL THE PINING AND WAITING FINALLY COMES TO THIS. The smut will be next but i… still have to write it… lol.
“Is it ready?”
“Are you doubting my capabilities, Monsieur Neuvillette?”
“Ah, no, forgive my impatience, Miss Chiori.”
Neuvillette paced the front reception of Chioriya boutique with swift steps as the young designer wrote on her notepad, looking over her books at the front desk.
“If you keep pacing like that, you’ll burn skids into my cypress flooring.”
He stopped, facing her. “My apologies.”
The Inazuman woman continued her leisurely work, having told him that she would only be a moment longer many, many moments ago.
He perked up when she set down her pen.
“Did yours fit as it should? Nothing to alter?”
“I put it all on the moment it arrived yesterday,” he said, watching as she rose. “It is perfect, as expected.”
“Such flattery.” Chiori clicked her tongue against her teeth, rounding the reception desk to walk towards the back.
He thumbed the metal of his cane as he waited for her to return, a small blip of excitement rushing through him as the designer returned with a very large box, and a large dress bag on a velvet hanger.
“The shoes are in the box with the cloak,” she said, disinterested. “All of it is to your specifications, and water resistant in case of rain, as you asked.”
“Thank you, I’ll have your payment sent swiftly, with a generous tip for the short notice.” He said, taking the box and dress bag from her hands.
“Hmm.” Chiori looked unimpressed, though, that was how she usually looked. “Nearly everyone in the city who is attending the ball wanted to wear my designs, I had to deny several clients just to make time for these.”
“Your graciousness knows no bounds, Miss Chiori.”
She gave him a deadpan look, resting a hand on her hip.
“In all the years I’ve been dressing you, I’ve never once had you so eager to dress someone else, let alone a woman.”
He felt rather embarrassed, but resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze, clearing his throat and holding eye contact with a neutral expression.
Chiori just sighed, rolling her eyes. He took that as his permission to leave, though he didn’t really need it.
“I’ll see you at the ball, sir. I hope you enjoy yourself, and—“
He paused, turning to meet her eyes once more.
“Happy birthday, Monsieur Neuvillette.”
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You were late.
Charlotte had run ahead of you, having helped you put your elaborate outfit together, makeup and all, and with her short red dress and tiny heeled boots she said it would be much easier for her to run ahead and make sure everything was going smoothly without you.
Your new apartment was closer to the Palais than your old one, and you were eternally grateful for that as you rode the lift with a tapping foot.
You’d all decided to hold the ball in the Palais Mermonia’s largest conference hall, the host of many of Lady Furinas parties in the past.
You rushed to the doors, nodding politely to the usher outside who recognized you as one of the organizers and let you through to get out of the rain. You hoped desperately that it was a natural rainfall, and not the telltale sign that Neuvillette was under any kind of duress.
That little epiphany had taken longer than you’d care to admit— his emotions being linked to the rain— but now that you knew, it was like a helpful little tool at your disposal.
Your cloak dragged along the floor of the entrance, and you picked up your intricate dress to shuffle along faster to the conference hall.
You breathed a sigh of relief when you met the melusines standing at the doors, they greeted you with smiles and rushed you through, telling you that everything was going wonderfully.
You opened the doors, and the glittering assemblage greeted you once more, now ten times more opulent with all the equally beautiful guests filling the space.
The elite of the elite were here, government officials, fontainian high society, well known adventurers and local legends, dignitaries from other nations— you could spot the infamous kamisato siblings by the drink station, wearing striking and intricate Kimonos that were surely designed by Chiori.
The magic twins were doing a mini performance, Lyney in a burgundy tux and Lynette in a matching teal getup, only she was wearing a pretty skirt and stockings. You waved at them through the group that had formed, and Lyney gave you a little wink without losing his stride.
“There you are!” Charlotte moved her way through the crowd to greet you, gesturing around to the ball in all its grandure. “This is incredible! Everything is going wonderful so far!”
It was incredible. You looked around at the regal decorations, the soft, warm lighting of the chandeliers, the silk hanging in deep arches lining the ceiling, the subtle hydro motifs in little places if you looked hard enough.
It screamed royalty, it screamed wealth without seeming too ostentatious. It was truly the most opulent and beautiful party you’d ever been to, let alone helped organize.
“Thank you, I wasn’t terribly worried though, I figured Lady Furina had things well under control.” You smiled.
You could hear her voice, loud and clear above the gentle strings playing, and turned to look by the sweets table, to see your former archon entertaining some people with a story, quite animated, but not as much as she’d been in the past.
When working with her while planning the ball, you’d grown to realize that she’d become much more grounded since she stepped down, still dramatic in her own right, but more realistically so. More human.
“Here,” Charlotte pulled you from your thoughts, gesturing with her hands. “Let me take your cloak, you should go and find Neuvillette.”
“Oh,” you said. “Thank you.”
You pulled the large hood down, freeing your hair from its protective cocoon. It had taken you and Charlotte nearly an hour to place all the tiny little multi-colored pearls in an intricate pattern all throughout the style, and you’d be damned if you were going to let the rain ruin it.
You pulled the lush cloak from your shoulders, suddenly feeling a little self conscious out in the open.
You’d never owned a gown this beautiful, never worn something so stunning in your life.
Lucious crushed blue velvet, though light and airy, hugged your torso and flared out into the most stunning ball gown you’d ever seen. A sheer panel decorated with lace created the high neckline, and with it being sleeveless, the stunning white gloves that came to your upper arms were a lovely addition.
What was most jarring however was the very open and low back of the dress, perfectly balanced with the gigantic bow poised right above your bottom. It was truly a masterpiece, and you cannot believe that Neuvillette had something so beautiful made just for you.
You couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. You were completely infatuated with him, stricken with a fluttering heart whenever you thought of him, doomed to confront these feelings— and sooner, rather than later.
It seemed they were reciprocated, but you could never be too sure. Insecurity and anxiety still ate at you. Neuvillette was still a bit of an enigma, never forward or clear on if his advances were truly courtship, or if he just did friendship more intensely than most, due to his inexperience with all kinds of relationships in general.
