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— Angel Thoma BR | genshin
꒰ঌ notes ໒꒱ :: 18+ under the cut, don't read if you're not comfortable with it! uh... enjoy reading bc i felt insane and hesitant on posting this. this is just something short, i may or may not expand and make a pt. 2.....
꒰ঌ contents ໒꒱ :: nsfw. angel!Thoma x Succubus!reader
angel!thoma could resist most things but couldn't resist this beauty that clinged onto him. the way your touch lingered on his body was just too much too ignore, too much for him to simply pass by.
angel!thoma who feels a bit guilty about the thoughts he's been having of you lately. the feeling of desire only grew gradually as his mind stayed on you, as you suddenly press your body against his.
during such a sinful act as to touching himself to lewd thoughts of you, he wants to curse him but it just feels too good. the feeling of you touching him also felt great.. almost too perfect.
angel!thoma who doesn't hold himself back once he's had a taste of you, it drives him mad once he's gotten you where he desired. despite his angel-like appearance, he's not soft, oh he's anything but soft.
angel!thoma who has you pressed up against the surface of anything nearby, preferably a wall. your legs draped over his arms as he presses you further into the wall, he keeps you pinned, not letting you move an inch.
there's not an ounce of guilt present in his actions, his expression once he pounds into you against the wall. only lust, desire and.. passion. the feeling of you clamping down on him, your nails digging into his back as you let out such sinful sounds was just too good to be true.
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Sinful Syllables
Synopsis: Name-spelling never exposed your lover’s dirty secrets like this before. [18+ drabbles]
Characters: Thoma, Ayato, Childe and Dottore x Fem! Reader! <3
Warnings: Pure NSFW content, interact at your own risk. [Content: Oral giving and receiving, Impact Play, Exhibitionism, Humiliation.] [ exposed myself with dottore’s part (>////<) ? ]
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Thoma
Toys
“Ah—Dear! Please, Stop!” His muffled whines were whispered into your ear. Poor Thoma, he tried so hard to resist whatever scandalous plans you had, just for you, yet you’re pushing him to his limit. That vibrating cock ring you had begged him to try— the housekeeper was doing his best to not cum in his boxers, it would be more to add to his already busy schedule. You chuckled lightly as he almost collapsed onto you, opting to guide him to the bedroom to give him his long awaited reward.
Humiliation
He knew you still had some decency not to take the teasing too far in-front of the Kamisato clan, but that doesn’t mean you never done so. You think it’s adorable when he stifles a moan beside you when sitting together, rubbing your hand over his clothed erection. The worst part is that the other maids gave him a questionable look. Embarrassment glowed on his cheeks, covering his face from shame. He couldn’t believe how he had let you reduce him to such a state, maybe it’s that gorgeous grin on your lips—the ones he wanted to kiss so badly.
Oral
He’s inexperienced with giving oral— it’s messy and experimental but it never fails to have you cumming over his tongue from every sloppy kiss to your clit. You’re latching onto his golden hair, tugging on it with every wave of euphoria which hit you, pulling his face flush in-between your thighs. He’s treated you so well, this gesture should be reciprocated too, no? You’d trail your lips over his tip, sucking and licking the sensitive slit of his. Thoma whines and groans whilst you begin to deepthroat his cock, relishing in the feeling of your warm mouth.
Moaning
Thoma makes the prettiest noises— drag your tongue over his nipples and he’ll be whining and whimpering, run sloppy kisses over the tip of his dick and you’ll have a moaning mess of a man beneath you. Each touch of yours flowed pleasurably through his body like water and electricity, he’s always very sensitive. Don’t forget the pleads and broken begs he stutters out when you edge him for the first time, increasing in volume and desperation as minutes passed. “Ah..! Continue, i beg of you!”
Authority
While he is a switch, he’s more on the submissive side. Why you ask? He’s always so busy with his duties he longs for the scenario where he can just let go of himself for once. Your boyfriend is extremely tired once he comes back to you after a day’s work, so much so that he allows you to do whatever you want to him. Ride him? Sure, Thoma adores the way your body slides up and down his cock, evidently with his breathy moans. Just want to cuddle and cockwarm him? That’s completely fine too, he’ll fall asleep with you closer than ever. Some occasions he’ll be dominant with you if you’ve been teasing him for so long, but he always eventually ends up following your every command.
