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oh gosh i love ur writing can you do headcanons about non sexual things about reader that turn on thoma?

PLEASEEE 😭 This posted earlier and I didn't notice... if anyone has already read this, there's an extra section added now!

Thoma's non-sexual turn-ons

Reader: Gn // Genre: Smut (suggestive) // No Cw

Considering how widespread his job duties really are, some days Thoma has to stay later at the Kamisato Estate than others. And while he does enjoy the work, that doesn't stop him from wishing he was home with you.

So, when you unexpectedly show up in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing an apron and insisting to help out... Well, who is he to deny?

You pass by each other easily, him giving you instructions on what to prepare while taking quick glances at you every now and then. A warm smile overtakes his face in moments like these; he just can't help but think that he's lucky to have you.

You're so considerate to him, coming in to his work and helping him to finish off the day just that little bit faster. Playfully chiding him when he forgets to take care of himself in favor of completing his tasks. And when he actually steps back to take in the situation, he can't help but realise how domestic the scene is playing out to be.

And oh, that warms his heart just a bit. But then, that warmth turns into a small shiver down his back, the heat settling uncomfortably in the space between his legs. At first, Thoma's confused. After all, he didn't think of anything particularly provocative! That's why he doesn't even realise that he's half hard until he looks down a few moments later, just to check.

With a nervous hiss, Thoma pushes himself to focus more intently on preparing the food on the counter in front of him. Even just the presence of you bustling behind him is setting him off. When you notice his sudden silence, he laughs it off, promising you don't have to worry about him, and he's grateful that you don't push it further, even though you know he's not saying what he wants.

He just has to get this over with, and then you can both go home together. But until then, Thoma's thoughts will painstakingly revolve around how he can best repay you for helping him get home faster tonight. After all, he does have the whole night to show you his gratitude...

Regardless of the style of clothing of you wear, Thoma will be admiring you nonetheless.

If you wear more comfortable and flowy clothing like from Mondstadt, he can't help but get nostalgic. He doesn't get particularly home-sick, for he appreciates the difference in cultures that Inazuma offers. However, he can't help but take comfort in the familiar feel of the fabrics, and the residual smell of dandelions that follow all that meet the winds of the City of Freedom.

Or, if you wear the light, traditional wear of Inazuma, he's inspecting the design and comparing it to your other outfits. Thoma likes finding similarities in the displays at stores, and trying to find some that are similar to what he knows you already like. It isn't uncommon for Thoma to bring you something new to wear, and it does get him a little riled up to see you in something that he bought for you. To him, it feels like a way of subtly marking you.

He'll be smoothing his fingers over the material of your clothing, hands absentmindedly travelling over your arms, or your back, or your hips. And as soon as he accidentally makes contact with your skin between the layers, the clothing you wear is long forgotten. He's worshipping each inch of your exposed body, only moving your clothes out of the way when the need becomes too much for both of you.

Thoma excells in taking care of people. It's in his nature to be caring towards others, and this certainly doesn't stop when he's resting at home with you.

If you're focused, be it work or a hobby, Thoma will be popping in and out periodically to deliver you something that he thinks you'll need: a cup of coffee/tea, a blanket in case you're feeling cold, maybe even a massage. Each time, he makes sure not to make too much noise, only going as far as a low "Anything you need?". The volume with which he spoke is halfway between a whisper and his regular speaking pitch, so it awkwardly cuts between the two, which gives you a quick respite and leaves ample room for Thoma to convince you to take a break.

It's the space between these check-ins that Thoma starts to feel different. As he walks back and forth, collecting anything you ask for, he starts to realise that he likes taking these orders from you, as mundane as they are. And it's not the usual burst of happiness that he gets when he helps someone during his work with the Kamisatos. No, this is different...

Maybe it's the directness of your tone, one that he doesn't normally hear from you, one that makes him want to hear it more. Makes him want you to give him orders that are harder to complete, just for you to then get harsher when he makes a mistake.

Or, maybe it's how intently focused you are in general. The pinch in your brow and the words that you mutter in annoyance, which leave him hanging on to every word he can catch. Every one of your actions show that you're getting increasingly stressed. And now, it's up to Thoma...

Should he make you take a break, and help you to relax? Or should he submit further, and let you take out your stresses on him? By the time he strides through your door the next time, his jacket and belt already long gone, his mind is definitely made up.

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i loved your tighnari fic, you did so great on it <3 could you write foreplay hcs with fem reader x cyno?

This was my first time looking into Cyno, I've only seen him portrayed as pretty rough, but I get a slightly softer vibe from him idk. That being said, I had a harder time reading his character than usual so let me know!

Foreplay with Cyno

Reader: Afab, no pronouns used

Genre: Smut // Cw: Oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, slight pain, implied praise, teasing

Cyno is at his calmest when he's with you, or, more specifically, when he's bringing you pleasure. He can really just let the world fall away, forgetting the cruelty and justice that he painstakingly chases, when he's got his head between your thighs.

Running his tongue between your folds, slurping at the juices that flow from your needy hole, flicking over your sensitive, little bud; the repetitions, familiar due to how often he insists on this act, help him to find peace in the fluidity of the motions.

He relies on his muscle memory for this, letting his mind fall upon every part of you: your stuttered breaths. Your hand in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. The pulsing of your hole as his deft tongue glides past it. He takes in everything that you are, everything that you have to offer. And despite his usual monologue about maintaining control and rejecting greed, Cyno can't help but find himself wanting more.

When his mind spiels like this, Cyno has a tendency to get a little... messy.

Your slick sticks to his cheeks and cum drips from his chin, smearing over your inner thighs. His hands, which had originally been placed upon your thighs to keep them held open, had now become completely focused on feeling the plush of your skin beneath them. His fingers squish and knead the heated flesh absentmindedly, leaving small bruises where his fingertips pressed in a touch harder than intended.

While he prefers to take his time with you, sometimes, one of you is just a bit too impatient for that. On these occasions, Cyno's fingers press into you slowly. He starts off with two, the slight burn they provide just from the first slide sending shivers straight through your core.

Once you've gotten comfortable with the stretch and pace he's set, his fingers separate, splitting your walls apart uncomfortably quickly. You're forced to keen at the unexpected action, the light pain from the stretch lighting up your nerves in preparation for his cock.

Even when he's hasty with preparing you, Cyno is never unaware of your emotional needs. He presses sweet kisses to the underside of your jaw, whispering praises and encouragements that keep you pleasantly distracted from the discomfort of his rough fingers scissoring open your tight, drooling pussy.

And, eventually, when it comes time for him to give you what you both want, he'll drag it out for even longer.

His hands trail up your body, taking your breasts into the warmth of his palms. The texture of his skin rubs against your nipples, which harden beneath the minute attention, for that's exactly where they stay.

Then, the head of his hard cock, finally receiving the attention he'd deprived himself of in favour of taking care of you, spreads the lips of your pussy wide. He drags his cock through the pooling cum that he hadn't licked up, using the slick to smooth the slide of his hips against yours. A glistening sheen coats the tip as it peeks through the hold of your folds, ghosting over your throbbing clit, only to move down, putting pressure against your desperate, needy hole.

And just when you steel yourself for the breach, ready and wanting to feel the ache that settles deep between your hips when he thrusts in...

He stops moving, the head of his cock just barely inching past the initial ring of your muscle. You're about to murmur a complaint, maybe even push yourself down onto his length, when he shifts focus instead to lay a heady kiss to your parted lips. And you can't blame him, truly, when he's being so attentive, when he's spent the past hour bringing you to the edge over and over again, with no regards for his own pleasure. After how sweet he's been tonight, there's no way Cyno would be teasing you on purpose now, right?

The only tell that he knows exactly what he's doing, is the smirk that he hides behind your shoulder when he finally pushes home.

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AAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT YOURE SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMG

THANK YOU 🩷 I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

I wrote it while I was almost half asleep, so I had to check it again in the morning to make sure it was coherent enough to post 😅 it ended up being different than I had planned, but I still like the way it turned out.

Thank you for the prompt!

can i request tighnari with cockwarming? i love your writing and id love to know how he would act in that scenario

I was in a fluffy mood when I wrote this, also kinda tired so that pushed itself into the setting.

Cockwarming with Tighnari

Reader: Bottom!Gn // (No dom/sub roles, slightly implied dom reader at end)

Genre: Smut // Cw: Cockwarming, sleepy sex, quite fluffy

When Tighnari gets the chance to finally relax with you, he can be pretty handsy. He always has to have some part of himself touching your skin, whether that be his arms wrapping around your waist while he hugs you from behind; his chin resting on your exposed shoulder; or even just the fluff of his tail brushing against your thigh as you sit together.

However, the feeling of your tight, little hole will always be the first that comes to mind when you ask him what he wants to do to wind down each night.

To Tighnari, nothing reassures him of your presence more than the heat of you that envelops his lower waist. His cock, comfortably nestled deep inside your gummy walls. Your thighs, slick with sweat, heating his hips where you sit straddled against him. He holds you there with an insistent hand pressed to the small of your back, his other resting just above your knee, the touch so gentle you could barely feel it there.

Laying in bed like this, with no responsibilities to uphold for another night, Tighnari feels completely free. In his own blissed out mind, he hadn't even noticed his eyes drifting shut. But when he opens them, he can't be sure if he was truly awake, the sight of you laying on top of him so perfect, so ethereal, that he couldn't help but to spend the next few minutes simply taking in your beauty, committing it to memory. Time passes slowly like this, with breathy and sleepy words being exchanged, a disjointed conversation that holds no pressure nor need to be continued. The room lays tranquil and still so as not to disturb the peace.

Some nights, the loving gesture lulls the both of you to sleep in each other's arms, bodies pressed flush together, legs slotted and hands intertwined.

And some nights, the doting touches devolve to a more stimulating pleasure. The serene silence is fractured with a startled breath when you shift upon him, stirring his still-hard dick against your walls, which clench over him from the movement. His hand slides over your hip, holding you in place until you slow your grinding, and laying a nip to the tender skin when you eventually stop.

You flinch at the fizzling pain from the pinch, pulling a quiet moan from your throat and a hiss from Tighnari's at the friction that settles into your bones. It's unusual, the sensation feeling extra sensitive after the lack of attention both of your cores had received over the past few hours spent lazing away together.

From here, a few things could happen:

You could lay back down, pressing your naked chest direct to his. Tighnari's eyes would soften, falling shut again as his arms snake around your back, securing you into a tender hug, his hips still flush to yours. You both drop off to sleep, then, all worries of the world falling away from you as you rest in each other's adoring embrace, sure to help each other get off properly in the morning.

Or, you could continue your movement, Tighnari doing nothing to stop you this time as your hips grind further down onto him, the head of his cock pushing into the deepest part of your needy hole. The motions are slight at first, barely rocking into him, but as you look into each other's eyes, wanton need flashing back at you, you increase the speed and intensity of your grinding. Tighnari's hands both find purchase on your hips, helping you to find a good pace on his lap. Your hands come down to lay over top of his, bringing them exactly where you want them.

A complete contrast to just moments before, the room resounds with the sticky, wet slaps of your ass colliding with the tops of his thighs.

It's nights like these, when the love and chemistry between you just flows so easily, that Tighnari struggles to deny you of anything you wish to do to him.

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Hiii!! I love your writing, especially with Tighnari. He’s one of my favorites, and I love that you write for a dominant reader.

Can you please do a fic (plot) with Tighnari and a female reader who comes to the forest to study fungi, and they bond over being forest nerds? And then, he’s kind of pining for her, and when he confesses he admits he wants her to take charge, because he loves seeing her like that—and she uses a fungus to make him more sensitive when she does?

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Cordyceps mishaps

Character: Sub!Tighnari // Reader: Dom!Afab

Genre: Smut // CW: Handjob, aphrodisiacs, slight teasing, brief masturbation, implied vaginal sex, slight power imbalance (he's your mentor)

Plot: Yes // Word count: 5.5k

When you'd made plans to come to Sumeru, this wasn't how you'd planned your first day to go.

With the climate being much hotter and humid than you were used to, it was understandably hard for you to acclimate to the differences fast enough to be totally comfortable. However, it all would be worth it for the new plant species that you'd get the see, the forests of Sumeru providing a scale of plant life larger than in any of the other nations.

Sure, you had read books about the trees, the flowers, the fungi; but words on paper were never a match for real-world experience. For years, you'd wanted to see them first-hand, to find them in the wild and study them to find your own consensuses. And now, you finally had the chance to do so. The only downside was that, since you didn't know anyone in Sumeru, you'd had no idea what to expect. Or where to go.

Which is how you got yourself lost within the first two hours of finally making it across the border of Liyue.

"Follow the paths." They'd said.

"Follow the paths." You'd repeated to yourself.

But, of course, through the gap between the trees, you'd seen an interesting flash of colour. Perhaps a new plant you'd never seen before? Maybe one from the sketches you'd seen in the books?

You didn't stay on the path.

And, now, half an hour later, you were lost, distressed and disappointed, because there was no flower at all. And from what you could tell, there was no one else around that could help. The silence in the air felt unnatural and precise, as though the forest itself was watching you, waiting on your every move, every thought, every breath. And with dusk not far from falling, you really didn't want to spend your first night here cold, alone and frightened of your surroundings, let alone lost.

... But there was nothing else for you to do. You'd tried turning back the way you'd came, but you still couldn't find the path. Plus, you didn't want to accidentally stay further into the forest. If you had any hope of being found by someone who could help, you had to stay at least close to the paths. Your common sense told you you'd be better off just staying exactly where you were.

Until you got distracted again.

Out of the corner of your eye, half hidden by the shadows cast down upon them by the surrounding trees, lay a patch of small orange mushrooms, all intertwined and reaching outwards in awkward angles. To you, they looked quite familiar... where had you seen them before?

Moving closer, completely focused on trying to identify these strange mushrooms, you pay no mind to the shadow shifting behind you.

From what you'd read in the books, there were no known species of fungi that were dangerous to touch, only causing problems when ingested. Taking mental notes of your findings, you examine them: the unusual slim and long form of the mushrooms set them apart from the common crowd of fungi, looking suspiciously similar to the cattail reeds which grew to the side of rivers and ponds. Putting on some spare gloves to prevent harmful juices or powders getting on your hands, you remove a small mushroom from the cluster, bringing it to your face while maintaining a safe distance and inhaling the scent that it emitted.

Cocoa.

... Well then. These were rare, that much you knew. And they weren't poisonous, either, from what you can remember – though you're hardly going to trust your memory when it comes to a plant you can't remember the name of. But you did remember the properties and effects. They were... interesting, to say the least.

"Cordyceps militaris."

"Agh-?!" You let out a shrill scream, whirling around on your feet and coming face to face with the man who had snuck up on you, an amused smile plastered on his face. Upon realising that he wasn't making any threatening advances towards you, you rest your hand on your chest as you calm down, your panicked breathing evening out.

Even though he clearly felt no shame in sneaking up on you like that and scaring you half to death, he was at least gentlemanly enough to allow you time to recover before he started talking again.

"This fungus is Cordyceps militaris. You should be careful interacting with it if you don't know what you're doing." He then proceeded to lean against a tree to the side, glancing down at the said fungus as if in thought.

"Excuse me? I know perfectly well what I'm doing!" You huffed, crossing your arms. Who was he, anyway? He finds a random girl in the middle of the forest who is obviously not from here, barely any daylight left, and instead of offering to take her somewhere safe, he wants to criticise your mushroom handling skills?!

"Oh, my apologies." He looked back up at you, tail flicking as though he were agitated with you, "I'd assumed that if you knew what you were doing, you would've worn appropriate gloves." He gestured to your hands, a humorous glint in his mischievous eyes.

Confused, you turn your own hands over to inspect them, only to be met with a glaringly obvious hole directly across the palm of the glove. Huh... must've snagged them on a branch at some point.

Embarrassed and left with little argument, you settle for staying silent, admitting defeat before you were further humiliated. It wasn't that bad, really. You just got caught out being a bit careless.

"...Anyway, mind handing that over?" He points to the small mushroom still held between your fingers, holding out a small pouch for you to place it into. Wordlessly, you drop it into the bag, stepping back upon doing so to create some more distance between you. "For a newcomer, you sure do know how to pick a good sample instead of just breaking it off at the base."

"I studied in some of the other nations, but Sumeru's variety was much more appealing. I thought I'd learn faster if there was more to see and do."

"I see. If I may, I think you made a good choice. Sumeru has lots to offer for both academics and plant life." He reaches out to take your hand, his gaze softening to be more friendly. "I'm Tighnari, Forest Watcher."

You hesitate slightly before placing your hand in his. "Y/N."

"Well then, Y/N, seeing as it's getting dark and you've been stumbling around the forest for the better half of an hour, what would you say to me taking you back to our main outpost? It's not much warmer, but the people there are friendlier than anything you'll come across in the wild late at night."

"...I'd say that I'd appreciate that very much, Forest Watcher Tighnari."

And so, without another word, you follow him to Gandharva Ville, where you stay for the night.

...

Tighnari couldn't believe how far you'd come in such short time. When you'd told him about your previous meticulous studies on wildlife –particularly plants and fungi – of course he'd believed you. He'd seen your proficiency that very same night that you met, discarding the... incident... with the gloves. Though he did still bring it up every now and then, just to keep you on your toes. He loved to see how flustered you'd get when he mentioned it, the little pout accompanied by the scowl you'd shoot him before the full sentence had even left his smiling lips making all of your sneaky little revenge plots well worth it.

However, that thought process had brought to mind the very serious problem that had been plaguing his mind as of late – or, really, since he had met you.

His feelings for you.

How passionate you were about learning the ways of the forest. How determined you were to improve at the job and impress the people around you (himself included). Even the way you held the other Rangers accountable for their mistakes, scolding them with no remorse, only to soften as you carefully explain the correct conduct, guiding them through with a gentle yet stern voice. He loved to see it.

He'd never say it out loud, except to himself, that your harsh words and strict voice had caused him to grow hot under the collar on quite a few instances. Even if he was just barely in earshot, he'd have to scurry away before you rounded the corner to see his blushing face, heading straight to his own quarters to... ahem... "make himself presentable."

At least, that was what he'd always said upon being asked, but it never made sense to you. He looked the exact same every time he came back! What could he possibly be doing in there that was so important?!

He hoped you wouldn't find out... not before he revealed the truth – well- half of it – tonight, resigning himself to whatever fate you had in store for his highly strung heart.

It had to be tonight. He couldn't drag this out for any longer.

...

One book; two books; three books; four. All stacked relatively neatly atop each other, placed next to a quill pen and subsequent pot of black ink.

Once a week, you meet up with Tighnari to go over all of your recent notes: mainly focused on any incidents or warning signs you find out in the field and comparing your new notes on the fauna with previous ones. This helped to tell if any differences were arising with the locale, and it made clear the progress you were making when it came to your studies on the plants.

Considering you were usually a bit later than agreed upon, Tighnari knew that he'd have a spare few minutes to prepare himself for your arrival. Perfect. His nerves had been catching up to him all day since he'd decided to finally talk to you about his feelings tonight. His hands were shaking, his tail stiff between his legs and his breath was hard to catch. Tighnari paced back and forth through the room, rethinking his plans as he straightened out his hair, which had gotten ruffled from his continuous gripping and pulling.

This wasn't like him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this affected by someone. But... he was officially your mentor... was it wrong for him to have feelings for you of this nature? He'd rifled through his thoughts too many times to count, arguing with himself about how inappropriate it was for him to act like this around you, to think of you in this way, but all he could ever come away with was hardly comforting to his confused mind.

You were mostly on par with his own knowledge on the ecosystem, having almost completely caught up with him due to how eager you were and how often you insisted on having these meetings. It wasn't as if he were at much of a higher level than you, nor were your ages out of balance. Really, you were both the same. It was just the job title itself that separated the two of you and made him cast some doubt on himself.