You smoothed your hands over your dress, feeling yourself start to sweat a little in your satin gloves. You looked around, craning your neck to see if you could spot him, and oh— there he was.
He was standing at the back of the hall, by the table of honor, set specifically for the man of the hour and those closest to him, mainly yourself, Wriothesley, the traveler, Lady Furina and a good number of melusine.
Neuvillette reached up to fuss with Wriothesley’s tie, which was perpetually loose in his day to day outfits, and it seemed it was no different for this occasion.
Wriothesley was wearing a striking outfit, which was really just a more elevated version of his regular look, complete with a fur lined cape and quite an intense pair of boots, but if you were honest, the look worked for him.
He flushed and laughed Neuvillette off, pushing his hands away to fix his own tie, smoothing down his slicked back hair, which was a nice addition to the look. Was that a touch of eyeliner?
Your gaze finally roamed onto Neuvillette himself. He looked… well he looked even more handsome than he usually did, and that was certainly saying something.
You felt your chest tighten as you drank in his visage from head to toe.
His normal dress wear was certainly high fashion, but this look was something out of a runway show.
An opulent suit, perfectly altered and in his colors, but what stood out was the single shoulder capelet, attached with an intricate gold clasp, and the stunning blue fabric rippled like water as it flowed down his arm and back, trailing elegantly on the floor behind him. His hair had been slicked back as well, a single curl present at his forehead that seemed to deny its place pulled back to be braided into the rest of his hair.
The braid was long, tied with his signature bow at the bottom and decorated with lots of the same multi-colored pearls that dotted your own hairstyle, and you blushed at the thought.
Now that you looked, you realized that his outfit and yours had nearly identical color schemes, down to the black bow sitting at the small of your back, the same color and fabric as the one holding his braid.
The final touch was the circlet he had on, a delicate gold piece that only added to his air of regality. As you trailed your gaze over his face, his subtle eye makeup, his eyes met yours.
Your breath caught in your chest.
His eyes devoured you, so intense you felt like you were drowning.
He moved then, walking towards you with a determination you’d not seen in him, and you froze for a moment before your feet pulled you to him, enraptured by his beauty and wanting to see more, wanting to see it closer.
As he took his final step, you held your breath as you realized he was so close that your dress pushed up against him, your chest nearly bumping into him as you stuttered out your exhale.
His pupils dilated, the thin slits nearly consuming his eyes as they flickered across your face.
“You look…” you paused, looking for the words.
“Beautiful,” He said, breathless. “Absolutely beautiful.”
You grinned. “I don’t know if beautiful is the word I would have used, but I’m glad you like the way you look tonight too, Neuvillette.”
The faintest hint of pink fluttered across his cheeks, but he maintained his composure, lifting one of your gloved hands into his, bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss on your knuckles that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes remained on yours the entire time.
“I know you jest, just as I know you are aware I was describing how you look this evening.” He smiled. “Positively radiant. I am glad the gown was to your liking.”
You flushed, looking down at your dress, your gloved hand resting in his— even still.
“You really didn’t have to get this for me.”
“Nonsense,” he said. “You expressed concern at what you were to wear to this event, and after all the effort you were exuding at my expense, I wished to take that worry off your shoulders.”
“Even so…” your eyes couldn’t meet his no matter how hard you tried. You were so flustered, so swept up in this rushing tide of a moment.
“You are more than deserving,” Neuvillette bent down further, trying to catch your gaze. “Of this and more.”
You finally broke, meeting his eyes once more. His gaze was so intense, so consuming. You were nearly certain that he felt the same way you did, but you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself tonight.
”Neuvillette,” you said, eyes flickering between his. “I need to ask you—“
The ringing of metal against delicate glass broke you both from each other, the entire hall of beautifully dressed guests turning to see Lady Furina perched atop a table, tapping a fork against her champagne glass.
Her gown was beautiful, less extravengent than ones you’d seen in the papers after her own birthday celebrations, but more elegant and poise. It suited her.
“Treasured guests, friends and colleagues.” She started, gathering the people's attention in its entirety as her voice projected throughout the hall. “If we could gather around, I’d like to give a toast before we start the first dances!”
The music was halted, people moving from their little groups to merge around the table, gazing up at the former archon.
Neuvillette guided you along, standing off to Furina’s right to watch with a delicate smile as she waited for the people to settle.
Across the little stage she had created for herself, you saw the traveler fussing with the suit jacket of a tall red haired man who was grinning down at her without a care in the world. You think you recognize him as the Harbinger Tartaglia, but the traveler knew all kinds of interesting characters, so you couldn't be too sure.
She looked lovely tonight as well, trading her otherworldly daily outfit for a pretty pale blue gown with flowing bishop sleeves, a white pearl necklace and bracelet. You thought it looked very easy to move around in, and surmised that she probably did that on purpose, in case of an unexpected emergency.
Lumine had been a huge help during the planning and organization of this event, tackling the odd jobs and running around with practiced ease, smiling and dragging her companions around while doing it.
You saw the representatives from Mondstadt, Kaeya Alberich and Lisa Minci. They were already holding mostly empty wine glasses, dressed sharply and eyeing the crowds with gazes far too calculating for people who were surely a couple drinks into their evening. They were trusted folk though, if the travelers word was anything to go by, so you supposed they were keeping an eye out for any signs of impending disaster, just like the rest of you planned to.
Tonight had to go perfectly. With Neuvillettes' apprehension to have this gathering in the first place, if tonight ended in disaster it would surely put an end to the idea of any other celebrations in his honor for the future.
The traveler assured you that the people invited would not only never dream of causing issues, but would actively help to keep things running smoothly, thanks to her letters requesting so.
Furina started her toast, a fanciful and long worded piece that she’d spent weeks practicing, and you eyed the crowds again as you stood beside Neuvillette. Everything was fine. Everything was going well.
“To conclude,” Lady Furina smiled. “I cannot think of a better person to look after my most beloved nation, take care of its people, and uphold the principles of justice so integral to its well being. Honored guests, please give a warm round of applause to the man of the hour, Monsieur Neuvillette!”