Ayato
Authority
Most definitely dominant, the commissioner prefers to be in control as he knows exactly how to make the both of you feel good. No doubt about it, he finds it endearing how you want to try and top him, but one way or another you’ll be beneath him, punished for trying to tease too much. Whether you want Ayato to be soft or rough, he’ll cater to your desires, just leave it all to him. He will send tides of delight wherever you wish so, on your delicate pussy or your pretty breasts.
Yearning
He tries ever so hard to concentrate on the documents on the table in-front of him, but the longer he stares, the more that unholy image of your unclothed body on the very same desk reappears. His dick throbbed against the tight constraints of his suit trousers, making it even more of a challenge to focus. The friction of his hand trailing up his cock reminded him of your ass grinding against his thigh whilst he’s working— it almost compelled him to invite you to his office himself. Only a few more minutes and he’ll have his way with you.
Addiction
He’s addicted to your soft pants whenever he’s pumping in and out of you—such beautiful noises from his beloved, but ever sinful. It’s futile really, you’re begging to the Celestia above that he’ll let you have your release, you should be praying to him instead. No issue though, Ayato can just fuck you harder and rougher until you realise your mistake and begin to sing melodic pleads to your fiancé instead. He deserves your attention, he supposes.
Threesome
“Relax, princess.” He coos, sending your discomfort upon feeling a second dick resting against your ass. Ayato had proposed the concept of his hydro silhouette mere minutes ago, but the idea hadn’t processed through yet from how hard he was fucking you, reducing your mind to a numb, stimulated mess. The unusual yet not unpleasant sensation of the sly mimic sliding his cock between your soft thighs before thrusting into pace beside your fiancé left you desperate for more and more. A mix of hydro and cum leaked down your legs and poured out from your cunt when they both finished inside you, the silhouette disappeared after Ayato dismissed it, he’d rather put his strength into caring for your exhausted body.
Orgasm
He knows you’re close, he can feel your wet pussy clenching him so tightly. Your moans grew in volume, as did your back arch into Ayato’s bare chest. Does he let you finish, or should be edge you till he’s the one cunning first? Both offers are so, so tempting that the Yashiro commissioner can’t make his mind up. If he’s feeling generous enough that day, he would ask you which you’d prefer. If he’s in a teasing mood, he’ll do the exact opposite of what you ask him, adoring those groans of frustration from your pouty lips. Perhaps you should ask nicely.
Childe
Cum
If there was one place Tartaglia loved to cum, it would be inside of you. Your pussy clenching around his cock in a desirous objective to keep his hot load within you. It was difficult for your boyfriend not to get hard again from how eager you were to please him. His cum is definitely thick and there’s a substantial amount of it—yet it doesn’t take long at all for him to spill all of it wherever he wants. Whether it’s all over his hands whilst showering, thinking of your ass bouncing against his hips or over your breasts, he can’t go a day or two without relieving himself.
Hypersexual
Sex was on his mind constantly, his mind often wanders to your body whilst he’s in important meetings or simply when you’re sleeping beside him. It pains him to have to conceal his hardness; it was something the immature man was yet to learn. Of course, he’d always ask you if you’re comfortable with his high-maintenance libido, just for you he’d be willing to learn self control. Don’t leave him waiting for too long though, or the next time he’ll be pumping into you for hours.
Impregnation
Everyone knows how fond Childe is of familial bonds— he adores the day he’ll be able to greet his children when he arrives from work, dedicating as much time as he can to being a good father. So expect to be held into a mating press with his dick, for once, slowly and carefully moving along your walls, ensuring he hits your cervix so he can fill it with as much of his seed as possible. He lusts over your soft moans, it tells the young harbinger exactly how contented you feel and how deep he’s reaching. Bonus for your husband if you beg him for his cum, he’ll have you in all possible positions to ensure all his sperm can reach your womb.
Lingerie
It’s not a new discovery that Tartaglia has the overflowing income he can spend without any worry. Why not buy you something to pamper yourself with whilst he’s here? Red’s his favourite colour to see, it looks so gorgeous on you. Lace, silk and frills are no exception to these garments, they’ll always be personalised to match you to so that he gets hard just thinking about it. He absolutely adores you teasing him by sitting on his lap or bending over in that skimpy short robe to reveal your delicate panties. So much so that he’ll just move them to the side when he fucks you.
