Thinking About Neuvillette Finally Starting A Relationship With You And The Melusines Immediately Noticing

Thinking about Neuvillette finally starting a relationship with you and the melusines immediately noticing it,,

The Chief of Justice, although still seemingly appearing as the cold judge from the courtroom - softens his gaze at the sight of flowers, stopping by a merchant who offers them freshly picked.

The melusines quickly catch on; after all, the judge always tended to leave straight to his home after a long day of work. His amethyst-colored eyes scan the plants carefully, ordering a beautiful bouquet. People who pass Neuvillette by think nothing of it - if anything, better not to disturb him - but the tiny creatures observing him from afar can't stop wagging their tails excitedly, noticing a warm smile appearing on his lips.

The melusines notice how quickly the rain stops after trials. Back when the rain poured down until the sun rose the next day, now it takes a few hours less.

The little creatures hide behind corners and observe both of you; they gasp and cover their mouths when they see Neuvillette kissing your hand goodbye, quickly shushing others.

Every single one of them notices that the chief’s aura glows with happiness; slowly, some people do as well - they greet him with smile, and Neuvillette reciprocates it.

The melusines giggle to themselves when they see you and Neuvillette together, sometimes loud enough for you to turn around and laugh yourself; their cheeks turn rosy, and before they run away - they mutter an apology and storm off to share the news to others.

But when you finally make it official, they SWARM you. They offer to help you with shopping bags, to accompany you to make sure you’re safe, some even offer to do your hair. Small hands wave eagerly when they notice you. They stop by just to cling to your leg and hug it tightly, and you can’t help but ruffle their hair. They offer you their most prized possessions - after all, you’re the same to Neuvillette… or that’s how they understand it.

The melusines craft a special ribbon for you, so you and Neuvillette could match.

It seems like they love you just as much and Neuvillette couldn’t be happier.

precis – genshin men talking in their native language in bed. 16+ gentlemen – neuvillette (french), tartaglia (russian), diluc (german), al haitham (arabic) remonstrance – obv smut, 16+ , fingering, degrading in arabic (😃👍), i've linked the translations just click on em.

NEUVILLETTE x french.

"je t'aime mon amour." his hands find yours on the wrinkled sheets, fingers interlocked clinched as he plunged his hips against yours, his girth dragging over your velvety folds. slow and sensual were the two words you could use to describe how he made you feel right now. who knew the ludex of fontaine was so amorous?

"ne te cache pas de moi, ma belle sirène." he mumbled in a low growl, brushing away stray strands of hair present on your forehead while undulating his ambit into your glory. the only support you had were his ample muscles, which you held on to with every thrust.

every frown, every blissful sigh and every moan of his name a precious token of memory he cherishes. soft pants fall from his lips as he compels your legs to your chest in order to bury his length deeper. dithers and butterflies rafted in your stomach indicating your climax. your nails drew crescents into his toned back, engraving signs of pleasure into his back.

"je t'ai-t'aime." he groaned, broiling breath fanned over your lips, foreheads pressed against yours as he rolls his hips over your one last time before planting his seed deep inside your womb, unleashing a swarm of butterflies to uncoil the ribbon in your stomach. (oui oui baguette)

flopping down onto your chest, exhausted from your previous activities, his pristine hair covers most of your figure, his eyes array love, just love. soft kisses rain down on your neck, adorning many of the purple bruises he had marked before. his callused hands bedecked your waist, barely applying force as if you were made of glass. his girth was still buried into your heat, as if he didn't want to withdraw from the sedative serotonin.

"i love you too.."