The hall erupted into polite but eager applause. She gestured to him, beckoning him over to the table. As opposed to standing up with her, he offered a gloved hand to help her down, murmuring a thank you to her as he stood in front of all the people who had come to celebrate him. Furina took his spot beside you, a little giddy with excitement at the fact that she’d convinced him to give a speech.
“Thank you all for joining us tonight,” his voice boomed throughout the hall, just like it did during trials— commanding the attention of all who heard it. “As much as I was resistant to the idea of a celebration so grand, I will admit that this opportunity to have so many representatives from other nations gathered in one place is extremely important to the betterment of our connections as the people of Teyvat.”
A tiny voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd that sounded an awful lot like Seigewinne. “You just want the opportunity to keep working when you’re supposed to be celebrating!”
Polite laughter rang through the crowd, and even Neuvillette cracked a bit of a smile.
“I will neither confirm nor deny such an accusation.” He said, clearing his throat. “Regardless, I am grateful. I wish for you all to enjoy the festivities, and have a pleasant evening. Please remember to drink responsibly.”
The hall filled with applause once more. Furina giggled and stood to the front, capturing the people's attention once again with ease.
“Alright everyone! Please mingle a moment longer while the orchestra finishes setting up, and the first dances will begin shortly!”
The crowd dispersed, and Neuvillette shuffled his way back to you despite people trying to capture his attention.
“Would you do me a favor?” He asked.
“Of course.”
He smiled. “The foreign dignitaries are going to want to come and greet me, and I would appreciate it if you stood by my side while exchanging pleasantries.”
“Oh? Is someone nervous all of a sudden?” you grinned, feeling your chest flutter.
“Ah,” his expression read that he knew you were teasing, but the little cringe was enough to tell you���d guessed at least somewhat correctly. “Not exactly, but as my assistant it will be vital for you to form positive relationships with these people as well.”
You nodded, and he exhaled his relief just as a tall silver haired man strode over with all the confidence and aloofness of Neuvillette on his best days. A very pretty blonde man trailed beside him wearing an elaborate and expensive looking getup with a beautifully coloured feather in his hair. The pair seemed odd, but looked every bit like the elite couples that surrounded them.
“Monsieur Neuvillette, it’s an Honor.” the gray haired man spoke, reaching out a green gloved hand adorned with gold rings. Neuvillette obliged, shaking his hand with a nod. “My name is Alhaitham, I am currently the acting grand sage of Sumeru’s Akademiya. I’m here on behalf of Lord Kusanali to congratulate you on your new position as ruler of Fontaine.” The man's voice seemed a little disinterested, but he was otherwise very polite.
“Alhaitham, thank you for attending.” Neuvillette said. “I’ve heard about what you did for your archon and nation, and I must commend you for your integrity and courage.”
The acting grand sages eyes rolled ever so slightly, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the poise and grace that Neuvillette had when he blessed you with such an action.
“Please, sir. I simply did not want to deal with the aftermath of what they were planning. In all honesty, I was hoping to be responsible for much less in the fallout, but here I am— regardless.”
The blond man smacked his arm, tutting at him disapprovingly. “Stop that!” He turns to Neuvillette with an apologetic look.
“I’m so sorry Monsieur,” the blond says. “What Alhaitham means to say is thank you, and we are both very grateful to be here.”
Alhaitham rolls his eyes once more, shoving the blond man forward a bit towards Neuvillette, “this is my plus-one for the evening, Kaveh.”
Neuvillette takes his hand, shaking it gently. “The light of Kshawrewar, I’ve seen photographs of your work at Port Ormos and the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and read many of your papers on the value of creativity in architecture. It is a delight to finally meet you.”
Kaveh’s face becomes incredibly red, and you feel for him, knowing how intense it can be when Neuvillette is face to face, complimenting you without reservation.
“Oh, I—“ he stutters. “Thank you sir, I’m d-deeply honored.”
“Would you consider taking some time to collaborate with some of our engineers here in Fontaine? There is much that needs to be rebuilt after the great flood, and your artistic flair will fit in most wonderfully with our brightest creatives.”
“Oh—“ Kaveh looks like he might pass out. “I would love to!”
“Wonderful.” Neuvillette turns and introduces you to the two of them, who give you polite nods in return.
“She will get in contact with you in the coming weeks to arrange a proposal. As my assistant, most of the dialogue for such projects falls into her field of work, but I will be keeping a close eye on whatever may become of your collaborations, rest assured.” Neuvillette said, placing a hand on the small of your back.
You tried to ignore the heat from his gloved palm resting against your skin, your bare skin, but you involuntarily shivered, making Neuvillette flinch a bit and pull his hand away, much to your simultaneous relief and displeasure.
The acting grand sage, Alhaitham, seemed to look between you a bit strangely, as if making calculations in his head, but the moment he noticed your eyes on him, he steadied his expression once more.
“I’m sure Kaveh will be most enthused and honored by such an invitation. I’ll ensure he responds in a timely manner.” Alhaitham spoke for the architect, who still seemed a bit awestruck and speechless.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Alhaitham took the blond by the arm, nodding politely as he guided the wide eyed Kaveh off, murmuring to him in hushed tones.
“They seem like an odd pair.” Neuvillette mumbled to himself.
“I think they compliment each other quite nicely.” You smiled, watching them walk off. Neuvillette looked at you a little oddly, but you only glanced at him before the dispersing crowd caught your eye.
The conductor of the orchestra had taken their position, waiting patiently as the noise died down.
“To begin, a requested song, to honor the Iudex.” Neuvillette seemed a bit taken aback as the conductor spoke, but the crowd pushed back to open the dance floor as the first notes of the song rang out.
Your eyes immediately found Wriothesley, recognizing the song as his favorite, the one he played the evening that Neuvillette pulled him away from you so abruptly. The night that you got caught in the rain with Neuvillette, hunkering down in his house to wait out the storm. The evening that changed everything.
The Duke, much to his credit, just winked at you, gesturing with a little nod of his head as if to say well? Get on that dance floor!
