Thoma Would Feel So Awful Once He Learns That Nobody Has Made You Cum Before. Even If You're Experienced

thoma would feel so awful once he learns that nobody has made you cum before. even if you're experienced more than he is, thoma wants to lead you to the feeling of a climax.

he takes his time teasing you, making sure you're flustered and stumbling over your words. even if there's company, he would do subtle things to rile you up. thoma would only cave into doing something sexual if you asked him. consent is huge for him!

he'd lay you down, work out any knots in your body by massaging you with fragrant oils. thoma might not be a sex god but he does know how to comfort someone. all we wants to do is please you in the most intimate form!

when he kisses you, it's passionate and full of adoration. he thanks you for allowing him to see your body and kisses every inch of your body. his hands are shaky. . he can't mess this up!

thoma finally kneels at the edge of the bed and nuzzles his nose on your cute little panties, the smell of your arousal making him a little lightheaded. if he wasn't whipped for you before, he is now. hehe.

he peels off your panties, tossing them aside. first thing he does is kiss your pubic bone; "thank you, my love." then he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling it back to take an experimental lick at it. once you huff out with a little whine, he knows that this is the spot that he'll focus on.

thoma will slowly trail his tongue down your labia, tasting the arousal. he hums in delight and peeks up at you. he watches your chest rise and fall, skin glistening from the oils. he ignores the throb in his pants, vowing to make you cum before he even thinks about getting off.

thoma will rub circles on your clit softly, slowly inserting a finger with your permission. he wiggles it around, a little lost on where to go. but, he figures that you'll tell him that it doesn't feel good if he asked. so, he gives an experimental thrust of his finger, curling it. when you lift your hips a little, he knows that where his finger is hitting is another place to pay attention to!

thoma will use his mental notes to hit that spot and rub your clit. he's so patient, following any request you have with no complaints. but when you get close, he doesn't change the pace!! he continues until you've creamed on his fingers.

he licks it up and stands with a cheeky grin. "how did i do, my love?"

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝐈𝐈

ft. the harbingers, the tsaritsa, venti (briefly)

cw. nudity (sfw), suggestive talk, mentions of death

a/n. can't stop playing the sumeru symphony rn,, so good yum! also I CANT WAIT FOR SUMERU OMGGG!! please fucking talk to me abt sumeru, i will send hugs!

The night sky was vast in stars and constellations. . though, something had shone brighter than them all. It flickered across the sky, leaving an orange-yellow trail behind it.

A woman had stood on a tall hill, hair blowing in the wind. Something was off putting. Her finger tips began to glow, the golden dust look trailing up her arms. She looked back with a look of pure rage, eyes looking down upon them.

Next, the world began to burn around the woman, arm raised up and hand curled into a fist as she smiled with pleasure. .

Barbatos, rather known as Venti, woke up with a loud gasp. He blinked once, then twice. He craned his head upwards, looking around. As usual, he was beneath the giant oak tree in Windrise. He yawned widely and relaxed once again, plopping his head back down onto the grass below.

What could've that dream meant? It was odd for him to not dream, especially after a night of drinking but it was stupid things that him getting cat ears like Diona or having birdlike wings on his back. Something that would put the wind up was never common unless something serious was going to occur. Was this a message from someone? Perhaps Celestia? No, it couldn't be. His Gnosis was stolen a long time ago, any connection to Celestia would've been severed.

Who was this person? He needed to know so that he could prepare for the future.

In Zapolyarny palace, the Tsaritsa and you were having tea together. It was becoming a pattern that you two created. Each day, you'd gather for tea in a quiet room and talk about things for an hour or two. It was no different that day.

"So, I assume most of the Harbingers are returning to their. . business in the respective nations?" You asked, shifting in your seat. The Tsaritsa sat across from you, taking a sip from her tea cup. "They are, though some will remain here." She replied, setting her cup down on the saucer silently. "Do you want a certain one to remain here? If so, I can always reassign a mission to another. I have spotted you eyeing Pierro." The corners of her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

You sighed softly, shaking your head. "No, no. I was just curious is all." You took a sip of the strong tea, assuming that she had chosen the flavour this round. It was probably some native tea, it had an under taste of flames, possibly boiled over coal or charcoal. "I don't have romantic feelings for him if that's what you're implying. He just. . he seems familiar in a sense. His eyes, they're like mine. I know I was most of the err. . main branch when it came to people adapting the same pupils." You explained, eyes glancing off to the side.

"May I remind you that I'm a widow. I don't think any man or woman would be interested in a widowed immortal being, my dear friend." You shrugged and reached towards the small plate that held tarts with raisins in them, taking one and putting it on a side plate for yourself. You cut it in half before eating, nibbling on one side. "Nonsense! You're one of a kind, but what if you weren't just a widow?"

She might've been right. After all, before you were married, you were many things but those were long gone. Nobody would seek your attention or beg for your blessing in knowledge anymore. Even the art of Astrology doesn't bring her up anymore unless one were to go digging in ancient scrolls and writings.