TARTAGLIA x russian.

his arms slithered around your waist, his bistre hair splattered all around your shoulder as he latches onto your waist for support, his fingers dig up your ass, sculpting demilune shapes into the soft plush. he buckled his foot to grant him more leverage. your body weight was all amended to the male beneath you.

his soft groans vibrated in the stifling atmosphere, bobbing up and down on his stupefying dick. "ty menya tak khorosho prinimayesh, hm?" he breathed into your shoulder, his indurate hands restlessly tracing over your curves, bathing in the luxury of having you so close to him. your breasts quavering in front of him, a slinky smirk absconded over his face at seeing your zest plight.

your moans gradually started getting obstreperous, interminably quivering on his bulk. his hands pinned your ass, to the point it almost drew out blood, your whimpers and whine were like music to his ears. gosh, you made him feel so lascivious. his grip grew tighter, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he murmured words of syrupy desire. his touch was like a fire, and you found yourself not wanting it to end.

"blyat' ty idealna." he groused, his voice raspy and bare. his cobalt eyes gulled lust and fire, you never ceased trotting on his cock with abandon, your head thrown back in sheer pleasure, your body shaking with every thrust. his hands were on your hips, guiding your movements, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. you let out soft happy grumbles of frustration, not knowing what he meant but you were assured it meant nothing other than love. archons- every hit to your nerves felt like celestia.

a bluffing beam pressed into his ephebic face as his cock obscured deeper into your warmth. your lamentations and sobs made him even more accelerated his appetite to taste you. what felt like clustered pieces of wires were coming out of you, your eyes gaped as you held onto his toned muscles, occasionally gasping and whining. he threw his head back revelry, his load whirled inside your womb as you let out a silent cry in the release of awaited feelings.

"moya krasivaya devochka" he chuckled as he adaged your rollercoaster of emotions, gentling brushing his hands through your hair, the sly smirk still remained pictured on his lips.

DILUC x german.

"ich liebe dich" he spituated, his arms grasped your shoulders ever so softly, beads of sweat dropped down from his sweltering face. a weary smile was forced upon his face, occasionally fading due to how well you sucked him in. your hands run over your body from over your belly to your waist to your mounds grabbing them as he slows down the pace of his girth.

you moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. the carmine haired male groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. heat resides every corner of his body. he closes his eyes as he proceeds with his adoring actions.

"don't stop luc', don't stop" you whine, harshly tugging his hair while syncing with his body movements. a soft, hushed hum resonated from him. kisses ran down from your neck to your back. his incandescent hair ran down your chest, concealing it. fuck— you were so perfect. archons, everything about you was perfect.

the bed creaked along with his every action, his actions only bought pleasure- no pain whatsoever, your breaths and moans got faster and more louder. his girth hitting your g-spot more faster, the slapping of his balls against your warmth got faster and more searing before he finally releases his seed inside of you, as well as you cumming on his girth.

"i-ich liebe- dich" he scours, his arms still vested on top of your waist, all while his length is snuggled inside of your warmth. he sagged onto your chest, your heartbeat undulating against his own.

AL HAITHAM x arabic.

nirvana. the only word that you can use to describe how the akademiya's scribe made you feel right now. his fingers edged into your tepidity, ever so often toting more vastly. his digits were coated with your dowse, driblets of sweat coalesced on your forehead, though, the viridescent eyed male had no emotion, only pure amusement and lust in his orbs.

"waqihat qadhirat." he spat, his eyes darkening as he watched your contorting face, drool splattered all over your face, he stroked your clit with his thumb, impending his face closer to your warmth before proffering a prolonged lick to your folds, his soaked, acute tongue almost immediately earned a squalid moan from you, your eyes solidly sealed.

"haitham' more, please m-" a finger forcefully shoved down your mouth kept you silent."madha? turid almazida?" he nudged, a jiving grin swept across his face before diving into your toothsome. gosh, his tongue did wonders. his eyes averted to yours, breathing in your gaped expression, relishing in your fucked out face. his other callused hand held your waist steady, gripping it harshly to the point that his finger imprints were reflected onto your smooth flesh. pink and black scribbles clouded your eyes, fuck— you wanted more, way more, and he knew that damn well.

