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neuvillette, the eminent iudex of fontaine, who just so happens to have the most adorable, puffy nippes you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. he’s mortified whenever you walk into his quarters unannounced, tip - toeing your way across the hardwood floors of his ‘home’ within the palais mermonia. his embarrassment only worsens whenever you openly gawk at his chest due to your own shock at the situation. you had only wanted to surprise him… you didn’t necessarily mean to witness him in such a state, though you’d be lying if you had said that you hadn’t hoped for this outcome.

the cutest, sweetest whines & gasps begin to leave neuvillette’s soft, pastel blue - ish lips as you eagerly start to toy with the sensitive nubs. naturally, you shortly began to truly take advantage of the situation at hand; perhaps only the archons knew if you would ever see the iudex in this state again.

his pale features are dusted with a pale blue flush as you begin to pinch at his nipples, & neuvillette quietly hisses through his sharp teeth in a perfect mixture of arousal & pain as you roll one of them between your fingertips. his large, strong hands shakily move to gently grip at your waist.

“please, my papillon de corail¹,” neuvillette desperately whimpers, his hips momentarily bucking up with his need for your touch, before he regains control over his shocking behavior just as quickly as he had lost it, “while i am flattered by such flagrant displays of your affections, i do believe that i may already be nearing my limit…”

¹french. ‘coral butterfly’.

Rough day? (Itto x fem!reader NSFW)

Notes: I decided to be self indulgent and write for everyone’s favorite himbo. Anyways, enjoy!

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Warnings: NSFW, cursing, shower sex, biting, marking, size kink, stomach bulging, creampie

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You were on the verge of collapse as you trudged through the front door of Granny Oni’s house. You had so many commissions that left your body sore and bruised, and you would have gone back to your house if not for the fact that you desperately needed rest, and it was so much further away. You wanted to see your boyfriend and just let him hold you like he normally did when you were sad. The moment you got to Itto’s room, you opened the door and closed it behind you, getting in the shower in his room once you’d undressed. The warm water soothed you and served to make your aching body relax a little bit.

You were too busy trying to wash yourself to notice the red eyes that now stared at you through the dark. Itto got out of the bed and undressed himself, before walking into the bathroom and getting under the water with you. The moment you felt his big warm hands on your hips, your eyes shot open and you looked up at him. “Oh, hey. Sorry if I woke you up.” You whispered, leaning back against him. Your skin felt so soft under his touch, and Itto found himself wanting to feel more of you. He shook his head as his white hair got drenched from the warm shower water. “Why’re you back so late?” He asked, leaning in and pressing his lips against your neck. His red eyes flicked up to look at you, watching as your face reddened. His hands wandered and roamed all over your smaller form, before coming to rest on your soft breasts. He squeezed and groped at the soft mounds of flesh as you relaxed under his touch. You yelped softly when he sank his teeth into the skin where your neck and collarbone met, sucking and licking the mark until it was red. He twisted and pulled at your nipples, dragging a soft whine from you as he spoke. “Aww, pretty girl, you miss me today?” He asked, his deep voice serving to make you even needier for him. “Mhmm.” You mumbled, your back arching and a moan escaping your soft lips as he bit down on your neck again. “Look at you, gettin’ all needy for me. You want me to take care of you?” He asked. Archons, you loved him so much for this. You were relieved that he wasn’t asking you what happened that made today so bad for you. “Mhmm, please, fuck me.” You whimpered. His hands stilled on your hips and his eyes went wide as he looked at you. There was no going back now as Itto spread your legs gently. You looked exhausted already from the way you slumped against the shower wall, so he resolved to be gentle with you tonight. You tensed up as you felt his fingers pressed against your slit, your body jolting a little as a result of his actions. “Shh, relax for me, yeah?” He cooed, his low and raspy voice serving to make you clench around nothing. He slowly pushed two digits past your entrance, scissoring them inside of you and watching you grind down against his hand. You moaned quietly as he curled then to press his fingertips against your sweet spot, his free hand bracing you and keeping you pressed against his chest. “Jus’ relax a little, ok? How am I gonna fit if you can’t relax, huh?” He asked, causing you to nod as you let your body become nearly limp in his strong arms. He pressed himself against you and held you up by your hips, his blunt tip pressed against your entrance. You were pinned against the shower wall by his larger form with ease. He went slow, sliding into you and taking care to be gentle with you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to take him in, clenching around his tip as his breath hitched. “H-hey, I told you to relax. It’ll hurt more if you don’t.” He huffed, stilling his hips for a moment. When you relaxed again, he continued, watching as you clawed at the shower wall. “I-it hurts!” You cried, feeling his hips roll against yours gently. He reached up and thumbed away your tears as he kept you still. Once he felt you were ready to take more of him, Itto slowly slid further into you, until his hips were pressed fully against yours. You looked down and saw the bulge he made in your tummy, whimpering softly. "S'too much, too much!" you sobbed, your vision blurred with tears. He massaged your hips gently to try and soothe you as you adjusted to his thick girth, watching with a wild look in his eyes as your gummy walls slowly stretched to fit him properly.