However, the situation wasn't as big a deal as Tighnari's mind made it out to be. He knew it wasn't.

The other Forest Rangers and Watchers murmured and gossiped about the two of you near daily, that much he knew. They weren't very subtle, and they did know of his heightened hearing, so surely they didn't care if he heard or not? But... what if...-

Tighnari stood stock still in the middle of the floor.

What if they were all letting him hear on purpose to push him into confessing?

His face reddened slightly as he overthought every little interaction he could remember between the two of you, where the other Rangers had been able to see. Had he been too obvious all along?! Did you already know and by confessing tonight he would just make a fool of himself?!

*Knock, knock*

Tighnari sighed, his ears falling flat to the sides of his head as he tried to push the tension from his shoulders and creased brow.

He couldn't tell you.

...

Already, it was half way through the night. The candles he had set through the room had slowly dwindled until barely three remained alight: the first, on a shelf behind you, giving the perfect backdrop of warmth for him to see you in from his seat across the table. The second, on a counter to the side, directly between both of you, illuminating the profiles of his and your faces. The third, on the table you're both sitting at, on the far end at a safe distance from all the vulnerable paper, but close enough that it prevents your shadow from obscuring your vision of the paper in front of you.

When the final candle melted down to the last of the wick, you took it as your que to leave. It symbolised the night coming to an end, and really, by the time the candles had burned all the way down, you were too tired to continue. What Tighnari had hoped you didn't notice, was that throughout his year with you, he had been slowly introducing new candles to his home, until now, there were almost double the amount he'd started with.

You had noticed.

Currently, only a few note sheets remained to check through. You carded through them, rearranging the ones you'd already read into a neater pile, before picking up your quill and sprawling some more notes onto the paper on the table in front of you.

Tighnari watched as you wrote, your handwriting had slowly descended over time as you got more and more tired through the evening. At this point, I was messy and scratchy, and half of the page didn't match the other half. From where he was sitting, he couldn't read what you were writing. He knew for a fact that you wouldn't have a clue in the morning, either. But he didn't tell you, because you always came to see him again for further clarification. That, and he thought it was cute.

Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, gaze caught on the movements of your pen, a flicker behind you caught his eye. When he looked up, his eyes finding the candle at the back of the room, the flame drew its last breath, dying out not even two seconds later.

His eyes catch on the scene, watching as the final drops of wax drip down the side of the candle –or what is left of it, at least. The room behind you has been swallowed by shadows, only a faint glow from the remaining two reaching across the floor. But when he drags his eyes back to you, you haven't even noticed, completely transfixed by your notes.

The quiet scratching of the quill against parchment lulls the both of you into a serene silence, feeling no need for conversation, just enjoying each other's presence. Even though he'd started the evening feeling more anxious than he felt he'd ever been, by now, Tighnari was completely comfortable and content to share his space with you. He's glad you feel safe in his company, too.

Waiting, in case you need any help with the papers, Tighnari gazes upon your candle-lit face. Your hair falls around you messily from the night of work, your mindless movements and adjustments making you look ruffled in the best possible way. The shadows of the room lay across your face, contrasting with the low glow of the candle light. It makes you look ethereal in his eyes, as if you would disappear should he close his eyes for too long... or maybe that's just the exhaustion from the day leaving its impression on his eyes. Either way, it left you looking nothing less than gorgeous in that very moment.

Off to the side, the candle on the counter slowly extinguishes itself, though neither you nor him take any notice. The candle left on the table casts enough light for you to still see your paper. Tighnari, so mesmerised by your peaceful countenance, takes no notice because of the sudden lack of warmth colouring your cheek, but instead because of how the waning in competition between the two flames allowed the one that won to reflect brighter in your eyes.

The spark glints and glitters in the shadows around your eyes, like a field of fireflies against the backdrop of the midnight sky. Tighnari leans forward in his seat, the play of the light inviting him to get a closer look. The rustling of his clothing against his seat disrupts the stream of your focus, and you look up to see what he's doing.

Finally looking into your eyes, having your focus entirely on him...

He has to tell you.

...

(Not the actual smut yet but there's a little bit here. Idk... be warned)

Tighnari's back meets the table, his hands coming behind himself to steady his balance. Your body is slotted against his own, keeping him tight to the wooden surface with no option to move away. His tongue eagerly meets yours, lips opening wider upon your prompting. With his eyes closed, it's so much easier for him to take in everything about you; to just feel the effects you have on him.

His sensitive ears pick up on every noise in the room around you. Your breaths, mixing in the short space between your intertwined lips, the slight creaking of the wood beneath his body weight... it all sends a shiver down his back, an itch being scratched by the tingling just within his ears, the odd sensation making his head fuzzy and clouding his senses further.

His heightened sense of smell relishes in the newfound closeness of your body, his careful and unsure hands coming to rest against your waist. His uncertainty is reassured when your own hands, smaller than his own, though surer in their actions, come to press his tighter to your body, his nails digging in at the display of your want for him. Like this, your scent swirls around him, giving him no choice but to get drunk of the essence of you that sticks to his clothes. Suddenly, his cheeks heat a deep shade of red – deeper than they'd already been just from the warmth of your body against his – knowing that the smell of you will cling even to the pages of paper that you'd held between your fingers just minutes before for days to come.

Lost in his thoughts, Tighnari separates from your kiss with a gasp, his eyes rolling back when your leg presses into the bulge between his thighs, already hard and twitching against you. A drop of spit slips from the corner of his mouth, glinting in the remaining candle light as his thighs clench around the one you pressed against him. Grinding insistently and slow, you draw low groans from his open mouth. You quickly take place with your head in the crook of his neck, nosing and kissing along the surface that becomes available to you when Tighnari stretches his head to the side, giving you complete access to his most vulnerable points. You take advantage of the opportunity presented before you, taking the skin between your teeth and nipping until he whines and presses himself further into your hold on his neck.

He wants the pain. Wants to be bitten, to be marked. He wants everyone to look at him and know that he's been claimed by you.

But you won't give it to him. Not yet.

While his tongue flicks over his bottom lip to collect the mess of your combined spit, he looks into your eyes, the difference between each other immediately apparent:

Tighnari, eyes wide and dark, pupils dilated while he tried to commit the way you're looking at him to memory.

You, leaning over him as you push him down against the table, lidded eyes boring into his own with a passion that would make him fold to your every command.

You're leaning forward then, intending to continue exploring and taking the moment further, when–

The last candle flickers out, and darkness falls upon the room – encasing you both within.

It feels as though someone had walked in on the both of you, rudely unannounced and uncaring of the moment they'd ruined. You both stood stock still, completely frozen as you took in the sudden contrast (as little as it was, considering it was only one candle). It brings the both of you back to the present, clearing the haze that had befallen your minds as you take in the compromising position you'd gotten yourselves into. Panting and flushed, rumpled clothing and tangled limbs, crumpled paper and ink knocked over; how had your study session, professional and calm, turned to this?

Hesitantly, being careful not to bump into anything, you take a step back. You look away, despite the fact that it would take another few minutes for your eyes to adjust enough to see the other, and clear your throat, clearly feeling awkward.

Tighnari straightens himself out too, no longer leaning on the desk as he allows himself to wait for your next move. His ears point forward, zeroing-in on your spiking heart rate.

"...Well then... I suppose I'd best get going. Long day of work ahead tomorrow, right?" You're cut off before you can continue, a yawn pushing through your lips before you can stifle it. Despite his disappointment, Tighnari can't help but look at you endearingly. "Or today, I guess?"

"...That seems more like it, yes."

You let out what seems to be a content sigh, turning to head towards the door, still in complete darkness. Tighnari moves with you, going to your side to prevent you from walking into anything. He even opens the door for you and allows you to pass through.

"Thank you for tonight, mentor Tighnari~ I really learned a lot!" Just from the tone of your voice, he can tell that you're purposefully trying to make him embarrassed. After all, you must've noticed his discomfort every time you called him that through the past year, and you'd definitely put the pieces together after his confession. "I'll meet you here again tomorrow night."

And then, the door shuts behind her before he can even start to think of a response. He stands in the darkness of his own doorway for a few long minutes, going over the events of the night. Eventually, he lights another candle, deciding to leave the mess on the table for tomorrow... or later today, he guesses.

The enticing scent of you dances on the air in his room, smothering him and pulling him further into his growing need for you.

That night, Tighnari goes to bed later than usual; his hand fisted tight around the base of his swollen cock, and the other pressing painfully into the mark you'd left on his neck, already bruised and aching. His mind retraces the silhouette that you left imprinted in the shadows of his room, playing the scene over and over again behind his dilated eyes, wondering what would have happened if your time together hadn't been cut short.

At least, now, he can rest easy, knowing that his time truly being yours was soon to begin.

...

That day, work just seemed to drag on and on and on...

The job that usually captivated Tighnari's attention only kept him from you for longer. The co-workers and lower-ranking rangers, whose presence he didn't mind so much as others, even they couldn't stop him from wanting to get away from it all. Tighnari grinded his teeth, looking out at the sky, just waiting for the sun to hurry up and make way for the moon to rise.

It didn't help that every time he'd see you, you'd shoot him a teasing wink accompanied by a sly smirk, only to leave without a word... At this rate, with how you were both acting around each other, it wouldn't be long until gossip starts to spread through the camp.

That's why, when Tighnari finally gets you into his room later that night, he couldn't possibly be more relieved, shutting out the rest of the world behind that door and instantly forgetting about everything but you.

No words are exchanged as you direct him over to his own bed with just a look, following close behind and pushing him to sit down upon arrival. Tighnari faces you, then, feeling the urge to shrink in on himself when he sees you towering over him, the light from freshly-lit candles flashing in his peripheral like the stars that he knows are just outside. Only, this time, the candles will last much longer than usual, and even if they do go out, there's no way either of you will be stopping. Not tonight – and probably not any other night after this.

From behind your back, you reveal a small bowl cupped perfectly in the palm of your hand, part of the mortar and pestle kit he'd gifted you early on into your partnership. Inside lays a fine paste, brown in colour, with that distinct scent that always reminds him of your first fateful encounter:

Cocoa.

Tighnari gulps. His tail gives away his excitement, thumping erratically against the bed behind him, and you have to stifle a laugh at the display, as well as the embarrassed smile that tugs at his lips.

"And you..." His head tilts inquisitively as he once again inhales the sweet scent, "You're sure you know what this is? You're absolutely certain you remember?"

You show a mischievous smirk. "Cordyceps militaris."

Damn... using his own words against him... that's just plain cruel! Though that is a large part of what drew him towards you... But Cordyceps are a natural stamina enhancer! Why would you need to use them this late at night? You'd already made it very obvious that you wouldn't be studying tonight. And he's a fox! He has plenty of energy to do... that... without the added aid of an energy booster–

Ohhh...

Tighnari's eyes darken upon realising your plan.

They're also a natural aphrodisiac...

You sidle closer, moving to straddle him upon the bed, your thighs on either side of his own. Tighnari shuffles further onto the bed to make space for you, silently welcoming your presence. Distantly, he notices you putting the mortar bowl off to his side, but he's much more interested in whatever you're reaching into the pouch you set beside it for.

He doesn't have to wait long, your hand displaying an orange mushroom, long and thin, before you take it between your fingers and cup his cheeks with both hands. Your thumb slides against his bottom lip, and Tighnari automatically lets his mouth fall open without a second thought. You share eye contact, dilated pupils showing the love and respect you have for each other, among other things, while you slowly push the small piece of raw mushroom onto his waiting tongue.

He bites down instantly. It's un-needed, really. He'd feel the effects of the Cordyceps after ingestion, regardless of how it was done; but he wanted the full experience of being with you. He wanted to know everything that you had in store for him.

That doesn't mean he enjoys the burst of salt that assaults his taste buds, or the nutty after taste, but he knows that what will come after is worth it.

He must've made a disgusted face, the twinkle in your eyes and amused expression showing that you'd expected his reaction. "How is it? As good as you'd imagined?" You ask, a laugh on the cusp of your lips.

He swallows down, the saltiness drying up his mouth and making his salivary glands overcompensate. "Bitter."

You move on, pulling him into a kiss as your hands tugged at his clothes, slowly removing them and letting them fall haphazardly onto the floor. You pull away briefly to breathe out, "Effects should start in about 10 minutes," before you take his tongue into your mouth once more, hands running over his skin as more of his body is revealed to you. Suddenly, you quickly move away, reaching for the mortar. "Think you can wait that long?"

Tighnari huffs, looking annoyed that you keep depriving him of your kiss to speak more – even if he did previously encourage your teasing. "Seems to me that you're the one that has to worry about waiting. I wonder how long you've been planning this?" You ignore him, removing the last layers of his clothing until his cock, already half hard, is revealed to your hungry gaze. You take him into your hand, stroking him as he hardens further under your touch. "Look at you, you can't even keep your hands off me~" The Cordyceps must've been starting to work, beads of sweat beginning to form on his flushed skin proving that he was not as unaffected as he showed.

At this, you look up, an unimpressed expression on your face. "When this kicks in you'll be desperate for my touch. You'll be begging and writhing in the sheets of your own bed, all with the risk of me leaving you alone to try and deal with it yourself."

That manages to shut him up, his eyes widening with the threat in your tone. The expectant silence urges you to move, scooping a dollop of the brown Cordyceps paste from the bowl and lathering it over your palms.

Tighnari's breath hitches when you take his dick in your hand again, the coating feeling odd against the sensitive skin. Already being room temperature, the mixture warms quickly between your fingers, soon becoming pleasurable and aiding the slide of your hand. Meanwhile, your other hand spreads the paste across his inner thighs, working it into the skin.

Soon, Tighnari is showing more and more symptoms brought on by the mushroom, his eyes clouding and breaths coming shorter and more laboured. His eyes clench shut and he flinches when you nip the soft plush of his thighs, the pain blurring into bliss by the time the shocks make it to his brain. He's too overcome to make much noise, only small hums breaking through the silence, except for the slick noises coming from below.

He's starting to feel unusually hot where the mixture touches him, the sensation gradually growing as you continue your ministrations, but he doesn't speak up, doesn't complain. Because, the longer he puts up with this... the better it feels. The warmth on his cock, on his thighs, and even the occasional drop that had splattered up to his navel on the downward 'slap' of your hand, it all multiplied the pleasure he was feeling. It kept building and building, overwhelming him the longer it lasted.

Every time Tighnari thought he was going to cum, thought that it couldn't possibly get any more intense, the constricting heat in his loins would double, his muscles getting impossibly tighter, until–

He came, suddenly and without warning, pushing into your hand. His cum spouted from the slit, dribbling over to meet the brown paste, leaving a sticky mix of brown and white to pool at the base of his cock, like paint dripping down a fresh canvas. The picture he paints is lewd to the very meaning of the word.

Having to focus all of his energy into collecting his ragged breaths, he holds onto you with an arm thrown over your shoulder, relying on you to keep him up. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem were he to fall, the welcoming and familiar pillows obviously being cushioned enough to break the landing. But it's so... cute, so endearing, to see Tighnari, the Head Forest Watcher, completely reliant on you to take care of him during the most vulnerable moment you've witnessed him in to date.

Broken from his reverie, Tighnari stirs in your hold, his eyes lighting excitedly at the rejuvenated energy he feels running through his veins. His cock, still messy and lewd from his orgasm, hasn't gone down, only growing harder as the Cordyceps that he'd eaten finally takes its full hold on his mind.

He thrusts up into your hand that still encases his cock, whimpering when you lift yourself up and line him up with your hole, already wet from the high of seeing what a needy heap you'd reduced him to. Looking down at the sight with lust-fueled awe, he's only pulled away when your hand grips his chin, making him look up at you. His tail starts wagging again when he sees the dangerous look in your eyes and the hint of your teeth when your lips pull back into a mocking sneer.

"You're not gonna stop cumming until I've milked you dry... we've gotta get that aphrodisiac out of your system, right, mentor?"

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Broski, you got a masterlist?

Currently I do not because I only have a few works! This is still a new blog, but if my tags are working on the blog, you should be able to press the "genshin smut" tag and all of the works will show 🩷

(Just checked, there's 6 fics and 3 headcanon posts)

Could request ruining Tartaglia’s orgasm? I know he’s always written as a huge dom but like what I wouldn’t give to wipe that smug look off his face lol. I just think he’d be such a fun sub, yk he’d be so bratty and whiny. Afab reader with she/her it doesn’t real let matter if it’s foreplay or the main course-

No cause out of all the characters I could possibly think of, Tartaglia is the BIGGEST switch. He absolutely has the most versatility.

I did a headcanon/scenario type thing, but if you want an actual one-shot I'd be happy to try! I just did a bit of everything for you. (Also i didnt notice until it was finished but I didn't really mention the actual acts, so it turned out as GN)

I love this boy sm omg

Bratty Tartaglia headcanons

Reader: Dom!Gn // Genre: Smut

Cw: overstim, edging, bondage, ruined orgasms, dumbification, mentioned blowjob, almost dacryphilia

Tartaglia would be such a brat, almost at all times. He would have trouble picking up on when you just didn't want to deal with his attitude and attempts to fight back. Because of this, he'd get punishments so often that they just became your usual sex routine... it's a good thing he's a huge masochist.

Since I view him as a switch, he'd try to take control halfway during his sub sessions annoyingly often (it's rarely a serious effort, he just likes being put in his place by you). Bondage likely becomes a tactic that you have to rely on with Tartaglia for this exact reason.

If you're giving him a blowjob, he'll sneak his hand into your hair and try pushing you down at the pace he wants, which is usually faster than what is comfortable for your throat. If you're riding him, he'll flip you over as soon as either you or him cum, right when you least expect it... of course, you'd figure out his game after the first few times he does it, so tying his hands together or to the bedframe make keeping his behaviour in check so much easier. Leaving him completely open and at your mercy, no choice but to take anything you give him, and no way to chase the pleasure when you decide to take it away... it gives him goosebumps when he thinks about it, always slightly nervous when you pull out the ropes at the beginning of the night, never knowing what you have planned for him.

I don't think Tartaglia would have a preference between overstim and denial, but of course his reaction to each one is different, especially when ruined orgasms are brought into the play as well. He can take as much overstim or edging as you can dish out, rarely begging you to slow down or go easier on him (unless it's one of those times when he's in a softer mindset - when all he wants is to feel you against him, and to know that regardless of who is in charge in the moment, it will all stop the moment he needs it to). But, he can also go too far, overestimate himself and what he can take, to the point that he becomes completely dumb on you, begging for more even when he can't take it, when he can barely feel anything other than the pain anymore.

With edging, he's all groans and panting breaths. Lips bitten and bleeding, hands clenched, he chases the pleasure that was ripped away just as his torturous orgasm tears through him. His hips buck up sporadically into the air, even as your insistent hands try to keep him pinned down. His eyes are tightly shut as he lets out a choked, stuttered moan as the broken pleasure dissolves, cum pooling on his abdomen, before he lets out a huff of disappointment and his body relaxes into the bed.

However, with overstimulation, he's loud and energetic. Squirming and shuddering, moaning and whimpering, he can't help but push himself further into your touch, even as his body stutters away from the overbearing pleasure. When he cums this time, you pull yourself away from his needy cock, all red and leaking in his desperation to feel more and more of you, even as his aching bones beg for a rest. He cries out when the heat of your body leaves, his eyes flying open with unshed tears blinding his vision in an attempt to seek you out, the cold air settling over his sweat-coated body making his orgasm all that much more uncomfortable and dissatisfying.

But no matter what state he's in by the end of it all, he'll still manage to somehow rake up enough energy to push out some teasing remarks. Even if you're tired and done for the night, ready to take care of him and show him the love you'd neglected him of for the past couple hours of "punishment", he'd rather complain and taunt you, implying that you weren't strong enough to hold out with him for longer. As if you were the one who needed the rest from your rough activities, and not him.