Dacryphillia
Glossy, tear-ridden eyes greet his lusty ones as you try your best to keep it hidden. Cute, but it doesn’t work. Tartaglia will keep thrusting deeper and deeper until the droplets of salty water descend your flushed cheeks. Your pants and cries of it all being too much go unheard—no, ignored even, your boyfriend is too busy overstimulating you. “Awe, it’s alright, princess, at least you know how good i make you feel…mhm?”
Energy
A well-fought harbinger, determined in battle, you can’t expect him to be any less energetic in bed, can’t you? Childe can run on pure lust alone, he disregards any tiredness with the motive of chasing out every last orgasm you have for him. Most nights, expect around three, lengthy rounds—if you’ve managed to work him up or fill him with jealousy, oh no. Be prepared to be bred and fucked until you’re rendered half-unconscious from the pleasure. “Exhausted already, love? Ah, that won’t do, you’ve got more stamina than that, i know you do.”
Dottore
Diversiform
It was all just too much — your pretty mouth stretched open to accommodate for your husband’s cock whilst your delicate hands smoothed over his clones’ either side of you, their grunts drowning out your own cries of ecstasy. Not to mention the lookalike who was pounding deep inside of you, fucking you roughly with each chasmic thrust. Dottore cackled, chanting a compound of praise and coos. He should suggest his lewd ideas more often, he suggests. “Hah, love…just like that, my wife.”
Oral
Your lips were coated in his cum and saliva— Dottore would pull you up by your collar to taste himself from your sore lips, moaning loudly when you’d try to grind against him whilst you temporarily sat on his lap. It was an endless cycle of trying to fit his length into your warm mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks whilst gagging as he had thrusted too far down your throat. Your knees would be scarlet and bruised afterwards— but he knew you liked it rough anyways.
Toys
As, perhaps, the most skilled ‘engineer’ within Teyvat, the proposal of toys had been brought up countless times. Though of course, not without some modifications. Dottore often sat a few feet away, stroking his calloused hand over his dick whilst you pleasured yourself with his inventions. A phallic-shaped piece ravaging your walls, the automatic movement proving too rapid for your limits. Tears collected in the corner of your eyes, hiccuping whilst begging your beloved to fill you up instead. He merely huffed, accelerating the speed once more.
Tentacles
It wasn’t uncustomary for the harbinger to introduce all sorts of new fantasies, but upon witnessing you indulging in such filthy… aquatic novels, he had decided to treat you a little. Hence why you were strewn across his bed, tendrils from who knows where filling you up, the slimy appendages slithering over your clit and pumping against your already full cervix whilst you writhed and moaned, clasping onto Dottore’s hand as he relished in the obscene sounds. You were abandoned in the realm of overstimulation, barely able to slur some muffled pleads from your lips whilst the array of suction cups continued to suck on your sensitive nipples.
Objection
Tears threatened to spill from your glossy eyes when your beloved pulled out right before you reached your climax. He loved watching you force yourself back against his cock, your soft thighs hitting his own in desperation. So cute, maybe he should just let you have your release. On second thought, he recalls your bratty behaviour earlier and the doctor decides your punishment hasn’t finished just yet.
Restraints
Your husband ponders that you look beautiful like this— thick leather straps pulling and coercing your plush thighs open, swerving around your breasts and ass, squeezing them ever so slightly. The mere appearance of the constraints pulling you into submission has him painfully hard whilst he imagines everything he could do to you right now.
Embarrassment
“Look at you, already making a mess of yourself…” The doctor frowned, fucking the disobedience from your body mercilessly whilst he ignored your mewls of humiliation. He just loved seeing your strained expression, retaining as much dignity as you could when you’re literally being stared at by a trio of flustered, lusty fatui agents. The harbinger continued to cackle spontaneously at you, who trying ever so hard not to disappoint her dear husband. Dottore continued to pinch and suck your sensitive nipples whilst he rammed into you over and over again, so much so that you no longer cared who was observing.
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hi!! i really loved your reader drunk complimenting dumeru boys 😭❤️ i was wondering if you can make something similar but with diluc, xiao, thoma? you can add whoever else you want!
thank you in advance, if ever you come across this ask and accept my request! love your writing btw <3
Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And of course, I loved that request so much myself, glad to include some other characters in this now<3
Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Thoma
Content: gender neutral reader; drunk reader; established relationship; general fluffy content
Word count: 2k words
Imagine Reader's parts as drunken gibberish, I can't write that for the life of me xD
Diluc
Even though Diluc himself did not like drinking alcohol and rarely participated in it, he could understand your need for the occaisonal drink at his bar, especially when he noticed you approach after an particular stressful day at work.
