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✦ how can you tell? (of how easily i fall at your feet.)

⎯ oh, how love bleeds from just one gesture. ( some telltale signs that they might've fallen for you. )

#STARRING. neuvillette, wriothesley & lyney ft. gn!reader. { 2.4k words }

#TAGS. sfw, fluff & crack, major pining (!!!). more: neuvi has 1 extra part bcs i realized too late, wrio is a rascal /aff, lynette is a professional wingwoman here (everyone, applaud!!), mentions of various fontaine npc's.

#P/S. pardon my rusty writing and ideas but alas, may i entice you with some fontaine gentlemen on this fine day?? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) ੭

★ 〜 masterlist.

⎯ neuvillette's love is subtle, hidden behind a veil of formal courtesy. the iudex is the nation's symbol of impartiality; personal relationships, a common factor of inciting bias in one's judgement, are to be sifted through wisely. he can choose which he ends up keeping, yet he cannot choose which he ends up wanting. what of a relationship he desires but cannot keep? a conundrum but still, his affections for you seep through the crevices.

it's in the way. . . your name becomes a beloved among the melusines, you wonder why?

it goes without saying that every citizen of fontaine acknowledges melusines to be friendly creatures. all of them are sweethearts! ...but is it you or is there some form of hidden favoritism here?

for some reason, they always seem to go out of their ways to greet you on the streets. a “hello, mx. [name]!” from the right then a “good day, mx. [name]!” from the left. maybe a “stay safe, mx. [name]!” on days when it's crowded too... you're starting to think the quota of greetings you receive is much bigger than everyone else.

before long, even your arms are getting piled up with favors. one ticket for a seat in the opera epiclese from aeife, a slice of cake from sedene, some high-quality butter from muirne, a free beverage from menthe — you lost count of the freebies you've received already.

what's going on? it is as if there's a badge of approval from someone just hanging over your head. visible to a melusine's eyes, but not to yours. (you've heard that melusines perceive things differently than humans, though.)

but who are you to complain? you're not immune to their contagious smiles each time you pass by. on some days, you even entertain the thought that they are more familiar with you than you are with them. all in a humorous sense, of course.

ironically enough, this theory wouldn't take long to ring true: having received a bouquet of your favorite dessert from café lutece on your birthday from kiara, this coincidence only feeds into your suspicion even more.

a considerate gesture but surely, they don't do this for everyone? you don't recall ever telling your usual order and birthdate to a melusine before. your mind scrambles around for a memory you might've missed. who could've—

“oh, yes... i almost forgot,” kiara holds her chin in thought. “monsieur neuvillette says to send you his regards,” she nods, relieved that the message did not make its narrow escape from her mind. but blissfully unaware of the impact her words have left on you.

“goodbye, mx. [name]!” the melusine bids you farewell with a cheery wave. you murmur back a response but it comes out incoherent at best — you are simply too dumbfounded by the realization.

...so, that's who.

(wait a second, is arouet in on this too?!)

it's in the way. . . he begins to take longer breaks, hoping to run into you in front of the palais.

taking quiet strolls just outside the palais is, more often than not, neuvillette's idea of rest from work. although some might expect the iudex to have chosen a more 'creative' or luxurious location, but he digresses.

this place is near his office so less time is wasted on the journey back, liath also patrols here so he has the opportunity to inquire about her well-being — and occasionally, he stumbles upon you as well.

'occasionally' is the keyword: neuvillette has always preferred order and routine above chances and coincidences. but something about this idiosyncrasy — the tendency to linger beyond his usual duration, the act of stalling to hold onto hope that you might pass by today — is a indication of hypocrisy he wishes not to comment on.

sometimes, he closes his eyes so that his ears may be more attuned to the sound of your voice. sometimes, he opens his eyes so that they may look around for a glimpse of your face. who's to say if he'll ever be graced by your presence? it is all in fate's hands.

call it an odd method of manifestation, a childish one that even neuvillette scoffs at himself for. sometimes, it doesn't work, of course. not that he ever expects it to — but oh, when it does.

“...monsieur?” your voice cuts through the silence in his mind. he takes the sight of you in; a polite greeting on your tongue, several grocery bags in your arms and that beam on your face as you say, “what a coincidence to see you here.”

the iudex finds that he doesn't mind having his privacy briefly interrupted. not at all. not when it's like this, not when it's by you. alas, it seems that fate has smiled down on him today.

“yes, hello. what a serendipitous coincidence indeed.”

neuvillette smiles, he can't help it. perhaps, he might grow a soft spot for coincidences, after all.

(you sneak a brief glance at the sky with a squint. ...is it just you or are the clouds clearing up a little?)