"ma bik habibi, turid almazida?" he inquired teasingly after taking a deepend lick of your delicacy, your grumbles and lewd mewls were like harmonic tunes. his sunken eyes glaring at your pitiful condition, a breathful chuckle escaped from his chapped lips. his tongue once more delved into your hole, in result of you gripping his pristine hair harshly, moaning and gasping at the assidissous revelry.

your heart fluttered in joyful anticipation, as you felt the knots untangle, your face betrayed a beaming smile occasionally faltering as he kept scouring your pussy inside out. the knurls and lumps soon came undone, squirting out your juices and sap onto his tongue, greedily licking it up. his lissom fingers still remained deep inside your delicacy.

Strawberry Kisses

Neuvillette x fem!Reader Your husband wants to take you out on a date for your birthday. You, however, have different plans. wc: ~2.4k Contents: Fluff leaning towards tooth-rotting; You are his wife. A bit suggestive towards the end. A/N: for my dear friend @boundinparchment. Juni, this is the closest thing I could do to delivering the pretty Judge to your doorstep, please enjoy <3

You scrunch up your face as the bright sunlight hits you. How many times did you tell the maids not to wake you up by drawing back the curtains like this? You groan in annoyance, before a large shadow blocks out the light. You blink slowly until you are able to fully open your eyes.

To your surprise, you are met not with the sight of your maid, but your husband’s handsome face.

“Neuvi, what are you doing here?!” you gasp, “shouldn’t you be in Court already?”

Neuvillette chuckles. “Not today, chérie. In fact, I took the entire day off – just for you,” he announces.

You can only gawk at him in disbelief. Chief Justice Neuvillette, the backbone of Fontaine’s society, who always works tirelessly to maintain the nation’s order, taking time off work? That was absolutely unheard of.

“I couldn’t exactly leave you alone on your special day, now could I?” he notes, evidently amused by your shocked expression, “I’m going to spoil you today and you will only get the best of the best – even more so than usual. And I will personally see to it. That is just as much my duty as overseeing the trials is. I already made arrangements for the two of us for today and—”

“Neuv, stop talking for a second,” you giggle, “and come here.”

From your spot on the pillows, you reach your arms towards Neuvillette, gesturing for him to join you in bed again.

“I’m sure whatever plans you made can wait for a moment,” you sigh as he bends down to place a small kiss on your temple, “I rarely have the chance to even see you when I wake up since you’re always off for work so early– let alone be held in your arms and spend the morning in bed.”

Your lover gapes at you – is he blushing? After a second, he regains his composure as his face relaxes into a gentle smile.

“Of course, mon cœur. Give me a moment, I’ll need to get something for you first.”

Neuvillette returns shortly; to your surprise carrying a tray with breakfast in his hands. He smiles at you as he sets it down on the nightstand before shedding his dressing gown and slipping into bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, mon amour," he whispers against your skin as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.

You happily munch away at a croissant, raising it to his lips for him to take a bite now and then whenever he sets down his cup of coffee. It doesn’t take you long to notice the small box on the tray, matte silver topped off with an elegant blue bow.

“Open it,” Neuvillette encourages you, his voice soft.

Carefully, you untie the bow and open the lid to find a stunning tear-shaped pendant inside, an iridescent blue and pink opal set into polished silver on a dainty necklace. You don’t fail to notice how it looks exactly like the ornament he always wears on his cravat. You are so stunned by its beauty that you can only stare at it for a long moment, your lips parted in awe.

"Do you like it?" He asks, a fond smile gracing his lips.

"I love it, it's beautiful," you breathe, unable to tear your eyes from the iridescent jewel.

"Then I'm glad. Would you like to wear it today?" He asks softly.

You nod happily and lean forward to present your nape to him as Neuvillette plucks the necklace from the box with his slender digits.

Your skin tickles where his hands graze you as he moves your hair to the side. With nimble fingers he fastens the clasp and the pendant slides down to rest over your heart, the metal instantly warming to your body.

He places a tender kiss against your nape, his nose pressed to your hair for a moment before he sits back again to admire you.

