Off The Curb-!

off the curb-!

✩ pairing: tartaglia + reader

✩ cw: fem!reader gn pronouns, exhibitionism, mean!childe, dom/sub dynamics, thigh fucking, clit play, degradation, use of word “whore” once, public sex

✩ trashy ending bc I’m lazy 🫶

You don’t think he could possibly get any worse.

“Quit your whining,” He spits across your shoulders, your face smushed against the stone blocks. You flutter your eyes at the incessant drag of his cock between your thighs. The shake of them ignored by the ginger who’s hellbent on making a humiliated mess out of you.

This is incredibly risky, not only is he fucking where anyone could see - but the bastard is slipping his cock between your wet thighs instead of fucking you. Nipping at your exposed neck, slobbering against the skin as he mutters for you to shut up.

Your skirt is hiked down enough for him to slip between and rut against you, bare ass on display as your bitch of a boyfriend teases you to tears. The slope of your back arched into his hands as Liyue harbor’s breeze drifts across your bare skin.

Anyone could see if they stumbled a bit to far into the shaded, cut-off back alley - they’d see the way your hands are splayed on the brick as you clench your legs together. The man behind you gripping your hips as he ruts his sloppy dripping cock between your plushy thighs. His head pressing against your shoulder blade as he drools across your back.

“Tartaglia-“ you start, the distant whine crawling up your throat as you feel the denial and the emptiness pulse in your throbbing cunt. Your clit aching and throbbing as his hot red tip catches each drag. He won’t let you cum, pushing you on the precipice of release and dragging his hips back when you get too close.

“Shut up.” He groans, a gloved hand pressing your face against the hard brick behind you. He’s sure your cheek is getting scratched against the rock but you don’t seem to mind all that much. Mewls slipping from your shiny kissed-bruised lips, hips trying to meet his thrusts and catch his cock inside your folds.

“So damn loud, do you want to get caught?” You moan, feeling the sloppy cherry tip swipe along your drippy puffy clit. Your ass pressed against his pelvis as the man slips in and out between your soft inner thighs, wet schlicking of the sticky mess echoes around the alleyway.

It bleeds into the air of faint nighttime chatter, the smell of grilled tiger fish and lily flower perfume sitting heavy in the air.

His belt buckle presses into the fat of your ass, printing pretty star shape crescents into the flesh. “Fuck- m’so close, so fucking close. Gonna paint your cunt, leave you with cum runnin’ down your thighs.”

You simper, biting the flesh of your lip as you wiggle your ass against him, hoping it might be enough. He’s just a few inches from slipping inside and pounding you to oblivion, and you’re running out of time.

Any moment now a Fauti member could meander past, needing his help. Or a drunk bastard could stumble in and witness you getting thigh-fucked by the harbinger.

“Please, fuck- Tartaglia please,” you’ve got crystalline tears pooling on your lashline, beading down your cheeks as you beg for reprieve. Squeezing your thighs together as tight as you can, pocketing his wet cock.

He brushes across your clit each time, throbbing against it. Silken slit running across the engorged tissue like a sticky kiss, it’s cruel. You feel a tickle behind your neck from his hair and he’s reaching around to slip a hand down to pinch and pull your puffy bud.

“Goin’ stupid from just the tip?” He snarks, lip curled around his teeth as he flashes his gums. His glove is drenched from rolling your clit between his fingers, the fabric soaked and making you tremble. Loosening your hold on his cock that ruts between your legs.

“Tighten up,” he bites, ignoring how you whine that it’s too much when he pets your folds, “close your fucking legs or I’m letting everyone in this city know how much of a whore you are.”

You can’t help the moan that bubbles in your throat, tears spilling over and pouring down your cheeks. Your cheek burns from the brick, face smushed against the wall for so long. You clench your muscles, making a tight sleeve for Childe to fuck himself between. The slick that leaks from your pussy and precum that beads down his slit are perfect for making it easy.

You scratch at the wall, nails dragging down the brick as you thrust yourself down onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your skull at the way your clit pulses and your cunt throbs. “Cumming- shit, I’m cumming-!”