⎯ wriothesley's love is beguiling, the kind of adventure that keeps you on your toes. a forthright gentleman; he is the type to know what he wants and he wants you. with him, you'll taste whiplash like never before. butterflies in your stomach, the urge to throw a shoe at him, you'll get it all. but an adventure isn't an adventure without breaks in between and it's at that very moment where you'll find you adore him the most... when he rests his head on your lap, momentarily free from worldly titles, breathing like the man who longs for warmth that he has always been.

it's in the way. . . he always offers you tea when really, he just wants you to stay.

everyone knows that wriothesley enjoys his tea — but that's only because he sees no need to hide his preferences; not his craving for a cup of tea when afternoon arrives nor his fondness for you either.

he doesn't conceal it, but doesn't bring attention to it either. wriothesley likes to think that only those with discerning eyes can pick up on the miniscule (???) hints he drops. that is, if saying “why not stay for some tea?” is even considered a subtle clue at all... maybe, he's mixing up polite courtesy with flirting a bit too much.

but who cares? in the grand scheme of things, the fun is seeing whether you'll figure it out or not. and let's be frank here; wriothesley is a patient man in all aspects, able to play the long game like no other.

don't worry, you may take as long as you want to — ironic since you're technically the only player in this 'game' — but hey, he has faith in your abilities! besides, you get to enjoy a cup of free tea (and with his company, preferably). surely, you can't complain about that? ...hah, he's just teasing you.

tick-tock! tick-tock!

the clock strikes twelve in the afternoon.

“ah, finally a well-deserved break.” the tone in which wriothesley pairs with that grin on his face is nothing less than devious. the glance he throws your way as he set aside the documents on his desk is something. or rather, it's suggesting something.

and frankly, you've experienced this many times enough to know what the underlying meaning is. “let me guess...” you let out a sigh, “you're asking me to have tea with you again?”

the emphasis on the last word is definitely, wholly intentional. you're sure wriothesley knows that too — “bingo,” he hums at you, sounds almost like a whistle. “you're getting more and more clever. must be all the tea i made you.”

“don't flatter yourself,” you roll your eyes at his attempted jest but you take a seat on his office couch, anyway. your own unique and adorable way of saying yes, he learned. still, wriothesley thinks that exasperated look on your face is an absolute marvel... and maybe, that little smile tugging on your lips you're trying to fight, too.

“same as usual?” he asks, pushing back his chair with a proud grin still plastered on his face that you wish you can wipe off.

but instead, you shake your head fondly at his antics. “mhm,” and rest a cheek on your fist. watching him tiredly, you realize you could get used to this. maybe.

wriothesley smiles to himself. looks like you figured out the tea has always been an excuse, after all.

(you've won the game, congrats! a subsidiary reward is a comment from sigewinne about how this tea routine between the two of you bears a resemblance to an elderly human couple's. she means it, innocently sincere.)

⎯ lyney's love can be faceted at first, one with such a smooth surface that you never imagined there would be so many layers underneath. joy and bliss, sorrow and burdens; all cramped and stuffed together behind his mask of perfection on the stage, a mask akin to a child's treasure chest almost bursting at the seams. you can unravel him if you tried, you can take off that mask if you reached out. and when you do, you'll find beautiful violet eyes staring right back at you, thankful, imploring you to go further.

it's in the way. . . his bravado dissipates around you, nerves scattering like confetti that bursts from his hat on stage.

they say that the first impression is the best impression — or at least, lyney hopes that's the case with all of the interesting impressions he has left on you so far. his instinct by nature is to impress, to bedazzle and that hasn't stopped since meeting you for the first time.

trying doesn't always lead to success, however. you stuttered in front of them twice, lynette pointed out after the first time he spoke to you. that fact spooked the poor magician so much he stayed up rethinking the conversation under the cover of his blanket. lynette isn't wrong per se, but lyney firmly believes that he will leave a better impression... one day, somehow, no matter how many times it takes!

he is a magician; charisma and charms should have or rather, already have come easily to him. his persona on the stage is no lie — just a tiny concerted exaggeration, maybe — but you've been among his audience before. you've seen what he is capable of. so surely, you'd know that lyney isn't really as demure and easily flustered as you might think he is... because no punches held back, he acts like that every time you talk to him.

he can't help it and that, exactly, is what makes it worse.

how many times have he cupped his face and mumbled nonsense into his hands for failing to impress you yet again? you're so wonderful and he's just so... miserable. this is unlike him. he has to wonder why you still look for him after each performance when you know you'll be greeted by his being a wreck.

maybe they like you that way, freminet tried to help. or maybe they like you no matter what, lynette chipped in. that had lyney pondering for a long, long, long time which translates into weeks.

will the day come where he presents you with a rainbow rose and professes his feelings for you without losing his nerves? he can only hope (and try, one day).

it never gets old.

when his feet step off the stage and the curtains have fallen, the satisfaction that spreads all the way to his fingertips never fails to disappoint. but with that, also comes the imminent feeling of anticipation.

for each performance he delivers, a visitor is bound to linger. when all members in the audience would head to the entrance of the opera epiclese to leave, one of them would stay. waiting patiently to be beckoned to the backstage. it's been a routine for so long, after all.

“lyney?”

right on cue.

your voice greets his ears, a sound that he can admit he misses only to himself. he exhales, a placating act to shush his beating heart from growing any louder.

“ah, [name]!” the magician enunciates your name with a certain type of fanfare. “here to lend a hand again, i assume?” he tries to shoot you a confident grin, but you aren't gullible enough to not see the tint of red blooming on his cheeks.

you stifle a chuckle at his (attempt at a) bold opening. “of course,“ said with a nod and a silly thought along the lines of: he's cute.

your honest and calm response takes him by surprise. he blinks a tad. oh, it seems the thrill from the show a few minutes prior still hasn't worn off. perhaps, he's still all too used to the crowd's shouts and cheers... not that he expects you to start yelling, of course!

“i see,” lyney feigns a cough to recollect his composure. now that he is cognizant of the fact it's just the two of you, he shrinks down into a more casual version of himself with a nervous chuckle.

