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Toast I am looking you in the eye. I cannot remember if I have asked before or not but either way that portion of my mind is blank. What fragrances do you think Eclair would gravitate toward using? I simply must know 😳

Not me sitting up for hours last night going "not gourmand NOT gourmand do not pick gourmand scents Toast be better than this" and then...picking gourmand scents LMAOOO

WELL I MEAN. THEY AREN'T GOURMAND SCENTS REALLY??? NOT HEAVILY??? If I'm being honest, as much as I talk about Eclair and her need for sweet treats and coffee, I do NOT think she's a sweet gourmand kind of girl😔she likes to eat sweet treats, she doesn't like to SMELL like them. She DOES like warm scents though. Creamy scents. Vanilla that isn't VANILLA CREAMPIE SUPREME but is tempered by things like amber and honey and pepper. Absolutely pepper, it blends with the trace gunpowder scent that lingers on her skin that she used to be real self-conscious about.

If I HAD to pick perfumes that I think might fit her based on notes alone, it'd probably be these:

(I'm actually trying to see if I can find dupes or samples of some of these cause I wanna try them and see how close I am to her scent profile LOL)

BUT IDK IDK!!!! I LIKE TO THINK A LOT OF WARMER, CREAMY, BUTTERY SCENTS LIKE COCOA BUTTER WOULD BLEND NICELY WITH THESE PERFUMES AND SMELL REAL NICE ON HER CAUSE THEY AREN'T LIKE, SUPER OVERPOWERING AND ARE THOSE KIND OF SOFTER SCENTS THAT YOU'D ONLY GET WHEN YOU'RE CLOSE TO HER OR IN HER ROOM OR HER OFFICE

Not knowing how my wife smells....I cry....I have to go stick my nose in several perfumes until I get a better idea of how she smells LOL

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i always enjoy the idea of seeing my s/i + blorbo from an outsiders perspective — like the barista in our regular coffee shop who see’s us giggling in line as we order our usual, the stranger on the other side of the crosswalk watching two lovers in passing or the bartender who sees us hitting it off on the first date 💞

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Anyways sorry they're all I ever talk about, I love them

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when a character with sharp teeth opens their mouth and you catch a flash of fangs >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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*sits and listens to the rain*

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yay objectifying men !! yay men with big beautiful pecs !! yay men with jiggle physics !!

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ok let me try to ask something sweet instead: who is the first person in your f/o’s close friends/family circle to realize your f/o was in love with you, whether through an explicit confession to them or they just could tell by how they looked at you?

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hello toastie ! ! ♥︎ ive been scrolling through twt today and saw this .. it reminded me of eclairette aahhh i had to share it with u 🙈 it's so silly but i was like GASP omg it's them in another universe !

Femi my love this is THE most eclairette post ever EVEN THEIR COLORS MATCH 😭💕💕💕💕💕soulmated so hard they turned into bioluminescent jellyfish in the next life, that's like...peak romance imo 😔💕IT'S SILLY BUT IT FITS AND I LOVE IT, I LOVE THAT YOU THOUGHT OF THEM WHEN YOU SAW IT BECAUSE THIS IS THEIR FLAVOR I STG ILY FEMI 💕💕💕💕

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some simple genshin femi outfits 🫐 + lore utc ! !

1 — when my parents started working for fatui as private tailors – (via pantalone offering them a lot of money for the job) i think i'd help my parents a lot at the shop .. my parents wld be invited to get measurements of some higher ranked fatui members to get their uniforms tailored with the captain walking past the door and . asking me to tailor his gloves because . why not !!!! 🥹 i just think its cute .. ( i start working at the archives not so long After that )

2 — windblume !!! windblume !!!!! we were already acquainted at that point from encounters at the archives and i was thinking that . he'd invite me to go to mondstadt with him during windblume season :> bc he had some business to attend to but . ive mentioned offhandedly that i love this festival and he remembered <3 ( the earrings might've or might've not been a gift from him.. they're also in the third drawing actually )

3 — the third is just me moving to the fontainian seaside bc im now a depressed widow drowning in hysteria or something .. /hj

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i love neuvillette, i always get cuteness aggression graaah so here's a doodle

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Reading Auphie's ask again and forgetting my reply in favor of the pussy juice shitpost I made like a year ago and never posted because I never drew the stupid doodle I wanted to draw to go with it. Now this just means I gotta draw it and post it when the dash least expects it

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i am not immune to the "character's eyes glow when they use their powers" trope

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Okay I'm home, time to be slightly less insane and try to be social for the rest of the evening like a normal person because. I am full of thoughts. BUT. I would like to check in on the dash and see how everyone is doing because I have been so absent recently I'm SORRY 😭

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OKAY TIME TO GO HOME, NO MORE HORNY THOUGHTS FOR 30 MINUTES OR ELSE I WILL CRASH MY CAR!!!!!