You gaped at him, confused before turning to find Neuvillette bent slightly, elegantly at the waist, holding out a single gloved hand as he looked up at you with hopeful eyes.
“May I have the honor of this first dance?” He asked.
Your face felt hot, all these eyes on you, but you wanted this, so you took his hand.
“I’d like that, yes.” You said softly.
He guided you to the center of the dance floor, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other sat diligently in his palm, and he pulled you just a little bit closer, feeling your chest brush up against him.
Everything around you seemed to blur as he held your gaze, guiding you into the steps of a very simple waltz. You’d not really danced before, only when fooling around with friends, pretending.
Neuvillette made it easy, his secure hold on you made you feel safe, like even if you slipped, he would keep you steady.
His eyes pulled yours in with a magnitude unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. His gaze was so intense, it threatened to take your breath away.
“Neuvillette, sir.” You breathed.
He smiled fondly at you, continuing his expert guidance of you to the song Wriothesley had picked for this moment.
“I think we're beyond the honorifics and titles by now, yes?”
His smile seemed almost teasing, a lightness to his expression you’d rarely ever seen before.
“That's…” you flushed, looking away from him just for a moment. “That’s precisely what we need to talk about.”
He chuckled, spinning you around as other couples began to join you on the floor, gliding and twirling around with each other as the music swayed and swelled.
“We need to speak about your use of titles? “ he said, eyes glittering with mirth. “I suppose when in the office, or in the opera house, they’ll still be appropriate.”
“No—“ you stammered, nearly tripping over his shoe, but he kept you steady, stepping into the movement like it never happened, his hand firm on the skin of your lower back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He looked so beautiful in this moment, the gold on him shimmered in the warm lighting, his eyes twinkling with so much emotion, so much power. He was every bit the regal leader he showed to the outside world, but inside, he was so much more.
“Perhaps.” He said, teasingly. He leaned a bit closer to your ear. “Perhaps I wish to just savor this moment for a while longer. Would you allow me that privilege?”
“I…” you felt a little confused, a little dumbstruck. “Of course.” You wanted to enjoy this moment as well, but your heart yearned to know the truth.
Did he truly feel the same way as you? Is that what this was?
But you still couldn’t understand why he was avoiding the conversation you were clearly trying to have.
Could it be because he knew your feelings and… didn’t return them like you thought? Was he trying to get through the night without hurting you? Is that what he meant? That he wished to savor this evening without your pesky feelings getting in the way?
Your thoughts began to spiral, but he kept you steady as the song neared its conclusion. You were glad he had pulled you closer so he couldn't see the worry work itself over your face. All signs pointed that your feelings were reciprocated, but what if you were just deluding yourself?
No, I can’t keep thinking this way. I’ll ruin the whole evening at this rate.
The song flourished into its ending and Neuvillette gave you one last delicate spin before he pulled back and gave the customary bow.
You curtsied, hoping to hide the anxiety that was eating at you.
The second song of the evening began, and the clicking of heels caught your attention, turning you around.
the most beautiful and elegant woman you’d ever seen was striding up to you, a tall and muscular dark haired woman in tow.
The woman in front had luscious pale white hair, her ruby eyes sparkling with intelligence as she looked between you and Neuvillette. She was dressed to the nines; elegant jewels covering her throat and wrists, stunning and intricate hair ornaments, the most gorgeous golden gown, skin tight and showing off her immaculate body. You suddenly felt very self conscious, squirming where you stood as she and her companion drew closer.
She came to a stop in front of you, nodding at Neuvillette.
“May I steal your lovely little assistant for this next dance?” Her voice even sounded rich, like she was someone incredibly important, incredibly powerful.
Neuvillette tensed a bit, his hand still holding yours, bit he breathed, guiding you towards the golden woman. “By all means, enjoy yourselves.”
“Good.” She took your hand, nodding to her companion. “Beidou, please entertain the Iudex, talk of trade or whatever strikes your fancy.”
She pulled you along, guiding you into a new section of the dancefloor and immediately took up the position of the guiding role, pulling you this way and that, though very elegantly, and with practiced ease.
“It’s lovely to finally meet the infamous little assistant.” She said, her ruby eyes glittering.
You felt like you had a frog in your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not sure who you are, miss.”
“Ah,” she smiled. “You can call me Ningguang. I run some… business in Liyue, and I'm hoping to better my connections with our neighbors by the sea, so to speak.”
Ningguang… where had you heard that name before?
“Ah, then I suppose I’m your gal,” you smiled, feeling a little more at ease. A little. “Most trade negotiations come through me before they reach the Iudex.”
“As I expected. I just wished to meet the person I would be sending my offers to, I would like to know who I’m in business with, you understand.”
You nodded. “Of course, that’s completely understandable.”
”You're such a sweet little thing.” She smiled at you, and you still couldn't shake the feeling you knew her from somewhere. A woman with this aura of importance surely couldn't just be a merchant from liyue.
You let your eyes roam past her shoulder, catching glimpses of her companion speaking with Neuvillette, laughing loudly at something he said and smacking the man on the shoulder in her amusement.
He looked shocked, but was unmoving, a polite smile on his face.
“So,” Ningguang said. “How long have you two been in love?”
You did trip this time, but she caught you, the sharps of her hand jewelry digging into your skin ever so slightly.
“I beg your pardon?” You squeaked.
She laughed, it was a rich and lucious melody you’d never heard in a laugh before.
“Oh please, anyone with eyes can see the way he postures over you like a dog guarding a bone,” her gaze turned mischievous, then. “Or a dragon hoarding its treasure.”
She must’ve felt the way you tensed, the slight quirk of your brow as she said it, because her eyes thinned with amusement, though you weren’t sure if it was on your behalf or at your expense.
You continued the dance in relative silence, and when the song ended, and she pulled you by your hand back towards Neuvillette and her companion, Beidou.
She gave a dramatic bow at the waist, bringing your hand to her lips. “Thank you for indulging me, little one.” She pressed a kiss onto the white satin of your glove, her red lipstick only leaving the faintest of marks. “The information you gave me was most insightful.”