"See, it's not too much for you, you can take it." he soothed, his hand pressing against your tummy. A high pitched moan escaped your lips as Itto looked with some sort of twisted satisfaction at the bulge he made in your lower abdomen. He held your hips with a bruising grip as he started to move slowly, his tip bumping up against your cervix almost immediately. Your eyes rolled back as he started to pace himself, his thrusts gaining speed and rhythm as he moved faster. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice serving to make you clamp down on him even more. "Mhmm, feels s'good- AhN~!" you slurred, as he hit your sweet spot again. "Ngh~ good, wanna make sure my pretty girl feels good." he cooed, pressing his chest against your back. He then leaned down and kissed your neck gently, causing you to shudder slightly at the attention he was giving you. "Love you s'much sweetheart. Wanna make you feel good like this all the time." he slurred, his hands coming up to gently grasp your chin as he tilted your face up to look at him. "Aww, pretty girl, look at you, my pretty baby all dumbed down on my dick, huh?" he mocked, but you just nodded along, too far gone on him as the knot in your lower tummy tightened. "Mmh~! Itto, m'close, m'so close- HAh~!" you pressed your cheek against the shower wall and let him do as he pleased, before turning your head to face him. He noticed your gaze on him as his face flushed slightly. Itto didn't waste a second before he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you in earnest as his pace grew sloppier. "Please- Hnn~ lemme cum, please?" you begged, and how could he say no when you asked him so sweetly like that? He huffed softly before picking up the pace as you moaned and whimpered his name. "Mhm, go ahead." he grunted softly into the skin of your shoulder as he spoke. You didn't need to be told twice as you finally reached the edge and came. "M'cumming, Itto- Ahhng~!" you cried out as the knot in your lower tummy snapped. "That's it." he coaxed, rolling his hips against yours before a loud groan escaped him. He pressed himself as close to you as he could when he came, painting your walls a sticky white as he rode out his high. "Such a good girl- fuck- take it all." Itto kept rocking his hips against yours until he'd fully come down, looking at you as he rested his head on your shoulder.

A minute or two later, you finally turned to look back at him, exhausted, and saw him looking at you like you were the most wonderful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. "Hey, what's with the dreamy look all of a sudden?" you asked, but he didn't answer, favoring instead gently brushing your drenched hair out of your face. "You look so pretty." he whispered, watching as you giggled softly. "Thank you for this, really." you whispered back, before feeling his grip on your hips again. He slowly pulled out, watching his cum as it dribbled out of your messy hole and down your thighs. He then slowly, bracing you in his arms, ran your body under the water of the shower head. He then lathered some soap on his hands and rubbed you down, gently kissing the places he'd left marks. "Sorry if I was rough." he said sheepishly, but you shook your head, reaching up to gently hold his face. "No, don't apologize. I've needed this for a while now. It felt wonderful." you said, your face reddening as you leaned against him and let him wash you off. After he was done, Itto grabbed some towels and dried you off, making sure you were alright as you watched him dry off. "Alright, let's get to bed, yeah?" he asked, picking you up with ease and making his way back to the bed. He set you down under the covers and let you rest, watching as you rolled over slowly and rested your head on his chest. his eyes widened slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you drift off in his arms. "Love you, sweetheart." he whispered, kissing your temple and drifting off to sleep soon after.

➽ Falling Grades

Professor!Dottore x Student!afab reader

Warnings: Teacher-student relationship, modern au, age gap, cockwarming, bribery, smut.

Word count: 1033

A/N: very heavily inspired by a character ai bot and another fic I read, the fic is by actuallysaiyan. She’s a goddess 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️.Even though I don’t play genshin anymore I’m on my knees for this man.

art creds: IllaOhara

You made a mistake when you decided to be distracted by your phone instead of listening to Dottore’s lecture. Preoccupied by your distraction, the professor’s hand hits your desk with a loud thud, causing you to jump. 

“It seems my lecture on careless students wasn’t clear enough for you.” His voice sent chills down your spine. “Put the phone away.” He said, as he walked back to his desk to continue the lecture.

“And I expect to see you in my office after classes.”

Soon the day was coming to an end, all your classes being finished. You made your way to Dottore’s office, being located on the highest floor in the building. As you knocked on his office door you bit your lip and took a deep breath. 

“Enter.” You pushed the door open, revealing the messy desk, covered in research papers and was that an ink spill? There were also multiple pictures and diagrams of the human body. Dottore was sitting on his chair, writing something on a piece of paper. “Do you know why I called you into my office, miss?” he asks, finally looking up from his papers. “Because I used my phone?” you answered. What else? He smiles, but it was quickly replaced with a stern and cold look on his face. “You’re partially correct.” he simply says as he then opens a drawer next to him, taking out a small stack of papers. He then takes the most top one, revealing it to you. You almost instantly recognize the paper. He slides you your latest test, the low score clearly written at the front of the paper before continuing to slide you other past tests, all low scores. You were clearly distracted by something too much to focus, your phone was only partially at fault. And Dottore knew that.

“Care to explain these?” You bit inside your mouth. “I’m so sorry. I…I had trouble with the material. I’ll do better next time, I promise.” You say as he lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back into his chair. “‘Sorry’ can’t fix everything. We should solve the cause of your dropping grades and I believe I know just what the problem is.” he gets up from his chair and walks towards you, towering over you. Your breath hitched, inhaling the expensive cologne he wore as his body was merely inches away from yours. Suddenly you felt small and trapped. Your heart rate increasing by the second. You weren’t really sure where this conversation was leading, but you really hoped that you wouldn’t have to repeat the year, or at worst, be expelled. You wanted to finish your degree, but who would’ve thought that one of your professors would be so goddamn sexy.

“I know I’m a distraction, miss. It’s written all over your face during my classes.” Dottore says, crossing his arms as he watches your expression turn frantic. “Professor Dottore, I-” you start, now worried that you might actually be expelled. “I didn’t mean to! I’ll…I’ll make it up!” you propose, quickly thinking of a way out. Dottore pauses for a moment, carefully considering your words before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Causing you to nearly crash into his perfectly sculpted chest.You look up into his deep red eyes with pleading eyes.