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Neuvillette rambling about the finer differences between various types of water while he's fingering Eclair (so he doesn't get too caught up in the moment and finishes on the spot) but then somewhere along the line he starts talking about the taste of her and the moment he realises he releases on the spot-

CAN I WAKE UP FIRST??? CAN I GET A "hi Toast, good morning! I hope you slept well!" HUH AUPHIE??? CAN I SETTLE AT MY DESK AND GET STARTED ON MY WORK BEFORE YOU ONE SHOT ME LIKE THIS???

SIGH.......I had to get up from my desk and go to a meeting and I - hang on I gotta put this under a cut because this got so far away from me that I've blacked out twice and couldn't stop what happened KJSNBGKJNB

I literally can't even be mad that my brain kept drifting back to this and thinking about Neuvillette trying to resist, trying to fight back against his own greed and his own want as he distracts himself - forces himself to think and speak on Eclair's request: to explain to her, in minute detail, the various intricacies and flavor profiles of water he's collected over the years. He enjoys this - sharing his interests with others. Sharing waters bottled from different regions, suffused with the elements and nature of the lands they come from, the uniqueness of each spring. Waters that he has tasted with her - from her - and yet none compare with the taste that is her.

But to explain these subtle differences while she's nearly bare beneath his hands, braced against the solid oak of his desk, two of his gloved fingers pressed to the hilt inside her...

His mind disconnects from his words - a familiar spiel of familiar yet foreign flavor profiles that he could surely recite in his sleep - as his gaze sweeps over her, drinks her in in ways he cannot right now, lest he reach his peak sooner than he'd like.

But his tongue is heavy in his mouth; his words flow smoothly enough, but the scent of her - the taste of her - lingers heavy in the back of his throat. A heady sweetness, salted cream, the tang of sweat, of heat, desire - sweeter still when his fingers, his tongue, his cocks carve through her and press that perfect spot that leaves her writhing, gushing for him...all of it just barely tempered by the familiar trace of hydro lingering just beneath the surface. But it is so unlike his own, so unlike that which gathers in storms, in waves; no, this taste is uniquely hers, so specifically Eclair's, and he's become so gluttonous for it. And in his mind he allows himself to be gluttonous, removes the barrier of his glove so that he can draw more of her out, more that he can bring to his lips, drink from her, slake his thirst, take and take and take --

And too quickly he's tumbling over his own precipice, too quickly his words scatter and turn into a startled, choked off groan as he shudders, loses an edge of his composure, forces himself steady and upright with the hand not buried in his beloved's sweet heat - the fluttering squeeze of her around his fingers coaxing another subtle moan from his own lips, another spurt of liquid heat trapped in the confines of his slacks (better there, cooling into a tacky annoyance, than on his robes which cannot be so easily replaced on such short notice). He can only try to breathe, try to reorient himself, try to find his tongue and apologize, but he finds himself dizzy as he leans over her, his forehead resting against her thigh, realizing his hands wouldn't be enough, he would rather drink from her greedily, endlessly -

"Did...did you just..."

Neuvillette's jaw works as he slowly peels himself from the haze clouding his mind. A quick, curious exhale comes from above him.

"Untouched at that..."

The chuckle that pulls him from his thoughts is too familiar, too warm and soft to be mocking, but laced with a smoldering smugness that licks through him and makes want curl low in his belly.

No, that's not it exactly; want implies that he does not need her, that he does not crave the taste - any taste - of her on his tongue, but that thought slips away from him as he feels the slide of her fingers against his own inside of her, feels them again, slick and honeyed and dripping with her against his lips.

A temptatious sip will not sate him, not fully, but he obliges, nips and licks and sucks at the offering given to him. And it's enough, he thinks, to have this small taste of her for now. One that will surely dilute and fade once he takes a sip of the water he'd long set aside.

Eclair's hum is warm when she regards him, pensive as she strokes his bottom lip with her thumb idly.

"Not enough, was it?"

"I...", the mess in his pants tells him it should be enough, but desire bubbles under his skin, gathers in the pit of his stomach, the base of his spine, even as she pulls herself away from his fingers and half turns to shuffle and sort the papers and files across his desk, "you haven't -"

"You're still thirsty, aren't you?"

Her tone is playful, mirthful even, as she lifts herself just enough to settle in the space she'd cleared off, spreads her thighs, and...oh. Oh.

Neuvillette nearly salivates, swallowing thickly as he watches Eclair's fingers trace up her sticky seam, nearly goes to his knees when she parts herself with a little shivering sigh, does go to his knees when her hole flutters and spills just a few, precious drops of her essence onto the surface of his desk.

"Why don't you have a drink then, hm?"

Wicked, wicked woman...oh, how he'll never tire of indulging in her like this...

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do NOT trust your own thoughts that everyone hates you. the curse of the blood moon is imminent. it's not you. it's ganondorf