Can I Request Tighnari With Cockwarming? I Love Your Writing And Id Love To Know How He Would Act In

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

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

Cockwarming with Tighnari

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From here, a few things could happen:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello! Quick question, please lmk in the comments!

Which characters are you guys most interested in reading smut fics/headcanons for? This can be in general or just recenty.

I'm planning on writing some headcanons for Genshin characters so I can try to train myself into writing some shorter stuff (if you've seen my other 3 Genshin fics on this account you'll know what I mean).

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Thursday evenings

Character: Zhongli // Reader: Gn

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

Plot: Yes // Word count: 3.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you bring your wallet, dearest?"

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

-Kat (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

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

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

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