After pushing you and demeaning you for a couple of minutes, you really have no choice other than to start all over again. Putting him in his place and giving him exactly what he'd been demanding from you, even after it all becomes far too much for him to take. He'd wanted it in the first place, after all.

He just doesn't know when to quit.

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Enjoy these headcanons while I work on another Tighnari request.

How many rounds?

Characters: Itto, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Tighnari

Reader: Gn, Sub!Bottom for Itto and Tartaglia, no roles established for Kazuha or Tighnari so could be power bottom

Genre: Smut // CWs next to the corresponding character

Different types:

1. Trying for a new record/pushing the limits

2. Until satisfied or tired/a few rounds

3. Just 1 or 2 rounds

Itto – Type 1

Quickies, overstim, implied praise, implied oral

Itto takes almost everything as a challenge or a game, and sex with you is no different. It's almost as if he's trying for a new record of orgasms every time you guys fuck. He always pushes you to your limits, wanting to find out exactly what makes you tick and what gets you cumming the fastest. Itto loves quickies, planning to use his findings to make you both cum as fast as possible. But you just feel so good, he can't help but start the process all over again, pushing you both into another round, and another, and another after that...

He has very good stamina, and while he can get tired out after a while, it won't be before you.

Even though he can go a few more rounds, when you're done, so is he. It just isn't as good when you're not there or if you're too tired to continue or help him out. Even if he's still raring to go, he won't take care of himself and jack off. But if you want to help, be it with a blowjob or using your hands, anything you want, he certainly won't be opposed.

If you do help him cum again, or even a few more times after you tap out, it makes him feel so special and he can't help but let his praises spew from his mouth, it just makes him fall in love with you so much more. He'll be sure to repay the favour in the morning if you want, but until then, he'll gently clean you up even after you've already passed out, your energy zapped after his rough fucking. And if he accidentally wakes you up while doing so, he'll just apologise with a lazy grin as you drift back to sleep.

Tartaglia – Type 1

Cw: Overstim, rough sex, teasing, implied praise

Since Childe is often away from you for weeks, if not months at a time due to his work, he makes up for it during your sessions together. Working you to your farthest point, he doesn't stop until you couldn't possibly take any more. He gets very carried away, but more so he wants to know just what the both of you are capable of, even when it gets a bit uncomfortable or painful after a while of the overstimulation.

When he gets rough with you, it's mainly because he's so pent up and missed you too much while he was gone. He just can't bring himself to stop, wanting to be close to you for as long as possible, and he doesn't always know when he'll be pulled away again. He definitely loves to tease you, to see how far he can push you before your begging turns to incoherent whimpers. However, the torment doesn't usually last for as long as you'd think. He can't hold back from taking you for long. Once you start crying, his resolve crumbles just like that, his harsh words switching to eager praise as he lines himself up to your slick hole.

He may be mean, but overall he just wants to take care of you. No matter how intent he is on breaking you down for the night, he never wants you to be too uncomfortable. Even in the heat of the moment, Tartaglia is always looking for any hints of discomfort in the way you move, the faces you make, the sounds that leave your sore throat... if he thinks you're done for the night – regardless of any mumbled protests on your end – he's pulling away and getting you ready to settle down for bed, passing you a cup of water and rubbing over all the sores he's left on your aching body.

Kazuha – Type 3

Cw: Body worship, soft sex, praise

It's enough for Kazuha to just enjoy your body, taking his time as he worships you and learns everything about how you look, feel, and how to touch you to bring you pleasure during your intimacy with him.

The majority of his time during these moments is spent preparing you, bringing you to the edge as many times as you want, encouraging and praising you all the while. His eyes never leave you, never once having his attention stolen by anything else. He looks at you as if you're the only thing that matters, and he tells you as much with every kiss he plants to your hips, your hands, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach.

When it finally comes time for him to join you in pleasure, though he would be perfectly content just to service you until you're ready to sleep, he takes things slow. Taking care not to overwhelm you, Kazuha guides you into the most comfortable position possible as he makes love to you, constant whispers of his love swirling around in your ears as he carefully takes you apart again, this time following you into the haze of bliss.

Laying there, content and unmoving, his hands slowly bring you back to the present as they gently press against your heated skin, soothing the shocks and twitches of pleasure that still shoot through your system. If you want to go again, he will glaldy comply, but if not, he'll comfort you with his his heat, his closeness, and his voice as he coaxes you into the most relaxing sleep you've ever had together.

Tighnari – Type 2

Cw: Needy sex and soft sex (I think that's all for him?)

Because of his status as a Forest Watcher, Tighnari is understandably quite tired when he comes home in the evening, due to all the physical activity that the job entails. As such, his... "needs" can be quite unpredictable. He can go weeks without realising how long it's been since he last spent the night intertwined between the sheets with you. His mind following his body's fatigue, on these days he instead opts to spend the night cozied up to you as you cuddle in bed and blearily whisper about your days.

But when his work eases up on him, some nights, he's almost insatiable. Confusing patterns and unstable thrusts meet your thighs as he tries to find a rhythm that fits his impatient mood, nails digging into your hips and waist as he tries to hold back. He has you moaning and whining continuously beneath him as he pants into the side of your neck, cumming over and over until he feels like he can't bear to move a single inch away from you anymore, the lustful glaze over his eyes eventually wearing off.

Other times, he draws out your night together. Slowly licking his way down your throat, his teeth nipping teasingly at your pulse point, Tighnari takes you slowly and lovingly, showing you the attention you'd both craved through recent weeks. He makes it up to you easily, the pleasure bringing you both together as if you'd never even been apart as his tender hands knead into your soft flesh, heartfelt apologies being spoken into your forehead and signed with a kiss.

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Teasing Tighnari's knot

Character: Sub!Tighnari // Reader: Dom!Gn

Genre: Smut // CW: Handjob, implied edging, ruined orgasm, hand knotting(?)

Plot: No // Word count: 649

With each and every squeeze and slide of your hand over his twitching length, Tighnari gets closer to his climax.

Of course, he still tries to be sarcastic, telling you off for delaying his orgasm as he tries to rile you into speeding up the pace. The breathlessness of his voice and the short, cut off whimpers when he presses the back of his hand to his lips in an attempt to hide them only make you more adamant on keeping him from getting what he wants.

If he wants to be a brat, pretending that he can order you around, acting as though he doesn't enjoy what you're doing to him, well... why not let him think he's in control?

Acquiescing to his heated demands, you speed up the pace of your hand, the sudden shift in tempo shocking him into letting out a stuttered moan. Unable to get used to the pace fast enough, his feverish skin feeling too sensitive to be comfortable, his hips subconsciously thrust up into your hand, trying to buck you off of him. While this does unsettle your movements and your grip on his dick, (especially with how slick he had gotten from the amounts of precum dripping down his length and aiding in the slide of your hand) it is easily countered by a few intermittent clenches of your hand near the base of his cock.

All too suddenly, his entire body tightens, his back arching and a choked groan being forced from his throat at the intensity of his body's reaction.

The pressure you place on the base of his aching dick spurs on the swelling of his knot, and with your unrelenting hold, the fit soon becomes too much for Tighnari to handle. With his thick knot pulsing and growing rapidly beneath your fingers, you quickly have to add your second hand into the mix, your fingers being prised apart by the sheer girth of his knot.

When it grows to its full potential, locking into the space you've created with your hands, Tighnari's hips resume their rocking. He shifts in his place, shudders wracking through his body as cum shoots from the tip of his cock, multiple surges laying claim to the surface of his own spread thighs, shaking from sensitivity.

He's giving so much of his cum, it just doesn't seem to stop. He must've been so full after all of your teasing... it's a shame he hasn't earned his orgasm.

With that in mind, you pull your hands away from his needy cock, watching as it twitches and pulses as his hips buck wildly, searching for the tight heat of your hands. He lets out loud whines as his hand comes forward, his tight grip around your wrist silently begging you to continue, but when you show no signs of complying, he moves to take hold of himself.

You slap his desperate hand away from his knot, red, aching and neglected. To prolong his suffering, (and to act as part of the punishment) you lightly run a finger along the side of his knot, applying minimal pressure. You can't tell if it hurts or feels good, but either way, his body scrambles to follow your touch. Begging through his panted breaths, he cries out, convulsing and sobbing as his orgasm fizzles out with a final spurt of cum, though he gains no pleasure from the act. Just the underlying need for more.

When it all dies down and his heart rate settles, he'll be raring to go again, pushing past the overstimulation beginning to settle low in his stomach as if he didn't even feel it. And while he will certainly be more open to following your orders, he'll still be grumbling out little complaints as he goes.

At that point, it's your choice:

Does he deserve to cum? Or should you ruin it again?

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I don't even know where to start. Your writing is absolutely astounding?!?! I feel like over the long..long years of reading smut, I started getting picky over the way in which writers..write..smut but then every once in a blue moon I come across writers such as yourself and I feel the happiest whenever I go to sleep (after hours..and hours..of binge reading). I came across your scaramouche fic and then right after the 8k fic with Tighnari. I've been reading since 11 (while watching a 3 hour crime investigation-) and now it's currently 2:30 in the morning. Anyway enough rambling, your writing is absolutely amazing, keep up the good work and of course always remember to take care of yourself first!

-Kat (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Thank you so much! I can take a while to write cause I write kinda slowly, but I do my absolute best to make sure I'm as happy with it as I'm gonna be. I'm so glad you were able to enjoy them! 🩷

Haha yeah I get what you mean about being picky. Tbh I've been reading smut for a long time too... I'm surprised I'm not quite as bad for high standards as I am with everything else. Usually, if it makes sense and the grammar isn't completely terrible I can stick with it, but that'll just be because I almost exclusively read oneshots I think.

Anyway, thank you so much for stopping by! (And staying for 3 hours like oml I hope I didn't distract you from the show/documentary if it was good–)

Comforting touches

Character: Sub!Scaramouche // Reader: Dom!Afab, no pronouns used

Genre: Smut // CW: Titjob, cum play, nipple play, dumbification(?) he just doesn't want to think about anything :(

Plot: No // Word count: 1.9k

Barely more than half an hour ago, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Scaramouche had been increasingly anxious recently, but due to his standoffish nature, he couldn't even bring himself to open up to you about the problems he was facing. Always pushing you away, you'd come to expect the degradation that came with being caring towards him, him seeing it as a slight towards his capabilities.

Safe to say, when he came through the door, stumbling into your arms as soon as you stood up to welcome him home, you knew something wasn't right.

With his face pressed into your neck, you were content to simply hold him close to you for the time being, just breathing together to try and calm him down and assess the situation. But when a wetness soaked into your skin, you slowly pulled away to face him, your gentle hands on his shoulder. (You'll never tell him that it was mainly to catch him if he fell, what with his unsteady knees and shaking shoulders, not unless you wanted to get your head bit off).

Before you could even get out a word of confusion or consolation, Scaramouche took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes before another tear could slip. Already, without a word being spoken in the past three minutes, you knew that he was overwhelmed.

This wasn't the first time that this had happened, and, as guilty as it made you feel, you hoped that it wouldn't be the last. Moments like this were the only times he would let himself be completely vulnerable around you, to completely surrender the control that he clinged to so despairingly. Instead of bottling all of his frustrations up, you were glad to have found an outlet in which he could relax and reset himself, without taking it out on the public by way of his... less than amiable personality.

...

That led you to this: kneeling on the floor between Scaramouche's parted legs, as he looked off to the side, his arm covering his eyes from your view in embarrassment.

It was an action that he gravitated towards each time this would happen, as if you didn't already know exactly what he looked like when he got like this; as if he wasn't eagerly awaiting what he knew would be coming. If only he could be a bit more patient.

"Tch..."

"... Is something wrong?" A responding sigh, and your hands slowly glide over the flesh of his thighs, an encouraging squeeze making its way through your fingertips.

When he shows no sign that he's going to say anything, you take hold of the bottom of your shirt and bring it up and over your head, leaving your top half covered only by a bra. He turns his gaze to look at you out of the corner of his eye, a fierce blush taking over his face, accompanied by a half-restrained pout.

Sensing his inner hesitation, you reach out and carefully rest your hand over one of his, which he keeps plastered to the couch on either side of his body. At your warm touch, he eventually pulls himself together enough to look back at you, his eyes immediately darting to your cleavage, before hurriedly looking back into your eyes.

With a silent praise, your lips pull upwards in a calm smile. Your hands slowly reach behind you to un-clasp the bra, letting it slide down your arms and drop from your body, bearing your front to the cool air of the room, as well as Scaramouche's hungry gaze. Your nipples harden under his insistent eyes, and his fingers twitch under your own, longing to take them into his hands and play with them until the sensitivity has you moaning out for him. But other than the twitch, he makes no move to act out on it, the situation familiar enough that he knows what you want from him.

"Are you ready? This is what you need from me, right?" You shuffle forward until your midriff is pressed against the cushion of the couch of which he is sitting on, your other hand riding higher until it comes into contact with the waistband of his shorts.

With an audible gulp and a clear of his throat, he rasps out, "Yes. I just... I need this right now."

A clench of your hand around his.

"What's the magic word~?"

Reluctantly, he tightens his hand around yours in answer, "...Please..."

With him, that's as good as you're likely to get, so you don't push him any further. Not when he's like this; desperate to take his mind off of everything around him and just indulge in the comfort of you.

Quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, your hand undoes the ties around his shorts, pulling them away until his half-hard cock comes free from the coverings. Taking him into your hand, you slowly stroke him to his full length, his dick twitching in anticipation as he tries to control his reactions. All the while, your other hand rubs relaxing circles onto the back of his palm, coaxing him into relaxing until he gradually gives in, letting out short hums and groans when his pleasure spikes.

Pleased with how he's reacting, you let your hand fall away from him, his now-full length drops down to rest against his still-clothed stomach, his gooey precum smearing into the fabric.

He lets out an impatient grumble, but it isn't long before he's cut off completely.

Leaning forward, your shoulders push his legs to spread even further apart to make room for you. Biting your lip to rein in your excitement, you take one of your breasts in each hand, pulling them apart to guide his cock into the space between.

Immediately he lets out a loud keen, curling forward to hold onto your shoulders with a tight grip, trying to ground himself as he becomes accustomed to the pleasure once again. When he looks down, his mouth drops open to let out a moan at the obscene sight below him:

His cock throbs between the tight heat of your plush breasts, his oozing precum aiding the glide and glistening erotically in the low light of the room. Each short bounce you make as you drag your breasts along his length pulls his cock to be encased in the hot flesh of your chest, his sensitive cockhead disappearing and pressed tightly between your mounds to allow him to feel every slick slide. With each thrust, his tip pushes through, more slick drooling from his slit and pooling upon your chest, before dripping down to meet your perky nipples. The sensation is odd at first, the sticky fluid quickly cooling in the cold air and the slow drag of it against your skin tickles, making you shiver. The slight vibration of the action causes him to thrust against your chest, a weak cry falling from his lips, chasing the sensation no matter how fleeting or overstimulating it is.

Steady moans break through Scaramouche's rough exterior. He always gives in so quickly when you do this for him. Maybe it's the fact that you can still look at him clearly, or talk to him when he's getting too carried away without stopping in your ministrations. Or maybe, it's the intimacy of the experience, being so close to you, buried in the welcoming heat of your chest and still able to see you, to feel your hands making contact with any part of his body you wish to feel.

Each rise and fall of your chest with your breath leaves him gasping, the added friction keeping him tense as he hurdles closer and closer to his peak. With all of your attention focused on his needy cock, there's no escape from the torturous sensations. All of his whines and choked out calls of your name amount to the final burst of pleasure that shoots through his entire body.

As his pulsing cock begins spurting his thick cum, you lean back, taking his length back into your hand once more and jerking him off. Squeezing as much of the white substance out of him as possible, it lands on the apex of your chest in a messy splatter, more joining the mess until he finally starts coming down, overstimulation slowly setting in.

His nails dig painfully into your shoulders when you don't stop, but you push through, milking him of all he has to give, until he is completely satisfied and slouching back onto the couch. And then, you let him go, content to watch him gasp for air as he regains his senses for the next minute or two.

Scooping his cum onto your fingers, you trail it across your chest in slow, meticulous movements, making sure to draw his attention to your nipples as you massage them, finally getting the attention you've been missing out on. The hard buds are soon coated in Scaramouche's white, viscous cum, the thickness sticking to your skin and the wetness making you all the more reactive to the touch from your fingers. He takes hold of your arm, and before he can apply much pressure, you're already rising, sitting down on the couch beside him and guiding him to sit at your side, asking:

"Are you still good to–"

"–Yes. Keep going... please..."

"...Okay. You can tell me all about it later. If you want."

But he doesn't answer.

Licking the salty fluid off of your fingertips, you slide a hand into his hair and pull him into a kiss, letting him taste the slight trace of himself on your tongue. He groans at the taste, pushing himself further into your body, one leg sprawled over your lap as he leans against your shoulder.

Pulling away, you guide his face to your chest, and he instantly starts licking up the remaining tracks of his own spend. Laying little nips and bites on your skin, he makes his way down to one of your buds, taking it into his mouth and sucking attentively, lapping over it with his tongue until it is completely clean of his essence. He's sloppy with his technique, not caring much for how he looks or sounds, with wet slurps causing spit to trickle down his chin from the corners of his lips.

Letting out low moans, you wipe his lips clean from the drool with your thumb.

He soon moves his attentions to your other neglected bud, suckling and latching onto it as if he'll never get the chance again. When he nips or pulls too hard – and sometimes he does, after all, he can get quite carried away when he's like this – all you have to do is lay a light tap against the back of his neck and he'll know to be more careful, laving his tongue over the mark to soothe the pain as if kissing it in apology.

While you are obviously enjoying this, this experience is more so for Scaramouche than it is for you.

The mindlessness of his actions allows him to drop into a hazy state, completely hidden from any of his life's worries. If you're needed to help him reach this mindset, you'll gladly help him each and every time, as well as take care of him until he eases out of it. Even if it means that he'll be too embarrassed to face you for the next few days.

Because despite how harsh he is at times, he can never get enough of you taking care of him.

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may i perhaps request our beloved itto with a cat hybrid!gn!reader? reader is of relatively high status and has quite a reputation to their name, thus they have appearances to maintain, but itto with his overbearing self manages to bring out their true personality when they spend time together - true personality as in easily flustered, prideful, teasing and somewhat tsundere-ish. Essentially, very catlike. May I get some sfw and nsfw headcanons on what you think their relationship would be like, especially since due to reader's status, most of the time they have to keep their relationship with oni on the down-low, despite loving the life outta him (which just adds to the excitement to some extent)

HAVE A NICE DAY TEEHEE

Itto X cat-hybrid!reader

Reader: Gn // Genre: Fluff, smut // CWs above the smut

How it started:

• Originally, when Itto first saw you, he wasn't too impressed. He thought you were just like all the other members of the rich crowd that you were standing in, those who would look down on him for his less-than-pristine status, and that's just not his scene. It doesn't suit his energy.

• And while he could appreciate your perfect posture and elegant movements, what he found more interesting about you were your more... cat-like features. Your fluffy ears and tail, which showed your true reactions to the people around you. No matter what emotion you'd trained onto your face, even from a distance he knew how you really felt just from a flick of your tail or flattened ears.

• Now, as for the actual relationship, it probably took a few months after your first meeting to take off. Most likely, you would bump into each other about 3 times, not coming away with a very good impression. The first few times he definitely made you uncomfortable in some way, whether that be by doing something awkward, or he said something that came across as rude, making you put up your defensive walls. Because of this, you didn't go out of your way to meet up with him again.

• Eventually, he somehow manages to find you without any company around and you spend the evening together, growing closer as the night sky leads you both to open up to each other.

