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I'm trying a new drawing application and this came out, I can say that I liked it a lot, I feel that it is one of the drawings that I liked the most and it makes me feel proud, and it's not even anatomically correct 😭

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If he can't have a dog...

Also, yes, these are translations from the official Furby wiki 😅

Neuville seems like the guy to pass out at the sight of ankles😂but he’s a true gentlemen

࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : HOIHIHD O NDFKJDN FKJGBREOIGHROIG HROEIN I he !! screaming the idea of this!!

"That's a new piece."

The comment is so nonchalant that you barely glance up from the tray where you're making two cups of tea. Neuvillette is seated behind his desk, idly thumbing through another case file, the early morning sun streaming through one of the glass windows, painting him in a soft golden hue.

You tilt your head at him. "Hm?"

"The dress you're wearing," he continues, finally tearing his eyes away from the paper he was reading to fix you with a steady gaze, though it's easy to note that he doesn't look much further than your shoulders. "It's new..." he trails off, clearing his throat. "And it's... short..."

His words slowly trickle into your mind before a grin curls at the corners of your lips, one you quickly hide as you finish up his cup of tea, sauntering over before setting it on his desk. His eyes hone in on the fragile ceramic cup.

"Do you like it?" you ask quietly, perching yourself on the edge of his desk where there was some open space. The hem of the dress rides up a little, stopping mid thigh — and of course you're not wearing anything underneath it. Nothing besides a pair of flimsy little lace panties. The more you shift the redder his face becomes until you're sure he's a pyro wielder.

"Yes, yes, the fabric is quite nice," he rumbles over the rim of his teacup, looking anywhere but your bare legs. This game was always fun, teasing him, testing his self control, watching in amusement as you broke down the stoic leader everyone else saw. "The detailing compliments your skin, though I -"

"Do you wanna see what's underneath?"

Neuvillette looks positively paler than a ghost, blinking once, twice, a shaky hand lowering the teacup from his mouth. While his expression might have remained neutral his eyes gave him away, just like they always did. They're cloudy, a storm brewing behind his irises. He gives you a look of warning, one that told you that you were threading a very thin line and his patience was running low. But one that also held yearning and a strong sense of want — he needs you, he oh so desperately wants you.

Neuvillette pushes back his chair and rises to his full height, reminding you how small you truly were in comparison to his height before the corner of his mouth twitches. He enjoys this back and forth between you two, but he enjoyed putting you back in your place even more.

"Bend over my desk," his voice rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest, heady, his words smoky. "I won't be asking you twice."

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just warning u guys

(inexplicit nsfw!)

Let's be honest, Zhongli and you would be so mismatched in terms of stamina; this man can go for hours at a time while you can go maybe two rounds before you're out cold. It's partially your lover's fault anyway - a powerful divine being like him can get rather intense, even if his caresses and movements are sweet and gentle. Besides, his teeth might tell another story, judging by all the bite marks and hickeys you'd have, scattered across your skin like constellations of lust.

Not to mention his tail, his long scale-adorned tail that wraps around your thigh, your waist, your wrists, wherever he feels he needs you to be held in the heat of the moment.

Zhongli might be masquerading as a human, but there is nothing mortal about the way he takes you. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure with the intensity of a landslide hurtling down a mountain, catapulting you straight to the stars and back. A heated hurricane of wanton words spill out from the lips of this otherwise polite and chaste-seeming man, reaffirming in no uncertain terms that you are his and he is yours.

Sure, he might gently embrace you come morning light, tend to your aches and sores, and prepare you a wonderful nourishing breakfast in bed, but the moment you think all is well and both of you are satiated, Zhongli would slyly suggest a sequel to the night's schemes.

Sorry, but you'll need days to recover.

Look here, ajax

My exams came together and once again I don't have time to publish a journal 😭

This drawing is also based on @belovedmusings work. I'm sorry for not being able to post the original work properly, I hope to correct it at some point.

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would they enjoy being called ‘babygirl’?

(gn)

kaeya: he’ll probably laugh right at your face. humiliating.

venti: probably, if he’s drunk enough. otherwise, he’ll need to drink more to make himself forget what you just said.

albedo: will play dumb, as if he doesn’t understand what you mean. he does understand. he just has the time of his life when you embarrass yourself by explaining this to him.

diluc: no.

zhongli: is genuinely confused. will ask for your explanation. then he’ll repeat it somewhere in the harbour. you better not visit for a good while.

tartaglia: no, you are! you are the babygirl!

xiao: he won’t understand right form the get-go, but with time he’ll learn to sincerely love it.

thoma: loves it, but if kamisato siblings will know, they’ll mock him until the day he dies. so no babygirl life for him.

kazuha: he’ll just smile at you very kindly. humiliating (2).

itto: he absolutely would. tries to be discreet about it and fails miserably. everyone in inazuma knows. his previous reputation is ruined. now he’s living his best babygirl life.

ayato: he’ll pretend he did not just hear that. the only act of mercy you deserve after your embarrassment. don’t ever say that again. maybe, when others are not around at least.

scaramouche: yes (is ashamed).

tighnari: you are the baby here. stop smiling. this is not a compliment. it’s degrading.

al-haitham: go do your homework.

cyno: yes (is not ashamed).

kaveh: you stole that from him, so he’s equally proud and offended. give him the credit and you good to go.