"Hmf, I guess so. Why are you so insistent on proving me wrong on this, hm?" Your eyebrow raised slightly before you took a sip of your tea again, letting it sit on your tongue. "Haven't you thought about expanding on what you are or could be? You could still be a widow but also, you could hold concubines and become a wife again. You can teach your children about Khemia and make it enlightening again."

You choked on the liquid, patting your chest softly to ease the uncomfortable sensation. Inhaling a breath of fresh air, you replied. "Concubines? You mean, male ones or females? I can produce life both ways but the latter gender is. . unexplored. I can't imagine myself becoming with child again and travelling Teyvat, looking for my daughter." You snorted at the thought.

Having another child had entered your mind before but you never actually acted on the thought. Hecate's pregnancy was enough for the time being. Since you were not entirely human, the months of which you carried her were elongated; twenty-four months. She was healthy in the end which was enough for you but being pregnant for two years was never fun. Yet, you still think about it.

A knock at the door interrupted your reflection of the past, head turning to look at the door. The Tsaritsa sighed and gave the go ahead for the person to enter.

Pantalone had entered, bowing at the two of you. "My apologies, your Majesty, your Excellency." His words were elegant and came out as smooth as honey that was warm. His words matched his clean attire, which was aesthetically pleasing. "I'd like to inform you that Tartaglia has departed in irritance to find the Balladeer." Well, that wasn't expected.

You glanced over to her, waiting for the Tsaritsa's response. "Foolish child, he has once again gone off again." She murmured, staring at her cup before making eye contact with Pantalone again. You hummed softly under your breath. "He hasn't gone far, has he? If not, I'd like a word with this boy."

"Ah? Then I shall have someone retrieve him from the docks. He was going to apparently take a ship to Inazuma." Pantalone spoke again, turning to walk into the hallway where he spoke to lesser guards.

Whilst the Harbinger was doing so, Tsaritsa gave you a look. You rolled your eyes and stuck your nose up at her playfulness.

Pantalone returned, bowing again. "He will be returned to the palace immediately, your Majesty, Excellency." He stood still for a moment, waiting for his dismissal. You knew how she worked and decided to dismiss him yourself, waving him off so that you could enjoy the little time you had with her.

"How about him? He would be a fine concubine."

"Oh shush, I'd rather listen to the wind."

After being prepared for the harsh cold, you had waited outside the palace doors for Childe. The heaviness of the thick cloak had made your shoulders tired and legs weak but you continued to be patient for the return of the childish ginger.

Once he came into view, you straightened up and watched as he bowed. "Your Excellency, you called for me?" It was obvious that something was off about him. He still seemed a little irritable underneath the polite smile and gestures. Was it an argument gone wrong or something else that knawed at his patience?

"I'd like to discuss your rather immature behaviour. I've heard about your past mistakes and the one that happened mere moments ago. I'd like to talk some sense into you before you go and chase ghosts, Tartaglia." You began to walk alongside him, sliding your own arm around his offered bent one. He was silent for a second before responding to your clear concerns. "I understand, please do enlighten me on your concerns, if you may?"

You nodded your head and looked forwards, watching where you stepped. "I'm speaking to you as a mother, an experienced being if you will. You're going to be wasting time chasing after someone who doesn't want to be found right away. His work of hiding his tracks will get sloppier over time because he will think he got away. Tugging on his coat tails will not only make him skittish but it will make you a fool." The words began to sink into his mind, his mouth remaining closed as he processed your little speech or rather lecture. It was satisfying to see someone lost in thought after telling them something they never thought about before.

Childe was speechless, "I, hm." You glanced up at him, waiting for him to carry on with what he was going to say. "Thank you for that, it cleared my head. Avoiding this trip would save Tonia and Teucer a little stress. Oh, they're my siblings, they think I'm a toymaker of the sort." You couldn't help but laugh at the last sentence. A toymaker? How odd.

"I assume you'd like to keep their innocence in the matter? How kind of you. Perhaps you have more sense in you than I thought." The both of you chuckle and stop after making a lap around the courtyard. Childe had felt a little giddy after making you laugh. He had done something right to please you and now he knew who to go to when he was in a fit of rage or irritation.

"I believe I should make my way inside for other things. Please do be careful, Tartaglia." He nodded and bent down to kiss your hand while on his knee. "Thank you, your Excellence." You smiled a little and retracted your hand, entering the palace.

Hours later, you find yourself alone again. Supper had been dealt with and it was time to relax. You had requested a hot bath to be drawn and mint tea to be boiled. Both came relatively quickly thanks to your servants.

You slid into the tub after removing all your heavy clothing, humming at the heat. The silence had surrounded you, mind wandering to your past almost instantly. Of course, any chance you had, you would think of fluttering memories. But now, you could really delve into your thoughts until the water was cold.