Childe doesn’t stop rubbing circles over your twitchy bud, groaning when you squeal and squirt over his rabbiting length. Hissing as he pushes your face harder into the wall, using his other hand to haul your hip up and watch your ruined cunt as he spills all over it. Milky white making webby strings across your dewy skin, pussy fluttering around nothing.

“There you go, look so good like this.” He mumbles, hands keeping your hips steady as you pant into the air. Dragging a soaked gloved digit up your creamy folds, smiling at how you jump in his hold.

Childe is quickly working your skirt back on and turning you around. He kisses you sloppily before trying to usher you back into you the crowded street but you tug his sleeve.

“What about,” you trail off with a bashful look on your face, ironically. And Childe is sneering down at you,

“What is it sweetheart?”

You squirm, “my panties, you- I have” you squeak all mousey. Childe grins, smoothing out your skirt and cupping your flushed face.

“What? You have you my cum dripping down your legs, is that it?” He coos at you, making mocking baby noises as you push at his impossibly hard chest.

“Shut up, you did this,” you upturn your nose to him, moving to walk out of the alley and the ginger snatches your face in his palm. Catching your cheeks and pushing them outward in a pouty fishy face that makes him grin.

“Watch it,” He warns, navy pupils glinting with a new hint of mischief. “Or I won’t be so nice next time.”

You hope so.

+ fem!reader. implied age gap. breeding kink. itto is a dirty mf. asshole rubbing. ahegao description. uh drool. unprotected. mentions of mating press. this one’s originally a gojou drabble but the jjk tags hate me so here we are. this blog is nothing but breeding kink drabbles now so repetition of dialogues but we don’t care about that, okay? okay. <33

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“you’ve cum so much,” you hiccup, long and manicured nails grasping at his face while your legs fold over his shoulders, “‘m gonna get pregnant.”

fucking you in missionary never gets old. itto likes the pure dominance he has over you every time, folding your thighs over his shoulders with your knees pressed to your ears as he pops the fat crown of his leaking cock into your cunt walls.

“well, pretty, that’s the whole point.” he grins at you, eyes piercing like a bolt as he guides you above him. “fold your thighs and lean closer to me.”

itto’s torso is sandwiched between your thighs. in your current position, he has the best view of your swollen tits and the best angle to fuck his cock deeply upwards. after all, he thinks his pretty baby would look absolutely gorgeous with his cum dribbling down her cunt.

“but… but ‘m still in college!” you whine, grabbing at his shoulder when he starts to milk himself with your fluttering walls once again. “can’t have… a baby!”

itto grunts, his balls clamping up and down aggressively with every hard pump of his hips. “you can, angel,” he groans, nails digging into your soft flesh, “you’ll be the prettiest with your belly bump.”

you are fucked, so, so well. itto’s heart clenches at your sight: eyes hazy, looking dumb and adorable on his cock. he continues to pant, pitching his hips deeper before reaching and stretching your ass to rub your asshole with his middle finger.

“itto!” you deliriously whine, pelvis bouncing and grinding. the lewd action has you dizzy, eyes blown wide, teeth clashing as drool dribbles down your chin.

itto buzzes with lust he cannot think straight. hissing and panting at the viselike grip your pussy has on him— you cannot just let his cock go.

“say it, baby, say it,” he chants before uncontrollable moans filled his mouth, “need to hear it. use your pretty mouth.”

you grin, vision blurring, finally giving him what he wants. your mouth turns into a small ‘o’, as lewd sticky smacking fills the room. “‘m gonna make you a daddy, itto.”

—

by 8kh.

And he listens anyway.

(Not ship) Pillow Diluc and armrest Kaeya (real).

“it stings.”