“Seeing you’re so desperate, I have a few options for you.” His lips curve up into a small smirk as you look up at him with hope and desperation. You prepare yourself for what he’ll say next, but no matter how much preparation you had would make you prepared for this.

“You can either stay after classes every afternoon and study, along with a few other students. Learn a thing or two from your peers. Or,” he paused to give himself a smug grin, “You can sit on my cock while I tutor you myself.”

You swear you fainted for a second or two as soon as he finishes his sentence. He can’t actually be serious, can he? You look at him, cheeks flushed as he looks down and laughs at you once more, amused by the events unfolding in front of him. However you surprise him when you choose to sit on his cock.

And that’s how you ended up with his long length so deep inside you as he explains embryology to you. How ironic. Whenever you whined or tried to move he would slap your thigh and tell you to focus. “Do you understand?” he asks, after he finished his explanations. You slowly nod your head, squirming, causing him to harshly slap your thigh once more, the red spot on your thigh slowly growing in size and in shade. You whine out at the slap, trying to stay still but of no avail. “Do I have to remind you again that this is a punishment and not a prize?” You shake your head, keeping still as you grab the wooden desk in front of you, nails scraping on the wooden surface. You can’t help it. The way your cunt pulses around his length drives you crazy. It felt so good but so torturous without any movement. 

Dottore, on the other hand, was entertained by your reactions. He never expected for you to accept his offer so quickly. He knew you had a crush on him but he’d never guess that you’d be so willing to go this far to have this sort of relationship with him. However, he couldn't deny the fact that having your wet, heat around his cock made him more motivated. 

“That’s all for today.” he said, placing down the papers in his hands once he saw the time. It had already gotten quite late. “Today, you did good, amazing even. If this continues, you’ll improve to a B student in no time. And if you throw in a treat, I might consider bumping your grade up to even an A.” You whined as he thrusted up into you at the word ‘bumping’, your cunt convulsing around his cock once more. 

How could you resist such a good offer? 

➽ Sleepless Nights

Husband!Diluc x wife!afab reader Warnings: smut, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, I think that’s all? Word count: 811 A/N: inspired by rice-hime’s fic “well into the weekend”. Diluc is so husband AND daddy material I can't-

art creds: asterrales

Your hands tightly grip the sheets, trying to claw your way out, weakly pulling yourself forward as Diluc’s firm hands pull your hips back; eliciting a loud moan from you.

“D-Diluc!” you scream, your voice as shaky as the rest of your body. You turned your head back to see the glistening body of your husband. He looked so pretty like this, watching you through his red hair that kept sticking on his face, whether it was from sweat or your cum, you didn't know nor care. 

“Didn't you say you wanted us to have a child, love?” he said in a tone so sweet, not matching with his rough and harsh thrusts. You gasped as he reached deeper inside your cunt, pressing onto that sensitive spot. You two had been married for a while now. He was a great husband, however he was almost always busy with work and his own things. You two hadn't had time alone for a long long time, always falling fast asleep before he had even come home. However today was different, Diluc had come back early and you told him how you felt. In a moment of weakness you let slip that you wanted a child.

“You…want a child with me?” he asked, slowly, as if he was thinking hard about what you just said.

“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be now! I understand that you're busy and don't have time. We haven't had sex since our wedding night…you’re probably too tired after working everyday.” you say, you were a bit sad, you had to admit. You would often masterbate alone, missing his fingers, his mouth, his cock… but he was busy, there’s no way he would be able to have time to pleasure you.

“Then it’s a good thing tomorrow's the weekend.” he surprised you. You look at him, wide eyed.

“B-but what about the tavern? and the winery? They’re both open on weekends.” 

“Fuck it. One weekend is worth putting a baby in you.” 

And that’s how you got to this situation. Completely fucked out under Diluc. Archons, how long has it been? You then feel that familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, cunt clenching around Diluc’s cock. You screamed, but no noise came out of your throat as you came once more, sucking your husband dry.

“F-fuck. Y-you have such a beautiful cunt, love. All mine. Let me fill you up again, fill you up until I’m sure you’ll bear my child.” 

His pace slows, pulling his cock out just below the tip to watch the mixture of yours and his juices ooze out of you before slamming back in. Even as his pace slowed, you felt as if he reached even deeper inside you, poking your womb gently. As if giving it a gentle kiss every time he thrusted.

“D-Diluc!” you moan, chanting his name over and over again, like a mantra. You can feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every crevice rubbing against your walls wet with slick. The sounds of vulgar and messy sex that bounces off the walls drives you crazy, the stench of his cum and yours adding to your madness. “F-feels so good. N-need more of your- Ahh! c-cum!”

“I’ll give it all to you, love. Sh-shit- you’re clenching so tight. J-just lie back there while I pump you full of my seed.” 

You feel your cunt pulse, clenching and convulsing, that familiar electric feeling had come to greet you once more. “D-Diluc! C-cumming! ‘M c-cumming!” 

“Hah, hold it out, please, for me love? Want us to- Ngh! C-cum together.” Diluc grunts, fastening his pace and deepening his thrusts, reaching places that you’ve never known he could. You whine and scream, trying your best to delay your high as tears fall from your eyes.

“D-Diluc!” 