“It suits you even better than I imagined,” he notes, before pulling you closer by your waist. You curl against his side like a cat, humming appreciatively as you let his warmth and his scent envelop you.

You feel so comfortable that you almost drift off to sleep again; the faint rustling of Neuvillette turning the pages of the morning paper and the lazy circles he draws against the skin of your back, together with his warmth, are enough to make you doze off.

He chuckles, pulling you back to the waking world before you stray too far.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to sleep through your Birthday, chérie? As much as I love lazing around with you, I suggest we get ready soon. I made plans for us, I’m sure you would prefer not to be late, hm?”

“What plans exactly, love?” you ask as you slowly sit up, suppressing a yawn.

Neuvillette folds away his newspaper and takes off his reading glasses. “First, a private tour of Galerie de l’Orangerie; They have recently remodeled their exhibition and it’s not open to the general public yet. After that, we have a table for lunch at Benoit, and for tonight, the new play at the opera–”

“Neuvi,” you giggle.

He looks up, confusion evident on his face.

“I appreciate the effort, I really do, but… we’re not doing that. As my birthday present…” you pause to give him a peck on the tip of his ear, then one on his nose. “I want to have fun with you, without the usual …everything... expected of us. Let’s just… go with the flow today, okay?”

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You get dressed as quickly as you can, shooing away your maid as she approaches with a pastel-colored mass of corsets, frills and petticoats for you to squeeze into, as is “appropriate for a lady of your standing”. Emerging from your boudoir in a loose, flowing summer dress, you smile at Neuvillette as you take his offered arm, the smooth fabric of his shirt cool as it crinkles beneath your hand.

Waving off the servants’ attempts to get you to wait until a carriage is prepared, you giggle, “No, we’re going for a walk!”, before you drag your spouse outside and grin as the sun finally hits your face.

“Where would you like to go, chérie?” Neuvillette asks as you revel in the feeling of the soft breeze caressing your skin amidst the summer heat.

You shrug as you descend the steps leading down to the cobblestone pavement, your grin still etched onto your face. After turning your head left and right a few times, you point down a random street.

“That way!” you announce, before you pull him along by his hand.

Eventually, your path leads you down to the merchant district. As you stroll through the meandering alleys, occasionally pausing to look at a shop’s window or inspect the goods at a market stall, Neuvillette always holds you close, either by your hand or your waist.

Of course the citizens recognize him wherever he goes, and you smile to yourself when you overhear a hushed “Look, isn’t that the Chief Justice with his wife? He looks dashing as always, even dressed casually like that!" or a “How sweet of Lord Neuvillette to accompany her for shopping!” from the passersby.

As you giddily drag him through the various shops and market stalls, Neuvillette’s patient smile never wavers. If anything, he seemed to gradually relax and almost looks at ease despite this being so far from what he is familiar with.

After looking at the goods of a few vendors for a while who mostly sold shiny, but useless little trinkets, you picked out a cute sun hat for yourself, the big silvery blue bow reminding you too much of Neuvillette’s own flowing locks to skip on the offer.

You smile at your reflection in a nearby shop’s window, admiring how the satin ribbons from your hat complimented your hair.

Spotting a fancy looking patisserie across the street, you drag your spouse along, your eyes sparkling at all the delicious pastries on display. A few short minutes later, the two of you emerge from the shop again, Neuvillette carrying the small bag containing your snacks for the afternoon. You decided on an assortment of colorful macarons as well as a Charlotte aux Fraises for you both, while your lover settled for simple pain au chocolat to go with his tea later.

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You return to your shared residence not much later in the early afternoon. Immediately making a beeline towards the back of the palais, you step out into the garden, smiling to yourself as you inhale the pleasant floral scent that permeates the air.

Neuvillette follows closely after you. You turn to find him standing next to you with his hands linked loosely behind his back, his head inclined toward you, watching you with an amused expression.

“I’d like to take our tea in the pavilion today, if that’s alright with you, Love.”