You blushed intensely, not having the words to respond, so you just nodded, giving a light curtsy.
“Congratulations, Monsieur, and Happy Birthday.” she said to Neuvillette.
He bowed, very respectful. “Thank you, Lady Ningguang.”
She dragged her companion away towards the drink table, and it suddenly hit you.
“That was…” holy celestia.
“Lady Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, yes.” Neuvillette sighed.
“And you let me dance with her without a warning?!” You whisper-yelled.
Neuvillette seemed to shake some unwanted emotions off, steadying himself with a heavy grip on his ornamental cane. “Lady Ningguang is not one to be denied such simple requests, and besides,” he looked down at you. “I thought you knew.”
“Pardon me for not expecting to be asked to dance by the leader of a nation.” You grumbled slightly.
Neuvillette laughed, short and quick before he covered it with a cough— clearing his throat.
“And what is so amusing?” You looked up at him expectantly, a little taken aback at how open and soft his expression was.
“She’s only the second leader of a nation to ask you for a dance, my dear. I had the privilege of being the first.”
Your stomach did somersaults at his words, the tone of his voice, his eyes fluttering all across your exposed skin. You felt hot, so very hot.
“What information did you give her?” Neuvillette asked, though it lacked an accusatory tone.
“I didn’t really say anything to her,” you mumbled. “Though I think she suspects you to be a dragon.”
He scoffed a little, voice low and teasing. “And I wonder what kind of woman would ever come to that conclusion, hmm?”
Your stomach decided it was some sort of acrobat, and your thighs quivered.
“Excuse me a moment, I’m going to get a drink.” You managed to squeak out. “Would you like one?”
“Water, if you would.”
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He had only had a moment of reprieve from the people wishing to speak with him when a firm hand landed on his shoulder.
“I hate to break it to you, but you’re a fuckin’ moron.”
His eyes ached in their sockets from the tremendous side-eye he was giving to the Duke of Meropide.
Wriothesley had wrapped his arm around Neuvillettes shoulders, jostling the fine Snezhnayan melt he was savoring in his goblet right before he was interrupted.
“I understand we’ve opened our relationship to discussions outside of work topics, Wriothesley, but I don't think that kind of language is appropriate, regardless of our status as friends.”
“What, like you’ve never said the word ‘fuck’ before?” Wriothesley teased.
Neuvillette scoffed, taking a sip of his water and hoping Wriothesley didn’t see the pink threatening to color the tips of his ears.
“Well, either way.” The Duke sighed, though his signature teasing grin was still ever present. “Are you dumb or just blind?”
Neuvillette sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. “What could possibly warrant such childish insults, Wriothesley?”
“You're telling me you haven’t noticed the way she’s been eyeing you all night? And you still haven’t confessed?”
Neuvillette gaped at the Duke before his eyes flitted around the room, catching you watching them for a brief second before your eyes slipped away, back to focusing on the conversation you were having with Miss Navia.
“She’s been looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for her since the moment she walked in here,” Wriothesley said. “And if I may be so bold, you’ve been eyeing her like you want to swallow her whole since that very same moment.”
“Preposterous.” Neuvillette scoffed. “Such salacious accusations.”
“I’m just saying, man.” Neuvillette winced a bit as Wriothesley squeezed his shoulder. “Knowing her, she’s agonizing over whether her feelings are reciprocated, or if she’s just fooling herself into thinking that you’re looking at her the way you are.”
“You—“ Neuvillette stopped, registering the Duke's words. “Surely you're not serious?”
“Deadly serious,” Wriothesley said. “She thinks she shouldn’t have the feelings she does, and she’ll keep telling herself that all the gifts and the touches and the looks are just her brain playing tricks on her, making it something it's not.”
“But…” Neuvillette didn’t have the words. Did you truly doubt him? Has he not been expressing his attempts to court you well enough?
“Don’t try to over analyze it, don’t try to ask why.” Wriothesley looked a little stern then. “Her childhood left her with a lot of anxiety, a lot of self doubt. She won't ever think she’s worthy unless you tell her upfront that she is.”
“She’s more than worthy… I thought I—“
“I know, I know.” Wriothesley sighed. “She needs it spelled out nice and clear for her though. You need to tell her how you feel.”
“And you’re certain she feels the same way?” Neuvillette was hesitating though he was almost certain by now. His subtle attempts at courtship were accepted, reciprocated, even though he wasn’t sure you realized that's what you were doing.
You flushed when he complimented you, shivered when his touch would graze you, you cared for him, cared about him. Surely you felt the same as he?
“She hasn’t been this way about a person ever, Neuvillette, you’ve gotta know that.” Wriothesley said, patting him on the back. “It’s only ever been you. In all the years I've known her, it's never happened. Until now.”
The Duke left him to ruminate over the weight of his words. Time seemed to slow for him, and he wasn’t sure if he had the courage to do what needed to be done.
Sure, the subtle flirting, something he didn't realize he knew how to do until Sedene pointed it out— that was alright, he enjoyed watching you get flustered, enjoyed that delicious smell that followed you when your cheeks grew heated.
He danced with you, because everything in his body screamed for your touch, and that was an appropriate excuse to hold you close.
But to actually confess his feelings? Something he didn't think he would have to do?
But really— what did he think was going to happen? That he would continue prancing around, pretending to be fine with just giving you gifts and receiving your dutiful attention in the office, then going home alone to wallow in his suffering?
No, he wanted you, he’d come to that conclusion a long time ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it.
He went through the motions of the rest of the evening with a fine glaze over his eyes, not really interested, but pretending to enjoy himself lest his guests become offended. He danced with Lady Furina, had snacks and desserts with the traveler and that harbinger, Tartaglia, who only made subtle comments asking for a sort of rematch, though Neuvillette wouldn’t really classify what happened between them as a battle. It was more of a silencing of a wild animal, putting a stop to something causing too much commotion for his liking. Regardless, he was civil, but he couldn’t help but look for you in his peripherals, and every time he would look, you’d be looking too, shyly avoiding his gaze at the last second.