• He tones his energy down a bit, (which proves to be a bit of a struggle for him) as he knows that you're kinda important and he actually likes you so he doesn't want to scare you away.

SFW:

• Itto is the type to sneak up and scare you in public when you don't know he's there. He's probably accidentally done this while you had guards with you, and you had to fumble to assure them that you did know him, and that he wasn't trying to kidnap you before they attacked him or got him arrested. Or both.

• If you live with family, he will absolutely climb through your window, just because. He has permission to use the front door? He's coming through the window. Nobody else is home? He's coming through the window anyway. It's literally the middle of the day, everyone can see? Well... you get the idea.

• It makes him feel sneaky and excited, and it feeds his ego that he can do so without being caught. (Little does he know, your guards always know that he's there, they just know that you're safe with him by now.) It probably also makes him feel a bit more connected to you, seeing as cats do this, too... just don't tell him that you don't climb through windows, 'cause that's exactly what he'll try getting you to do. Right after he sulks for a minute or two.

• If you have to make public appearances for family or business functions, you can bet he will be hiding in the crowd somewhere. If he doesn't stick out too much, he'll be somewhere you can see him easily enough, trying to grab your attention by making over-the-top gestures and just overall being kinda silly, as usual. He does this at least once before you end up having to tell him that he can't do that in public, as much as it did cheer you up.

• Eventually, you manage to convince someone (probably a guard you're close to) to let him wait for you in your room. When you get back, he'll spend the entire time complimenting you about how well you handled the situation (of course, he was just testing you... totally...) and laughing about your shocked reactions. "Haha! You should'a seen your face! That tail o' yours was striking out every-which-way!"

• Depending on how you react the first time he does it, Itto will pull on your tail every now and then as a means to tease you. He likes the way that it makes you blush instantly, eyes looking around at the people around you, hoping that no-one noticed the way your entire body instantly stiffened, before shooting him a warning glare that he just replies to with a cheeky grin.

CW: Brief heat cycle, public exhibitionism, teasing, quickies + brief/implied roleplay.

NSFW:

• The more sexual side of your relationship with Itto surprisingly doesn't start until a while after you start dating. He wouldn't want to push you away by initiating before you were comfortable enough with him. He knows he's a bit hard to get used to and his size can be intimidating. Plus, he's perfectly content with learning all of your cute mannerisms first, like the way your nose twitches when you're mad, or how you lean into his hand when he pets your ears and hair.

• In all honesty, it's not until your first heat cycle while dating him that you actually fuck him for the first time... or get fucked by him. He'll do anything to make you comfortable and tend to your needs, even if he does like to tease you every now and then. He likes how bratty you get when you're all needy like this, because you always try to deny it even while seeking him out. And the insults you throw when you're feeling petty after the fact are always endearing in his eyes.

• He absolutely tortures you in public at every chance he gets. Wandering hands each time he has an arm wrapped around you, pulling you to grind against him whenever you get a minute alone; he progressively gets more and more confident by the day. No matter how high and mighty you act around everyone else, he can feel the way that your nails dig into his arm if he tries pulling away.

• The thrill of the judging eyes of the people in your circle of wealth always gets him going even more. Just knowing that you chose him, despite the scandal that he could bring to your name, it makes his feel so special, which in turn makes him all the more cocky.

• It gets to a point where nobody even pays his actions any mind, anymore. Where they used to whisper and gossip when you both used to sneak around the town, hiding in alleys to fool around when you thought you wouldn't be caught, they now openly accepted Itto into their parties and ceremonies, so long as he was with you.

• And if you suddenly disappeared halfway through the event, well... nobody was too concerned when they found a locked storage closet, suspiciously sensual mewls and deep groans echoing through the space and the connected corridor. The dark bruises that suddenly appear on your neck upon your return give away any of your straight-faced excuses.

• But in the end, you're grateful that your relationship with the oni got found out. Because things with him have been so much easier now that you don't have to sneak around or hide him -especially when he's so... big. But what's a little roleplay every now and then? The adrenaline just makes everything feel so much better...

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Aw man, I wanted to be an anon for requesting this but oh well lmao

I really want a one-shot (with plot) of Sub!Thoma × F!MeanDom!Reader where the reader loves teasing him, making him squirm, overstimulating him and watching him cry. Just being an ass to him overall and he enjoys every second of it.

As for the plot; I imagine reader to be a member of the Yashiro commision. She is not a retainer like Thoma, mainly dealing with jobs outside of the estate (such as speaking to merchants, coming to agreements with them as a business woman and organizing/sponsoring events when Ayato orders her team to). She is also older.

The location of the main event would be Ayato's office. As for how they end up getting in that situation, I'll leave that to you. Thoma outright sobbing is an important point though. I want that retainer drowning in his tears/j

All jokes aside, thank you for taking requests, this thing has been plaguing my mind for a while and I just can't stop thinking about it. I hope you have a wonderful week. Have a nice day and dm me if you are confused about anything in my request!

A/N: This one was really fun! Btw, I’m about to enter Inazuma in-game, so I actually don’t know anything about these characters apart from their voice lines, a little research, and fics I’ve read.

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Apologies due

Character: Sub!Thoma // Reader: Dom!Fem

Genre: Smut // CW: Overstim, dacryphilia, mommy kink, puppy play, thigh riding, degradation, impact play, slight hair pulling, jealousy/hate sex (without sex), dubcon?

Plot: Yes // Word count: 4.1k

This past week had been far too busy. With the long-awaited Summer Festival just around the corner, you'd been sent here, there and everywhere to collect everything that was needed, and even things that probably weren't.

You'd often be given the order from Kamisato Ayato, your boss in the Yashiro Commission, to attend business meetings in his stead, and secure official information or deals with the companies that he decided to show a particular interest in. Yesterday, you'd been sent word that you were to collect five large boxes of fireworks from Naganohara Fireworks; a company ran by none other than Yoimiya. While she'd usually like to set them off herself, she compromised during the Summer Festival to allow the Yashiro Commission to set them up in a good vantage point, where everyone in Inazuma will see their vibrant sparks in the skies no matter where they may stand on the land. Of course, she'd stay close at hand in case something went wrong, but with all the tests that they did at the company, followed by the checks that you would perform before taking the boxes, that was hardly a possibility.

Most of the hard work had already been done. Or so you'd thought.

Six hours ago, you'd met up with Yoimiya, discussed the products you'd be taking and how much they'd cost, as well as how she'd be paid, and been well on your merry way within the hour, all with a couple of boxes in tow. Very heavy ones, to be exact, which is why you'd also brought some other Commission members to bear the brunt of the work and carry them to the cart you'd brought. As a worker employed by the Kamisato Clan, you were quite precise in your planning.

Taking them into storage, you soon reread the letter you'd received the day before from the head of the Clan, memorising the meet-up point where you'd be handing them over to none other than Thoma, the Chief Retainer.

Now, you'd never say this in public, for fear of tarnishing your reputation in the streets, or bringing question to your place in the Commission. Because Archons forbid you be jealous of Thoma.

Thoma, who was adored by everyone in Inazuma.

Thoma who was preferred by the master of the Clan, who got to see him more than once a month when he'd let go of his cold business mode.

Thoma, who, despite being your junior in both years and experience, acted as though he could do no wrong, as though he was better than you, more important...

Thoma, who left you standing in the warehouse where you'd been supposed to meet for the entire afternoon, wondering when he'd finally show up; only to realise when it started getting dark, that he likely wouldn't come at all.

Dejected and frustrated, you retired to your lodgings in the warehouse. You'd been given a room there, considering you were the key point for the warehouse to work at all, but seldom stayed there, preferring your own bed in your own home.

Once settled and comfortably in bed, you begin trying to sleep. But you find that you can't, your thoughts running wild on why Thoma didn't show up.

Had he gotten hurt? Surely not. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

"Psh..." you scoff, shaking the thought from your head. Why should you care about him, anyway? You'd undoubtedly get in trouble for delivering the order late, as usual.

The only logical answer you could come up with was that Thoma had probably forgotten that he was supposed to meet up with you. Again.

Just another thing that you held against him. He always forgot when he had to meet up with you, and you'd always get the blame the next day. Because of course sweet, precious Thoma couldn't make a mistake. Of course Thoma, Ayato's favourite housekeeper, couldn't ever be in the wrong. It just had to be Y/N.

Even though, when this did happen, Thoma would always try to take the blame, as he should in your eyes and his, it rarely accumulated to anything in your favour. The higher ups always found a way to pin the blame on you.

Sighing in defeat, you dispel the thought from your mind, trying not to fall into the dark spiral of jealousy and contempt that you held for the housekeeper despite his sunny disposition. You'd deal with it in the morning.

...

The next morning, a letter came, stamped "URGENT" in big red letters on the front, right under your name.

Of course. Just as you'd expected.

Tearing open the envelope, you retrieve the folded paper from inside and begin reading its contents.

"Miss Y/N,

It has come to my attention that, going against your previous orders, the 5 boxes of fireworks that you have been assigned to gather from Naganohara Fireworks have not been delivered to the estate as required.

With the Summer Festival not even two whole weeks away, we in the Yashiro Commission really must all do our part to bring preparations to a close with as much time remaining as possible. Because of your inability to follow instructions, that plan is now at risk.

I ask that you come to the estate before noon, with the firework boxes, and attend a meeting with me in my office.

Signed, Kamisato Ayato."

Putting the paper down on your bed, you raise a hand to cover your eyes with a deep sigh. "Today is really not the day for this..." you mumble.

So much for the weekend being a holiday... you don't even get your Saturday off.

...

Once again, your morning would prove to be quite hectic, to say the least.

After taking a quick nap to come to terms with the fact that you'd been called to the estate for yet another misdemeanour to add onto the list of your past wrongdoings, you actually begin getting ready.

Your "mistakes", as Ayato often referred to them as, were starting to pile up quite high. Really, you were starting to wonder how you hadn't been fired yet, regardless of how not many of them had even been your fault. It didn't say so on your record.

After getting ready and making yourself presentable, you prepare yourself to face what will probably be the worst day of your month so far; being reprimanded by Kamisato Ayato (once again) and having to apologise to Thoma. Even though it wasn't your fault.

Steeling yourself to face the day, you head out of the warehouse, boxes still on the cart behind you, and begin your journey to the Kamisato estate. At least it's not far...

But that just makes it worse that Thoma hadn't showed up.

...

Walking through the corridors of the estate, after being granted permission to enter by a preoccupied member of staff, you make your way straight to Ayato's office. Having already been well acquainted with the building after attending multiple meetings in his office, it was a good thing you knew where you were going. The hurried and near-frantic movements of the staff of the house quickly conveyed that they wouldn't be of any help. Had they even noticed your arrival?

You knock on the closed door with a resounding thud, an answering, "Come in." sounding from the other side. So, you do.

Pushing the door open, you instantly meet eyes with your boss, Kamisato Ayato. Safe to say, he didn't look far too happy with you.

"You asked of me, Sir?" You questioned, though it wasn't a question at all. You knew why you'd been called. After all, it said as much in the letter.

You almost take a step forward into the room, but catch yourself just before you start moving, deciding that it'd be more respectful (and therefore easier to get out of trouble) if you pretended to be nervous.

He seems pleased. "Indeed. Please take a seat." He gestures vaguely at the chair on the opposite side of his desk, looking back to the paperwork in front of him.

You do as he has told, and wait for him to start talking, but it never arrives.

After almost two whole minutes full of incredibly awkward silence and looking aimlessly around the room for something to take the edge off, you eventually give in.

"I- uhm..." Your voice quietens after the first syllable, daunted by how loud it sounds in the silence, "I left the boxes outside, Sir. I believe some of your house staff took them into a storage room for further inspection."

He still hadn't looked at you or shown any interest, leading you to begin fumbling with your hands, becoming more anxious the longer he ignored you.

"I checked them myself last night, they're all in good condition and Yoimiya accepted the payme-"

"-That's enough." He puts his pen down with all the grace that he usually possesses, but something about the action betrays his annoyance.

"I don't wish to talk business right now, Y/N. You have caused a great deal of distress in the estate through all of today and yesterday. Please tell me, what is your excuse this time?"

Your mouth drops open slightly in surprise. He made it sound as though you did this on purpose!

"B-but Sir, I didn't do anything!"

"And therein lies the problem, Miss Y/N. You didn't do anything." Now, his eyes refuse to leave yours, and you almost wish time would go back to a few minutes beforehand, to when he hadn't been looking at you at all.

He was trying to intimidate you, you realised, trying to make you admit defeat and take the blame. And you know what?

It was almost working.

"I did as I was told. I waited until late last night, but Thoma didn't show." At this point, your voice had taken on an accusatory undertone.

You hadn't done anything wrong! Not this time, not the last, and not any of the times before that. You were getting tired of the blame always being put on your shoulders. It was Thoma's fault. Not yours.

"... You're blaming Thoma? After all the work he does in the estate, and all the help he has been when preparing and organising these festivals, you dare to shove the fault onto him?"

He stares directly at you, his gaze barely any different than usual, but there's a barely restrained fire melting that icy cold gaze. "The Summer Festival is soon, Miss Y/N, very soon. Each and every moment of the lead up is of great impertinence. I'd have thought you would at least have taken your responsibility into account for just this once."

You're left speechless, unable to comprehend just how easily Ayato had completely swept your concern under the metaphorical rug.

At your lack of response, he leans forward on the desk, hands clasping together and fingers intertwining.

"Nothing to say for yourself?"

Another few more seconds of silence, awkward once again. The still room was deafening.

"... Well then. I have a very important meeting soon, much more important than this one." He stands up from his chair, paying no mind to you as you sit there in a confused daze. As he starts walking towards the door, you push your chair out to follow him, but before you can even lift yourself up, he halts you.

"Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going? Have you been excused?"

"W-well no, but-"

"Then you shall stay put." He turns to you with a taunting smile lifting his features, the anger in his voice finally evening out, " besides, I do believe you have an apology to make to Thoma, hmm?"

"An apology?! I'm not-"

"Oh hush. I'll send him in soon, so be patient until then, will you? I'm sure you can at least do that much."

Before you can even argue further, he is out the door, the doorframe clattering as it swings shut behind his retreating form.

"Ughh..." you groan and slump back into the chair.

Looks like you have at least twenty minutes to re-evaluate your life choices.

...

'Creak'

The shutting of the door jolted you awake in an instant. Confused and surprised that you'd fallen asleep, you look behind you to see Thoma stood still in the doorway, his hand still connected to the handle.

"Sorry..." a hand comes up in half a wave and half a placating manner, and the other goes to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

Being woken up doesn't particularly leave you in too good of a mood, especially not when this is who you have to deal with.

You glare at him and respond with a gruff hum, turning back around to look straight ahead of you, when an idea comes to mind.

"I... I really am sorry about yesterday. Hahah..." His soft voice gives away his turmoil, but when this matter occurs constantly, should you really have to forgive him every time? Your foot begins tapping against the floor as you bite your lip, considering your options while he continues to talk behind you.

"There's just so much going on, what with the Festival only being a couple of weeks away from now. I had too much work piled up and I couldn't send anyone else because they were all-" His words are interrupted as you stand up from the chair, mind set, and walk around to the other side of the desk.

"H-hey, Y/N, what are you doing? They're Lord Ayato's personal documents, you can't read those!"

Ignoring him, you take your place in the chair and push away from the desk slightly, facing directly at Thoma's worried face as if daring him to stop you.

"I'm growing tired of these games, Thoma. Don't you think you deserve a punishment for causing me so many problems and making me take the blame for your mistakes?"

"There is no game! I promise I don't mean to, Y/N, I just-"

"-Just what, Thoma? Can't learn how to prioritise your own work? Can't ask someone else for help? Can't say fucking 'no' to anyone?!" Your voice raises to a near shout, making him flinch and take a step back. But this only makes you angrier.

Taking a deep breath, you take control of your emotions before they get out of hand. Instead of standing up and just slapping him right across the face like you so want to do right now, you cross your legs and pat your hand against the one that's left raised.

"Sit down, Thoma. You're going to make it up to me. Right now."

"I-" He gives up on complaining with just a raise of your eyebrow. He looks back at the door for a split second, but his curiosity ultimately wins over, and he turns back to you.

The tension between the two of you had been steadily rising as of late. There'd always been a certain attraction, but with the difference in your job roles, there was little time to see each other outside of work. And the recent arguments hadn't done much good, either.

Without even so much as a few seconds to think, his leg swings over yours as he lowers himself down onto your lap, though he still looks unsure, even with his cheeks heating. "I don't think... we should be doing this here... I mean- we definitely shouldn't! Lord Ayato would-"

You place a hand over his mouth, silencing him as his eyes go wide.

"He isn't here right now, is he? Just pay attention to me." Your deft hand slides down, releasing his lips to take hold of his throat with a threatening squeeze, to which he gulps nervously as his eyes flicker down to your wrist, fighting the urge to pull your hand away. "Besides..." He eyes hesitantly lift up to meet your dark gaze. "This is a meeting room, no? We're simply coming to an agreement of our own."

He whimpers at that, his lips falling open when your other hand that was hidden from him took a tight grip on his hip. Pushing him down onto your lap, his half-hard bulge drags against your thigh.

"Ohh-... Y/N, what should I-?"

"You're going to get yourself off on my thigh like a good little puppy."

With a tilt of his head, he lets out a questioning hum, "Puppy?" Without another prompt, he starts doing as you said, his hips sliding over your thigh over and over again.

"Archons, you really are like a dog." You reach out and take hold of the chain around his neck, pulling it taut against his skin until it digs in, providing a pleasant sting. His eyebrows crease, fighting the urge to talk back. "Even came with these dog tags. It's like you're begging to be treated like a filthy mutt."

With your hold on the metal, you pull him forward into a forceful kiss, your teeth knocking together as he lets out a moan at the sting of the sharp edges pricking his soft lips.

He barely responds to your kiss, focusing more on keeping his hips moving as he chases the pleasure. Just when he starts to reciprocate, his tongue gliding against and following your own as it retreats back into your mouth, he is pulled back by your harsh grip on the hair at the base of his neck.

He yelps as he's torn away from you, his body stiffening as he tries to reach back and lessen the burden of your fingers. You release him so that he has no choice but to drop back down into your lap. Hard.

"Aaghn-! Y/N~"

A swift slap echoes through the room, his face snapping to the side as a dark red blooms across his cheek.

Before he even gets a chance to react, the hand that had just hit him pulls him to face you again, smoothing over the burning mark as if to comfort what you had just caused.

"When I own you like this, I'm your mommy. Got it? I don't want to hear my name coming out of your disgusting mouth."

His bottom lip wobbles as crystalline tears gather in his eyes, but he doesn't quite let them drop. He sniffles, voice crackling when he responds, "Y-Yes, mommy..."

Rather than giving him a reward, you push him further.

Hand still cradling his burning cheek, your nails dig into the tender flesh, resurfacing the pain which had only just numbed. Thoma has no other choice than to take it, his hands tightly grasping his own knees, allowing you access to do anything you want with his pliant body. Though, his voice betrays his loyalty, a small cry being dislodged from his throat.

"Continue."

He doesn't wait for even a second, his hips bucking against your thigh faster than before as he evens out the pain you're giving him with the pleasure.

Lessening the pressure on his cheek, you lean against the back of the chair, taking in the scene he makes in front of you.

Clothes rumpled and sticking to the sweat coating his body, dick shamefully hard, the outline clear to see pressing against the fabric of his pants. Hair tousled from your earlier grip, eyes half closed and glinting in the light of the room with the hint of unshed tears. He truly was a sight to see.

And as much as you hate to admit it, you'd certainly like to see him like this more often.

Maybe, if this is the reward you got for dealing with the unfair favouritism from the head of the Clan, it wouldn't be so hard to endure...

But just thinking that makes you angrier than before. You shouldn't have to settle.