“A-almost there, love. Gonna put a baby in you!” he says, looking at you through the curtain of his blazing red hair once more, his grip tight on your hips as he slams into you over and over, chasing his own high. With a few more harsh thrusts, Diluc grunts, “C-cum for me love. G-gonna breed you so well-” 

You both scream, almost in unison, reaching your peaks as a familiar warmth fills your insides. His thrusts continue, letting you ride your high as well as his as he continues giving you his seed which you welcome with open arms, ahem, open legs.

After a moment he stills inside you as your head falls onto the bed sheets below you. You breath heavily then let out a loud gasp as you feel rough fingers brush your clit gently. 

“D-Diluc?!” you say, breathlessly as it turns into a moan. Suddenly, you felt his hips snap into action, slamming into your still sensitive cunt as you cry out in overstimulation.

“I said the weekend. We’ve barely even started, love~”

➽ A kinky science experiment

Scientist!Dottore x assistant!afab reader Warnings: smut, overstimulation, bondage, BDSM in some sorts?? Word count: 472 A/N: inspired by sluttsumu’s smut ‘high for this - zayne’ that piece is heavenly <33. Dottore’s voice does something to me and I do not mind a single bit. Requests are open ^^

Art creds: I’m not sure, if you know please do tell. Link to the art

“N-no moreee…” you said, whining and gasping for air, your arms and legs tugging at their restraints as you try to move away from the vibrator pressed on your clit. Dottore had asked you for help with an experiment, you were confused at first as he would usually shoo you away whenever you tried to help, only allowing you to help with a few minor things. You were surprised and skeptical, trying to guess what it was, however you would’ve never guessed what experiment he was about to do to you.

You swear, it has been just an hour of this ‘experiment’ but it’s been feeling like an eternity instead. The feeling of your cunt convulsing and that electrical surge in your lower abdomen had come to greet you again, for the nth time that night. Your vision turns black for a moment, or did it turn white? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that blissful feeling of reaching your high and seeing stars. As you ride out your high Dottore looks over with a pleasant look, firming holding the vibrator to your clit. 

As soon as your orgasm came to an end that sensitive and painful feeling came back, hitting you like a train. Bucking your hips and squirming around, you try to move away from the vibrator tightly pressed on your clit but even if you did get away from that one, which was most likely impossible since Dottore was looking up at you with a shit-eating grin, and there was still that vibrator up your dripping pussy. “P-pleasee, Dottore. S-stop…” You pleaded, but your words fall on deaf ears. He merely hums as he then reaches out to the other vibrator, shoving it deeper inside your leaking cunt, spilling your cum everywhere and staining the sheets. You try your arms and legs again with no avail. Your legs, still tied to the bed posts and your arms, still tied behind your back. You pleaded again, tears running down your cheeks from pleasure and overstimulation.

“D-Dottore! Ple-Pleasee!” “One more. I know you can do it~” You whine in protest as you feel that familiar aching feeling again. Your orgasm meeting you once again, this time faster than all the rest. Without even time to scream, you cum once more, gasping for air as you finish.

“That’s a good girl. I know you can give me more. Don’t you want to continue this experiment? If you do well in this then I’ll let you help with future experiments.” His voice, like the sweet, tempting devil in your ears. You slowly nod, bucking your hips and preparing yourself for another climax. You studied science and alchemy to be a scientist, it was your dream. So continuing this experiment was just…work. I mean, it’s all in the name of science, is it not?

Can you write Dottore x reader with blasphemy kink? I'm lowkey a sucker for sacrilege. Also, I don't know if you're ok with feet, so this is optional.

A/N: I couldn’t really write for the feet kink, sorry about that anon T^T, also sorry this took SOO long, I’ve been so busy T0T. I've never written something like this so I hope it's alright! Not proofread ➽ In the eyes of god

Dottore x priest/priestess!gn reader Warnings: smut, blasphemy kink, sacrilege, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, i think that’s all?

word count: 974

It was so wrong. What you were doing was so so wrong. And you knew it. Of course you knew it, you were an important member in this church, highly looked upon and here you were. Getting fucked mercilessly in front of the holy lord himself. You swallowed a moan as your hand slapped onto your mouth, trying to suppress the noises coming out of you. “Oh no no, I want to hear you. I’m sure he would too~” Dottore smirks, his hands digging into your hips, pulling your hips to meet him halfway as he thrusts into you. You bite back another moan as he abuses your gummy spot, tears falling down your cheeks as your back arches on the wooden table. It was like a fever dream, you were talking with him one second and the next he’s shoving his fat cock into your aching hole. His hands came snaking up your body, from your thighs to your stomach then to your chest; landing there and playing with your erect nipples. It was impossible to keep your whimpers and moans in your throat, letting some loose as he continued pummeling his dick into you. “S-s-stop…” you tried to shout, but all that came out was breathy whispers. Suddenly, he pulled out, dragging his tip around your entrance, admiring the erotic scene; his cum lowly dripping out of your needy hole, already fucked out but still asking for more. You whined, feeling empty, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but the sensation of his cock made all your worries go away, your mind replaced with only thoughts of him. “Your mouth tells me to stop but your hole is practically begging for more. Look at you. Pretending to be such an innocent person. What a slut, you are.” he chuckled, before you could even answer, he turned you on your stomach and shoved his cock back into your hole, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your cheek, firmly pressed on the wooden table as your hands claw around, knocking a book to the floor. You gasp. You just knocked the Bible. While doing such an act… “D-Dottore!” you mean to shout, but it comes out as a moan instead. He laughs, getting close to your ears and licking them, suckling on the soft spot before pulling your hair and making you face him. He looks at you, pleased with the sight of you being absolutely fucked out, tears on the side of your eyes and on your cheeks, face flushed and sweat all over your face. He kissed you harshly, forcefully shoving his tongue inside, exploring your mouth as hee hums. Satisfied, he lets you go, sucking and biting your lower lip first. You pant and gasp for air, trying to regulate your breathing.