“will you... be staying for long?” he asks, bashful. the question sounds more genuine than just a mere pleasantry. his eyes look hopeful, twinkling at the thought of having your presence around. his fingers have even come up to scratch at the side of his neck, you don't think lyney even realizes he is doing that.

who are you to say no? you smile. “well, my schedule's pretty empty today.”

his lips instantly break into a grin, brighter than one he usually has onstage. “that's actually marv—” he starts.

“that's great,” a familiar monotonous voice cuts in. lynette peers from behind you with a hum, “we could use more hands to pack up the new props.” oh, and that brief glint of mischief in her feline eyes as she watches how lyney gapes at her sudden intrusion.

“sure!” you glance back at her, oblivious to it all. “thanks for letting me in, lynette. i'll try my best to help.” even if you admit that one of the reasons you're here is for lyney, but you can't discredit his twin sister for allowing you to enter here in the first place. a free backstage pass in exchange for free labor, quite a fair deal.

with your back turned to him, lyney takes the chance to mouth his own words of disbelief to lynette. incomprehensible except for that one i can't believe you're doing this! that she manages to catch.

“no problem,” she observes her brother over your shoulder with keen interest, “everyone knows how fond lyney is of you.”

there is a series of spluttering noises behind you. a certain magician finds himself at the verge of choking on mere oxygen.

“lynette!”

but really, she has no doubt that lyney has fallen head over heels for you. hook, line and sinker.

— thank you for reading! reblogs and comments are most appreciated. ♡

#har❗#fic recs #such good food yumyum

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monicahar · 16 days

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gahdamn

Honkai: Star Rail | Character Preview: Aventurine

#har❗#aventurine #what a beaut

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monicahar · 18 days

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“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

#har❗#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #neuvillette x reader #wriothesely x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons

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monicahar · 9 months

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— thoughts of saccharine.

two cubes of sugar for each daydream.

#STARRING: wanderer, kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, wanderer w/ gn!reader.

#GENRE: fluff, crack-ish but that's just how i write fluff, headcanons/hcs.

#NOTES: mentions of kisses, one implied injury but nothing graphic, cyno's reader isn't a qualified doctor (sorry to the med students).

#THOUGHTS: comically enough, i spent more time on the formatting than the writing itself. maybe i'll play around with them more often? anywho, here is a little smth before fontaine and while i work on other stuff per usual! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

thinking about . . . how wanderer says he 'could care less' about what you do or where you go, always averting his gaze with that disinterested look. it's true, he hates getting caught up in people's business but good riddance, why does he find himself sticking to your side? maybe, he finds your company tolerable (preferable) or that he might even possibly harbor worry for your safety. the wanderer doesn't have a definite answer to this and so, all he can do is insist that he is only here to make sure you don't do anything 'stupid' — yet, he stays so close to you that he could've reached out for your hand if he wished. right, if only pride wasn't an option.

thinking about . . . how wanderer drums his cold fingers on your bare skin while knowing that they are as cold as ice, for a puppet is bereft of humanly warmth, just to incite a reaction out of you. whether it be little yelps, flinches or frowns, he'll drink them all up with an amused snicker. "too cold?" he'd ask oh-so teasingly — but bring his hands up to your lips and press a kiss to them, then you'd see how his eyes dilate and his lips quiver. who's got the upper hand now? (you do, before he snatches his hand away flusteredly and calling you 'an impulsive fool', that is.)

thinking about . . . how you're the first person kaveh looks for when it comes to everything (literally). sorry, he can't help it; but if you think it's good, then it must be really good, right? his clothes today, menu suggestions, your opinion on a performance the both you saw at the bazaar together and more — but oh, his architecture drafts can be a different story because he gets pouty with those. (just give him a kiss and it'll wipe itself away, easy peasy?)

thinking about . . . how kaveh would set aside some mora with you in mind. when it comes to food or other expenses, he complains about them with no reservations — but your favorite dish? or the item you were eyeing the other day? knowing that you will tell him not to trouble himself, he can only beg the traveler and paimon to keep quiet when he keeps stumbling into them when he's out buying a secret gift for you. seriously, why does this always happen to him? (huh, who would've thought that kaveh finally learnt a bit more about financial management thanks to you? "how surprising," a certain someone with gray hair and green clothes comments.)

thinking about . . . how instead of one, there are two mugs on alhaitham's kitchen table every morning. as an early bird, he knows that hydration is something much needed in the morning, so he always prepares two; one for his daily dose of caffeine and the other for your preferred drink. you never recalled asking him to do so — "and you didn't," he affirms, he just gradually incorporated it into his routine. alhaitham states it's for efficiency because he can handle sleepiness somewhat better than you (how offensive). but maybe, the way you always sleepily press a kiss to his cheek as thanks meant something too.

thinking about . . . how alhaitham lets out just the quietest sigh of relief when he realizes you're the one entering his office and not a colleague. for someone so diligent about work (he never claimed he is), he sure perks up when you visit him at work. ask him about it and alhaitham will say that he doesn't know what you're talking about — but the moment you go behind the desk and offer yourself for him to lean on, believe it or not, he melts into you so easily. (...just a little, though.)