He noticed your slumped way of walking, the sour expression on your face as you approached the bar at Angel's Share. Without a word, he turned and prepared your favourite drink for you, placing it in front of you with an understanding nod.
You thanked him and almost downed the drink entirely in one go. So it was that bad, huh?
Like always, he wanted to keep an eye on you the entire time, to ensure you wouldn't drink too much, but something came up and he had to leave the bartending to Charles on his own.
As he emerged from his office within the Angel's Share again after two hours had passed, he was surprised and concerned when he did not see you sitting at the bar anymore.
Alarmed, he was about to dash over to Charles to question him about your whereabouts, but then a shout ripped through the tavern, a voice he would recognise anywhere.
He turned to the source of the noise and found you sitting at one of the many tables in the tavern, surrounded by other people who were heavily drunk and singing along with the bards... just like you were.
Diluc turned again to look at Charles, who only spared him one apologetic look before he tended to other customers again.
"DILUC!"
The shout of his name brought him to turn his attention back to your drunken self, as you tried approaching him on your stumbling and unsafe legs. He caught you under your arms as you were about to fall right in front of him, but this only made you giggle more.
"Where have you been? You missed out on SOOO much fun!", you laughed and giggled while talking, raising your glass to your lips again to drink even more. But Diluc caught your hand before you could do so, gently taking the glass from your grip.
"I think you've had enough for the night, darling."
"No! I'm pracitcally sober! See?". You tried convincing him, but you were basically stumbling while only staying in one spot, so it wasn't exactly successful.
"Come on, it's time to get you to bed.", he said as he then gently picked you up, one hand supporting your upper body while his other arm was holding you under your legs.
You let out a surprised noise at the sudden motion, but soon started giggling again, wrapping your arms around his neck as Diluc carried you out the tavern and began the walk back to his mansion.
It was late at night already, but that didn't stop you from talking the entire time, commenting either about the time of day or what you were seeing upon your travels.
"WOW, did you see the shape of that bush?!"
"Has that flower always been there? ...Why is it staring at me?"
Diluc couldn't help but smile at your crazy talk. He wished he could see what you were seeing right now, but it's best if he didn't.
This carried on for a while, him carrying you like this while you commented on absolutely everything without pause, until suddenly, you slapped your hands against his cheeks, holding his face like that and making him look at you.
Surprised, he stopped walking, looking at you questioningly as you were practically staring him in the eyes, not saying anything.
"...What?", he asked after a few seconds of silence as you began squinting your eyes together.
"You have such a pretty face, you know that?", you suddenly said, before giggling again, letting go of Diluc's face again and hiding your own against his chest.
Meanwhile, Diluc had combusted into all the different shades of red at your compliment. His brain stopped working for a second at the unsuspected praise of his appearance.
When he tried nudging you, he noticed that you'd finally fallen asleep in his arms, looking peacefully unaware. Diluc sighed, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering "Sweet dreams" into your ear as he carried on his way, holding you tightly against his chest.
He knew you would feel the full force of your drinking tomorrow morning, but he would be there as well, to help and comfort you through it.
Xiao
He was still not too familiar with the customs of the humans, so he didn't think too much of it when you told him that you were going out for a few drinks with your friends.
He just nooded and wished you a good night with them while he would focus on his duties for the time you were going to be apart. Never would he have thought it would end like this..
The night has already progressed quite far, but there were still no signs of you coming back. And Xiao was slowly starting to get worried.
He hasn't heard anything from you at all. Normally, you would call his name and he would accompany you back home, to make sure you would arrive safe and sound.
But never before did it take you this long, you usually never stayed out this late.
So the fact that it happened now, made his mind spin with worry and a hundred different scenarios on what could have happened to you while he wasn't there to protect you.
As his thoughts kept wandering and getting worse by the second, he suddenly heard you... your voice... calling his name..
He was confused for only a second because your voice didn't sound as paniced like he had imagined it would, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as he teleported to you.
To his surprise, he stood in the middle of a very crowded place, people all around him and shouting and singing very loudly with each other. Is this what you called a "tavern" earlier?