He lets go of your hair, your head hitting the wooden table, that’s going to leave a bruise, but that was the least of your worries. You were close to bliss, that electrical and aching feeling formed once more in your lower abdomen. His sharp and deep thrusts help you reach your high, screaming his name once more as he helps you ride out your high. Even after you cum he continues bullying his cock into you as you squirm and scream, sensitive from just cumming. “That’s it~ Let the whole world hear you. Let them know how much of a slut you are.” At this point your brain had turned to mush. All you could think, feel and smell was him. “Hmm, this should work well~” you hear him say. Suddenly, he pulls out but in an instant your hole is replaced with something hard and cold. You turn your head back to see Dottore shoving the head of a crucifix in your hole with a smug grin. You scream, the edges of the crucifix scraped your walls but the thought of doing such an unholy act turned you on, edging you into another orgasm.

You feel your hair being pulled once more, you whimper, throat aching from screaming. “Look at your lord while you cum from a crucifix in your tight little hole, what a dirty little priest/ess you are.” You whimper again, moans coming out of you as you look at the bigger crucifix hung on the wall in front of you, tears falling down your cheeks once more, replacing the dried ones as you cum. Your body falls to the floor, unable to hold yourself up. Dottore chuckles at the sight before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. You rest your arms on the table once more, gasping for breath. You squeal as you feel him slam into you once more, your legs almost giving out as he grabs your arm, pulling it behind you as he continues to pound into you. He tossed his mask to the floor, revealing his blue hair sticking to his face from sweat and that lustful look in his red eyes. He’s close. You can tell he’s desperate, from his pace and how deep his thrusts are. “Fuck.. gonna pump you full.. Gonna pump you full in front of your so-called god.” he laughs at the irony as he grunts, thrusting a couple more times before stilling and a familiar warmth fills you once more. You whine and squirm as he continues. Archons. How much more was he going to cum? After a few seconds he pulls out, eliciting a sigh from his lips as he wipes his cock on your ass cheeks. “I expect to see you next Sunday for our private sessions.” he flashes another smug grin, his white teeth shining as he pulls his pants back on and grabs his mask on the floor, securing it to his face before walking out. 

Now you have another thing to look forward to on Sundays.

➽ Our little play thing

Switch!Dottore x switch!gn reader

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, chastity belt, restraints, mostly dom reader,

word count: 1.1k words

A/N: hope this is alright 🐍 anon! This was a rlly new experience for me to write and holy- I hope you like it and a part 2 will be coming ;) Sorry for the late post T^T, still editing a little, im busy rn so 😭😭

art creds: idk please tell if you do know 🙏

“Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” The certain red headed girl said as she wrapped her hands around you.

“It has been so long!” you say back as you lean against the door frame when she had let you go. “How was your concert travels?”

“Oh it went well, thanks for asking.” Nilou said with a smile as she suddenly reached into a bag by her side, “Oh yeah, here’s the key you asked for? I hope you can overcome your sugar addiction, but for now you deserve a treat after I’ve been gone for so long!”

She dropped the small golden key into your hand as you then waved her goodbye, promising to meet her soon and that you were a little busy at the moment. You smirked to yourself, what a great excuse that was. To be fair you weren’t exactly lying, it was a sort of way to restrain yourself, well, more like restraining him from something so sweet. The sweet taste of release.

“Who was that at the door?” A breathy husky voice asks as you walk back into your bedroom and plop yourself in the dark room on the bed.

“Oh, Nilou, she came back from her concert tour, can’t believe she’s pretty big now.” you say nonchalantly as you see his red eyes glint in the darkness.

“Did she give you the key? She better fucking have.” he almost growls as you let out a chuckle. Just in that moment you had a snarky little idea as you slip the key into your back pocket and turn to him.

You look at him with doe eyes, “She said she kept it in a bag that she forgot at an inn, don’t worry darling, it’ll only take a week or so to send it back.” you say, sarcastically and feigning sadness and pity in your tone. He grunts as he fights his restraints. What a sight this was, his hands tied behind his back, his legs occasionally kicking the air, his navy blue shirt wide open for your touch.

“What the fuck? Another week? I’m not waiting that long, you have to have a spare key, give it to me right now-” You roll your eyes and cup his cheeks, kissing him to shut him up. His lips move in the same pace as yours, following your motions as he bites your lower lip, harder than usual. You pull away, you lick the spot, tasting a metallic taste. Before you could even notice Dottore leans into you, smashing his lips back onto yours as his tongue enters your mouth in that moment of weakness. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, wet and warm, he moans into the kiss, relishing the little amount of control he had at the moment before it would be taken away once again. And surely you do, pushing his muscular body away from yours as you gasp for breath.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” he rolls his eyes as you lean back onto the soft mattress, thinking of what to do as payback. You smirk as an idea comes to mind and crawl over to the bed headboard, plopping yourself on Dottore’s lap, your smile widening as you hear him grunt. You run your hands through your hair as one of your icy fingers touch his well sculpted abs, causing him to wince at the sensation. One of your arms snakes around his neck as another one slowly but surely moves up his chest. He frowns and closes his eyes as you lean in closer, breathing on his chest.