thinking about . . . how cyno places his hood on your head when no one is around. you're not a hanger for hats, but he says that you're "cap-tivating" so it makes sense (please send help). regardless, the general does it as his own unique form of affection; he only ever takes off his head accessory around people he trusts and he thinks you look adorable with it on. not to mention, it also has his scent so he's technically marking you as his territory. relax, he's just joking. (or is he? just make a note to ask about his shampoo next time... unless he's into that all-natural stuff.)

thinking about . . . how as a general, cyno is used to speaking in a clear and precise tone with his subordinates and co-workers. but when he's here, sitting beside you while your nimble fingers make light work of bandaging his arm, his lips can't part themselves to say anything else besides a "sorry" mumbled with a pang of guilt. you tell him it's alright as long as he comes home to you at the end of the day and he refuses to be treated by anyone else ever since. ("sir, but they're not a qualified doctor." "...your point is?")

thinking about . . . how tighnari's tail always seems to have a mind of its very own; curling around your leg or wrist almost idly, almost as if it's just second nature when you're near enough to be reached. you have a suspicion that he's trying to communicate an unspoken wish — but ask tighnari about it and he'll say it just does that sometimes. you're pleasantly shocked he didn't ask if you sniffed any odd mushrooms that day (...you didn't, you think).

thinking about . . . how tighnari gives your head a little pat after you complete a task he gave (or didn't give) you. finished sweeping the floor? pat, pat. taught collei how to do her homework? pat, pat. oh, you rearranged the bookshelf when he complained about not having time for it last night? pat, pat, pat. at this point, you don't even know if he realizes he does this — but really, this is just a way to say that he's proud of you without being too overly mushy. no, it's not patronizing and no, he isn't going to admit that he has a soft spot for you in a professional setting. though, the way he'd pull back his hand at the speed of light when a ranger walks in on his patting you is a little funny.

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monicahar · 9 months

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dropping in after a few weeks of no activity just to say that this man's drink is so good 🤤🤤🤤

strawberry with yakult is fire asf omg i want to try kafka's drink too but it got sold out :/

Y'ALL SHOULD TRY IT OUT IT'S SO WORTH IT AND THE STICKERS R SO CUTEE (i got dan heng and silver wolf's!)

#har❗#blade #hsr #hsr blade #and i just got him this afternoon too HEEHEE

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monicahar · 10 months

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Hi! I’m new to Genshin impact and I’d like to start writing Genshin impact fanfics, I’m wondering if you suggest I read the manga or play the game for a better understanding of the world and characters?

i usually get the gist of the characters i write for by meeting them in quests! genshin has a terrible quest system with the hours worth of boring dialogue, but it's very useful when you're meeting a new character. my neutrons activate the moment i see an attractive character pls

same goes for the world building of teyvat, so much lore is gained when you do archon quests and such.

the genshin manga doesn't offer much outside mondstatd lore, so playing the game is basically the only way of knowing how genshin's world works. (unless ur lazy to do them and is willing to do intensive research on practically everything about the game🤔)

#har❗#im only caught up with the lore cuz i played since the very beginning #but some youtube videos do help!#lore analysis is so entertaining when its from the correct person

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monicahar · 10 months

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hai monica 🙇🏻‍♀️ that flower fic u wrote oh my lord i was so hsjfkvkdnfkdmdk

henlo and tysm xue <3 really lover ur bllk fics btw, glad to see u come by!

#har❗#i always get giddy when fellow ff authors compliment my work #in my eyes #u are basically trying to make out with me #mwah mwah

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monicahar · 11 months

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one funny thing about me is that i know the whole story of naruto without watching it at all because as a teen i LOVED sasuke so much to the point i basically read any wattpad/quotev naruto reader or oc insert with him in it

a lot of the fics i read followed the canon timeline so i didn't have to watch a single second of naruto LMFAO

#duckbutt was my first ever hyperfixation #i even wrote fics for him LMFAO i look up my old accs once in a while and see thwy gained a few thousand views like what #har❗#then i gained an interest in itachi afterwards #💀#they both fine asf tho #naruto

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monicahar · 11 months

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“thanks for the flowers!”

“what flowers?”

in which they find out you receive a gift from someone that isn't them.

characters; wanderer, alhaitham, kaveh

; i keep seeing that damn tiktok 😐 gender neutral reader, fluff, crack,

WANDERER eyes you skeptically, suspicion being evident on his pale features as he scans your expression up and down. has he already caught on to your little prank?

“first of all, who in their right mind would court you? and with some sappy flowers as well?”

you return his unamused gaze, finding him very unfunny.

“you do know that you're dating me, right?”

“unfortunately.” he clicks his tongue, further leaning towards your face, brows still furrowed as if he's trying to decipher something, gazing at you with an unreadable expression that has your resolve crumbling. “is this another one of your antics to get a rise out of me? if so, it's not working.”

his lips break out into a grin upon watching your eyes widen. but your shock doesn't last long—him immediately seeing through your silly scheme isn't an unexpected outcome, funnily enough.

“you're too serious sometimes.” you pout at him whilst he scoffs, “just humor me. what would you actually do if i managed to receive flowers from another?”

“it's simple—you can't.” comes his swift and confident reply, offending you as you stare at him incredulously, weighing the implication of his words.

“you speak of me like i'm the most unattractive person in teyvat—what do you mean i can't?”

“you're an idiot. would i have really chosen you if you were unattractive in any way?” he crosses his arms before facing you completely, indigo hues staring directly into yours.

“i already eliminated all those who dare steal you from me.”