Xiao then looked around and spotted you not too long after. You were standing with your back turned to him, so he approached you, wanting to know why you called for him.
As he came closer, he noticed you standing with your group of friends. The closer he got, the better he began to understand what you were talking about.
"... so handsome! And his hair! Oh my god, his hair! It's so fluffly! Like, you wouldn't think it, but it's so..."
You were rambling, your friends laughing at your drunken monologue about your boyfriend, which made you pout.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's true, Xiao is very handsome and loveable!"
Xiao froze in his tracks over hearing you say that. Was that why you called his name? Because you were gushing to your friends about him?
"Yeah, yeah, we know, (Name).", your friends were laughing and giggling even more at your pouting, to which you then decided to turn around to get another drink from the bar. Although those plans of your were long forgotten as you recognized the face of your boyfriend in the crowd.
"XIAO!", you screamed, a huge grin appearing on your face as you immediately ran towards him, startling the poor Adeptus even more. He was unsure how to react in this situation, but you just took care of that for him.
Jumping up into his arms, hugging your arms around his neck, you giggled as you burried your face into his neck. "What are you doing here?", you asked him after a minute, only now realizing how strange his presence here was.
"You.. called my name.", Xiao explained, a bit awkward since your friends were watching you two and he did not know how to handle you right now. You were acting so different than usual..
"I did? Really.. I don't remember..", you pondered, but moments later, it was already forgotten again as you hugged him again, giggling like a madman, continuing to mumble "Xiao.. Xiao.. my Xiao..", while you did so.
Xiao was blushing like crazy, and the best thing he knew to do right now was to escape this situation as soon as possible.
"I'll be taking her home now.", he said directed to your friends. Then, placing an arm around your back, he teleported you and himself back to his room at Wangshuu Inn, were he laid you down on the bed.
He would let you rest for now, but there were a lot of questions he needed you to answer tomorrow morning..
Thoma
Thoma himself did not drink often, but he also never stopped you from doing so, knowing that you liked to go out from time to time to have fun this way. And he always took care of you when you had a terrible hangover the next day.
You always felt guilty about it and he would tell you that he didn't mind it a bit, but it didn't help your conscious at all. Still, the next best opportunity you got, you would do it again.
It became somewhat of a routine that Thoma would look after you when you overdid it with the drinking again.
Like today...
It was only supposed to be two or three drinks with some friends at a bar, but it escalated when a certain Oni came into the picture, challenging you to a drinking game which you could not turn down.
Thoma tried his best in talking you out of it, but your pride got the better of you. And now, you were horribly drunk, your head resting on the bar counter as you giggled and laughed at absolutely nothing.
Your friends and other spectators were laughing at you, as well as the drunk Oni next to you, while Thoma was shaking his head. He did feel pity for you, because the hangover would be gruesome, but on the other hand, he did warn you and you refused to listen to him. It was your own fault...
Deciding that enough was enough, he went over to you, gently patting your back.
"Come on, (Name). It's time to go home now.", he said as he took one of your arms to place it over his shoulder, while his other arms wrapped around your back so he could help you walk better.
You were barely conscious at this point, only unintelligable noises leaving your lips, interrupted by the occaisonal giggle or laughter.
The people made room for the two of you as Thoma helped you to get outside, the fresh air hitting your face and you soon felt like you became a bit more clear in the head again.
Suddenly realizing that you were walking, you looked at the figure next to you through squinted eyes. You didn't recognize much, other than the fact that whoever that was, they were looking rather handsome..
"Heeyy.. you come here often?", you asked, the words managed to come out after a few attempts. The person next to you was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a chuckle from them.
"You could say that, yes.", they answered you, which satisfied you for now. You nodded, walking in silence for a bit, until a new realization hit you.
"Wait.. where are we going?"
"I'm taking you home. You had a bit too much to drink, (Name)."
You only nodded again, letting this strange person walk you back to your home without further resistance. Maybe, if you were more sober, you would have realized the hidden dangers in this if the person next to you would have been anyone else..
As soon as you were through the door of your home and your head hit your soft pillow, your lights went out instantly and you were snoring softly, sleeping like a rock.
With a sigh, but also a fond smile on his lips, Thoma looked at you and shook his head as he made sure to pull the blankets over your body, before he left for now to gather a few herbs and medicine to help your recovery later...