"Awww~ look at you, humping your owner's thigh like a desperate, little puppy... are you really that needy that you don't care about ruining mommy's clothes?"

Before you can continue, he lets out an unfiltered moan, the loud noise startling the both of you. His hips jerk sporadically before slowing to a stop, his breaths coming out in uneven pants.

"...Hah... Did you really just cum from that, you dirty mutt?"

And when you look at the tent between his legs, a dark patch of his cum seeps into his pants, the wetness unmistakable in the clear lighting of the room.

His sniffles return louder this time, and when you look back up at his face, you see exactly what you'd been hoping for:

Tears, sliding down his flushed cheeks with no end in sight. They just wouldn't stop.

"I-I'm sorry, mommy... I couldn't h-hold it back..." He can barely even speak, voice cutting off as he fights through the tightening of his throat to push out the words he knows you want to hear.

Not that they'd do him any good, anyway.

You tightly grip his softening dick through his pants, his cum soaking through to your skin, coating your palm with a sticky sheen.

He tenses up and hisses in pain through clenched teeth, his face scrunching up as he loses control of his reactions.

"You're so greedy. Didn't even ask for permission, you always just take what you want, don't you, dog?"

"No! I'm sorry, m-mommy, so sorry, please!"

A tear drips down his throat, and you watch as it smudges and soaks into the collar of his jacket.

"Shut up."

Digging your fingers into his hips, you force him to continue moving on your lap, his clothed cock grinding against your leg and leaving behind a line of slick on your own clothing.

"Ah, wait- wait! I just came~ Please not yet, mommy, not yet!"

He scrambles to dislodge your hold, his legs kicking out a bit to your side as his hands come down to grip your shoulders for stability. He's shaking from overstimulation as you push him down onto your thigh, tensing your leg intermittently to provide more stimulation than he can handle.

In what he assumes to be mercy, you remove your hands from him, leaving him to slow his movements on his own after he keeps moving for a few seconds before realising that you weren't holding onto him anymore.

When he stops completely, a hard smack to his thigh makes him jolt forward with a startled sob, his tongue feeling heavy and vision blurry as he cries out continuously.

"Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

"Can't, I can't! It's too much, please don't make me, it's too good~!"

And yet, despite his begging and whining, his thrusting starts up again without you doing a thing. The continuous grinding against your leg was starting to ache, the rough material of Thoma's pants beginning to take their toll on your skin. But the sight of him, knowing that you'd finally one-upped him, that you'd reduced him to this mess... Well. That made it all worth it.

It seems that the restriction of his clothing was beginning to bother him, too.

He starts begging to take off his pants when the texture gets too rough on his sensitive dick. The constant dragging and the damp feeling of his ruined underwear rubbing on the tip of his leaking cock providing too much painful stimulation.

Of course, you don't let him, wanting to see him shift and tremble as his overwhelmed cock twitches with each shove back and forth.

The shocks of his first orgasm hadn't been given a chance to wear off, pushing him further and further towards his next before he could even think to warn you- before he could even try to hold it back.

And, with another loud moan that tapers off into overwhelmed hums and panting breaths, he cums harder than ever before.

This time, it takes longer for him to recover, coming to only a couple minutes later when the uncomfortable feeling of his tears drying and leaving tracks on his face tempt him to refocus. He's grateful for the short break you'd given him after cumming again so quickly, gasping puffs of air as he mumbled, "Thank you, mommy, thank you..." over and over again.

Though the reprieve was short lived.

"Oh, puppy, you didn't think we were done, did you? You've always been so selfish towards me, making me take all the blame..."

You push him to start moving again, his own begging and crying going unheard in his own ears. Tears once again fall from his barely-open eyes and follow the paths the previous ones had made.

"Why don't you take some more?"

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Chance encounters

Character: Sub!Tighnari

Reader: Dom!Fem, nymph/dryad

Genre: Smut // CW: Blowjob, vaginal fingering + penetration, praise + teasing, tiny bit of voyeurism/F!masturbation, bondage, creampie, love confessions

Plot: Yes // Word count: 8.6k

Torrential rain and a blustering gale: these are what the rainforest has known for the past few days, almost a week. It happens every now and then, unfortunately. A land, so peaceful and quiet, so reliant on itself that it can easily support those who choose to inhabit the place, entirely up-heaved and destroyed. Forced to seek help from the people it proudly protects. All because of just a bit of water...

Okay, well... it may have been more than just a bit of water. More like a tremendous amount; certainly more than the land of Sumeru had seen in the past decade, at least.

During these drastic conditions, it's far too dangerous for anyone to venture outside.

Too dark to see what lies ahead on the path -if you can even find the path in the first place-, too loud to hear when anyone calls out to you for help or to attain your whereabouts, and so windy that at any moment you may just get whacked in the face by a stray log. Of course, of that were to happen, you'd either pass out and risk hypothermia, or just have a new story to complain about and maybe a way to start a fire and prevent said hypothermia. Nature provides and all that...

That being said, the storm has raged on for longer than anyone had expected. The rangers of the forest have been made to wait in suspense for when the storm will finally fade, if only for a few hours, so that they can have the chance to check out the lay of the land, and see what changes or blockades have been added to the forest's paths.

However, no one's tension has been held at bay for as long as Tighnari's.

Slinking through the maze of a forest once so familiar, now twisted and disfigured into strange obscurity, Tighnari takes note of everything he can see. Branches snapped and hanging low, as if they were reaching to find stability in the roots and vines layering the ground floor. Large, flooded puddles, which flow down the paths and into the strewn undergrowth, creating rivers and streams of their own. And, most disheartening to the ranger, the different assorted flowers and fauna of the forest, all tangled and mangled, and those are only the ones that survived the unending attack of the wind.

Regardless of his own personal feelings about the damage, Tighnari ignores his want to use his dendro vision to bring some life back to these plants and flowers, continuing on his trek, for he knows that something much more vulnerable calls for his attention:

The young saplings.

Those trees had been planted close to 8 years ago, and had been growing well. Already, they were quite a bit taller than Tighnari himself, which isn't saying much, he himself would readily admit. But there's simply no way for them to have survived that massive storm and have stayed standing. It's impossible.

As he draws near to the grove where they'd been planted, Tighnari's ears snap to attention and his eyes flicker in each direction.

There's an intruder in the forest. Someone he'd never seen, heard, or smelled here before.

It wasn't a traveller, or someone who lived near the forest or the city, for none of them would come out in the aftermath of the storm, leaving the comfort of their warm, toasty houses, and trading it for the murky air of damp soil and sodden grass. It wasn't another ranger, for Tighnari had made sure to warn them not to leave the safety of their lodgings, and they wouldn't want to anger him. He could be uncharacteristically cold when he was irate, especially when his orders were directly gone against. No-one wanted to sit through another of Tighnari's lectures.

Opting to investigate further, Tighnari crouches down next to the bushes that line the square patch of land that had been cleared of brambles and the like, in order to make space for the growing trees. The bushes, whose branches and leaves stick out every which way, still dripping the drops of rain that weigh them down, provide the head forest ranger optimum cover to see without being seen. And what he saw surprised him.

A girl- no, a woman, one unlike any he had ever seen before, knelt in the middle of the clearing, amidst the fallen and snapped saplings. Seeming not to notice the new set of eyes watching her every move, or so he thought, the woman placed a gentle hand to the sapling she knelt to, humming a soft tune. It sounded familiar to the ranger, though he couldn't remember from where before he had heard it.

Interrupting his thoughts was a quick burst of green light that shot up the body of the small, broken tree. Before he could properly react (or even think of what his reaction should have been), the tree springs to life, growing rather taller than it had been originally, before the dreaded storm, and even sprouting new, verdant looking branches with leaves to match.

Tighnari was awestruck.

Not because this was unusual. Well, it was, to some degree. It was rare for a vision holder to have such an impressive level of control over their power, especially for it to work so fast! But what was even more impressive, however confusing and perhaps worrying, was that the mysterious woman held no vision on her frame.

He analysed her unusual garb in the fastest manner that he ever had done before, eyes roving over each buckle or strap, each fold in clothing or closed pocket, but, ultimately, he found none. Nor were there any distinguishing marks of who this woman was, or where she had come from. In fact, all clues pointed to quite a curious conundrum for the forest ranger: it seemed as though she had simply appeared out of nowhere. Or maybe, just maybe, she lived here. Here, in the Avidya forest, right under his nose all along.

But that obviously couldn't be. Could it? Surely he hadn't overlooked any of the signs of human life in the forest. Someone unaccounted for. Though, that being said, he wouldn't hold himself too at fault for that.

She blends in perfectly with the surroundings of the forest, her clothing seeming to be made less of actual cloth and more so of softened bark and large leaves, pulled together by twine made of vines. As such, she even smells exactly like the forest. Of course he wouldn't be able to sense her. He gets the feeling she has been here for a long time, and, as such, is very good at staying hidden. Except for today.

Suddenly, the woman rises from her kneeling position, not a hint of dirt staining her knees, despite the wet, squelching mud that splashes everywhere with every step. You'd expect someone who lives in the forest to be at least a bit dirty. But from what he can tell, this woman isn't. Not a speck of grime anywhere on her person. He wonders how it's possible.

Still, with her back to him, his thoughtful stupor ends and he shakes his head side to side, as if to physically disperse the rushing thoughts from his mind, in order to take the situation seriously.

He still had to find out who she was, why she was here right after such a terrible storm, if she needed any help, and, for selfish reasons, perhaps, how she was able to use her magic with no vision to be seen.

"I can sense your presence, fox." Her voice is soft, little more than the hum that sounded from her but a minute before. Even so, it still serves to startle Tighnari, who freezes on the spot, a hand quickly reaching for his bow.

"There will be no need for that." The woman turns to look at him over her shoulder, "I mean no harm to you nor these precious saplings. I merely want to see them grow and flourish." Despite not being able to see him through the brush, she knows he is there. Lifting a hand, she waves him over, the other on her hip.

He obeys, unconsciously ignoring his rational mind in favour of following his more baser instincts. And his instincts are drawn to her, begging him to follow.

He steps out from the bush and into the clearing. No cover. No weapon in hand. No idea who -or perhaps, what- he is talking to.

"Where do you come from, outsider?" Tighnari can't help but sound defensive. He's never encountered this situation before, and he'd never been prepped for the risk of an unknown magical being randomly showing up. He had no idea what to do.

"Outsider? Why, I rather think you are the outsider here, ranger. My kind looked over this forest long before humans took over the land." Despite her lecturing tone, her face displayed no difference from before, still a totally composed and calm slate of indifference. Though, her voice held more than enough conviction. Tighnari knew instantly that her words were true.

With a twitch of an ear and a quiet sigh, his hand comes up to awkwardly rub the side of his neck, pressing into and smoothing over his scent gland. Since coming in close proximity of the woman, there's been an incessant niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he'd found something he'd been missing. There was something familiar, something soothing about the air around this woman, and his body wanted her to stay close.

He didn't understand it. He'd never felt this before, this strange thought that she was important- that he wanted her to be his.

Taken aback by his own thought process, Tighnari rubs his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in the process. While usually directed towards the other rangers or travellers who get in the way or make common mistakes, today, it was pointed at himself.

Shifting his body weight onto the other leg, he started, "hmm... okay then, care to kindly explain how you fixed this tree then? That was some mighty impressive workmanship with that vision." He knew she had no vision. This would either make her reveal her true nature, or she'd try to lie (and hopefully fumble while doing so). Either way, Tighnari was sure he'd learn something about her.

"The people of Avidya Forest who hold a vision to their name do everything they can to do their part in the upkeep of the forest. As an extension of the forest itself, I show my gratitude by furthering the progress along." She gestures in a fluid motion towards the few trees she'd already prompted to regrow. "I have no need for a vision. The essence of the forest guides my hand."

Never mind. She'd evaded that quite well.

At this point, Tighnari was getting impatient. He didn't enjoy being toyed with when he held barely any understanding of the situation. Although, as he'll think to himself later in the night, within the solitude of his own lodging back at camp: he didn't mind the secrecy nearly as much as he would have if it had been anybody else dancing around his questions. The woman, as infuriating as she was being in the moment, was graceful and gentle in movement, and held a great peace within herself. He could tell that much, at least.

She was powerful, yet quaint. Quiet, yet commanding. She understood far more than she let on, and yet she didn't feel dangerous as many others would.

"Well then, why show yourself now? After all these years of hiding?"

"I grow tired of your accusations. I come only when the forest needs me, and she was calling." At this, steeling her face with resolution, she turns around and begins walking away, her strides even and calculated in a way that will carry her away from the situation quickly.

"H-hey! Wait!" Tighnari launches forward a few feet, almost reaching out to grab her, before catching himself and deciding against it. But the further she gets, the faster his heart beats against the cage of his ribs. He wanted to chase her down, to satisfy his underlying craving to claim her.

Why can't he seem to control himself around her?

The woman stops at his plea, though she doesn't turn to face him again. She stares straight ahead, ready to take off further into the woods the moment she gets the chance.

"What have you done to me? What part of your... magic has caused this?"

She smirks, her voice carried by the wind, "Nothing more than your nature calls for."

Tighnari feels as though he is stuck to the spot as she leaves, not even sparing him a glance before turning behind a tree, completely out of sight.

As soon as she is gone, he gets a feeling that she is truly... gone. The air smooths over, the world around him starts moving again, and, for the first time since seeing the woman, he can finally relax completely.

He heads back to the main path, collecting his wits and preparing to head back to the ranger camp. Just as he is about to leave, his breath is stolen from him. There is a distinct, deep feeling of foreboding driving through him. He looks back into the clearing, unsure what he is going to see...

Nothing except all of the once-fallen trees, standing tall, healthy and strong.

Otherwise, there is no trace of the woman.

...

3 months later, Tighnari is going about his regular business. Walking the forest pathways and surrounding areas, he searches for anything amiss. Though he can't help but let his mind wander to the woman he has come to know since their chance encounter, deeper in the forest.

Y/N, despite their uncomfortable first meeting, has come to show herself to Tighnari multiple times since that day, even going so far as to join him on his watch duty most days. Despite him acting as though he didn't want the help, he knew that she wasn't actually there to help him at all. What he didn't know, was why.

They had shared little of their memories and past life experiences with each other (though not due to a lack of trying on Tighnari's part).

They'd be having quite the long conversation when they didn't need to be quiet so Tighnari could hear any disturbances in the nearby undergrowth. Learning something new from each other or laughing at jokes, and Tighnari's occasional sarcastic responses.

Just when Tighnari felt the pull of growing closer to her, just when he'd gather the confidence to actually ask her something about herself, or try to coerce her into revealing something -anything- about her nature, about who or what she is (because she obviously wasn't human or hybrid like him) she'd shut down completely.

Every time, she'd either go silent, making their easy conversation devolve into something awkward, or she'd answer with some tale she'd spun up out of thin air, the likes of which Tighnari was forced to try and pick apart late into the night. His mind fumbled and reached to create any semblance of surety when it came to Y/N, trying to piece together the threads of her disjointed stories.

He was getting tired of it.

Now, don't get him wrong. Tighnari had no problem talking to and working with people -apart from when they slowed him down, or made needless mistakes, or made decisions without checking with him first... the list goes on. But he never really... connected with them, in a sense. He never made strong connections with any of them.

But with Y/N, he wanted to.

Distracted and stuck in his thoughts, Tighnari is suddenly surprised by the sound of footsteps a few feet behind him. He turns swiftly, pulling out his bow and aiming at the figure behind him, but almost immediately he lets out an audible sigh of relief. It's just Y/N. Had she sensed him thinking about her? Is that a thing?!

Tighnari calms himself before she notices his upped heartbeat or the slight blush coating the apples of his cheeks. She had a tendency to sneak up on him like this. 'The air of mystery' and all that.

Realistically, Tighnari should've expected this. And to some degree, he had. This has become such a regular occurrence that he often expected this more than he expected the other rangers to do their job right.

Could you tell he'd been strung a bit tight the past few weeks?

Y/N could; and she used this knowledge against him to the best of her ability.

Taking no notice to the fact that he'd been about to shoot her in the face with an arrow, Y/N moved forward to settle into stride beside him, giving him no greeting other than a little wave.

Even though she'd softened her exterior in his presence more recently after growing accustomed to his company, she still wasn't very well acclimated to... being social. She could be awkward at times, but it allowed Tighnari to focus on his duties with her at his side, which he supposes is a good thing, really. He'd hate to have to ask her to leave, especially when he'd only met her because she decided to let him see her.

Plus, she could be quite stubborn when she felt like it, just like the sturdy trees that she protected. One time, she'd even claimed, "Nature and I are one and the same." Of course, he didn't take her literally. She's not a tree... Right?

Honestly, he's not so sure at this point, but if he asked her straight on, she'd probably just say something along the lines of, "I spend my entire life taking care of the trees. Is there anything else to me, other than trees? Not really. So I guess, maybe I am a tree."

Now, this may sound kind of silly, but sometimes she was just so clueless about the things he tried to talk about. If this was all an act, it was very convincing. She acted as if she'd never ventured beyond the border of the treeline.

It made him want to protect her. He wanted to keep her safe, teach her the comfort of human commodities and interaction. But, most of all, he couldn't help the blazing want to touch her, to hold her, to finally know her.

"You're late."

"Huh?" He looks to her, confused.

Instead of answering, Y/N strides forward as they come to a fork in the road, already knowing which route Tighnari scouts.

Tighnari hastens his pace to keep up with her. "What do you mean?"

She stops dead in her tracks, spinning to face him and planting her hands on her hips. He felt as though she was looking down on him.

"Every day I wait for you at our spot, and you're always there within two hours of starting your shift." Her head tilts almost accusingly, tone darkening, "I came to see what was taking you so long. Do you know what I saw, Tighnari?"

Heart rate rapidly rising, Tighnari tightens his hold on his bow, growing nervous. He couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong, though he would admit he'd been a bit slower than usual. He was waiting to see if she'd catch up with him, dragging his feet a little on the way. He wanted to know if she'd seek him out, if she'd worry about him... if she really cared.

"...What did you see, Y/N?" He hadn't meant to, but his voice naturally took on a sarcastic cadence. He'd probably pay for that later. She never seemed to let him get away with being rude to her... he wasn't in a rush to give in and say he liked it.

"I saw you, looking behind yourself every ten seconds, almost tripping over own tail and falling into every other bush." Crossing her arms, a hand lifted and framed her face, a nail pressing into the plush of her lips as she spoke. "It makes me wonder... who could captivate the ever-resilient head ranger so much as to make you lose focus like this?"

Tighnari blanched. Had she noticed? He would be the first to admit that he hadn't been particularly caring towards hiding his near-obsession with this woman he'd met in the forest. But he certainly didn't want to be called out on it. He supposed, now was the time to take a page from Y/N's book; he was going to ignore the implications she'd thrown.

"How did you see me? I didn't hear you at any point, I would've noticed."

Her prominent gaze softened as her eyes met his own slightly frantic ones. She seemed to deflate, giving up on teasing him with an discreet sigh; one that he heard, nonetheless.

He felt as though he'd missed something... had she just given away a huge hint as to who she was and he'd completely missed her meaning? He couldn't tell. But, regardless, he was annoyed with himself. He knew he hadn't played into her games the way she'd wanted.

Stagnating into an awkward silence (which was becoming all the more common between them), they continued on with the patrol, stopping every now and then when Tighnari heard some suspicious noise, which usually ended up being nothing. This went on until the sun started retiring, when the skies lit aglow with the blazing embers of sunset, painting an intricate depiction of warmth, the antithesis of the cold night that would follow.

As of now, the tension between the two was at a standstill... it either had to dissipate, or be pushed over that last edge for them to continue on, to whatever their future may hold for them... Tighnari hoped it happened soon.

...