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, mentioned minor character

# — summary: he's your partner. nobody else's.

# — warnings: mildly suggestive; descriptions of making out, hickies

# — tags: fluff, touch of angst, communication, minor character is stupid, zuzu still wants to make out with kazuha, pretty self-indulgent

# — notes: FINALLY. I FINALLY GOT TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. SHAKING AND CRYING, I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. reblogs and reactions are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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something’s... off about you.

it's no secret that nature often lends kazuha a hand when observing other people. he can hear the faintest things and pick up on the most minute details with ease -- especially when it comes to you.

for example: shortly after you two first met, after only three rounds during your first sparring match, he knew that you'd injured your wrist a few years back and gave you specific pointers on how to relieve the pain. now, even after going an entire day without seeing you, he somehow knows how you're feeling with no more than a simple glance and knows how to treat you accordingly. kazuha adjusts to things very easily, but he quickly became attuned to you without thinking; the breeze that follows close behind you is one he's familiar with, one he's grown to love deeply.

but for the past couple of days, however, something's been polluting the air you usually carry about with you. it feels like... tension, to say the least.

kazuha isn't too sure if you've realized this yet, but your smiles are thinner and looking a little forced. you're holding him closer at night (he didn't even think it possible, yet here you were) and your shoulders look tight from what he can see. you've also started working your jaw whenever you're quiet. it's not as obvious as he's making it seem, but as someone who trained himself to know all that makes you you, he can spot any oddities from a mile away.

you, on the other hand, are busy wondering why kazuha is so fucking dense.

you didn't think it possible what with how scarily observant he can be at times, but as he chats with some girl aboard the alcor (jiang -- you found out her name against your will), you wonder how he can't see what's right in front of his face.

right now, jiang is giving kazuha the "eyes" -- you would know, because you do it to him as a joke. she's got her head tilted to the side like some curious puppy, and she practically melts every time he smiles. (which is all the time, by the way. this is making you sick.)

you're also standing right next to him as he speaks. you'd think jiang would be more subtle about this.

kazuha turns his head to the side suddenly. he must've heard someone calling his name. "i'll be taking my leave," he tells the two of you. he looks at you and you feel your breath catch. for a second, you damn near forgot why you were so upset. "i'm sorry to leave you alone. beidou seems to need me."

well, fuck.

"it's no problem." you half-lie, mirroring his smile. "go before she gets impatient."

ever the charmer, kazuha takes your hand and brings your fingers to his lips before departing, leaving you with your heart reluctantly racing in your chest. god damn him.

a very uncomfortable silence descends upon you and jiang. you can feel her eyes boring into the side of her head. don't speak to me, you think. don't say a fucking word, don't speak, just stay quiet--

"you're so lucky." jiang sounds so dejected that it makes you look at her. you have to school your expression into an even one -- god forbid you show her just how much you loathe being near her. "he's such a good guy."

at least she knows he's taken. you feel your chest swell with a little bit of pride. "he really is." you have to swallow back the urge to brag.

jiang sighs wistfully. "must be nice..."

it is, you almost say. you bite your tongue. maybe it's best if you leave her to her own devices for now; you should be the bigger person. you say a quick goodbye and head off to find some work to do. the further you are from her, the better.

unfortunately, the universe has other plans.

a question: why is it that when you're trying to avoid someone, you keep seeing them everywhere? because you see jiang everywhere. not only that, you're often tasked with being near her.

like now; you're mapping out some stuff before you send it over to zhiqiong for finalization, and who else but jiang would come by to keep you company? she's helpful, surprisingly, but somehow, kazuha keeps coming up in conversation.

"where did we last see those remnants of osial's wife?" you ask her softly, your eyes fixed on the sheet. you point to a place near the compass in the corner. "was it here?"

jiang hums and points to an area closer to land. "more like here," she says, "i remember someone saying to stay on high alert because of how dangerously close it was to that fishing village."

"right, thanks. now, where did that cargo wash up? near ritou--?"

"kazuha likes fish, doesn't he?" jiang asks. her question takes you off-guard. it must show, because she apologizes, her face flushing. "i'm sorry, that was really off-topic. it's just-- i noticed that he gets a little excited whenever the chefs grill fish, so..."

you keep your expression as even as you possibly can and try to give her the benefit of the doubt. kazuha isn't very subtle with information like that. everyone knows that he likes grilled fish -- it was one of the first and only things people knew about him for a while. "yeah, he's, uh," you shift your eyes back to the map, "very particular about it. it's a hassle sometimes, but if he's happy, he's happy."

jiang nods -- maybe a little too eagerly for your liking. "i see, i see."