...?

you freeze on the spot, processing what you've just heard.

“...excuse me?”

“—just kidding. i'm no longer that type of person, hah.” he huffs out a derisive laugh, yet his humorous farce does not meet his eyes.

not finding any comfort in his supposed testament of it only being a joke, you opt to stare at him confusingly in return. weirdo.

ALHAITHAM, much like the wanderer, catches on to the prank immediately. whether it's intuition, scarily precise deduction or just the way you generally act weird when it comes to lying to his face—he still figured you out in the end like it's nothing.

but unlike the wanderer, he decides to humor you and play along. what a good boyfriend.

“...you mean you didn't give me the flowers?” you flutter your lashes at him, a horrible and terribly inefficient way to convince him that the whole thing with the flowers is actually real. alhaitham suddenly has the rare urge to laugh. since when did you act like this?

alhaitham shifts in his seat. “no. who do you think it's from?”

“hm.” you hum thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your chin as if in deep thought. the scribe briefly wonders how far you're willing to take this joke. but he digresses—the chances of him actually getting mad at you are akin to that of kaveh finally shutting up—

“maybe kaveh? he grew an interest in flowers recently, so i've heard. maybe he sent some as like a sign of friendship or something along those lines...there's no way it means something else, riiiiiight?”

alhaitham pauses his train of thought.

speak of the devil.

momentarily doubting his conclusion that you're just pulling a prank, he quietly glowers at you as if silently telling you to take back your words.

“what about him?”

you immediately cower upon the drop in his tone—raising your arms in defense when alhaitham moves to stalk closer to you. “i was joking! i didn't get any flowers from anyone and last time i conversed with kaveh was when i—”

“let's go.” he grabs the back of your collar and drags you along, a newfound heavy weight in his footsteps as an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling creeps up on his neck.

“i really was just joking, 'haitham! i was bored and i wanted to annoy you for a bit! i swear!”

even if it wasn't true, the thought of kaveh gifting you flowers without his knowledge—

alhaitham's expression subconsciously turns sour. quite unlucky that you couldn't witness the extremely scarce sight of jealousy on your boyfriend as you are comically dragged against your will behind him.

“the nearest flower shop is just around the corner. tell me if anything piques your interest.” he says in way that has no room for argument. he is getting you flowers now.

KAVEH falls for it, obviously. not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed outside his designated profession, you see.

“i don't remember buying any flowers...” he mutters to himself, the gears in his head turning. it's almost laughable when he finally pieces your words together, a look of disbelief painfully present on his faxe but by some miracle, you resisted the urge to burst out in giggles right then and there. “wait...i didn't send any!”

“is that so...then who would send me flowers other than you?” you edge him on, instigating at its finest, much poking a sleeping bear with a stick while you circle it tauntingly.

an actual enraged kaveh is something you've never seen before, just some tantrums and endless ranting about some clients and his roommate. you've always wanted to see it—just not directed at you, hopefully.

“that's...ah, people already know you're dating me though, so it can't be someone hitting on you. maybe it's just from a relative or—”

“really?” you tilt your head, feigning a bit of confusion. “then i suppose i should keep these red roses then. i'll ask tighnari how to keep them alive, i guess.”

“w-wait, wait—could you repeat that?”

“hm?” you face him, “i'll ask tighnari?”

“no, the one before that.”

“...i'll keep the red roses?” you had to hold yourself back from grinning ear to ear when his eyes widen.

it's not unexpected that someone versed in the beauty of art would recognize one of the most common flower's meaning. quite the handy trivia.

he immediately stands up, grabbing your hand in tow as you yelp in surprise at his abruptness.

“kaveh?!”

“those flowers mean love! like, actual romantic love! i'll burn it for you right now! where'd you put it!?” the intensity of his ruby gaze sends shudders down your spine.

“it's not like i reciprocate it—”

“still, no one other than me should be sending those...!” kaveh tightens his grip on your hands, “i don't like the idea of someone hitting on you. i can't let anyone attempt to take you away from me...”

you blink. “kaveh...”

“—that's why show it to me now! or i'll bite you!”

“okay, okay! jeez...”

now...how are you going to break the news to him that it was actually yellow roses, and most definitely not from an admirer?

the biggest hater of my work is myself. wtf am i writing bruh ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

#can i just announce thag i only found out today that i am moots with LOCK????#literally screamed when i saw her name in my followers list #literally my inspiration for writing😭 one day ill write just like her i promise #for now enjoy my terrible vocabulary #genshin impact x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #har❗fiction

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monicahar · 11 months

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who do u main in hsr? (if you play it)

self explanatory

#u cant believe how happy i was when she shared the same banner with jing yuan #har❗

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monicahar · 11 months

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im havent played hsr yet but this fic of urs ? omg ive seen pics of him n yea hes cute 🙄 but THE WAY u wrote him ? im in luv hes cute cute

jing yuan? yeah i feel normal about him hes cool (i pray for him to rail me each day)

#hence the name star rail #he is very fine #u should play it #theres more hotties there #blade *coughs*#har❗

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monicahar · 11 months

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this is a rlly stupid question, but is Reminiscence part 2 out?? Not rushing or anything, but if it’s out, I’m gonna look harder for it TT

embarrassing enough, it's been rotting in my drafts since what...january?

i really want to continue it but my current piece rn is going NOWHERE 😭 one my moots said it'd be better as a stand-alone cause the reminiscence would lose its angsty vibe if i just brought back reader from the dead

#though i do have an idea i want to try out #thanks to that devastating alhaitham x reader fic i found on ao3 #let's look over the garden wall is the title #check it out if u wanna see what i mean #har❗

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monicahar · 11 months

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“what are you doing?”

you comically cower behind his back even further.