Finally, Tighnari's shift was over. Traversing the path back to his base camp, he was halfway surprised that Y/N remained behind him. Usually by now, she'd have disappeared without a trace before they got this close to his home. For what reason, he didn't know. But it always made him feel saddened.

Did she not want to stay with him? To learn about his home space and his interests, without having the meandering conversations that she so liked to weasel herself out of?

It often worried him, that perhaps he'd gotten too involved, too interested in this woman, when she barely reciprocated any advances he tried to make. But when he looked back on their interactions later, he realised that she had been sharing the moment and making her own subtle advances... Or so he thought. It was hard to tell.

Like when she'd reach out to ruffle his hair and play with his ears (a privilege no-one else shared -except maybe sometimes Collei), and after they parted ways, he'd find little leaves clinging to the strands or falling behind him.

While he was hesitant to touch her, afraid that it'd be stepping over her boundaries, she did so to him whenever she felt the need, which, surprisingly, was quite often. He'd catch himself staring when he thought her to be looking away, and seconds later she'd be pressing against his side, a sly smile giving away that she likely knew what he was thinking.

How, he'd like to know. For even he wasn't sure what he was thinking, becoming so enamoured with a spirit of the forest who never makes things as easy as they could be. Nor did he know how it happened so fast.

Approaching the entrance of his abode, he turns to invite her inside, only to find her having already vanished.

Feeling defeated, Tighnari lets out a terse sigh. Just like always...

Shaking off the cloud of disappointment, he pushes past the door, shrugging off the equipment he'd been carrying and placing them on a bench near the doorway.

A good cup of tea sounded like just what he needed right now...

As such, he steadily makes his way to his kitchen area, lighting a few candles and lanterns to light his way.

Only, he doesn't quite make it to the teapot.

Sitting in his usual chair is Y/N, sitting there, looking quite comfortable, sipping on a cup of tea.

Despite the fact that she must've teleported and trespassed in order to have already been in his home, it does amuse him that they'd had the same idea as to how to wind down. And he couldn't find it in himself to really be irritated with her actions, even if they were somewhat (or completely) rude. He was going to invite her in, anyway.

"Making yourself at home, I see." It's a clipped statement, though he isn't upset. Pulling over a new chair, he joins her, finding that she'd already poured him a cup and set it down to cool on the table beside.

"Yes." She takes a sip. "Your tea leaves were dried, so I freshened them up a bit. I thought you'd appreciate the added flavour." She looks to him with a calm smile.

Looking into the cup he's holding, he can see that indeed, the concoction is of a lighter, more honeyed shade than usual. It certainly looked more appealing. Or maybe that's just because he knows he'd like anything she made, especially if she made it with him on her mind.

"Ah, thank you. I don't get much of a chance to use them quickly, what with how often I'm outside." He raises the cup as a small toast with a tip of his head in thanks, to which she returns with a short, stifled laugh. He brings the cup to his lips, taking a sip.

It's no different than usual.

Huh... Well, that's disappointing. He'd been expecting some magical burst of flavour to overwhelm his tongue and make him see stars. Metaphorically, of course, though he would hardly complain if that really had happened.

Oh well. It's good tea either way, since it's a blend he already likes.

"Well? How is it?" Y/N prods, clearly excited for his praise that she is so sure is coming. She's even leaning forward slightly, he notices.

"Uhh..." He gulps, nervous. He doesn't want to make her feel bad, but Tighnari is anything but dishonest- unless he needs to be; which he doesn't. Not with Y/N.

"It tasted the same as usual..." He looks away while delivering the news, but looks back to her to garner her reaction, waiting to see if he needs to console her. She visibly deflates.

Oh no. That's not good.

Before he can say anything to try to backtrack, she composes herself, edging her chair closer to his and leaning over to lean both elbows on his armrest, looking directly into his eyes with an intense glow overtaking her features. Tighnari has to stop himself from leaning away in shock, not looking away.

"Would you like to taste mine instead? It must taste better than yours..." Her eyes slowly drift down to his parted lips, before dragging back up to his eyes again, not at all trying to hide her change of focus.

As he answers with a silent nod, unable to vocalise his reply, she lifts her cup to her own lips once more, taking a sip.

Then, instead of handing him the cup, she leans ever closer, snaking an arm around the back of his neck, and pulling him in to lock lips before he can even react. Not that he'd stop her, he'd been wanting this for too long...

Suddenly, a steady stream of warm tea enters through his lips, transferred from her mouth to his waiting tongue. The flavour and the feel of her tongue sliding against his alone is enough to make him moan out, the noise muffled by Y/N's kiss.

Oh, Archons, was she right. The flavour is nothing like he had ever tasted before. He could easily get addicted to this. The sweetness was amplified, hints of different berries and fruits mixing together perfectly in the dance of their swirling tongues. The aftertaste giving way to a deep, heady, rich taste of which even Tighnari couldn't place, but it reminded him of the smoke from a campfire, that satisfied feeling after a hard day of work when you knew the rest of the day consisted of nothing but comfort and ease. He couldn't get enough.

This was just another reason to keep Y/N around. Not that he needed any other reasons.

Almost forgetting that he needs to breathe, Tighnari chases after her when she pulls away, creating a short distance between them. After such a long wait, Tighnari can't handle being separated from her again so soon.

Their heavy breaths mix together, both transfixed by the situation they've gotten stuck into, neither wanting it to end.

"Any better?" She reaches the arm she had holding him close up to stroke over his ears soothingly, enjoying the feel of his soft fur beneath her scratching nails.

"So much better..." Tighnari pants in response, unable to drag his gaze from her wet lips, a drop of the tea sliding down her chin from the corner of her mouth. If she notices, she doesn't seem to mind.

In fact, little does he know, she had noticed. But instead of fixing it, she wanted to see how he'd react, what he'd do.

Thinking no further, Tighnari leans forward once again, pressing his tongue against the droplet before it can travel any further, and following the trail it had left behind up to her lips, returning to their make out session.

Pulling away soon after and standing up with no preface to the action, Y/N pulls Tighnari up by taking hold of his wrist, leading him through his house and into his room. How she knew the way, he had no idea, as she'd never been here before, as far as he knew. But he wasn't too interested in why or how, and it wasn't too surprising considering his home wasn't a big place.

Bursting through the door, not bothering to close it, the two make their way to the bed, never once leaving the other untouched in some way. Their mingled panting and heaving breaths surround them, pulling them both further into the fantasy building up around them; a place in time where they're the only ones who matter.

Swapping positions, Y/N pushes Tighnari none too gently onto the bed, his elbows reaching back to catch him before he falls all the way down. As she begins climbing on after him, he takes the initiative, making space for her by moving further back on the bed, finally settling against the pillows.

Y/N leans over him, her arms on either side of his body. Staring down at him and raving her lidded eyes over his entire body, her gaze settles onto the apex between his legs, the fabric tenting where his obvious arousal throbs in waiting.

She lets out a breathy chuckle, leaning down to give him a better view of her body and its accentuated curves; her ass up, back curving tantalisingly, and her face nuzzling against the side of his covered length.

"Hmm, you're ready for me, right, Tighnari?"

The teasing lilt to her voice sends shivers down the ranger's spine, his face and neck heating, and he has to resist the urge to thrust up against her face right there.

When he fails to answer, too focused on taking in the view of the woman between his legs, the one he'd come to love so quickly, she presses a harsh hand against his erection, grinding her palm down into the clothed appendage.

"AahN–ngH!?"

He chokes on a forced-out cry, huffing his breaths afterwards to recover from the unexpected pressure.

"What was that, 'Nari?"

Gathering his wits, he responds, "Y-yes, please, let me have you... Gods, Y/N..."

"...Good boy. That's exactly what I wanted."

With a mischievous grin tugging at her lips, Y/N presses Tighnari's knees apart with little resistance, making ample space to lower herself comfortably between his thighs, never once losing eye contact.

Unsure what to do with his hands, Tighnari restlessly presses them into the sheets to his sides. While distracted by looking at Y/N, he took no notice to the slight tickling sensation that took place around his wrists, only becoming confused and looking back when his arms were suddenly taken out from under him and tightly tied to the headboard of his own bed.

Vines, holding his wrists together and forcing him to lay completely at the mercy of the beautiful woman between his legs.

Giving him no chance to react, Y/N slides her hands up his thighs and slips them into the waistband of his pants. Biting her lip seductively, she winks at him, relishing in the gulp he takes in anticipation, and snaps the elastic back against his hip, making him flinch.

"Tell me, Tighnari..." She slowly smooths her hand over the soft skin of his abdomen, rubbing in wide sweeping lines and pressing down with her thumb. "Do you want my hand? Or my mouth?" She questions, making sure that the puffs of her breath land on his tented crotch, resulting in a low groan being released from his tight throat.

His face scrunches, resisting the need to pull against the vines holding his arms back. Feeling a bit embarrassed by how easily she took control of him, Tighnari tries to regain his sarcastic front. "Hahah... ah- why not both?"

"My, my, 'Nari... I hadn't taken you for the greedy type." She backs away, her shadow completely encompassing him as she rises. "I could always just leave you here, all alone, desperate for relief... tied up all night and begging for me when I decide to free you... oh, I don't know, say tomorrow afternoon?"

His eyes go wide in disbelief, but apart from that he doesn't answer. It's enough for Y/N. She knows she'd shut him up.

"See? It's not that hard to be good for me, is it? You just have to lay still and take whatever I give you."

Finally, her hands make their way to trace along the elastic of his pants once more. Instead of carrying on the teasing, because, admittedly, even she was getting a bit impatient by now, she begins pulling them down, making sure the fabric drags along the length of Tighnari's arousal, making him let out a hiss behind gritted teeth and clenched eyes.

Once his hard cock is released from its confines, his pants coming to rest above his knees, Y/N wastes no time in taking hold of the base and landing a kiss directly on the drooling tip. She laps up the salty substance, purposefully letting the lewd slurping sounds flow through the room. Already, Tighnari is letting out low moans that end in a whine, his hands tensing around the vines to ground himself.

Feeling all of the pleasure only on his sensitive cock head, he can't help but close his eyes and roll his head back onto the pillow, thighs tightening at the pleasure running through his body.

Keeping her movements slow, she proceeds to open her lips wider, allowing the tip of his dick to slide into her mouth before hollowing her cheeks as she begins to lightly suckle on him.

Green eyes fighting to stay open and ears twitching sporadically is what meets her gaze when she looks up to see him. He's overheating, she realises, when she sees the deep flush taking over his cheeks and neck, accompanied by the droplets of sweat dripping down the expanse of his throat. He's too excited, feeling too good to complain, to want to stop their actions in order to get more comfortable.

He never wants her to stop.

Taking pity on him, Y/N leans forward, taking the whole of his length into the tight suction of her wet throat and making Tighnari let out an obscene moan that devolves into a shuddering sob. Pulling back, she repeats the motion over, and over, and over again until his entire body tenses and the veins leading up the frame of his hard cock start to pulse against her quivering tongue.

On the next forward movement of her head, she reaches her hands up his body, pushing his shirt up to his chest and revealing his perky nipples. At the same time, the vines that were keeping his warm hands in their tight grip extended to slither their way up his wrists and into the gloves on his hands, working their way in and pushing them off of him to fall onto the bed at their sides.

She hoped that this was enough to let him cool down a bit, because she wasn't anywhere near done with him yet.

As his moans gradually staccato, each one growing higher and higher in pitch and turning to more of a whine, Y/N pulls off of him. Releasing his aching cock from the heat of her mouth, rivulets of spit and precum connect to the tip.

Confused and worried that she'll stop completely, Tighnari starts struggling against the restraining vines, whimpering and begging: "W-why? Y/N, please! Don't stop~!"

Sensing that he was getting overly worried and upset, Y/N started shushing him gently, using her spare hand to keep one of his legs pressed against her side to let him know that she was still there, that she wasn't leaving.

With the hand that had been holding the base of his dick in her tight grip, she starts stroking him with her hand, keeping up the fast pace that she'd made it to with her lips.

"Good boy, 'Nari. Good boy... Cum for me."

Only a few more strokes of her hand, and he did just that.

At first, only a few spurts of his thick white cum drooled from his slit, pooling down onto the hand still working his twitching cock. Once his orgasm was fully triggered, Y/N didn't stop her movements. If anything, her hand only got tighter and faster, prolonging his high until she got as much out of him as he could give.

The hot spend shot out of him quickly then, collecting in a drizzle down his dick, on his own thighs, on Y/N's hand and some on her face. All the while, she kept whispering, "Good boy... Good boy, 'Nari," on repeat as he shivered and convulsed in the aftershocks of his climax.

Once he stops cumming entirely, the pleasurable shock fizzling out into overstimulation, she drops him from her grip. He's still whining shakily, recovering slowly from the feel of it all, while Y/N scoops all of his cum that got onto her face into her mouth, sucking it off of her thumb and appreciating the viscous texture of his spend.

Taking the time to let him recover enough to continue for what she had planned, Y/N started taking off her own clothes, leaving herself dressed in nothing. While she was well accustomed to the weather and temperature characteristics of Avidya Forest, she couldn't help but be grateful for the colder than usual night, helping to cool her down and stop her from losing her head in the pleasure of finally having Tighnari; and letting him have her the way she knew he'd been dreaming of for months by now.

When Tighnari finally comes back to his senses, his heart beating in his throat and mouth open wide to allow for a steadier flow or air to make it into his rushing veins, his pulse instantly flares up again.

Y/N, having moved herself up to be near-straddling him, hovering just above the seat of his hips, was already looking right at him. She leans forward, pressing the warmth radiating from her chest closer to Tighnari's face as her hands wander down her frame, slowly but surely.

"Welcome back to the world of the living~" She jests, her tone breathy and interrupted by a moan as she leads her gentle hand down to her neglected core. Tighnari can do nothing but watch, pupils swallowing what is left of the colour in his irises, ears twitching forward in interest.

He actually wasn't out of it for long -probably barely even making it to a minute- but he didn't need to know that.

It was much too entertaining, watching his eyes regain just a smidge of recognition, before he descends back into the clutches of desire at hearing a wet 'squelch'.

When he looks back down from her face, her lips pulled into a sweet smirk, he inconspicuously licks his lips, not even trying to feign disinterest.

Her fingers, having at last made their way down between her own thighs, slid between the sticky lips of her desperate pussy, pressing on past the tender nub of her aching clit and spreading her lower lips enough to reveal her eager little hole, twitching and sore from being empty for so long, deprived of attention.

To Tighnari, it was another form of torture. Seeing her dripping pussy, clenching around nothing and begging to be filled, oh so close to his bare cock, yet just out of reach with nothing he can do about it. It was cruel.

He knew he could make her feel good, knew he could return the favour if only she'd let him. He let out a low growl just at the thought, his mind wandering between different scenarios of how he'd take her, bending her over and stuffing her full of him, leaving her bathing in his scent, finally marked as his. Or how he'd let her use him as she felt appropriate, whenever she wanted, how she could just jump on him out in the forest and make him submit to her, eagerly following her every command.

She notices that he's not all there with her, knows he's thinking up his own desires and situations that she'd gladly take him up on at some point. She allows him to continue, watching him enjoy the show she provides him with as she prepares herself for the stretch of his dick.

Getting lost in the pleasure she's giving to herself, Y/N forces herself to continue, bringing her fingers back to slide into her slick hole, letting out a mewl at finally getting some much-needed stimulation.

Tighnari bucks up at the sound, growling from deep within his throat and fangs showing from between his pulled back lips. His control wavers as he feels that tempting heat so close to his once-again hard cock.

He's writhing now, desperately trying to break free from the hold of the vines around his wrists, claws digging into them and leaving trails of dew and sap clinging to his arms. He'd even scratched up his bedpost where his hands had been fisting around the wood, shallow gashes marring the planks as he growls and whines and babbles about how, "I can make you feel so good! Please j-just let me go~", and, "just lemme fuck you already~"

Her free hand shoots forward to press into his cheeks, squishing them together with her nails digging in slightly, leaving pretty little crescents for her to admire soon after.

With his attention finally back on her (and not the her of his own mind-made fantasies), she corrects, "Oh, but 'Nari... we've waited for this moment for so long. What's another hour?"

He freezes completely, eyes wide and slack jawed. With a shaky voice, he lets out in almost a squeak, "an hour?!"

Choosing to ignore him and letting her hand drop from his face, she trails her hand down his jaw, his neck and all the way down to his collar bones, where she intermittently taps along the path that they make along his chest. With each tap, Tighnari flinches, before her hand finally comes to a standstill. Looking down at her hand, he waits a few moments for her to do something. A few more moments. And a few more.

Still, nothing.

Confused, Tighnari looks up to Y/N's face, finding her looking straight at him, eyes deep and dark. Nervous and still feeling impatient about wanting to finally be inside of her, his tail starts swishing underneath him, tickling her knees. She pays this no mind.

"You can wait, Tighnari. Can't you? You can be good."

It feels less like a question than it does a command, but either way it serves to settle him down.

With both of them being relaxed again, Y/N slowly returns to where they left off, two fingers sliding into her dripping hole as she leans back far enough for Tighnari to see everything. As she stretches herself out, letting out low moans and breaths as she paces herself, Tighnari continues to whine at each wet push and pull of her fingers and shudder as the smell of her building arousal takes over the room.

As she gets closer to her high, the coil in her core tightening further with each thrust of her fingers and each shortened breath, she pulls her own hand away with a discontent gasp. Letting out unsteady puffs of air, she leans her head back and let's herself adjust to the loss of her high, the heat inside of her only growing with need.

During all of this, Tighnari drinks in the view, uncontrollably bucking his hips every now and then, but staying quiet so as not to disrupt the show. But he couldn't help the excitement growing behind his wide eyes.

This meant that she was ready for him. That she wanted to cum on him. With him.

At long last, she takes hold of Tighnari's cock, rock-hard and dripping, and carefully aligns it with her pulsing hole. She hesitates for a moment, and Tighnari holds his breath. But it was only a moment.

And then she drops.

Wasting no time to surprise the ranger beneath her, she lowers herself in one sure movement, ass flush against his shivering thighs.

Neither bothering to bite back their unabashed moans, their voices mix together in the humid air, rejoicing in finally being together, in having each other.

Staying still, allowing both to adjust to the heat, to the pulses, to the suction, to the stretch, Y/N leans forward, her arms locking behind Tighnari's neck and chest pressing to his, sharing the heat and sweat as their fluids mix together, as they become one.

Looking deep into his eyes, once he relaxes enough, she moves. And then he is tensing once again.

His hands lock against the headboard, claws digging deeper than before, shredding and tearing into the wood as if he were a trapped animal, desperate to escape, when that couldn't possibly be further from the truth.

Well, not exactly. He absolutely wanted to be rid of the vines which still held him prisoner, wanted to touch Y/N, wanted to grip her hips and sink his claws into her, to taste her and feel her and truly have her. All of her.

Her hips, never stopping in their movements, lift up and then descend with a loud, repeating slap that resounds around the room, coming back around and echoing into their ears and giving the illusion that everything was happening so much faster than it was. It made everything so much more real. Proved to Tighnari once and for all that this was really happening, driven home by the obscene smacking of her hips against his own, spreading and smearing their sticky, combines juices. It stuck to both of their thighs, and more of the thick, white mixture constantly dribbled out around his drenched cock on each outward pull from her pussy, eagerly sucking him back in.

Taking her lips into a heated kiss, Tighnari intertwines his tongue with hers, swallowing each other's moans as if they truly cared whether anyone heard them.

Separating for air, Y/N's face comes to rest in Tighnari's shoulder, licking the side of his neck -his scent gland-, simultaneously scratching the itch there and making it worse. Her satisfied moans play on repeat in his mind, getting high on the mumbled and hurried "Good boy, doing so good, you feel so good~!"