He hums lightly. “Of course it is. Wait here, I’ll tell the maids,” he replies with a soft smile before stepping inside.

You take that moment alone to wander through the garden, letting your fingers brush through the leaves in passing. On your way deeper down a slightly overgrown path you pause to watch a little robin for a while as it hops around the branches of a peach tree, chirping happily. Your gaze follows the small bird as it takes off, startled by the crack of a branch nearby. Once you lost sight of it, you turn, and spot one of the maids approaching you.

“Ah, there you are, Milady,” she sighs in relief, “your tea is ready, just as you wished. Lord Neuvillette already awaits you at the pavilion.”

You nod and thank her as you pass her, making your way towards the pavilion that is tucked away in a secluded corner of the premises.

As you step through the ornate wrought-iron arch that separates the little retreat from the rest of the garden, your breath hitches. Amidst the overgrown rose bushes and lush hydrangeas, Neuvillette stands on the grass to marvel at the flowers, his back turned to you. At first glance, he looks slightly out of place, being such a rare guest out here. His tall frame and dark boots and trousers create a stark contrast to the delicate pink and white blossoms all around him – but then the sunlight hits his hair just right, and he looks ethereal like this, his blue strands glowing in between the shimmering silver that cascades down his back.

For a moment, you can only stand there completely dazed, helplessly admiring his beauty. You really are too lucky to be blessed with the sight of him every day.

As if he could feel your gaze on him, Neuvillette turns around, a knowing smirk dancing on his lips.

“I almost thought you got lost,” he chuckles, before gesturing towards the pavilion where a small table is already set for the both of you, steaming tea and beautiful pastries waiting for you. He pulls out your chair for you, waiting until you’re settled before taking a seat across from you.

After you finished your cake, half of which you insisted on feeding your husband in little bites with your fork, you sigh happily and plop down into the soft grass. Rolling onto your back, you gaze up into the sky to watch the clouds travel past. A soft breeze soothes the scorching summer heat, and in between the low chirping of birds and the pleasant fragrance of the roses around you, you can’t imagine being anywhere else right now. Your gaze falls onto Neuvillette, who somewhat awkwardly stands next to you, obviously unsure of what to do with himself.

You giggle as you grab his hand to pull him down into the grass with you, drawing a startled yelp from the Chief Justice. “Stop being so stiff, we’re not in court!” you snicker as you gently tug on the ribbon holding his hair together. It comes loose almost immediately, his gorgeous flowing locks splaying out around him as he lays down with you.

You stare at him, admiring the faint blush that dusts his cheeks as you try to get your bearings. His beauty really is otherworldly, you muse, especially with his hair disheveled like this.

Neuvillette regains his composure after a moment, smiling gently at you as his shoulders relax. He pulls you close by your waist and you wiggle and shift until you lie comfortably on his broad chest.

He places a tender kiss to your forehead, then another one on the tip of your nose before he speaks up again.

“I hope your birthday turned out as you imagined it, chérie.”

The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through his chest, his breath tickling the side of your neck as he holds you close.

“Mhmm! All thanks to you,” you hum happily, before pulling back slightly, a mischievous smirk on your lips. “But I’d like to have my final present now!”

Neuvillette raises a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “And what would you like as your ‘final present’, ma chérie?”

You giggle. “You, mon cœur! You’re my present!”

A shit-eating grin on your face, you close the gap to finally claim his lips.

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On the back terrace of the Chief Justice’s residence, the estate’s maids are quite busy sweeping dust off the marble tiles, as they do every afternoon.

After a while, faint voices from somewhere deep in the garden reach their ears. At first, all they can make out is the sound of muffled laughter, but after a while the wind turns and the voices become clearer.

A deep grunt, followed by a softer, more feminine laugh.

"Oh– wait, mon amour– ah– here, are you sure??" the deeper voice all but stutters. Oh, is that– Lord Neuvillette?!