You thought about Sumeru, your second home. The first home was the stars; the endless space that would guide you throughout the cosmos and around the space rocks. Sumeru. . oh how you missed it. The music, dancing, feasts. . oh! The vast amount of knowledge available too. You could teach everything you know there as well. You began to wonder if the people there still didn't dream. It just seemed like everything you had once preached was forgotten or not important. Yes, astrologers and those who read the stars still practice what you created but not as frequently; it was called a sham.

Sighing, you laid your head back against the rim of the tub, eyes closing as you reminisced the 'good' days.

The emotions began to hit you much deeper than expected. Something in your stomach began to churn, chest becoming heavy as you thought about Hecate. There were so many unanswered questions about your offspring that needed to be answered. The thing that lingered in your mind the most was 'is she okay?' It didn't matter what she did now or who she supported, all you needed to know is if she had good health.

Before you knew it, the salty tears ran down your cheeks, nose burning softly with snot bubbling in the back of the canal. You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them in an attempt to provide yourself more security. Head tilted down, you wished again to see your kin. Perhaps this wish would be granted too. .

beidou

personality traits: bastard

ideals: stealing is ok if they have something you want

bonds: ehhhh

flaws: i cannot be killed

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

ft. tsarista (loosely)

cw. mentions of supposed death, nothing else really.

a/n. just a quick thing, this is based on a fem reader/afab reader, so sorry if anyone isnt really included. i just feel more comfy writing fem readers. much love tho xo!

To begin this story, we must travel back many centuries. .

You were once a floating star amongst the sky but had fallen down to Teyvat. For some years, your form was never really specified. It was a mix between a firefly and what looked to be a glowing grass lantern. That is until you had stumbled across Sumeru on one of the darkest nights. Your light had attracted few people, guiding them to a field of thick grass and a small pond.

It was your first time seeing humans, watching them with curiosity as you fluttered around, lighting the peaceful plains. Clueless, you had landed on a woman's arm, admiring her face. As much as you enjoyed being a small spec of light, you yearned for the feeling of living life as humans did. Your wish was granted while you rested by the pond, waking up to an entirely new form.

You had limbs like humans did, stretching them out when you woke. However, the people you had once lead to the plains were in awe. They asked you questions and put clothes on your back. Like a newborn fawn, your legs wobbled when you learned how to walk; grasping onto the arm of another. Slowly but surely, you grasped the concept of living.

As you approached the largest Sumerian village, you were showered with questions and awe. The thing people asked the most is how your eyes were shaped like stars. Of course, you couldn't answer that as you didn't know that yourself. You were named a Sage, responsibility quickly piling on your shoulders.

For two-thousand years, you watched Sumeru build itself, Archons come and go. . you had witnessed a lot of it, prefering to stay out of the public's eye. Your hand in marriage was sought out many times across Teyvat. You denied each one, focusing on your study of the stars, constellations and playing the lyre.

Though, after so many years of being companionless, you began to wish every night for a partner that wise like yourself. It was granted, a man sliding into your life by coincidence. He had taken you to the newly created land of Khaenri'ah and you saw the liveliness of the godless nation. You had abandoned Sumeru for this nation, marrying the man and having a daughter, Hecate. You had been close to the ruling family of the Eclipse Dynasty, sharing wisdom and learning the art of Khemia.

You had successfully learned Khemia, alongside your original unused Dendro vision. Once in a while, you'd sneak away from Khaenri'ah and visit Teyvat. You had met different individuals, including the Tsarista. The two of you had been quite close, her loving heart accepting you into her palace to talk.

Though, a few years later, the destruction of Khaenri'ah had taken place. You had attempted to fight the Celestial being to save the nation but failed, losing your husband and possibly your child. On the brink of death, even as an immortal being, the Tsaritsa had encased you in ice, freezing you until you could be awoken again. In the ice, you would be able to heal your wounds, regenerate energy and remain safe from Celestia.

The Tsaritsa had protected you, though, she wasn't able to find your daughter until a century later where she had been living amongst mortals, like you had been. . .

Since then, it's been five hundred years. Your form hasn't changed one bit, other than the wounds healing and your hair still growing inch by inch. One day, the Tsarista hopes to wake you and have you aid her with the uprising of the Abyss and the Fatui.

'kay but like imagine the jealousy in their eyes when they see you walking to the dorm's mailboxes but you're wearing flowy pj pants with a sports bra on. there's hickeys from your "best friend's" curiosity on your neck, collarbones and chest. you look over and smile innocently at him, sorting through your mail.

he can't help but want to be the one to leave those pretty blossoming marks across your body. he heard the giggles from his wall, them being paper thin. of course, he knew that your best friend was curious about women and who are you to say no to the person you trust the most? next time, he'd ask you out for lunch and make sure your best friend sees you laughing at his jokes and hitting him playfully. . all while those marks are turning yellow and disappearing.

ATSUMU, OIKAWA, KAGEYAMA, KYOTANI, DAICHI, IWAIZUMI, akaashi, tendou!!

tim: ibuprofen and tap water is the 3am version of a coffee and cigarette break.

brian: . . what the fuck. we are waiting for jay and this is what you think about?