Your hot breath drives him crazy as he feels more aroused by the second, helplessly trying to buck his hips up into you. You giggle as you continue, flicking his hard nipples and listening to his grunts and moans. You stick your tongue out, licking the erect nub before putting your whole mouth on it, sucking it, before biting down hard, just like how he had done to you. Dottore whines as you lick the spot, soothing it with your tongue.

He’s panting hard, sweat drips from his forehead as he fights his restraints again as your mouth leaves his body. Your hands trace his name on his chest as you move your hips slightly, edging him on. Your hands then move lower as you position yourself backwards, making space for your hands as you touch the chastity belt.

“What a shame, if not for this we could be having a good time.” you pout as it quickly changes into a sly smile. Dottore smiles, gritting his teeth as he looks at you through his blue hair. “If not for you leaving me alone all the time, I wouldn’t have done this, you know.”

“Tch. Couldn’t even get the belt in my size…” he mumbles, completely ignoring what you just said. You latch yourself onto his other nipple, nibbling it and slobbering your saliva all over it, angry as your anger slowly eases from his muffled moans and his chest heaving up and down relentlessly.

“I’m gonna make you regret this, you know that, don’t you?” he says as you let go of his abused nipple with a pop, now interested in his abs, tracing the lines as you nod. Suddenly his hips bump up into yours, stronger than ever as you fall into him, you yelp as you look at him, a scowl on your face and a smug look on his. Suddenly something caught his eye, he frowns as he then turns his eyes back to you, tilting his head as he smiles. You look back, trying to find what caught his eye as you then see something glinting. A small golden key. You hurriedly check your back pocket and, as expected, it’s empty. It must’ve fallen from your pocket when he thrusted up into you.

“Give it here.” he demands.

“Even if I did give it to you, you don’t even have the hands to free yourself.” you chuckle as you suddenly hear a snap. You eyes widen as you see him rubbing his wrists, a red line imprinted on his skin.

“Should’ve bought more expensive cuffs.” he laughs as he throws the cheap metal to the side, holding you with one hand and the other to grab the key to free himself. You sit there, shocked as you try to take control of the situation once more, frantically trying to free yourself from his grasp. He chuckles at your futile attempt as his big hand holds your wrists, another finally freeing himself from the belt.

“I told you you’d regret it~”

If your requests are open can I get a smutshot with akademiya dottore x afab reader ?

A/N: I hope you like it! Also i found this really cute fanart so I just wanted to show it Akademiya!Dottore x afab!reader Warnings: sort of manipulative Dottore, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader giving), slight exhibitionism, porn with some plot, established relationship, not proofread word count: 1.16k art creds: kradebii

“Hey, you alright?” you ask as you walk over to Dottore sitting in the corner of the House of Daena. The whole way here, you had heard hushed whispers and rumors about how Dottore had gotten kicked out of the House of Daena so seeing his light blue hair in the corner surprised you. It was already very late, with only 2 or 3 people left inside. “Today is my last day in this place. The largest library in Teyvat… Those fucking higher ups think they can chase me away, I’ll show them.” he mutters to himself as you sigh and wrap your arms around him, feeling his cold body on your skin. You both had met here, studying in the Akademiya, in this very library, making small talk then sharing studies and research papers, and before you knew it, you were a couple. However being in a relationship didn’t change much from being friends, he was still most busy with his research and you were fine with that, in the end he would come home to your open arms, or legs.

“Show them who’s boss, babe.” you said, letting go of him to sit by his side, intertwining your hand on his. Your mindset had almost completely changed from when you first met him, the result of discussing almost every topic with him everyday. 

“I will, but right now I’m fucking stressed, racking my brain for the best way of payback..” he trailed off, squeezing his nosebridge and sighing. You sighed along with him, pitying him and trying to think of something, anything, to help. Suddenly, you felt his large warm hands on your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

“I need your help, darling~ Help me relax.” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine before nibbling on your ear and pulling away, a sly smirk on his face. You’re about to agree as you then remember where you are, the library, even if there were less people here, the number wasn’t zero. You could get caught and the both of you thrown out of the Akademiya instantly. “H-here? I can help you when we’re back home, but here? Someone might catch us-” he cuts you off with a kiss, shutting you up as he slips his tongue inside you, relishing in your muffled moans and how your face flushed. He nibbled your lower lip before letting you go, licking his lips as he watches your angry expression. “It’s my last day in here, the last memory I want of this place is fucking you on the table.” ‘he’s crazy..no way we’re doing that here…’ you think, but your actions are the exact opposite as your thoughts as you soon find yourself accommodating your jaw to fit his whole length in your mouth. 

Breathy sighs leave his mouth as you bob your head up and down, your tongue coating his entire length with your spit and saliva. Your thighs rub together tightly as you feel your panties slowly becoming wetter.

“Need more.” is all he says before he grabs both sides of your head and pushes your head into him, your the tip of your nose reaching his pubes as he lets out a strangled moan, growling as he fucks your throat with an animalistic pace, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat every thrust, causing you to gag. Your gags edges him closer to his orgasm, your wet and warm throat pulsating around his length. With a few more sloppy and slow thrusts you taste warm and bittersweet, thick semen in your mouth. He looks at you with eyes full of lust, pulling out to smear his cum on your lips as you lick them up.

“What a good girl you are~” he praises you as his expression then darkens. “Those fucking hypocrites, saying they support all research when they’re clearly trying to kick me out just because of my research.” he scowls as his large hands are placed on your hips, lifting you up to sit on the table, a bookshelf in front of the table, a good hiding spot. He pushes you down, your back hitting the cold wood as he lifts your skirt, revealing your now very wet panties as he simply pushes the flimsy fabric to the side.