With tears in his eyes, not far from trickling down his cheeks and leaving pitiful tracks, Tighnari sobs: "Pl- ahhn~! Please lemme touch you!" His head throws back onto the pillows, back arching as his stomach tightens, "Wanna cum inside you! Please l-let me! Wanna hold you, please~!"

Catching her breath a bit, Y/N leans back to sit up on his hips, still riding him at her own pace -even if it had accelerated a bit since they'd started.

"Awhh... but, do you really deserve it, 'Nari?"

His head nods almost aggressively, little "Mhm! Mhm!"s shooting from him without control.

"Well... I'll let you go, and you can cum inside of me, if... you tell me how long you've wanted me." Her nails trail down his chest, lightly scratching him, leaving red trails that only serve to heighten his pleasure and make his eyes flutter.

"Ahn~ Ahh- since we met 'n the forest- mmh!" His hips jerked, seemingly at the memory, disrupting her pace and making her groan as she was pushed to sit further down on him, pushing him deeper, before picking the pace back up to what it had been.

"Yeah?" She huffed, her eyes squeezing shut as she grew closer to her peak. "When was that?"

"A-after the storm! Nngh~ Ah- I've wanted you since I first saw you!"

"Well then..." She leans down to whisper sensually in his ear, grinding her hips harder against his as she took him to the base, "the feeling's mutual. I must admit, 'Nari, that was a cute confession~"

Suddenly, Tighnari's arms were dropped from their position held behind his head, and as soon as he realised he had control over where he could put them, they instantly gravitated to take hold of Y/N's hips. Instead of trying to take control of the pace she'd set (not that he had the mental capacity to even consider it, at this point), he used the strength he had left to help her come down on him harder, taking some of the strain off of her legs, which were starting to grow tired.

Feeling him start to pulse and twitch inside of her tight, gripping walls, Y/N calls out to him, "Good boy... cum in me, 'Nari. Cum inside 'f me, I wanna feel you dripping out 'f me in the morning~"

At that, with his natural instincts telling him to mark her with his scent, to breed her, he cums with a cry when she slams her hips down on his own with one last drop, her walls sucking him in and begging for his cum as much as her words had.

His warmth flooded deep inside of her, sticking to her walls as they both let out a loud moan. She came to the hot feeling taking over her core, the feeling in itself new to her, making her feel completely full, even more so than when the girth of Tighnari had first spread her tender walls apart.

As they came down together, basking in the aftershocks of pleasure, their breaths mingling in the short distance between them, Tighnari pulled Y/N down to settle comfortably at his side on the bed. After a few blissful minutes, his careful hand reaches out to lay on her heated cheek as they face each other.

"I love you." His voice stands out in the silence of the room, but the certainty that he speaks with leaves no room for doubt.

"... I love you too."

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

@swivy123

hello!! just popped in to say some stuff<3

even though you've only written two fics so far, i find a sense of comfort in your writing :) it's so detailed and intimate and just overall beautifully written and thought out, it brings such a unique lifelike feel to the scene in a way that not a lot of writers can pull off, but you do it perfectly!! <3

i hope school isn't putting too much pressure on you!! either way, you're doing great and i'll do my best to support this blog from now on :)) have a great week!!

- 🫒<3

Omg the highest praise 🥺 honestly this is your second ask now and you've made me melt both times.

I got this ask the day you sent it, but I wanted to answer it the day before I posted the fic you requested :( That being said, it likely won't come out for a few more days because I'm having a bit of trouble near the end. It just doesn't sound right!

Thank you so much for being patient, they always end up longer than I expect! 🩷

hello!

i’m actually the anon who sent in the florist!’nari request!

THAT SENT ME THROUGH THE ROOF THAT WAS. SO. GOOD. OWHVJWAIXBIABSKXBSKABDISVAISB THANK YOU SM KYAAAAA

Sincerely, Athelia Miller

Haha thank you! It was kinda fun writing something so domestic! Thank you so much for the request 💕💕

I actually didn't know anything about Tighnari before writing it, so I did a bit of 'research'! (Of course I'd read some fics with him before but I'm nowhere near meeting him in game) I'm usually not the best at getting the personality right but I'm happy you enjoyed it!

RULES:

Please be patient and gentle with me, I may take a while to deliver!

I may not always be taking requests, as I quickly get carried away/overwhelmed.

This means that while the ask box will always be open, this is for you to share your thoughts/brainrots, not to request! To make it easy for you, here are the request statuses:

JUST SMUT: CLOSED

HEADCANONS OR SCENARIOS (ANY GENRE): CLOSED

JUST SMUT is as it sounds, may not be very long.

HEADCANONS OR SCENARIOS may vary in length and/or detail.

RULES FOR REQUESTS/ASKS:

Off-limits:

Food play // coprophilia (scat) // knismolagnia (tickling) // age regression.

I don't write Abyss Traveler or reader.

Can be sent as a brainrot but not a request:

Non-con // CNC // temperature/wax play // more than 3 participants (foursome+) // teacher/student // modern/school AUs

I don't write trans reader or characters but if you're comfortable, I could try to expand the overall idea.

(These are because I enjoy them in fics, but wouldn't feel confident writing them myself)

Depends on the context:

Incest/stepcest // threesome.

(These are fine as a brainrot)

Anonymous asks are welcome! But if you're sending a request (especially smut), it'd be easier to know what your blog is so I can message you if I have a question about your ask.

REQUEST RULES:

Specify what format you want! (just smut, headcanon or scenario)

Include reader's physical gender (F, M or Gn), as well as their role during the smut (top/bottom and sub/dom.) I always keeps your preference in mind, but might naturally keep it Gn.

If you want top!gn reader, let me know what you want the smut to include (in terms of actual penetration: real cock or a strap? Or just foreplay).

Let me know if there is anything you DON'T want to be included, especially for hard!dom reader or character (e.g. cock stepping, mommy/daddy, etc.)

2 characters is my limit for headcanons, 1 max for scenario. This may change. You are welcome to ask for more characters with the same prompt.

THIS LIST MAY HAVE RULES ADDED/CHANGED!

Okay, I js wanted to say this. I absolutely ADORE your works with every inch of my body oml your writing is just godly AAA I FELT SO NERVOUS REQUESTING THIS and it might be ramble-y but here goes!!

could I request sub!tighnari with dom!nymph!reader? preferably fem or gn if that's alright 👉👈 so, the reader is a dryad, meaning they can manipulate plants and nature, and after meeting them by chance in avidya forest, that's essentially what drew nari towards them and piqued his interest

reader is very mysterious and never let out too much about themselves to nari despite their mutual attraction, and while they would meet every day and spend time together, they always left him,,, wanting more in a way (on purpose obviously), all the while our beloved fox boy is js absolutely whipped for them, his feelings developing more and more every day, as if in some sort of trance

eventually, since the reader has been able to read him like an open book for the whole time, finally gives in and decides to give him what he wants one day when walking him back to his room back at the forest rangers' camp, offering to "keep him company" for the night, teasing and praising and turning him into a complete stuttering, stupid, blushing whiny mess on his bed ♡

- 🫒 anon (I hope you have a lovely day!)

Hello! Thank you so much, I'm super happy you were able to come to that conclusion after only 2 of my posts! 🩷

Like, seriously... I'm absolutely buzzing in my heart 🙏

I WILL write this (just started, actually) but I felt like I left this in the ask box for too long without replying! I've been a bit busy the past few days but this is definitely getting written soon, I'm excited about it!

The actual fic has a link to this post.

Link to the fic!

can i request florist boyfriend!tighnari with a gender neutral reader smut? i don’t really mind the length of it, but maybe ‘nari needs to… “unwind” after dealing unruly customers demanding to see the manager and treating him badly (when in reality, he is… in fact, the manager)

i just think ‘nari is the sweetest boy! he’s so used to taking care of us and giving us gifts, so perhaps it’s time that we take good care of him and shower him with some intimate and loving nighttime indulgences (top!reader x sub!tighnari)? <3

i hope i followed the format correctly :>>

Got a bit carried away, I hope this is what you wanted!

I didn't end up doing any actual penetration, it didn't feel needed with the way I took it! But if you want to see it, feel free to send in another ask and I'll try again! This is my first time writing smut so please be gentle with me!

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Stressful Business

Character: Sub!Tighnari // Reader: Dom!Gn

Genre: Smut // CW: massage, nipple play, handjob, slight biting, praise, pet name "baby" quite a bit, dumbification?

Plot: Yes // Word count: 3.8k

Two long hours. Is that really how long it's been? You double check the clock once more, but it doesn't change what you are now certain that you'd seen a second before.

Tighnari, your competent boyfriend of the past 3 years, has never once been home late from working at the flower shop he owned. Not without warning you of the possibility of such in the morning. But he hadn't done that today. He wasn't supposed to be late.

As much as you know you shouldn't worry about him - don't have to worry about him - you can't help the feeling that something has gone wrong...

'POP!' The gurgling crackle of the overflowing pan you'd left on the stove breaks your tense reverie.

"Oh shit!" You exclaim, before promptly forcing yourself to calm down once you realise it's not as bad as you thought, and move to turn down the heat and place the pan in the sink. You hope the contents haven't burned... that'd make Tighnari's night even worse than it likely already is.

He's been dropping hints lately that he'd been craving a particular dish that you knew him to be fond of: mushroom stew. Mushrooms were his favourite, after all. And, after planning to make it today, you'd kept it a surprise, knowing that regardless of his mood in the evening (right now), the reveal of the food would cheer him up! Hopefully.

You'd just started stirring the pot for a final time, when the front door to your and Tighnari's shared house suddenly opened. Had you been so lost in thought as to not even hear his keys jangling outside? (He often gets his keys out before even trying the handle to see if the door was indeed locked. Because of this, he'd locked himself outside plenty of times before now, and you're certain he'll do it again)

You wait to hear him call out to you as he always does, but his voice never comes. You're relieved that he's home, but now you're more worried as to whether or not he is okay... It's unusual for him not to seek you out first thing after returning home.

"Tighnari? Are you home? I'm in the kitchen!" You say, raising your voice only slightly, knowing that he'll hear it wherever in the house he is. In return, you hear his distinct voice uttering a displeased grumble, followed by a painful sounding hiss. At this, your brows furrow, and a minute later, his arms sneak around your front to hug you from behind, peeking over your shoulder. Turning your face slightly, you greet him with a quick peck on the cheek.

"You making dinner?" He asks simply, his voice holding a barely hidden sigh as he slumps behind you, obviously tired.

"Yeah," is your reply, keeping your voice a bit hushed to not hurt his sensitive ears, what with his extremely close proximity, "are you hungry? You seem a bit off..." He nuzzles his face into your neck, hiding his eyes as he leans on you for support against the counter top.

"Got a headache from work today... I'm not much in the mood to eat right now. Sorry..."

At this, you turn around and tenderly cup his face in your soft hands, making him look you directly in the eyes, wanting to properly convey your next message. "There's no need to apologise, 'Nari. It's okay if you're not feeling well, but I promise you're gonna want what I've made for you." You end, sending a knowing smile his way, and move to start serving the food.

"Go sit at the table, Nari! If you really don't want to eat it, that's okay. We can just heat it up later when you are hungry. Or I can make you an extra 'special' breakfast tomorrow~" Putting some emphasis on the word 'special', you shoot him a wink, to which he huffs and turns around quickly to hide his reddening cheeks, taking a seat at the table behind you, further back in the room. "Well, that's odd..." you think, normally he'd hit right back with some teasing of his own. He must've had a super hard day at the shop.

After a couple minutes of relatively comfortable silence, you break it, eagerly wanting to hear about what kept him away tonight, and brought him home in his testy mood. "Sooo... what happened? Bad day?"

He let out a sad sounding sigh, "To say the least... a few weeks ago, I had a customer come into the store wanting a bouquet comprised of hard-to-get flowers... because they don't grow in Sumeru."

You look over your shoulder as you let out an understanding hum, seeing him rearranging the vase of flowers displayed in the middle of the table. He'd brought them home a few days ago, and even then he'd spent an hour getting them to lay 'perfectly' as he'd said. He was just never satisfied, always having to focus on something. Perhaps that's why he's been getting so stressed recently... he just needs some help taking his mind off things... to relax.

"I told them then that it'd take a couple of weeks for the flowers to be shipped over, and even then, they weren't likely to make the journey healthy enough to survive. But, still, they wanted me to try anyway. Even though it wouldn't likely work." He rolls his eye, adding in an annoyed scoff, " they came in yesterday, and even I was surprised that they looked well; they stood tall, their colours vibrant, no fallen or ripped petals or leaves, and they looked amazing in the bouquet I arranged."

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his face softening upon seeing you so interested in his story, despite being busy with the food. "I honestly think it was the best one I've made yet, I would've loved for you to see it." He let's a weary smile make its way onto his face as you approach, holding a bowl of the mushroom stew in each hand, and setting it on the table in both of your places.

Upon realising what the food was, his ears perk up, nose twitching as he took a revering sniff, picking up the spoon you'd laid in front of him at the same time. "Oh, love... you really shouldn't have-"

"Shhh!" You interrupt, "I know what I do and don't have to do, Tighnari. And I know what I want to do for you." You take his hand across the table, gently running your thumb over his knuckles and feeling him soften under your touch. "Now finish your story and eat your dinner."

He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, the flush rising higher on his cheek bones. "Right... uh.. s-so the customer came in this morning to retrieve the bouquet, but then- and this is the most ridiculous complaint I've ever gotten thus far: the flowers weren't the right colour! They never specified a colour!" He threw his arms up I'm the air, still holding the spoon, as if he were still in disbelief. "They said, when they made the order, 'The colour doesn't matter'!"

Though his voice was full of fury, his eyes betrayed him: eyes wide and tearing up, he was blinking quickly in succession to try and bid them away. As he finished, his throat was wracked with barely fought down sniffles, "I spent the last two hours arguing, trying to come to an agreement with them, and eventually I had to make up a new flower arrangement including what we already had in the store..."

You stand up from your seat abruptly, taking your dish and stepping behind Tighnari. As you pass by him, you rest your hand on his shoulder, rubbing his taut muscles through the fabric, "you know that this incident has nothing to do with your skills, right, 'Nari? None of it was your fault. You had no obligation to continue helping that person, but you did because you're a good person. Unlike them." He pushed into your touch, a faint whine forcing its way through him before he could repress it. You could tell be the way that his alert ears pricked up then went slack that he'd liked your response, his inner instincts keening at the venom your voice held towards the rude customer, proud that you'd agreed with him.

Before he can get ahead of himself, you step away into the kitchen, but not before leaning down to press a slow kiss and a nip onto the back of his neck, and whispering next to his ear: "Finish your dinner, Tighnari. Don't keep me waiting too long..."

To which he replies with a barely audible, "Y-yes, Y/N..." with a certain shake in his voice.

Then, you place your bowl on the counter, ready to be washed later, before heading to the bedroom. Opening the door, you look back to see Tighnari shovelling the stew into his mouth, eating almost as quickly as possible, when he then notices you staring at him. He nearly chokes and looks away in embarrassment, covering his face with one hand. At that, you step into the bedroom and close the door behind you. He really can be quite immature, sometimes... as endearing as it is...

...

While undressing yourself and changing into some light sleeping clothes that you knew Tighnari liked, you begin some preparations. It seems as though your dear boyfriend could do with some... stress relief, to say the least. After everything he does: working so hard at the flower shop, being so caring towards you, and even bringing home some flowers every now and then for you, you decide that it's time for you to pay back some of those amassing favours to him...

You start by blowing out the flames of the scented candles around the room, preventing them from disturbing Tighnari's sensitive nose, but still letting their calming scent and effects roam through the air. Then, you go into the bathroom, open a cupboard, and pull out some massage oil and a towel; after touching his shoulder earlier, you knew that his muscles were extremely tense, and you were going to help him with that tonight.

No more than 10 minutes later, Tighnari opens the door, walking into the dimly lit room, the only light being that of the few unscented candles that you'd left burning. His eyes met your own as you sat on the bed, your lips upturned in a welcoming smile as you motioned for him to come closer. He eyed the towel and bottle of lotion next to you with an air of suspicion, then met your eyes again, one of his eyebrows going upwards in a questioning manner.

In response, you sigh and roll your eyes playfully, starting, "I'm giving you a massage, silly." You pat the bed in front of you, urging him to sit on the edge. "C'mon, 'Nari, hop up here and sit down like a good boy!" You knew just how to get the reaction you wanted.

He growled in warning. There it was.

Usually he'd try to put up a bit of a fight when you did this, denying the praise and demeaning acts, declaring that he "hated being treated like a pet!", but you knew better. You knew the truth.

You knew he loved it. And you knew he was too exhausted to play his usual games tonight, that he'd accept and do anything you wanted. Because tonight, he wanted to hear those words.

"Good boy." You let out as barely more than a whisper, voice soft and encouraging as he comes closer, turning around to sit between your thighs, sitting right on the edge of the bed. Just where you want him. "I knew you could do it, 'Nari." He looked back at you over his shoulder, a deceiving glare shadowed his features, but his tail was wagging discreetly. After the years of living with him, of loving him, of playing with him, you knew exactly how to read his reactions.

Not paying any mind to his slightly rude actions, you slowly slide your hands up under his shirt, making him flinch a bit in surprise before he eases into your warm touch. Splaying your fingers flat against his stomach, tracing each curve and line, dragging your nails lightly against the tight skin of his abdomen, you do anything you can to make his breath hitch, to make his chest rise faster and faster, until he can't help but beg you to do more. To touch him more, to give him more. He could be so greedy sometimes, your Tighnari, but you were glad that he was comfortable enough to act that way around you. You wouldn't want him any other way.

"Are you going to take your shirt off for me, baby?" You chuckle softly at his confused expression. During your ministrations, his eyes had drifted closed and his lips had strayed open to let out his content breaths, but upon your arm pulling away, his eyes had shot open, his mouth has slammed shut, and his hand had darted out to grab tight a hold of your receding wrist. "Well how else am I gonna give you a massage, hmm?"

"You could always just give me one through my clothes... or are you not that good?" He smirks at you over his shoulder, the light that can usually be found in his sly eyes finally shining bright again.

"Oh, but then it wouldn't feel as good! And tonight is all about helping you, Tighnari, I want you to relax for me..." You place a hand on his cheek and guide him to face you, giving him a deep kiss. When you pull away, he chases after you, trying to capture your lips with his again. "Do you think you can do that for me?"

He grumbles an answer, and even just from the implied tone you can guess what it meant, but you want to be sure, you want to take care of him and give him what he needs. "I want you to tell me properly, baby. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want what I'm going to give you." You look him in the eyes, imploring him to obey.

And, just like that, he crumbles.

"I want you, I want this, please, Y/N..." He begs, shifting to take off his shirt in a hurry, as if he couldn't possibly wait to feel your hands on him again.

This is how things always go between you and Tighnari; he pretends he doesn't need your help, pretends he will be fine without your touch, when, in reality, he craves it, begs for it with so much as a slight prod or a threat of receiving nothing. He's so easy to read, and yet, still just as fun as when you first met.

As soon as his shirt is peeled from his body, he casts it off into the room, only to be found in the morning, and as soon as it is out of the way, he reaches to grab your arms. You let him, of course. You just can't help giving him what he wants, especially when he's being so open about it, so... needy.

He leads your hands straight to fondle his nipples as he coaches your fingers to play with them just the way he wants, pinching, pulling, flicking and circling them as he groans, whines, whimpers and cries. This is the loudest he's ever been so soon after starting, and you haven't even really done anything yet... maybe you should just let him use you however he wants at some point? Make him tell you exactly what he wants, where he wants it, make him tell you how to do it, as if you don't already know what makes him cum the hardest... and the fastest... let him think he has control, only to make him submit and beg for forgiveness when you refuse to help him anymore, watch as the embarrassment paints his face a deep red as he realises he was giving you what you wanted the entire time... Well. That's for another night, perhaps. Tonight, right now, all your generous, caring boyfriend needs is some loving touches and sweet pleasure.