"right. so, ritou. did beidou say we lost stuff near the docks?"

"yeah, apparently some tenryou commission defectors or something took some stuff that was supposed to go on the ship and tossed it into the sea."

"dammit," you swear, "there was some valuable wood in those boxes. the tianquan wanted high quality maple wood for some construction just outside the harbor."

"there were reported sightings of some floating boxes..." jiang is quiet as she marks up places where shipment boxes had been spotted. as she does, she asks: "kazuha... wears a lot of maple leaves, doesn't he?"

you say a silent prayer. whether it's for you or her, you're not sure. "he does." your response is clipped.

"did he ever tell you why?"

you have never wanted to not talk about kazuha before. this is new. you don't like it. "something about his family. i don't know all the details." you're lying. annoyed, you add, "and even if i did, it wouldn't be my place to share them."

"oh." jiang murmurs. "i thought he would've told you. i guess i'll ask him sometime later."

"...right. you do that." you take a silent breath. you try to start working again, but--

"would he be in the crow's nest?" jiang doesn't look at you, but you can see her ears flushing and her lips curling into the most smitten smile. "just so i, uh, know where to find him and ask."

you're not sure what possesses you, but you give her the answer she's looking for. you're being the bigger person, you remind yourself. that's all. you're just doing as any good person would do. thankfully, you work the rest of the time in silence.

sure enough though, later that day, kazuha and jiang are nowhere to be found. xu liushi said something about them being in the crow's nest together talking about their hometowns. you don't like the pit that opens up in your stomach.

now, don't misunderstand; you don't feel threatened by jiang. not at all. you're not worried about her taking kazuha from right under your nose. no, no, that's not the problem at all.

the problem is that she keeps using you as kazuha information bank of sorts. all you two end up talking about is him, and when you don't give her a straightforward answer, she just goes and asks him directly. and kazuha, being the absolute sweetheart that he is, just goes with the flow, blissfully unaware of the lovesick fool jiang is making herself out to be.

the worst part about all this is that she knows that kazuha is your lover, yet she acts this way anyways. right in front of you -- both of you! does she think you're stupid? it's infuriating!

kazuha catches you mulling over it one night before bed. he's already laying down, ready to sleep, but you're still sitting up, rubbing at your temples. you've been nursing a headache for about a week.

"is everything okay, dove?" he asks sleepily. you twist to look down at him and see his eyes already half-lidded. "are you not going to sleep?"

you comb your fingers through his hair, which has been freed from its usual ponytail. "i'll sleep soon, love." you murmur, chuckling when he yawns. "you've had a long day, no?"

kazuha hums his assent. "you didn't answer the question. is everything okay?" he looks a little more awake now, the beginnings of a frown forming on his face.

this is why you've been sitting back and taking jiang's shit these days. because at the end of the day, you have kazuha beside you. you lay down and laugh a little when he immediately wraps his arms around you. kazuha buries his face in your shoulder and you keep running your fingers through his hair.

"i'm fine, kazuha. promise." you tell him.

kazuha leaves a butterfly kiss on your skin. "are you absolutely sure?"

how could you not be? you kiss the crown of his head as his breathing slows. "absolutely."

you want to say that all your troubles were over after that, but things come to a head by the next morning. the alcor docks in liyue harbor during a routine visit for the sailors to spend time with their families. comfortable as you may have been last night, you can't seem to stay asleep. you struggle out of kazuha's arms (he's got a firm grip, even in his sleep) and get ready for the day, stepping out the cabin to breathe in the fresh air.

before the people wake, liyue harbor is one of the most peaceful places on the planet. it's nothing but you and the gentle slapping of the waves against the sides of the alcor. you take a deep breath, refreshed, and head off the ship for a walk. when you return with some trinkets from an early rising vendor -- some matching tassles for kazuha's sword and your polearm -- who else would you run into but jiang.

you would have walked past her, but she was standing just a little too close to your cabin, turning something over in her fingers. "uh..." you narrow your eyes at her, suspicion hardening your tone. "do you need something?"