“Yes, I am. I want– no, I need you right here, and right now, Neuvi. Now quit squirming, Love, and let me… unwrap my present…”

A strangled moan from what must be Lord Neuvillette’s throat comes next, prompting the younger maid to be rooted in place, a deep crimson blush covering her entire face and ears, her eyes glued to the ground. The head maid giggles softly and whispers “Come, I am sure there is some cleaning to be done in the kitchen”, before steering the younger woman away by her shoulders.

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ OF DRAGON BEHAVIOUR AND OLDE TRADITIONS. 

fandom. genshin impact

pairings. neuvillette, zhongli x gn!reader

content warnings. sfw + nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, heavily influenced by 'dragon' behaviour (is a bit leaned on a/b/o), 5 + 1 fic type (the + 1 is nsfw), possessive neuvie/zhongli, sfw: collaring, scenting, marking, nsfw: nesting, both of them have big dicks lol, talk about breeding, not edited/proofread, written in lowercase

word count. 1.8k

notes. i'm so down bad...

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ flaunting. 

once a dragon is mated, they like to show off their mate proudly. to enhance their physical aspects and to proclaim their trust in them, mates get draped in the dragon’s treasures. treasures this mythical beast usually hoards with jealousy. the shinier and bigger the treasures, the higher is the mate in social standing. 

neuvillette is less lavish with his treasures, simply because his priorities in his riches lay elsewhere. this is why you often where the brightest pearls, adoring your neck or shiny shells around your wrists. he enhances your beauty much subtler, but nonetheless you’re still worthy to be called his mate. after all, he’s a dragon of water, it’s only right for him to drape you in the gifts of the sea. 

zhongli prefers you in the finest silk and your skin adored with gold and other treasures found in the rich land that belongs to him. as a dragon of earth and especially as geo archon, all the gems are crafted in the most beautiful jewelry. everything to enhance your beauty. he especially likes you in cor lapis, a jewel in a color that he claims as his— and seeing you in this soft hue of orange swells pride in him. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ collaring. 

collaring can be seen as a step further of flaunting. the dragon creates an individual collar for their mate, to not only protect one of the weakest points of their body, their neck, but to also immediately signal that they belong to them. it signals protection and ownership, which is why mates rarely part with their gifted collars,as they’re also the first gift they receive as a dragon’s mate.

neuvillette knows that collars, by human standards, are not something normal. this is why he takes great care to create a collar that not only shows his strength but also fits within the domain the two of you move. this is why your collar is not a traditional one, instead resembling a tight necklace adorned by pearls and silver. it’s just enough to calm his instincts but also a fashionable item— one for which you’ve received many compliments. 

zhongli on the other hand has crafted a collar of which his elders would be proud of. it’s heavy on your neck, made by his own hands and not your usual jewelry. despite that, the collar is made by the best gems and jewels zhongli could find, and of course in his colors. and to ensure you’re comfortable wearing such a heavy collar, the inner side is embellished with the most expensive velvet he could find. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ acknowledgement. 

another important aspect between the relationship of a dragon and their mate is the acknowledgement of the hunt. once the dragon has successfully brought home the game, it is now up to the mate to appraise said game. only once they give their approval can the food be shared between them. this also includes all their offspring. 

neuvillette is always very careful with the food he brings to you. he ensures he’s the only one touching it, as tradition demands, and satisfactory enough for your plate. to him, keeping you fed and happy is much more important than to take care of his own needs. even when you always scold him, when he neglects himself, in this aspect he won’t bulge. 

zhongli himself has a very expensive taste and only the best is just good enough for his mate. no matter what you say, he will hunt on his own and pick all the herbs and berries himself, or else he wouldn’t even present the food. your approval is the highest praise, only one of the many reasons why zhongli takes so much care and time to honor this tradition. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ scenting. 

scenting is one of the few habits and traditions that are more intimate. a dragon scents their mate for several reasons. firstly, it’s one of the final steps of their ‘ownership’ over the mate. clothed in their treasure but also bathed in their scent. secondly, the process itself is very calming for the dragon, almost meditative. 