Once he is certain that your fingers will continue the set rhythm on his perky, pink nipples, Tighnari moves his hands to traverse his own body, surfing across the soft planes of his stomach and thighs, working himself up for you, just as you've taught him before now.

One of your hands moves away from him and to your side, reaching to grab the massage oil you'd planned to use before Tighnari got ahead of himself. He complains about it, but you know this will make it all that much better for him in the end, so you ignore his pitiful questioning whines and shuffles.

You spurt a few small pumps of the oil onto your palms, running them along his body where he'd been stroking himself a few mere seconds ago, giving him more lubrication to warm himself up and provide more pleasure in even the simplest of touches. In addition to this, you begin kissing and nipping his neck, littering bruises and bite marks of different sizes and severity trailing from his jaw down to his shoulders. Each bite earns a high keen from deep within him and a tilt of his head, readily giving you even more access to the surface he so wants you to bite into, to mar and stake your ownership.

"You're such a good boy for me, baby... so, so good. You want me this much? Yeah? Want me to claim you as my own, make you mine and let everyone know?"

He lets out an unabashed moan at that, nodding desperately in agreement, "mhm! W-want you so bad, wanna be yours, wanna be your- mmh! Y-your good boy!"

Leaving his hard nipples lonely before they become uncomfortable sensitive from your teasing, you smooth your fingers along his strong, slender shoulders, pressing into the crevices and rubbing in the oil, continuing the massage that he was so ready to forget and push past, wanting to skip straight to the main act. But, as you've come to learn, while Tighnari loves to care for you and your well being, he can be quick to forego his own. Well, you're going to show him right now, that taking care of himself can feel amazing. Starting with a massage.

You press and grind into all of his muscles, slowing the frantic pace that he has set for himself. He cries out, upset that you're teasing him further, but he quickly shuts up when you pull lightly on the base of his tail.

"Shush, baby. Trust me here... it'll feel good."

You gradually work your way down, following after his own hands in their wanton display of lust, feeling out the tense knots in his muscles and working them beneath your insistent fingers and the lubricant oil until the stresses on his body yield and he sighs and moans in relief. You work his abs, his arms, his thighs, all the way to the top, where you pull away just before making it to where he wants you most.

He breaks.

"Pl- hah! Please! Please Y/N, touch me! I'll be such a good boy! I need it so bad!" He sobs, crystalline tears finally falling, begging as he shakes under your calm gaze.

"Awh, 'Nari... there's no need to cry, baby... you know I'll always give you what you want, right? I just want to take care of you first."

You press your lips against his again to take his mind off of it, pushing your tongue into his mouth when he gasps. For a few seconds, he tries to take control, pushing against your tongue and attempting to set the pace, but he quickly learns that he much prefers when you take the lead, letting his spit swap and mix with yours as your tongues slide against each other, swallowing each other's noises.

Again, you uncap the oil bottle, spilling a generous drizzle onto your open hand, and take it to his ready and aching cock. Instantly, as your hand wraps around him, the clear oil mixes with milky white, precum drooling from his sobbing slit. He mewls at the touch, unconsciously bucking his hips up into the wet, tight heat enveloping his cock head. One hand slipping over his hard cock over and over again, and the other swapping between each nipple, giving them both equal attention, you proceed to kiss him at the same time, nipping his lips with each pullback for breath. You're overwhelming his senses, making him feel so much more, and even the lewd 'shlik shlik shlik' that resounds around the room only serves to make him shudder and whine and beg for more.

"Please, please- Ahhn~ Please~!" Is the constant moan streaming from his mouth, as if there were a dam inside of him that could no longer be contained.

Just from his erratic mannerisms you knew he was close: the tightening of his hands on your thighs, the shaking of his legs as they hang over the side of the bed, his ears twitching and tail jerking faster and faster.

"Cum for me, baby. It's okay, just relax... let it all out..."

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he stiffens, a silent cry forcing his lips wide, tiny squeals of his voice intermittently ringing out when his throat loosens enough to let them escape.

Still, as he's coming down from the high of it all, you continue to stroke his now sensitive cock until he begins shaking, and his face scrunches in displeasure. Only then, do you release him, guiding him to lay back comfortably in the pillows of the bed.

5 minutes later, after a short break and a continued massage all the way up both legs, -which he did, admittedly, enjoy- Tighnari leans up onto his elbows, staring down at you in your position between his thighs.

"Uh.. mmm.... do you.. -I mean, should I return the favour? Can I make you feel good? Or is that not allowed?"

Ah. It'd seem as though he's beginning to regain his wits enough to start being snarky again, accompanied with that signature little smirk he always wears when he's proud of himself. Seems the shock to his senses was just what he needed.

Maybe he could do with some more.

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Thursday evenings

Character: Zhongli // Reader: Gn

Genre: Smut // CW: NSFW, public exhibitionism, dry humping, some pet names, slight edging, slight humiliation, slight pain, slight praise

Plot: Yes // Word count: 3.3k

Ah, lovely Thursday evenings... each the same as the next: tiring, bringing hope for the end of the week, and, thankfully, they're usually quite uneventful. At least, they're supposed to be. For everyone except you, it'd seem. Though you suppose you can't complain. After all, you signed up for this when becoming Zhongli's official partner; respected and envied. Though also surprisingly more exhausted than you used to be. Who'd have known?

Now, that's not to say that you're working more than usual. No, that's not it at all. If anything, you've been working less since meeting and, soon after, dating Zhongli! You still have your job, though recently you've taken it upon yourself to stay up later than previously after realising just how late Zhongli finishes work each day.

Because the days when you both work often intersect, you have found it much easier to meet up during the small moments that you both have a break. It just so happens that that often ends up being either during lunch (when you both have too little time to truly enjoy the brief lunch date) or for dinner on a night-time, when you're both a little grouchy -him from working all day, and you from waiting for him to finish working all day, while also attending to your own job. And frankly, it's so late that you're no longer in the mood to eat a substantial meal, despite how hungry you are from holding off and waiting for him.

However, you push past this small discomfort, and enjoy this weekly tradition with your boyfriend; eating together at the same restaurant every Thursday night. The streets are near empty at this time, a dim glow descending on each pathway from the lanterns hanging from doorways and shop signs. Not many people line the walkway aisles, leaving you to enjoy the calm stroll from your and zhongli's shared house, whilst listening to the distant hum, carried on the soft arms of the breeze, of families and shop owners settling down for the night.

Upon reaching the restaurant, you push open the door, walking inside to see the already familiar sight of which you grow more accustomed to with each visit: the barely crowded dining room, a good few guests at the front, and the couple of odd ones out, whose numbers dwindle lower and lower the closer to the back you look. Though the one thing out of place, the one thing you hadn't expected to see, was your meticulous boyfriend, Zhongli, sitting at a different table than the one you always share.

At this point, the staff know to reserve that specific table for you both every Thursday night, and knowing this means that he must've made a particular request for them to change it. You were eager to find out why.

You stride straight over to the table at which he resides, moving past the employee at the front desk with a brief smile and a friendly wave. They knew who you were by now, and weren't all that eager to uphold small rules and courtesies at the risk of delaying Mr Zhongli's busy schedule.

After weaving between the obstacle course of tables and chairs, you pass behind your beloved boyfriend, your hand pressing onto his shoulder as you squeeze behind him and onto the seat at his side, informing him of your presence. At this, he turns to you and his lips lift in that warm expression he always wears when around you, the one that never fails to awaken the little butterflies that dance about in your stomach and light the cosy fireplace in your heart.

He's always reminding you how much he cares for you; even when he doesn't mean to show it. It makes you realise that you do it, too, without intention. You suppose it's the reason why even before you started dating him, there were already rumours flying through the crowds of the city. You simply couldn't hide your infatuation with him, and, so it seems, neither could he.

"Good evening, dear. I trust your journey here was as eventful as ever?" He starts the conversation before you even get a chance, his tone as serious as ever, despite the obvious joke not-so-hidden in his words.

You sidle up a little closer to him, intertwining your arm with his and jabbing him lightly in the side, a smile tugging at your lips, "I'd hardly call it a 'journey', with the few minutes it takes to get here." You answer, shifting your natural tone of voice to match his, though you're not as used to sounding so professional, "and yes, the odd leaf that tried to tackle me through every step nearly made me pass out with fear! I thought I'd never make it out to tell the tale..." You drift off, looking to the side and pretending to gaze off into the distance, as if troubled by reliving this over-exaggerated memory. Upon hearing no response, you shift your gaze back over to your lover, who you find staring at you with his ever-present, intense eyes, filled with love, rather than the humouring response that you'd hoped for.

Well. You hardly suppose you can be mad at him for wanting to keep things more serious, what with him seeming to have some kind of intention tonight, if the odd seating is anything to go off of. Ah, right. That reminded you, you were far too curious to let him ease you into whatever this was the way he has surely planned. You know far too well that he'll drag this out for as long as possible, perhaps without even meaning to, sometimes.

To start, you ask about his day. Basic, you note to yourself, but he seems to like answering the meandering questions first, and then hearing your response to the same thing. And so that is what happens. He's easy to please, you've noticed. Though you suppose it's likely because he's already experienced most of the excitement he needs in life, and is ready to settle down. Which is why you are glad to have met and gotten on so well with him: you were looking for the exact same thing... though you suspect you may have gotten a bit more than you bargained for with him. Just an inkling.

Seemingly distracted by talking, he slides his arm around you and prompts you to come closer, comfortably laying his hand on your side, between your hip and thigh. He begins tracing slow shapes over the fabric of your clothing. He does this often when he is busy delving into the depths of his mind, aware of his surroundings, though not completely focused as he searches for the correct information pertaining to the topic at hand.

He's rambling again. As is to be expected of Zhongli. To save yourself and anyone listening in -as unlikely as this is, with the small amount of clientèle tonight- from having to listen to the smooth baritone of his voice all night (what a shame that'd be), you lean over and steal his lips into a kiss. A brief one, but a kiss all the same. And yours and Zhongli's kisses are always memorable.

After a few delightful seconds, he pulls away, aware of the waiter making his way over to the table after re-entering the dining room through the passage way to the kitchen. At this, Zhongli leans closer to you, inquiring, "Would you like our usual, dearest?" To which you respond with a simple nod of your head. When the waiter arrives at your table, he is sent away quite quickly, already knowing what you're likely to order, his suspicions proven when Zhongli places the order before he can even get a chance to welcome you back.

This unusual display is what truly centres in your mind that something is different tonight. Where Zhongli would normally inquire as to how business is doing at the restaurant, and overall being very friendly to the waitstaff, tonight he shuts down any start to a conversation with them before it even gets a chance to start in the first place. Now, to be certain, Zhongli was in no way rude in his ways of shutting down the talk. As always, he relied on his natural charisma and tactics to befuddle the unfortunate waiter, forcing him to leave so as to figure out how to respond to Zhongli's odd behaviour in his own time, where he wouldn't be put on the spot, out in the open. Though, you did still feel bad for the poor boy, surely feeling embarrassed, if his reddening cheeks as he turned to leave were anything to go by.

Once the waiter is out of sight, Zhongli pulls you onto his lap, sideways on, so you can still face him. This, admittedly, happens more often than you could count. Though, unlike the regular safe, comforting atmosphere of the position, something in the tense stature of his body convinces your own to follow, as if it were an unspoken rule that something wasn't right. Something was different.

Before you can ask, you stifle a surprised squeak when Zhongli instead nuzzles into the side of your neck, laving slow, precise kisses along your neck and jaw. As this goes on, you progressively get warmer and more worked up, your grip on his sleeve tightening where his hand rests on your thigh. He's leaving you in suspense, unsure of if he's really going to take this further in such a public area; another part of you hopes that he will. Trailing his kisses up to your ear, he begins to whisper, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin and teasing a ticklish shiver down your spine. He whispers:

"Dearest, please do answer my question," he prepares, a tone of secrecy inlying within the statement, "I've taken notice that, recently, you've been getting more and more aroused in public settings, especially... here." Your thighs clench together automatically, as if attempting to hide the fact that, indeed, you were already beginning to get excited, just by his words and teasing touches alone. "After our... serious talk earlier this month, I'd assumed you were trying to hint that I was taking too long to adhere to your requests. Is that what you think, dearest?"

Ah, so he had remembered. As much as it had flustered you during the moment and lead up to, you'd been satisfied with how the situation had turned out. Zhongli had agreed to test out your fantasies of 'playing in public' as he so indecently liked to put it. You swear, he only did that to embarrass you further, only dropping his stonework front to overwhelm you with humiliation when he says "It's really nothing to be worried about, dear. It's simply one of your needs that has been neglected thus far, and I am looking forward to correcting my mistake shortly." Of course, this only served to make you more withdrawn for the duration of the conversation, which was his actual plan, you're sure, if the smirk he wore was anything to go by. Perhaps that was his idea of easing you into the vulnerable nature of the public exhibition you'd asked for, testing your reactions when it was only him to be conscious of.

At your silence to his question, he continues, "Ah, so you did. I've only neglected you further, haven't I, dearest? Only, I've been planning this night since our... 'special' conversation. You remember the one," he implies with a careless wave of his free hand, "so, I thought it'd be good to start here." Even though it is a statement, he looks to you, turning you to face him with a gentle guiding hand pressed to your cheek, waiting for you to agree.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you nod and kiss him again, your throat tight from the suddenness of the surprise situation, rendering you speechless. His arms slide around to your front and pull you back into his chest, before taking a gentle but firm hold on your hips and pressing into them. His long, graceful fingers pull the fabric taut under his ministrations as he turns your entire body to sit directly on his lap, facing forwards, all the while keeping contact through your kiss.

He pulls away from the kiss and uses the hand he kept pressed to your cheek to turn you to face forward again, telling you to: "Look out for the waiter, he shouldn't be gone too long." He then starts kissing your neck and biting your ear, before laying both arms across the tops of your thighs in a carefree manner, as if he has all the time in the world.

When you don't take any initiative, he bucks up, pressing his growing erection into you, the movement slight enough to disguise it as a simple shift of position to a stray eye, but the sluggishness of the action proving that it was intentional to wind you up. You bite your lip and shift on his lap, trying to entice him into doing it again, which he ignores. You turn to ask him what he is doing, and he tells you, "Be patient, we're in public, remember," at which you flush and snap your head back into place. Now looking ahead, you quietly curse him under your bated breath for being a hypocrite when he started it all, which earns you a harsh grip on the inside of your thigh, cutting you off mid-sentence with your own gasp at the introduction of pain.

Nothing more happens except for a few teasing thrusts from Zhongli, but you stifle any noises and hold back your bratty complaints. "Good work, my dear, you learn so quickly." Oh. Oh, he really said that. He knows how much it turns you on to hear him title you as his own, as if you were a treasure to be captured and kept safe under his own watchful gaze; as if it would pain him to see you in the arms of someone else, as unlikely as it was to happen -which is, entirely unlikely.

Unfortunately, the waiter comes back all too quickly, just as Zhongli had predicted. Damn him for being good at his job, you think to yourself, knowing that he wasn't actually doing anything wrong or different than every other week you're here, in fact.

You both begin eating, not much being said due to the feeling of having to keep quiet, even though you're not doing anything particularly scandalous right now. You, begrudgingly, and Zhongli, with a distinct upwards pull to his lips, such an aggravating smirk.

"Will that be all?" Asks the waiter upon returning again once you're done eating.

"Actually, I believe we'd like some dessert, if you wouldn't mind. Anything will do, right, love?" At this, you glare at Zhongli, a glowering scowl darkening your eyes, to which he has no reaction. The waiter then leaves to put in the order for dessert.

Then, once more, Zhongli takes your hips in his hands and starts guiding you along to grind slowly on his lap, so as not to draw attention to the movement. You gasp and grip onto his knee with one hand and the edge of the table with the other, looking around to see if any of the customers still around you have noticed, releasing some of the tension in your body when you see that they're none the wiser. This continues for a few minutes until you get impatient again and try to press down harder on Zhongli's hard on. He lets you do as you want for a while longer, relaxing his hold on your hips and kissing you gently, before taking control again when you start getting close, slowing your erratic movements but continuing to build it up.

You're about to cum when the waiter starts coming back over. Again. Your head is lolled back on Zhongli's shoulder, eyes closed, and you open them when he stops his movements, cutting off your orgasm. You're about to whine about it when you notice the waiter not far from you. You straighten up quickly, whimpering at the rough friction it gives to your sensitive and aching core, and the sad knowledge that you won't be building back up to your orgasm until after finishing your plate...

The waiter delivers the dessert and leaves right after, now picking up on the hint that tonight you are not to be disturbed. You can't look at his face from embarrassment, which amuses Zhongli. "You're the one who wanted to try this," he admonishes lightly, and you swat at him softly in retaliation, which makes him laugh and you both start to eat again.

Once you're both finished eating, Zhongli suddenly starts grinding you on his lap, pushing his hips up into you intermittently, finally letting out a few quiet groans of his own after his steadfast silence up until now. Your core is winding up faster this time because of how close you got earlier, and the fact that zhongli is now also moving and seems more eager to release gets you excited that he'll let you cum this time.

But then, the waiter comes back to clear up the table, and you both halt in your movements. Or, Zhongli does, but you continue to sway your hips, chasing your oh-so-close climax, before he tightens his grip immediately, digging his fingertips and nails deep into the flesh of your hips, likely creating bruises despite the layer of clothing separating the two. Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite down a groan of pain before it can creep its way out of your throat.

While the waiter cleans up the table, Zhongli rests his head over your shoulder, addressing the waiter, "Thank you for the lovely evening, we'd like to take the cheque now. Y/N here is getting a bit tired, or perhaps sick, it would seem. Don't you agree?" You open your mouth to reply, averting your darting eyes, when you're interrupted by the waiter who takes a slow rove over your body position and expression.

"Yes, sir, they do seem a bit weak, maybe too warm as well. I'll go get the cheque right away."

Once gone, you instantly start moving on Zhongli's lap after begging him over your shoulder. He lets you move at your own pace, and you cum quickly, the tight coil snapping in your stomach, sending tendrils of pleasure rushing through your veins, and unknowingly creating a dark, wet mess on zhongli's pants. You're struggling to choke down your moans in fear of the other remaining patrons hearing, but Zhongli's continued movements keep pushing you further and further into a delirious frenzy of ecstasy.

However, Zhongli doesn't get to cum. Before he can, the waiter is back with the bill. On his way to the table, zhongli huffs out a growl and leads you to stand up with him, leaning down to whisper with a gruff drawl in his voice, as if he was holding back, "Don't think we're done yet... wait until we get home." and straightens himself up again.

He leads you forward to greet the waiter and get the cheque, his hand on your ass despite the fact that the few customers within visual distance will definitely see if they look over. Not that they'd ever condemn Mr Zhongli for an act that isn't all that uncommon among couples. The most that would come of the display would be some jealous gossip.

He takes the bill and his face drops as he checks his pockets. He turns to you, looking both slightly embarrassed himself and taunting for bringing attention to you even while you're still a bit worked up from your orgasm, sweaty and flushed. He says, with a smile that doesn't look very apologetic, "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten to bring any mora with me again."

"Did you bring your wallet, dearest?"

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Hello! I'd like to hear your thoughts, so please comment to let me know what you think!

My first one-shot on this account is coming soon! It's a smut fic with zhongli x gn reader, but it's going to be longer than I originally thought and I don't even know how long it'll end up being. Maybe it won't be as long as I expect.

So, here begs the question: would you prefer one long post, or a post split into two parts?

I personally would prefer one post, and I know that other writers post very long ones as a single post, but I feel like that might be too intense for a first post? Idk I might be overthinking but please let me know what you prefer!