"oh, good morning!" jiang spots you then and she lights up, her face red. it's too early for this. "hi, i'm sorry, i just... well... i wanted to give kazuha something."

you don't bother fixing your expression anymore. "it's too early for that. he's probably still asleep."

jiang deflated. "o-oh... then can you give it to him for me? please?" she holds it out to you. it's a little furin that looks handmade. she must've really put some thought into this. "i figured since he was so far from home while the rest of us were here... i-i thought maybe he'd want something to dull the homesickness..."

under any other circumstances, this would be cute. endearing, even. but this is your last fucking straw. you breathe harshly through your nose, your irritation showing through. "jiang, do me a favor and back up, first of all." you shoo her away from your door. she inches back, but you keep gesturing. "back. up." you seethe.

"is something wrong?" she asks.

"for the love of-- you're in front of my cabin at ass o'clock in the morning trying to give my boyfriend a gift." you put special emphasis on 'my boyfriend'. your voice is low and your anger is palpable. you inhale sharply and give her the fakest smile you've ever given anyone in your life. "hold onto the gift and maybe try giving it to him later."

jiang has the audacity to look shocked. "oh! i-i didn't realize, i--"

"of course you didn't." you scoff. "please leave. now. don't wait out here." you don't even wait for her to respond; you walk inside your cabin and slam the door shut with a groan. only after you shut it do you realize that you may have woken kazuha but thankfully, he's already up.

he's just about ready for the day -- fully dressed, save for his scarf. his eyes were already fixed on the door. you feel your face burn; he definitely heard all of that. "good morning," you mutter. you place the tassels you bought on the dresser.

"did jiang do something wrong?" he asks. straight to the point, no cutting corners -- that's just like him. "you seem so upset."

"she was standing in front of the fucking door waiting for you to wake up." you pinch your nose bridge. you don't think you can handle anymore stupidity today and the day has barely begun. "you tell me if she was doing something wrong."

kazuha frowns. "why would she do something like that?"

he seems genuinely confused, but you can't take it. you snap. "are you serious? you haven't noticed the way she's been looking at you?"

"what?"

"kazuha," you laugh bitterly, "there's no fucking way that someone as observant as you couldn't pick up on her obvious crush on you." when he raises his eyebrows, taken aback, you sigh harshly and sit on the bed. "so you're telling me you had no idea."

"is that why you've been acting so strange these days?" kazuha sits beside you and rests his hands over yours. your hands twitch to move away, but he holds them in his own, keeping you in place. "you've been wound so tight lately, but i couldn't put my finger on why. it was because of jiang this whole time?"

you blink at him. "so... you knew something was wrong but you thought it was just me? you weren't paying attention to her at all this entire time?"

kazuha shakes his head. "if it involves romance," he smooths his thumbs over the backs of your hands, "the only person i ever pay attention to is you."

you... don't know what to say.

kazuha keeps talking. "it sounds to me like you've been upset because jiang has been trying to pursue me despite our being together." the smug bastard has the gall to smirk at you. "were you jealous, dove? is that what this is about?"

you slip your hand out of kazuha's and slap his shoulder, embarrassment burning your cheeks. he's not wrong, not in the slightest, but there's no reason for him to say it out loud. "so what if it is?"

kazuha takes your face in his hands and presses a flurry of kisses on your face despite your complaints. "my little angel-" kiss "was so whiny-" kiss "all this time-" kiss "because they were jealous."

"would you shut up?" you give up your fight and just let him chuckle and keep kissing you. this is the kind of affection you really needed, but not at the cost of your pride. it feels so good to be doted on like this after being so high strung for so long. "and i was not whiny. i was angry. get it right."

kazuha kisses your nose. "yes, yes, whatever you say, dove." when he pulls back, he's all smiles, mirth dancing in his eyes. "why don't you tell me why you were so jealous?"

you frown. "don't make me say it."

"i'd like to hear it."