neuvillette likes to scent you when he comes home. it calms not only his dragon but also his mind. because of that, he never scents you in public, thinking it as a private matter and a treasured one added to that. it’s not something others should witness— you in his arms, pliant to his nosing, his gentle kisses and nibs on your skin and especially when he removes your collar to scent you on your neck. 

zhongli, despite being an old dragon, behaves as if he’s freshly mated and a young blood when it comes to scenting you. he dislikes smelling others on you or any artificial scent that’s not you. he has no shame scenting you in public, but over the years living with you he has reduced to the almost scandalous behaviour to nothing more but scenting on your wrists and a quick nosing on your cheeks. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ marking. 

marking is quite similar to scenting, only this behaviour varies from dragon to dragon. for some, a so called ‘mate-bite’ is enough, others like to add new markings everytime they couple with their mate. but there are even some dragons, who enjoy being marked by their mates, a most unusual behaviour. 

neuvillette has always enjoyed marking you, but is very gentle with it. his mate-bite, another physical sign that you belong to him, is located on your right shoulder, a wound healed a long time ago. he much prefers when you mark him, your teeth sinking in his much sturdier flesh. it leaves him breathless, just the mere thought of you marking him making his head spin— he loves to leave his marks on you, but he even loves it more when you mark him, to tell the whole world that he belongs to you. 

zhongli always loves to admire the marks his sharp teeth leave behind, trace his fingers over your reddened skin— he’s fascinated by your vulnerability and your eagerness to please him. but what matters most to him is that you love to wear his marks, never hesitate to show them off by not hiding them. social decorum would demand for you to hide them away behind draped fabrics, but instead you proudly wear them, as if they’re badges of highest honor. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ nesting. 

as every other animal, be it mythical or not, dragons go through a cycle. at it’s highest point, their fertility is much more prominent. to ensure the increased chances of success in producing offspring, the biology of dragons demands them to nest during the cycle. if the dragon ignores this inner instinct, it grows irritated or even aggressive to everyone who is not their mate. nesting ensures the comfort of both the dragon and their mate and helps them to properly prepare for their coupling. 

the moment the first child of the couple is born, nesting becomes a daily thing until said child passes the first stages of growth. the dragon builds a nest in their den, a different one from the ones in which the parents couple, and ensures that both mate and offspring are within this nest. the warmth and scent of both parents help the child to imprint on them and to recognize them later on as their sires. 

neuvillette, when it comes to nesting, is very picky about it. his nest has to be ready before his cycle starts and you have to be in it as well, pliant and ready for him. if you’re not comfortable, he gets stressed and that doesn't end well. 

for the most part, he has his instincts under control, but when you’re in his nest, naked and flushed, he tends to get feral. and once he lets go of that tight control he has over himself and his body, the dragon in him comes out. 

his pupils turning to slits, fangs sharpening and nails becoming claws. scales appear on his skin, his horns grow— neuvillette lets go of his human skin and becomes the closest he can be to a dragon without hurting you. it always excites you, seeing your usual calm and stoic mate all excited about the thought of breeding you. 

he’s an attentive lover, even if he could just slide into your hole and start fucking you stupid. instead he takes immense care to prepare you, hours even, lips and hands leaving marks on your skin while he makes you cum on his tongue several times. 

and then, when you see stars behind your closed eyes, your thighs shake around his head and you try to calm your breath— then he slowly slides into you, his giant cock hitting you in all right places, making you scream again—

then, only then, when you’re pliant and open for him, a flushing mess beneath his massive body and moaning his name— only then he would truly start to fuck you. 

zhongli is very attentive during nesting, but especially as your lover. he always puts your needs above his, simply because he finds pleasure when you enjoy yourself. 