By the seven, he wanted you. He’d curse himself thrice over for ever letting you think you were unworthy of feeling his affections. Of caring for him in return.
The ball started to die down, and he found himself starting to get restless, his instincts were itching and pulling at his skin, making him want to act instead of just standing there. Finally he broke, finding you in the thinning crowd and resting a hand on the small of your back, reveling in the heat from your bare skin against his glove.
“Would you be interested in accompanying me on my walk home? Perhaps stay a bit for some tea?” he asked, softly as to not let others hear.
“You’re wanting to go home already?” You turned to him, smirking. “Ah… I suppose you’ve lasted long enough.”
“Do you think if we snuck out now, we could avoid Furina spotting us?” he asked, revealing that he’d already grabbed your cloak and his coat from the check.
You giggled behind a satin glove, looking around a bit before you spotted the former archon across the room.
You subtly flagged down the traveler, leaning in to whisper in her ear. The blonde nodded, making a beeline for Furina, guiding her away from the eye line of the door and out of sight.
“Lumine is going to cover for us.” You whispered, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go, quick!’
You both made a hasty escape out of the conference hall, walking to the entrance of the Palais before you realized it was still raining.
Neuvillette graciously slipped your cloak around your shoulders, and you shuddered as his fingertips brushed your bare skin, making him shudder as well, suppressing the urge to purr in delight.
He pulled your hood up around your hair, making sure the bow in front was secure before pulling on his coat.
“Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing to the downpour.
You smiled, “You know I love the rain.”
He grabbed your hand, smiling as you squealed as you both ran out into the storm. You otherwise would have been soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold, but he’d requested both of the outfits to be made entirely waterproof, so the droplets merely rolled right off the both of you.
It didn't stop the wind from pulling at your hood, making you giggle as you tried to keep it down over your hair.
His hair was soaked, and as he guided you along the darkened streets, only the lamps illuminating your path, you spoke out to him.
“Are you sure this isn’t one of your rain storms?”
“I assure you it’s most natural.” He said, raising his voice above the sound of the water hitting the pavement. “I technically could stop it, if you’d like.”
“No,” you giggled, looking up at him as you walked swiftly alongside him, still hand in hand. “I was just making sure you’re happy.”
He stopped, taking in your words. You turned to look at him, pulling your hand free from his grip.
“You are happy, yes?” You asked.
“I’ve never been happier, I think.” He said, just soft enough you could barely hear it over the rain.
“Neuvillette—“ you said as he grabbed your hand, trying to pull you along once more.
“Come, let’s get to the house,” he said, “I need to tell you something.”
“Neuvillette,” you stopped him, pulling free once more.
He turned around to face you, feeling a little taken aback at how serious you looked. You were so beautiful, standing in the rain like this, eyes filled with determination.
“Neuvillette, I—“
he interrupted you, “come, let's get to the house, we can speak ther—“
”I think I'm in love with you!” You shouted over the rain.
He gaped at you, eyes wide with shock for a moment. He never…. He never expected you to say it, not now at least.
“I’m in love with you.” You reiterated.
You looked fearful, but yet so brave. Beautiful, enticing. You were everything.
His chest pulled, and he found himself walking toward you at a near impossible speed, and before he knew exactly what he was doing, his hands were cupping your face and he was pulling you against him to press his mouth to yours.
You made the cutest squeaking sound, but melted into his touch nearly immediately. The kiss grew deeper, and he found himself pulling you closer, touching you further. The hood of your cloak fell down, letting your hair join his in the exposure of the rain, the water dripping down your faces as he pulled and took and kissed you. The fire burning deep within him roared, the waters churning violently against their confinement.
He wanted to devour you whole in this moment, and he picked you up, pulling his arms under your bottom to hold you even closer, kiss even deeper.
You moaned out as his teeth knicked at your lips, he hadn’t even realized they’d grown sharper in the moments he’d been consuming you. He was losing his grip on his form, you were unraveling him at the seams.
“I am also in love with you, if you hadn’t already surmised.” He mumbled against your lips as he pulled back.
“Take me to your house, Neuvillette.” You breathed against him. “I want that tea you promised me.”
He grinned. “You’ll get your tea, and so much more, my darling.”
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Nuevillette x F! Reader
A/N: His banner is after Chiori and I haven't had the chance to write for him so I decided to write something with high spice. (The male Version will be out shortly I just need to edit the clothing etc, will link both at the top of the pages)
MDNI
Warnings: Smut!, Pure filth!, Blow Jobs M! Recivieng!, Bottom/Switch Nuevi!, Dom Reader!, Nuevi has 2 dicks due to being a dragon!
(Skin Color, Body, Facial Features, And Height are not mentioned in this fic, people who align with she/her, or she/them are welcomed to this work of fiction)
Word count: 1207
(You visit your dear lover at work with his lunch and a little surprise.)
You stand in the mirror of your workplace bathroom, looking at the pretty lavender dress that hugs you in the good-est of ways, you slip your work clothes into your purse and walk to your desk picking up his lunch that he “left at home” (You hid it so you had a reason to visit him, he rarely actually does this) you smirk waving to the front desk clerk and practically skip to Palais Mermonia.
You let your legs lead you to his office you let the door close behind you, locking the door behind you, he looks up at you, and his eyes widen at the dress you wore. His face flushes a bright red at your clothing, and he shifts in his seat “You left your lunch at home” you hum striding to his desk placing the box on the wood, and placing both of your palms upon the golden paint of the desk, you lean down just enough to meet his eyes from his sitting position “Ah, it seems I did” his eyes flick to the box then trail back up to your face, you stand upright and slowly make it to his chair, his breath speeds up as you trace your fingers on his shoulders, digging into the stressed muscles “I do hope you’ve taken a break sometime today?” you whisper into his ear, a shiver ripples down his spine as you nibble on the lobe of his ear “I haven’t yet my dear” he leans forward when you brush his long hair from his back “Then how about you take one now” you speak in a sultry tone before nipping at his neck “My poor Iudex” he lets out a quiet whimper at your teasing, his gloved hands come to cover his face in embarrassment “Don’t get shy on me now Nuevi” he feels your hands trail down his chest as you kiss up his neck, “Do you want this?” “Yes” he groans when you undo the clasp on his robes “Okay Tell me if you want me to stop” you hush in his pointed ear he stutters your name quietly when you yank his hands from his face so you can slip the sleeves down his shoulders, only his blue vest and white undershirt remain when he stands so you can remove the robe “Here or the couch?” you question as you hand the robe on the back of his chair, you hear him mumble “Couch.”