"kazuha, no." when kazuha gives you a faux wounded look, your heart tugs against your will. he even pouts a little, really trying to sell the act. you sigh, defeated. you put your hands over his and mutter your response into his palm.

kazuha leans in close. your face feels like it's on fire. "what was that, dove? i couldn't hear you. will you say it again for me?"

"i said," you raise your voice and quickly lower it, "because you're mine. and she didn't get it."

to make up for all the teasing, kazuha kisses you sweetly and you can't help but kiss back. he guides you through the kiss slowly, like you two have all the time in the world. kazuha breaks the kiss and pecks your lips once, then twice. "that's all i wanted to hear." he murmurs against your lips. "i'm all yours, dove. no one else's."

cheekily, you ask: "promise?"

kazuha kisses you as an answer. you're like putty in his hands; he speeds up the kiss this time, laughing under his breath when you sigh, frustrated. you tug at his bottom lip gently with your teeth and he inhales sharply; that always stops him in his tracks. you pull back to look at him and see a blush quickly crawling onto his face. "you're cute," you mumble.

the blush creeps onto his face faster. kazuha averts his eyes for a second -- he's flustered. "so you say."

rather than answer, you kiss him again, this time licking at the seam of his lips to deepen it. kazuha gives way immediately, sighing into the kiss. his hands drop to your shoulders and his fingers twitch each time your tongue meets his own. he makes a small noise when you cup his jaw with a hand and pull away. kazuha's eyes are hooded and his brows are drawn, likely with irritation at you having broken the kiss. he's so pretty like this, barely hiding the desperation that glitters in his eyes.

kazuha moves to kiss you again but you move down, kissing a path from his jaw down to his neck. kazuha inhales sharply and brings a hand to your head as you plant warm kisses against his skin. "it's a little--" he pauses to sigh. "a little early for this, isn't it, dove?"

you can barely hear him. there's only one thing on your mind besides the lingering irritation. you start to suck on a spot just beneath his jaw and feel his fingers curl in your hair. "'m not gonna do all that today," you mutter. "just hang in there. can you do that?"

kazuha hums shakily and swallows, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. you move along his neck and suck until purples and reds bloom against his skin. all that can be heard in the room is the sound of your kisses and kazuha's broken sighs. he hisses when you bite him particularly hard; he tugs at your hair when you laugh.

"must you bite so hard--?" kazuha's words are broken by a small sound when you suck at a particularly sensitive spot.

"i told you," you kiss your way to the other side of his neck to make fresh marks, "just hang in there."

it doesn't take much longer before kazuha has matching marks on both sides of his neck. after soothing your final one with a few kisses, you finally pull back to admire your handiwork. suddenly, you don't feel so irritated anymore. even better, kazuha's breathing is a little heavy and his cheeks are flushed pink. he won't even look you in the eyes.

you can't help it; you laugh. "are you alright, kazuha?"

kazuha glances at you. you must be looking at him some kind of way, because his cheeks darken and he averts his eyes again. his hand comes up to his neck, covering a few of the marks. "it stings." he mutters. he sounds a little upset, but you can see the satisfied glow in his eyes.

"good." you kiss his forehead one more time before getting off the bed and heading to the mirror to fix your hair. behind you, kazuha takes a second before grabbing his scarf and pulling it on. normally you'd be a little upset about that, but when he stands beside you in the mirror to get a better look at the marks you left, you grin while he squints at you. his scarf isn't hiding much from view.

"you're devious." kazuha says. "and what do you suppose i say to anybody who asks what happened?"

you think for a moment before you shrug. kazuha rolls his eyes at you. you head to the door and open it. your boyfriend tugs his scarf up higher and steps outside. "how does breakfast sound?" you ask him as you walk.

kazuha -- whose ears are red you notice -- sighs. "it sounds nice." he sounds resigned. not upset -- he just knows that he's been beat. it's not often that he's on the receiving end of this. he slips his hand into yours as you walk.

and when you walk past jiang, you relish in the way her face falls. she hides the furin behind her back and walks away, and you don't feel an ounce of regret.

✦ yeah... yeah this feels good. feels good as fuck. i feel strong. yeah.

