Can I Request Florist Boyfriend!tighnari With A Gender Neutral Reader Smut? I Dont Really Mind The Length

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

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Incest/stepcest // threesome.

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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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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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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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