“hiding.”

“...why?”

“because there's a flipping lion in the room with us, JING YUAN. that's what.” you snap back angrily.

if you're wondering how you got into this predicament—it's not that far from being akin to a kidnapper leading on a child with sweets and delicacies.

under the guise of work and a few promised cuddles, he had made you follow his steps into his home—now with you glued to his body like it's your own lifeline. the snow-white lion snugly lies down by the only exit of the room you're both occupying—having just introduced herself when it came to jing yuan for a few pets, scaring the bejeebers out of you when its fur had grazed the back of your thighs all of a sudden.

the lion only shows confusion yet complies when jing yuan coaxed her to go away for a few moments. in other words—for you to take a breather.

in response to your much evident suffering and growing impatience, a mirthful laugh escapes him, craning his head to look at you over his shoulder to throw you a small mischievous grin “it's just my cat. i don't see the problem.”

“that's fully grown lion, you scoundrel!” you hit his back weakly, whisper-yelling as if said lion would attack you if you spoke any louder. “a-ah...it's looking at me weirdly. it's definitely thinking of how delicious i am!”

“mimi is very gentle. i doubt she's thinking of such a thing.”

you sink further in his shadow when the lion catches your wary gaze with a tilt of its head. “jing, please. it may like you, but i doubt that a territorial species would enjoy having a stranger around its person bubble.”

“you're free to leave anytime, darling. i'm not forcing you to stay.” he says coyly.

“with how your adorable little mimi is standing right by the door—i doubt i can leave of my own accord.”

“so you think she's adorable? good to hear that.” oh, now he has selective hearing?

“jing yuan. please.” you kneel down and tug on his robes pleadingly, catching him off guard to the point he has now decided to fully turn towards you in mild surprise. “i really don't know how to deal with this! i don't dislike her or anything, i'm just super scared that she won't like me and would—”

“calm down.” your lover couches down before you, hand raising to pat your head. “she doesn't bite. i promise.”

“how are you so sure?” you question incredulously, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens at his actions. “even if she's domesticated, she's still an animal that thrives on her own survival instincts.”

“dearest, would i really have taken in a pet if it was openly feral?”

“yep. you would.” you reply in a heartbeat.

his eye twitches in return.“ahem—okay, so as i was saying,” standing up to his full height, he stretches out a hand towards you, staring at you softly as he does so. “we both know i adore delicate and gentle things, [name]. mimi is exactly that—hence why i didn't mind taking her in and burdened you with meeting her.”

you raise a brow. he shrugs, opting to resign upon your obvious reluctance on the matter.

“truthfully, i wished to see my two favourite companions to bond and get along with my own two eyes,” he heaves an apologetic huff, a tad bit disappointed whilst you only stare in surprise, “but if you're really uncomfortable with it then i suppose i shouldn't force you.”

he helps you up with ease when you finally put your hand on his, hastily padding off the dust that was caught in your clothes upon kneeling down.

grasping your hand comfortingly to calm your nerves, you hate that it work flawlessly upon his touch.

“let's go?”

you were about to nod—until your gaze catches the lion's once more.

...pretty eyes.

snowmoon.

your heart clenches at the realisation.

“on second thought...” you trail off, watching as the mammal sits up in anticipation at your eye contact. jing yuan raises a brow at you, “i think i'll try interacting with her.”

he huffs out a deep chuckle, “really, you don't have to—”

“mimi?” you call out, leaning sideways to look past behind your lover's tall figure. he does the same, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the same direction you're fixated on.

the lion perks up, and starts walking towards you. you grin, but not before whispering back to jing yuan,

“if she actually bites me, we're breaking up.”

“no promises.”

you finally pat the lion's head after about an hour of excessive whining it'll bite you, finally havin found the courage to actually see it as a mere domesticated cat whilst glaring daggers at the owner.

“mimi...attack that bad guy.” you point at him, face still looking smug as ever.

“she won't listen to y—” said lion pounces on him.

idek what this is fiakehwjbsksbw i cant write no more man,,,,*/proceeds to make another jingyuan drabble in google doc

#jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #star rail x reader #honkai star rail #jing yuan #har❗fiction

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monicahar · 1 year

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nshsbajdbjwbwjwh i have this draft of jingyuans s/o being scared of mimi and its lowkey cringe but should i still post it😭

#jingyuan x reader #jing yuan x reader #har❗

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monicahar · 1 year

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rage, love, lust.

head empty. just having sex with star rail ladies <3

includes; kafka, tingyun, himeko, serval, natasha, bronya

; nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (giving & recieving) vaginal fingering, strap-on fucking, sadism, cunnilingus, squirting, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, thigh grinding, dirty talk, praise talk(?) reader is implied to have big "ample" boobies on tingyun's part

btw look who just came back to life and decided to post her filthy thoughts🥱🥱 my bad if there are grammatical errors and such, i was fueled by horniness alone because hot women equals neuron activate

KAFKA who loves being in control. emphasis on love.