A Proper Punishment

a/n | haaa, april fools! get it? bc scaramouche wouldn’t actually fuck me :’) he’d probably just kill me. anyway, this is my first smut writing. like ever. so please take it easy on me lol. happy april everyone! (art credits: u/Cyclic_Abelian on reddit).

warnings | gender neutral pronouns + female-bodied reader, pet names, make-up sex, rough sex, oral (male receiving)/face-fucking, marking, slight degradation, choking, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm denial, breeding kink, Electro play

genre | smut (18+ only! minors dni!)

word count | 3.1k

pairing |scaramouche x reader

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I love your cat reader and Gorou fic!! It's so cute and fun and the with mentioning heats it got my mind spinning

Like imagine being in heat and having Gorou gently groom/coddle you to help distract you from the pain and get the attention you craved 🥺 I just think it'd be super cute

a/n: Anon you made me go research about cat heat symptoms and effects- hnnngggshhdj honestly such a cute idea!!! I love it so here's a brainrot. Although I did research about heats, im changing it a bit for the fic to work. please don't use this as a basis for what your cats are good through.

notes: istg it's a SFW brainrot, heats, Kätzlein Reader (Diona's cat bloodline), mutual pining!! sleep deprived work

masterlist | based on this drabble and this brainrot

Heats & Distractions (Cat!Reader x Gorou) SFW

Being a part of the Kätzlein clan had its difficulties; from controlling your natural instincts in front of your human comrades to dealing with your addiction to catnip, you handled them all through life long practice and discipline.

There are times when you have to keep your impulses in check though. Things like pouncing on birds and taking random naps were easily controlled — but other things, like reminding yourself that the ingrained feeling of danger around your general was just your cat side talking, was a bit more difficult to deal with.

Another issue was your heat. As the season of spring blossoms around Inazuma, your body begins to heat up in discomfort. It started as a numb ache in your lower stomach. The ache wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome enough to distract you from focusing on your tasks.

You keep dropping things and stumbling, mind hazy from heat and feeling constantly distracted. Kazuha's worried about you; He has an arm around your shoulder, taking your things instead and asking if you're feeling alright.

You reassure him that you're fine, just tired. You're a little shy about admitting that it's your heat. He encourages you to take a break in the medical quarters and before you could register where he's leading you, you're already on the way.

You don't want to go to the medical, though. They don't exactly have anything that could help you and revealing your... situation to any of the nurses and soldiers would only warrant teasing and jokes from the immature ones.

It was Gorou who stops you and Kazuha. He's standing in front of you two, eyeing you up and down. Kazuha explains the situation that you weren't feeling well and you, again, say you're fine.

Gorou sighs and brushes a hand through his hair, before taking you by the wrist away from the medical. "They're fine, Kazuha,"

Kazuha confusingly protests at his friend, but Gorou quickly turns to whisper to him.

"It's... a hybrid thing. It's spring." Gorou says and Kazuha, with realization dawning on his face, nods and lets you go with the general.

You're both alone now, in a corner by the training area when he stops to look at you again.

"Why are you out? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I really am fine! I'm not sick. Kazuha's overreacting-"

"You do know I could smell your heat from a mile away?"

You freeze, mouth agape as you stare, blush rising to your face. He knew? Your long time crush since you arrived in the resistance knew? You didn't think it would be that obvious to another hybrid of a different species but it was slightly embarrassing.

"I thought I could ignore it!" You groan, admitting your situation, "It doesn't hurt much but I- just so-" You mutter off, dizzy.

Gorou sighs, "Let's get you to your barracks. As your general, I'm putting you on bed rest for the next few days. Or whatever long this takes."

You blush, following along as he guides you to your personal quarters.

Most days, you really were fine! Taking walks around the area and helping patrol, other days, you were a whining mess, purring and pawing at your bedsheets in discomfort. Had you been back in Mondstadt, perhaps you could've found ways to alleviate the symptoms from your clan, but here you were a thousand miles away fighting a dictatorship.

What you didn't expect was for the general to visit your quarters every so often. The first time he entered with a plate of salmon from the kitchen, your ears and tail perked up in excitement.