you let a sigh escape you, he watches you unbutton his vest and as you also slip it down his arms and put it on his seat, he is surprised when you lead him to the couch expecting you to undress him fully, you sit him down and have him lean fully back and find purchase upon his lap. He feels your warm hands run over the flimsy fabric of the undershirt until eventually, you undo his shirt as well carefully making sure the ruff isn’t damaged. You also bring his gloved hands to yours, removing those as well, you look into his eyes, the lavender color of them hypnotizing as you can’t help but let yourself get lost in his beauty “My beautiful hydro dragon” your hands cup his cheeks, his eyes close when you stroke the side of his face. You sit for a moment letting the intimacy flow at the moment, his eyes open when you move to the ground, he groans louder than expected making his eyes widen and one of his hands clasps over his mouth “You’ll be the death of me dear” he mumbles behind his palm you just gaze up at him leaning your arms on his knees resting your head upon them “Whatever could you mean my Iudex” you flirt toying with the knee high boot spats you blink “innocently” up at him as he shifts in his spot, noticing how you ignore his growing problem “Do you want something dearest” you tease letting your hands spread his knees making enough room for you to slip between the space “P-please darling, touch me” his hands cover his red face after he speaks “Still so bashful? Haven’t we been doing this for quite a while to be bashful” you chuckle making his pleasureful torment drag on, he sighs when your hands find his thighs trailing up the fabric until you find the button on Nuevillette’s pants, you undo his pants and help bring down his under garments enough for his cocks to slip out, the flushed pink tips leaking with precum as he wiats for your touch, finally you let your finger trail over the prominent vein on the side of his larger cock, your face flushes when you hear him moan lowly a long drawled out curse following after when you wrap a hand around the bases as best you can, he lets his desire trickle into his heart as he parts his fingers so he can see you, your eyes stare back at him, Nuevillette lets a pant past his bruised lips as he desperately tries to keep quiet, you let your tongue run up one of his shafts until you swirls across the head, pleasure runs through him making his resolve erode even more, he watches as you take him into your mouth your hands wrap around the second one and begin pumping it.
The Iudex finally gives in and lets his head fall back using only one hand to cover his mouth his other finds your hair running his finger through it until he cups the back of your head “F-fuck” you hear him cuss as you force more of him into your mouth, being careful of your teeth, you look up at him, his long white hair now messy and undone from his other hand running through it, his chest glimmering with sweat under the lights in his office as he lets out ragged breaths from the pleasuret, his pointed ears a slight pink as his head leans to the side eyes shut. You finally slide him in fully, and you begin bobbing your head feeling his hand tighten in your hair, you breathe in through your nose as tears form at the corners of your eyes when you force him to the back of your throat again, drool slips past your lips at the action. He tugs your hair lightly and pushes you back down, trying to avoid choking you, his eyes peer down at you watching as your dewy eyelashes fall closed, he pants out your name when you brush your thumb against the tip of his other dick. “S-shit I’m close hon” he whimpers throwing his head back when you fondle his balls, his lavender eyes roll back and dam bursts, and he stutters out harsh breaths as his orgasm washes through him like a tidal wave, getting his cum all over you in the long run ‘Oh well’ you think smirking you slip your mouth off of him and kiss his forehead, turning to go grab a glass of water for him, but he grabs you hand and pulls you into his chest “We are not finished yet, sweetheart” he states his hands slipping to the hem of your dress~
#x reader#nuevillette#nuevillette x reader#genshin impact#genshin fontaine#x fem!reader#x female reader
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INFO & RULES - ♡
i. asks/interactions are always welcome! i love talking to people, so don't be afraid to send a message :D that being said, do not send nsfw asks (i am still a minor), and please be polite.
ii. please be patient! i have adhd and get burnt out easily, meaning requests can take me anywhere between hours and months. i will do my best to get it done in a timely manner, but i cannot guarantee anything.
iii. don't offer unasked-for criticism, constructive or otherwise. i write for fun, and i don't care if you think it's helpful. unless i am explicitly asking for it, just don't. on that note, if you think my writing is terrible or ooc either scroll past or block me. any hateful messages or asks will be deleted.
iv. please don't ask to be mutuals! i follow selectively, so it makes me feel kinda awkward.
v. do not interact if you are: a minor who creates/interacts with NSFW content. under 13 or over 35. basic dni criteria. a mdni/fully nsfw blog. someone who does not respect boundaries.
(this post may be updated in the future!)
REGARDING REQUESTS...
i. topics that i won't do are: smut/nsfw/anything suggestive. dark content, including yandere. pregnancy. cheating.
ii. at this point in time, i write for gn!reader only. do not request fem/masc reader.
iii. all requests with child/child-like characters (or any characters i see as younger than 18) are platonic only.
iv. please specify if you want your request to be platonic or romantic! i am more comfortable writing platonic x readers, but i'm alright with either.
v. i have the right to reject or delete any request that makes me uncomfortable or i am uninterested in.
CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:
(italicized and bolded characters are platonic only!)
GENSHIN: Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, Arlecchino, Bennett, Chiori, Collei, Columbina, Cyno, Faruzan, Fischl, Freminet, Furina, Gorou, Hu Tao, Kaveh, Kaedehara Kazuha, Kujou Sara, Layla, Lynette, Lyney, Neuvillette, Nilou, Qiqi, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Shikanoin Heizou, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xingqiu, Yoimiya, Zhongli
HONKAI STAR RAIL: Arlan, Asta, Aventurine, Blade, Clara, Dan Heng (including Imbibitor Lunae), Herta, Himeko, Kafka, March 7th, Natasha, Sampo, Silver Wolf, Tingyun, Welt, Yanqing.