you adorably squirming underneath her scrutinizing gaze is exactly just what she needs after a long, hard day of tiresome work. something that she looks forward to each time she awakes—something that she constantly thinks and anticipates about throughout her day.

her cute and pliant little bunny all ready and pampered for her to devour, moans and whimpers escaping your pretty lips for her to swallow down her throat as her tongue clashes against yours in a heated display of dominance.

she quietly eyes your flushed face when you pull away for a breath of air, before going back down to business once more after a couple seconds of hungrily staring at your panting lips. you'll forgive her even if it was a bit rash—pardon her for being so utterly obsessed, will you?

luscious and wet lips she chases with her own—wandering hands making sure to caress every nook and cranny of your curves—breasts pressed up against each other as you feverishly kiss each other stupid, earning a hearty laugh from the woman propped above you.

her thigh nudges itself between yours as she pulls away from your mouth, making an obscene show of a string of saliva connecting you both, to which she cuts with a twirl of her tongue—before licking and sucking hickies at the lush space of your collarbone, her lipstick hue smudging onto your blazing hot skin.

“so good for me, aren't you, dearest?” she mutters against your chest, undoing your clothes one by one as she inches closer down to your abdomen, breath hot against your bare skin. she throws your clothing onto the pile forming at the floor, shortly becoming forgotten as she grazes her teeth against your thighs.

you practically melt under her touch, muscles relaxing once she slowly starts pulling down your panties, hand immediately cupping your heat as she sends a warning gaze towards you—maneuvering her middle finger between your walls, collecting the slick forming as she rides it up to your clit, before erotically bringing it up to her lips to suck it clean, right before your very eyes.

“just sit still and accept everything i'm about to offer. all that awaits you is a bountiful reward if you keep being the obedient bunny that you are.” and so you do.

TINGYUN who just adores seeing tears stream down your face. your usual doe eyes now clouded with lust and desire as they pleadingly stare into hers.

throwing a short glance at the headboard where your hands are conveniently tied to, she can't help the mischievous grin that creeps up on her face as she watches you struggle against her skillful hands.

playing with your hardened nipples through your thin shirt is one of her favourite pastimes, unfortunately for you. no amount of crying nor begging would be able to compare nor match up to the satisfaction she gets from you lolling your tongue out at the absurd overstimulation of your nipples.

“t-tingyun, please—” you attempt to plead.

“no~pe!” she giggles a little too sweetly for someone who's currently torturing you. her soft palms cascading over the fat of your ample breasts as a content sigh leaves her lips, beautifully manicured fingers gliding over your sensitive nubs as you tremble in her hold.

“you didn't wear a bra today, darling.” she casually mentions with that honeyed voice of hers as your cunt clenches at the mere tone of it. “you were practically asking for me to play with you.”

she catches you off–guard by enclosing one of your nipples in her warm mouth, her wet tongue now swirling against the tip of your nipple as it intensifies the butterflies in your stomach, aching pussy now fluttering from the action alone.

she subtly suckles on your boob with a grin, deliberately ignoring the saliva that seeps into your shirt, a free hand of hers groping at the other whilst her eager tongue laps up your abused nipple in a way that leaves you breathless, hips bucking up to meet some type of friction out of desperation.

your unfocused gaze catches the uncontrolled wagging of her fox tail, along with the twitch of her ears each time you let out a moan particularly louder than the last, your breasts getting devoured by her hungry lips as she continues to constantly gauge out your high pitched mewls and gasps.

“mmh—i just love you and your expressions! keep enduring more of this—” her knee raises to nudge at your crotch audaciously, her grin widening as she notes the way your hips stuttered at the slight contact, “—and i'll give you what you really want later, got it?”

HIMEKO who presses sweet kisses to your neck as she plays with your puffy cunt, knuckles deep into your velvety walls that has you reeling against the bed, back arching at the way she somehow manages to prod your sweet spot each time her fingers move.

“you seem to like this so much, don't you?” she huffs out a small chuckle against the lobe of your ear, before sucking it into her mouth as you nod in confirmation towards her pointed question. “you're ruining my glove, you know~”

she chuckles hotly when you clench on her fingers again, the satin fabric of her glove granting you the perfect balance of friction and lushness, her fingers plunging themselves into your hole as she claws at your walls.

complaining about the sharpness of her nails urged you to ask her to wear gloves—a decision you certainly don't regret at all. and you know very well that even if himeko complained about it being dirty, she's more than likely enjoying this as much as you are— if not, then perhaps even more.

you moan as she moves down and suckles onto one of your breasts, taking it all into her mouth as her tongue moves against your erect nipple, sending a mind shattering shudder down your spine.

scissoring her fingers inside your pussy, she stays latched onto your boobs as you thrash around on her bed, your toes curling in on itself as you watch the way her fingers disappear with each plunge she drops into your cunt, clearly mocking the way it sounds with the way she's grinning against your tits.

the softness of her mattress is ruined as you take as much of her sheets into your palm, you other hand buried in her hair to keep her head still against your chest. you whine breathily as she pulls away from your abused tit.

“now, now...should i add another finger? or...” she moves up to your ear, whispering seductively and lowly to gauge out more of your adorable reactions—“should we really get down to business?”