“W-wait D-Dottore- Hhmp!” you say as you suppress a moan when one of his fingers enters you. He’s going rougher than usual, more impatient as well as he shoves a second finger in your drenching cunt. You slap your mouth shut, trying your best to not make a single noise, not even able to tell Dottore to slow down or to stop. “Don’t you love me, darling? If you do then you’ll let me release my stress.” he coos, his breath hot and heavy next to your ears as he licks it. You nod, absolutely in love with him, you wouldn’t get caught, it was such a small possibility, there’s no way that anyone would come to this specific corner. He lets out a breathy sigh as his fingers leave your cunt, leaving you empty for only a split second before thrusting his whole length into you. You let out a whine as Dottore pulls your hair, hissing at your sound. 

“Be quiet, I don’t want anyone ruining this moment.” He thrusts into you, this time particularly deep and harsh as you grasp your mouth tightly, your nails digging into your cheeks. “First, my hometown.” he says, thrusting even deeper as you feel his cockhead poke your womb. “Now, the House of Daena.” another harsh thrust, tears falling down your cheeks as your back arched on the wooden table. “What’s next? The Akademiya?” Your slightly open eyes look at him, those fierce red eyes hidden behind his blue hair, teeth gritting and eyebrows closely knitted together. 

“P-please, D-Dottore..” you beg, whispering as you let go of your hands for a split second, feeling that coiling feeling in your lower abdomen, “P-please let me come, p-p-pleasee.” you whine, trying to keep your voice as low as possible as he grunts, lips curving up into a smirk. “Of course, darling~” he said, his hand snaking up to your clit to harshly rub it in circles, his thumb abusing it as your orgasm hits you like a train, causing you to see stars and come around his cock, your walls clenching and helping him reach his own high. Within a few thrusts and your legs shaking and squirming from overstimulation, he came, flooding your insides with a familiar warmth, you cunt sucking him dry, afraid that if a single drop were to spill on the table then you would get caught. You pant, your breath shaky as his body falls onto you, his chest heaving up and down. Now whenever you enter the House of Daena, that will be the first thing you think of. You weren’t complaining though.

A/N: As my 2 year anniversary here in Tumblr... why not treat myself to another thirst?👀

He say he wanna touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it

While my piggy bank is hungry, my n**, you need to feed it.~

men who will spoil the shit out of you. giving you any kinds of gifts everytime you two see each other. men who will protect you from filthy men, either a look or a touch. men who will take you out to a fancy dinner, kisses your ring on your left ring finger. men who will put a hand on you thigh as you drive back to your lovely home. men who will carry you on their shoulder as they make their way to you bedroom. gently puts you down on the bed and ravish you like a starved man you know he is.

stimulating your clit as his other free hand roams around your body, memorizing how smooth it feels under his hands. kisses you on your neck, working his way down as he reaches his destination. basically, worshipping your body.

◇ Kuroo Tetsurou, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragvindr, Al Haitham, Ayato Kamisato, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kenma Kozume, Zhongli, Kita Shinsuke, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa Tooru

Genshin Impact Roleplay Request

Hello! I'm searching for people who are 18+ and semi lit or above who would like to do a romance roleplay with a genshin impact ship!

If you're interested at all, like this post or dm me!

Reading this makes me really REALLY happy 😌😌

Hi! May I request a scenario of Childe and his s/o the morning after their first time?

Hi anon, of course you can! I've turned it into a reaction featuring multiple characters because this is really sweet

The morning after your first time with the Genshin Menn

Summary: waking up next to your boyfriend after the first time you have sex together. Genre: fluff. Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity (m and f), mention of losing virginity, mature themes. Featuring: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Wriothesley

CHILDE

The sun shone through the window, the light waking you up. Childe grunted softly, "don't leave, comrade." You smiled softly, body still sore from last night. "I'm not going anywhere, Ajax." Tartaglia kissed your neck softly, pulling you close to him. "You should have told me you were a virgin," he said softly. You buried your head into his bare chest, "to have you go easy on me?"

Childe grinned, "to be fair, you can't win all the battles, my love." You smiled and rolled your eyes, "you wanna test that out, Mr. Harbinger?" Tartaglia chuckled loudly, "hm. What are you gonna say when I tell your friends you got ABSOLUTELY RAILED by the eleventh Fatui Harbinger?" You smacked him on his back, "I'd say he totally took advantage of an inexperienced girl. Then, Master Diluc has another reason to beat you up." And Childe gasped, placing his hand on his chest, "you would never!"

DILUC

It was a warm morning in Mondstadt. Diluc's hair was much longer than yours, and flowed under your body. It was ticklish behind the back of your bare neck. He moaned softly, eyes opening slowly. "M-morning,' he yawned, looking at you with his beautiful red, tired eyes. You giggled softly, "good morning, Master Diluc."

Diluc blushed, his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. "Good morning," he smiled, kissing your lips. "Will you marry me?" He murmured. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a loud laugh, "surely it was wasn't that good! It was my first time, after all." He grinned, kissing you again, "yes it was, but I also just want to wake up next to you every day." Before pulling you close for another kiss, bringing the blanket over the two of you.

KAEYA

"Hey, beautiful," Kaeya's raspy voice filled your ears, "did you sleep well?" You rolled over to face him, he had been spooning you before. You blushed, "very well, Sir Kaeya." He chuckled, tracing lines across your body, making you shiver, the touch both foreign and familiar. "Come on, honey, we're way past the formalities, aren't we? Or shall I still call you Traveller, hmm?"