REVERSE 1999: (disclaimer! i am currently not writing for reverse 1999.) An-An Lee, Centurion, Click, Druvis iii, Horrorpedia, John Titor, Lilya, Medicine Pocket, Melania, Pavia, Poltergeist, Regulus, Schneider, Sonnetto, Sotheby, Tooth Fairy, Зима.
BUNGOU STRAY DOGS: (disclaimer! i am currently not writing for bungou stray dogs.) Akutagawa Gin, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Dazai Osamu, Edgar Allen Poe, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Izumi Kyouka, Kunikida Doppo, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Miyazawa Kenji, Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Nikolai Gogol, Ozaki Kouyou, Sigma, Suehiro Tecchou, Tachihara Michizou, Yosano Akiko, Yumeno Kyuusaku.
STARDEW VALLEY: Abigail, Elliott, Leah, Sam.
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Hello there, and welcome! 😊
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I'm a male alien INFJ who descended in this mortal realm in the year of 1998. I have a little bit of writing experience, though I wouldn't call it a proper hobby...
After the idea floated around my mind for a while now, I decided to give a try to writing headcanons/short fics, specifically for Genshin Impact (eventually Honkai Star Rail later), with a focus on comfort/fluff.
I got inspired to do this after seeing how often I would turn to comfort or fluff content on tumblr, as a way to cope with the void of loneliness (sometimes overthinking too). As such, why not add my own contribution... as long as it can, hopefully, provide some relief to one person out there.
Asks are open (anon allowed) for requests and chatting (and DMs for chatting if you feel like it) 👀
Please read all the rules first though!
Universes I can write for
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail (eventually)
Characters I feel rather confident to write for
Kamisato Ayaka
Yae Miko
Fischl
Furina
Lumine
Here below, characters I may possibly write for
I'm not as confident regarding them, so "ask at your own risks", I guess... For those I didn't mention, I'm not against writing for them (maybe I can actually write them well and I just don't know it yet)
Zhongli
Neuvillette
Sangonomiya Kokomi
Nahida
Chiori
Navia
Albedo
Nilou
Charlotte
Yanfei
Amber
Wanderer
What I can write
reader X character (with reader by default as gender neutral for wider audience's sake, unless a request demands a different one)
mainly fluff and comfort (reader comforting, or being comforted by character)
I don't exclude mentions of hurt or angst as context for the above (unless a request specifically demands it), some conditions related to mental health (loneliness, overthinking and its consequences) aren't excluded either
platonic (not entirely confident with romance, see Miscellaneous below), eventually light romance, but nothing intense
headcanons, eventually fics (fics may be included in headcanons if I'm feeling inspired; no guarantees though)
What I would rather not write
Unless you're lucky and your request is within my abilities, just be aware though that these are not my preferences (= you would be wise to ask someone who actually writes for those, instead of me)
smut/+18/NSFW/NSFL (not out of dislike/disgust/discomfort, but due to no experience in writing this kind of sensitive stuff)
intense romance & flirting (not really into romance, so, better to be safe than sorry...)
yandere (no experience in this)
genderswap (not really interested...)
character x character (check above, "intense romance & flirting")
Miscellaneous:
By default, the reader will be gender neutral and referred to as S/O (please specify in the request, if you wish for specific nicknames or other pronouns to be used!), I want my blog to be open to everyone 😊
Multiple requests are allowed
I aim to write characters in a realistic manner, meaning I will base myself upon canon actions & voice lines from them
I'm not familiar with everything regarding LGBT+ and the autism spectrum (I'm not against writing about them though, it's just that it will be a bit more difficult, and will require some research on my side)
I may not accept every request I receive (I'm no professional writer; plus everything is done for free, during my free time)
I plan to add a link to ambient music to listen to, for immersion's sake (it may be emotional on purpose, at times)
Please don't interact if you don't have a civilized behavior; that is to say, be respectful, no hate, etc...
Headcanons are called headcanons for a reason; it's fine if you don't agree with mine, but that doesn't allow you to consider yours as superior/the only one 😉
If you own a blog which has "men dni" (or "mutuals only" and we aren't)... then what are you still doing here? *vine boom sound effect* Just kidding, I don't mind you interacting (I'm not like other men, and it's not like I could choose my gender at birth anyway; arbitrary discrimination be damned), though be aware this would technically be hypocrisy... so you ought to use anon, for your own public image's sake 🤨
Take care and have a nice day/night 😊
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin#impact#kamisato ayaka#yae miko#fischl#furina#focalors#lumine#zhongli#neuvillette#sangonomiya kokomi#nahida#chiori#navia#albedo#nilou#charlotte#yanfei#amber#wanderer#scaramouche#male reader#gender neutral reader#fluff#comfort#platonic#loneliness#headcanon
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helloo<3 my name is kiruu:3 but you can just spell it as kiru! i don’t feel comfortable with revealing age but rest assured i’m 18+! i’m an omnisexual who prefers women:0 i created this blog cuz idk i want to share my thoughts and stuff abt women HAHA soo this will be a sapphic blog yeah!
both nsfw & sfw! minors don’t interact w nsfw, go interact with sfw thank you.
i’m like a HUGE bottom so😭😭 sorry not much top y/n content..
some funfacts:
・❥ i play genshin hsr and honkai 3rd <3!!
╰┈➤ fav chars: chiori/lynette, silver wolf/seele/fu xuan, kiana <3
・❥ i read warrior cats!
╰┈➤ fav cat hollyleaf brightheart& ivypool <3
・❥ english is not my first lang:(( sorry if it sucks at some point but my vocab rlly sucks
・❥ my fav animal is an otter!
・❥ i like to draw:3
・❥mommy issues.
・❥ fav color orange or pastel yellow!!
DNI:
homophobia, racism, rude people.. just the basics
i do: character x character(not much i think), character x reader, fluff, angst, smut, wlw
i don’t: incest, age gap, noncon, r4pe etc sorry! oh and wlm cuz this is a sapphic blog!
if you have questions— ask! :) i don’t bite
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