despite being mated for a long time, you’re always nervous about nesting, especially about the most intimate part of it. zhongli is big and it’s always a tight fit, even if he prepares you with his fingers and mouth. you’re never in pain, he wouldn’t forgive himself if he would make you cry, but you’re still understandably nervous. 

zhongli doesn’t mind it, he understands and instead makes sure you’re distracted enough to not lose yourself in spiraling thoughts. it also helps when you’re breathless from the countless orgasms he has already given you, your hole wet enough, almost gushing, so the slide is smooth and painless for you. 

and you can’t lie, you enjoy his big dick, but sometimes it’s too overwhelming. yet the many years together has taught him many tricks and especially things you enjoy. 

you flush beneath him, when he starts praising you, his rich voice causing goosebumps all over your body. you whimper, when his fangs craze over your skin and moan when he actually bites you. 

but you truly lose your mind when he starts fucking you, slow but deep thrusts, taking his time while you writhe beneath him. it seems so effortless, how he’s destroying you, as if he isn’t going crazy when his mate is in his nest, calling his name, clinging onto him, begging him to go faster, harder, begging for more. 

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౨ৎ ⋆˚ untamed ft. wrio & neuvilette !

+ afab!reader. mild spoilers i think? not proofread! just ignore the errors pls <3 character study in the form of shameless smut yes <3

💌 wrio: overstimming + creampie + he calls you angel + unprotected.

wriothesley, in his young age, seems to have accumulated all the good things befitting that of a gentleman. having the title of a duke and handling the affairs in the fortress of meriopedes as its lord being some of his outstanding qualities. he possesses a strict sense of character; responsible to boot, and unyielding in the face of any dilemma.

so you must trust him, really, when he says that he hasn’t foreseen this altered character— not at all. it’s not like him to free his inhibitions just to fuck you with utter abandon inside his office, grunting while hugging the back of your legs against his chest, your pretty pussy gaping at the sheer girth rammed inside your creamy hole. he wants to stop— to let you catch a sliver of rest but your cunt feels so good around his cock that it literally brings pain in his chest to put a halt on this pleasure. he cannot stop fucking you, cannot stop plugging your pussy with his flushed cocktip and ever-growing cock. globules of cum, heavy and hefty in amount, starts squirting out of his pulsing cocktip, yet through the sting and the ache that his ejalucation causes, his hips would not yield. one more, angel, i promise— he merely grunts the words, forehead bedewed in sweat, knowing damn well that even he cannot channel his so-called restraint when it comes to fucking you brainless on his office table. </3

💌 neuvilette: overstimming + creampie + undertones of mindbreak + unprotected + big cock.

if neuvilette has learned something from the recent days’ events beyond the straightforward and judicial air in fontaine, he grants the credit to humans and their ceaseless abilities to fascinate. however, whatever transpired recently have only bolstered his curiosity about mortals and their nature. in truth, you have been the one open his eyes to humanity’s boundless surprises and complexity.

he has been pumping his cock in and out of your fucked out pussy since the moon made its first appearance. your brain is soaked, like the bedsheets sticking to your glistening body. and yet your back remains arch so pretty for him, the rim of your cunt has already formed in the size of his girth, pulsing as if begging to be abused more. neuvilette owns a higher endurance than that of a human; he has fucked you in multiple positions, has plugged his sheer size, healthy veins and all, up your pretty pussy to the base, but his appetite still cannot be sated. perhaps his nature is to blame for such a rash display of character tonight, but truly, he does not have it in him to halt. sure, you’ve told him to slow down countless of times, and he has obliged despite the physical ache it has brought in his person, but he finds it enthralling how every time he drags his cock slowly in and out of your warm and wet and slabbering pussy, you cry and mewl and beg him to fuck you faster instead. this tips him to the edge. grabbing your flesh as leverage for his shredding control, he humps your ass with force that shakes the bed and brings tears to your eyes. right there and then, he fills you with cum which potency and thickness cannot be compared to any human— it’s unstoppable, from huge and plump balls to the cocktip that kisses your womb for giving him this mind-shattering release.