Forget the fact that your natural mortal enemy slash crush was in your room — he brought you salmon! He would sit by your bed, chatting about what was going on in the army. To you, it sounded like he was a soldier giving his daily reports, which you found funny considering he was the general.

It was when you realized how helpful it was as a distraction from the numbing ache did you learn to fully appreciate his presence.

Of course, heats don't usually go so smoothly. It was a particularly bad night when you crumpled yourself in bed, arms wrapping around your waist as the ache was starting dull your senses. You needed to feel something, anything to ground yourself back from your dizzy state.

Gorou walked in that night with a can of tuna. Something that was promptly ignored and left on your bedside as he rushed over to you. His hands gently on your shoulder.

"Hey hey, I'm here. You okay?" He worriedly thinks back to his own heats. He usually goes through them just fine, with the war being a good distraction, but he isn't sure how much dog heats and cat heats resemble in terms of treatment. He wasn't quite sure what to do for you.

"G-gorou!" You quietly sob, "I hate this! I- I need something- stimuli-!" Your hand reaches out to grip on his top. He sits on your bed, brushing away the strands of hair from your face.

"It's okay, you're okay," He reassures you, patting your head.

Your grip on his loosened as he brushes against your ears. A silence settles itself between you. He rubs both your ears gently, warm and calloused hands softly massaging the sensitive muscles. You sigh in relief, unconsciously snuggling up to his abdomen.

"Lay down with me," You mumble after a while of his massage. You were in a daze now, an almost drunken state of exhaustion from dealing with your heat. Gorou looks at you hesitantly before laying down next to you.

Your long tail finds its way on his stomach. He figures you wanted him to pet it as he carefully brushes through the fur.

"Don't you go through this too?" You ask, attempting to start a casual conversation. Your eyes were closed as you cuddle up to his side.

"Yeah but it's already over," He tells you, turning his head to look at you. Both your faces closer than necessary.

"I guess you don't have it as bad?" You giggle and he notices how much he likes the sound of your laugh.

"Not exactly. I mean, Kazuha and her excellency would help distract me whenever it gets too bad. But I guess you can say I know how you feel."

Suddenly, you groan and look up the ceiling, "This wouldn't be a problem at all if we had mates!"

"W-what!" Gorou sits up, face turning red.

"What? Why so blushy, general? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to go through heats with a lover-" You laugh, sitting up as well, "Unless... you were thinking that I wanted us to be mates-"

"No! Of course not," His ears twitch frantically, hands dropping your tail, "I m-mean, we're friends! And you're part cat, I'm part dog, don't you think that's kind of... I don't know, weird?"

He doesn't notice the way your smile drops from your face. You gaze away from him, voice turning low into a whisper.

"... Is it really that weird?" You mumble and he's looking back at you as you look anywhere but back at him, "For a cat and dog to be together?"

Gorou tilts his head confusingly. He gets a feeling that something has shifted in the air, like he said something wrong but he isn't quite sure what. "Wouldn't it be? They're complete opposites in terms of their nature." He says.

Your eyes linger on him before you break out into a small laugh, "I guess it does sound weird! Besides, as you've said-" You flop back down your bed, "We're just friends."

"Ah- yeah..." Gorou isn't sure how the situation turned awkward. He's unsure whether he should lay back down on your bed either.

"Thanks for comforting me with my heat, but you should really go now," You say, picking up the forgotten can of tuna next to your bed.

Gorou quietly leaves your quarters that night. When he walks back to his barracks, eyes on the wide night sky, he thinks back to your form snuggling to him.

He thinks of your face that was unnecessarily close to for friends; of your shared whispers that were too intimate between a general and his soldier.

Gorou doesn't understand cats. He doesn't understand why his heart feels heavier than usual either.

note: I didn't mean for this to be angst but here we are. fun fact! but the heat scene was actually inspired by something that happened during my period. I get really bad cramps, one time I was puking and heaving terribly, i couldnt even lie down properly without sobbing in pain. my ex stayed by me that time and grounded me whenever i get dizzy.