You shook your head and he grinned, "I remember when we first met in Jean's office. You were so lost, and yet you still kept looking at me with an amazed face, like you were checking me out. From that moment on, I already knew I liked you. Thank the Archons that you came to me asking to teach you to swordfight properly, huh? Who knows if we would even interact privately if it weren't for that," he brushed away a loose strand of your hair. You shoved your head into his neck, "Archons! Don't remind me! I was so innocent and desperate back then!" Making Kaeya laugh loudly, kissing you and shaking his head. "My, my, look at you. Not so innocent anymore, hmm?"

ZHONGLI

Zhongli did not sleep that night. After you had sex and drifted off to sleep, he was still processing everything. He had never had sex before, and he could smell that you hadn't either. There was a certain purity in your scent that he did not smell in others. For some reason, even after mating with you for the first time, it was still there. The whole night, as you lay next to him, breathing puffy little breaths, he watched you sleep, promising himself that he would protect you until the end of time.

You were the only kind of treasure he ever truly loved.

Zhongli pretended to sleep as soon as he sensed you waking. There were still many secrets he had hidden from you, and he wished not to scare you away. Zhongli had always seen sex as something necessary, even though he had never had sex before. He always smelled lust on other humans, but with you, he'd only ever smelt purity, and now he knew sex was so much more. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him, "good morning," whispering the words. Zhongli smiled, "good morning, my Qingxing. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley's voice was deep and husky, the sound waking you up. The bed was so warm, you didn't want to get up. Wriothesley smiled, blue eyes shining. "Good morning, beautiful. How do you feel?" You giggled softly, "so good, Mr. Duke," making him grin, rolling his eyes. "I had a really good time last night," you breathed softly. Wriothesley blushed, "I had a really good time last night too, my love."

You giggled again, looking into his eyes. "I'd marry you right now," he murmured, "if you'd let me," you blushed, "I'd marry you right now, too, Your Grace, but if I'm not correctly mistaken, I do believe that's the Chief Justice banging at your door." Wriothesley sighed, pulling you close and kissing him. "Stay for the week?" He murmured. You smiled, kissing him back, "I think I'll be staying for a while, Your Grace."

The pounding on the door got louder. "WRIOTHESLEY!" Yelled the Chief Justice, "I KNOW YOU'RE WITH THE TRAVELLER! OPEN UP NOW OR I SHALL SENTENCE YOU!" there was another loud bang, and a high-pitched voice shrieked outside the door, "PAIMON KNOWS YOU'RE IN THERE, YN!!! THE WHOLE FORTRESS COULD HEAR YOU!!!"

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

The other requests are on their way!!! Hope you like this, anon!

the thing these bunch like the most is watching you try to keep it together when they deny you their attention. like, they want you to let out those pretty tears. it doesn't matter where you are, he wants everyone to know that you're a fussy little baby that needs daddy's/mommy's attention, more specifically their dick/strap. ohoho? you let those tears out, prepare to be humiliated.

KAEYA, CHILDE, ROSARIA, YAE MIKO, YELAN!!

will coo at you if you give them your teary little look. they know what you want and if you wait patiently enough, you'll receive their cock/strap plus more! just be a good little dolly and you'll get everything your little pussy ever wanted. will get a little upset if you act out though.

LISA, jean, diluc, GANYU, keqing, sara, zhongli, NINGGUANG

would drop everything for you! nothing matters more to them than you! just bat your lashes and jut your bottom lip out with a whine and they're on their knees, eating you out like no tomorrow. they love you so much and would never, ever play tricks or be a meanie!

MONA, ITTO, GOROU, KOKOMI, KAZUHA, ayaka, THOMAAA

imagine being kaveh and alhaitham's pretty little partner! they treat you so well but they're so polar opposite.

for example, if you happen to be rutting against one of their pillows, whining and frustrated that the friction was not enough. .

kaveh would coo from the doorway of his bedroom, setting his items aside while he thought of comforting words. he could never be upset at you! at least you were using his pillow, thinking of him and the lewd things you wanted of him.

kaveh would come to your side and lay you down, wiping any stray tears and hair that stuck to your skin. he felt bad for leaving you alone all day and decided to give you the attention you sought out. he lapped up your cunny until his finger found your clit, rubbing it ever so gently. his soft but affectionate actions had you riding a wave of bliss and compassion. his slim hand held your own hand as his other worked away. when he pulled away after you came, he tended to your other needs. 10/10 soft dom!

alhaitham on the other hand would be more irritated. he would fold his arms across his chest and stand in the doorway, waiting until you saw him. of course, he found himself in a trance of how your hips rut against the pillow but resisted his own temptations.

alhaitham would insist for you to continue, taking a seat in a chair by his desk. he watched you struggle to get back into a pleasurable rhythm, eyes staring at your needy self. so mean, so so mean. he wouldn't even try to help you out until you begged politely, sitting on your knees properly. as much as he hated disobedience, he still made the effort to approach you and touch your sobbing cunny. of course, he scoffed and left the room. you knew the rules and so did he. he doesn't like it when you touch yourself without asking. bad girls don't get rewards. 10/10 if you're into mean doms!

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!

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

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

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

i hope i followed the format correctly :>>

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

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

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Stressful Business

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

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

Plot: Yes // Word count: 3.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

He growled in warning. There it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, just like that, he crumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He breaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he could do with some more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Incest/stepcest // threesome.

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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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