SERVAL who just loves burying her favourite strap into your pussy. loves that her workshop is empty and quiet except for the noises you're making so cutely.

still managing to sound so coherent with the way you call out her name, her hips pounding against yours while she grips your waist so tightly that you squirm, tongue lolling out as you take in the expanse of her dildo, uncaring of the spit you're drooling all over the floor of her workshop table.

your nipples are hard and erect against the cold wood work of her counter, her fingers tangled in your hair to keep you still atop of it, ass and pussy out for her strap to fuck heedlessly.

“you like that huh, slut?” she purrs against your ear, her own breasts pressing against your bare back as she leans down, hips snapping against yours faithfully. your face burning as your ass cheeks lewdly clap against the skin of her bare hips. “of course ya' like it rough, huh? always the masochist.”

her strap is too big in your opinion—but it wholeheartedly doesn't matter when it constantly hits the sweetest spots of your insides, plush walls fluttering on the plasticity of her cock.

you yelp when she harshly brings down a hand to your ass, the slap sounding throughout her workshop that it's almost embarrassing. what if you were to be heard?

“i can practically smell your fear.” she laughs as she continues to pound into your pussy, almost salivating at the recoil of your ass as she does so. “so what if we're heard us from the inside? atleast they know you belong to me.”

oh lord. your cunt flutters at the thought of being caught. the image your ex-architect girlfriend destroying your pussy like there's no tomorrow—would it surface rapidly in the ocean of scandalous acts? how would her brother react? hah...

you whimper when you feel your knot come undone in your stomach, creaming on her strap as you shake uncontrollably.

but your girlfriend doesn't stop plunging her cock into your pussy, heck, she chuckles when you grow limp for a moment—not too long before you're back to moaning like a bitch in heat once more when your high dissipates.

she presses a kiss to the side of your head, “still a few more rounds to go, pretty girl.”

NATASHA who sweetly whispers good nothings onto your ear, riling you up while she gropes at your body in her hold.

her plump lips travel down from the curve of your neck, down to the erotic valley of your breasts, trailing further downwards to your contracting abdomen, and then placing a kind peck to your sensitive clit as a cherry on top.

“so wet for me already...guess i should take care of it, hehe.”

she chuckles breathily against your pussy causing you to snap your hips up to her face, a small whimper escaping you when your pussy grazes against the tip of her nose. “so impatient.” she fondly teases, nudging her nose against you to gauge out a reaction that earns her a giggle.

she adds on further with a tongue darting out to wedge itself between your walls, hands gently grabbing at your uncontained waist to keep you still while her tongue continues to explore the warmth of your fluttering cunt.

she slurps up your essence like it's her last meal, mouth engulfing the expanse of your cunt to catch all the fluids seeping from your hole, her skilled tongue managing to caress each sweet spot you have that gets your skin tingling.

you practically melt as she continues to eat you out, squishing your thighs as reassurance when you choke out sobs, begging her for more and more.

“so good for me...” she hums against your quivering hole, watch it clench onto nothing as she pulls away. the slick staining all around her mouth causes you to whine—whether from embarrassment or sex appeal it provides, you aren't sure.

she wordlessly moves her mouth to your clit, swabbing it against her tongue for a moment before sucking on it passionately, resulting in the intense quaking of your thighs as you struggle to stomach the electric pleasure it sends up your spine—moaning even louder than prior.

she stared at you lovingly as you twitch on her tongue, sharp breaths leaving you as you chase your high, practically grinding and humping against her wet muscle as your hips grow more and more erratic by the second.

your back arches, “ah—! natasha, i'm gonna...!”

you squeal as you squirt onto her face, her red lipstick now evidently mixed with your cum as she takes it all into her mouth, licking your hole once more to savor every last drop in the name of "cleaning" you up.

she presses a chaste kiss to your overstimulated clit—a smirk on her features as she stares at you gulp at her expression once more, “care for another round, dear?”

BRONYA whose face is completely red, embarrassment and humiliation humourously visible on her adorable expression.

she's lewdly propped up on your lap, her dark pantyhose soaking wet as she grinds atop of the fat of your thigh, small gasps escaping her mouth, jaw slackened out of the sheer pleasure your thigh is offering her with graciousness.

you lean back onto the seat as she ruts into your thigh like a dog in heat, noting her office that is currently devoid of any noise only being filled with lewd noises of her pussy's slick meshing with your thigh and her tiny moans. you resist the urge to smile at the way she seems so adamant on cumming immediately.

“on a rush?” you ask innocently, blinking at her like you weren't the one who suggested to have her use your thighs as a stress reliever. your thighs being wet from her slick was something you didn't acknowledge as you gripped her hips, aiding the quick movement of her hips. “is there something wrong?”

“m-meeting with gepard in a few minutes...” she chokes out while you move to tuck a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear. “i don't want him to see this—!”

oh, him. you momentarily glance at the clock placed high on the wall, and indeed confirmed that it's about time for their meeting, the ticking of the clock taunting you as you desperately try not to rejoice at the thought of seeing his priceless expression when he sees his leader fucking herself dumb on your thigh.

“is that so...” you hum disinterestedly, almost distant as you are caught up in your thoughts, opting to move your thigh upwards rather roughly to regain focus, causing her to gasp sharply at the sudden contact, her clothed clit purring against the material of your lower wear. your eyes grow lidded as she circles her hips to feel more of your thigh, leaning back once more as you click your tongue.

“then make it quicker, princess. that guy likes being early at appointments.”

pussy and women are two very magical existences in my opinion :)

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