Hiiiii Guess Who's Bothering You Again I Hereby Kindly Request You Indulge In My Brainrots With Some

hiiiii guess who's bothering you again 😈 i hereby kindly request you indulge in my brainrots with some headcanons hehe

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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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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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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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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HIIII ITS ME THE 🫒 ANON!! that fic was. absolutely beautiful. i've spent all morning gushing over it oh my god this was the most scrumdiddlyiumptious literary masterpiece i have ever read, you managed to characterize the character i had envisioned for the nymph it just came out absolutely perfect i am flabbergasted. I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS SKCIKDMD I HAVE NO WORDS!!!

Thank you so much! Haha I didn't expect it to turn out so long.

I'm glad you like it since I made you wait like 2 weeks! If you want, feel free to make another request at any point, but keep in mind that right now I'm only doing smut with no plot or headcanons (unless I accidentally add plot...) since it'll hopefully take less time! 🩷

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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