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#.that’s the spot !~
⭐︎➢ #8. “m’gonna b-break- n-not there! ahh!~”
✧ — FEATURING: thoma. albedo. xiao.
✦⌇WARNINGS: MNDI. DARK CONTENT AHEAD. GN!READER + handjob + blowjob + prostrate massage? + overstim + dry orgasm + fingering ( giving ) + degradation ( giving ) + brat taming ( with scaramouche ) + praise + spanking + punishment ( giving ) + dacryphilia + aphrodisiac
A/N : part 2 with kazuha — scaramouche — aether — gorou coming after ‼️‼️
THOMA.
☆ — “a-ah! one!”, thoma yelps whilst you give him a nice spank, massaging the flesh after abruptly thwacking it. you caught him touching himself when you specifically told him not to. “what a slut, don’t forget to count honey”, you smack his ass again and again. but you couldn’t help slip a finger into his tight hole, your other hand continuously making harsh contact with his skin. however thoma only cries out when you bump directly onto his prostate. “nonono-“, spank. “a-anghhh! m-m’gonna break!~ ♡♡u-ungh not ther-e ah ahnng ♡”, he was incredibly sensitive, you’ve just started and he’s already twitching like crazy.
[ MORE UTC ]
your fingers play with insides just until he comes, the tight knot unfolding as you continue to ravage him and his cum spills all over your lap. but you just love to toy with him. “oh thoma~ you can cum again right?”, he knew he’d be broken by the end of your punishment.
…and here you are, lightly rubbing thomas sticky tip, his cock an angry red as the pool of cum lays underneath him. “n-no…please i-i ah!~ ♡c-can’t cum again.♡♡”, you pity him. it was 3rd orgasm, poor bby, his cheeks are flushed and his entire body twitches. wkdwjsj how cute <3
ALBEDO.
☆ — it is extremely fun to have to access to albedos lab especially when you’re quite skill full at alchemy. you’ve decided to make a potion that enhances a mammals hormones and cause them to breed, “YES! i’ve made it successfully!”, since albedo wasn’t here yet you decided to make dinner but his drink would be a little special. soon albedo returned from whatever journey he was on and was surprised to see you with two plates in hand, you were both eating just fine until you had offered him some strawberry milk. “drink up! it has a little twist~”, he was hesitant but the moment he took his last sip, his legs closed instantaneously and his eyes brows furrowed
placing your hand right on his clothed cock, he squirmed, and bucked his hips for more friction, “i-i- h-hot♡ m-m’so hot~”♡♡, it worked!, “let me help you dearest.”and that’s what led you here, shoving a dildo nice and snug in his hole, “n-not there! not there!! t-too sensitive ♡anghh!~ mm! ahahh~♡”, you harshly stroke his cock as fuck him. hmm he’s so pretty like this you should make that drink more often <33
XIAO.
☆ — nah let’s be fr. the only way you’d get xiao in such a state is to play it off as innocent first, you’d been so ‘tired’ after spending time with the traveller, so you’d just been hoping for some cuddles, “xiaoooo? adeptus xiao?”, and like magic he appeared, “you called?”, you explained to him how you’d just wanted to cuddle for a while and to your surprise, he calmly accepted, expecting nothing less than to just hug each other and lie down, what he didn’t expect was for your palm to slide down his body, “m-mortal! what do you th- ah!~”, you giggle as you toy with his tip before pressing your body right up against his, stroking his cock but stopping just before he cums, “a-ah! h-hey! i wanted to- mmph! angh!~ ah”, fucking his ass was a good idea but you wanted to hit that special spot, that when you touch it his toes curl, his eyes roll back, and his back arches.
“a-angh! ♡♡n-not there! mmm- angh ohhh unghh♡!”, xiaos entire body shakes as he lets himself go, drowning in the pleasure of his abdomen contracting yet the tears cascade when you continue your assault, “no! stop! mmm t-too much! s’too much! ♡anghh!”, bringing an adeptus to tears from the pain of pleasure was so fucking hot, you couldn’t help but get addicted <33
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I saw your praise nsfw post so may i request it with thoma and zhongli next :p
NS!FW. 18+ ONLY!
Come and feed, children. The food is ✨spicy✨
Sorry this took so long!! I’m feeling a lot better now so my creative brain juices are flowin’ again uwu.
Summary: Genshin boy’s with a reader who likes to be praised (just incase ya’ll didn’t see the previous request)
Warnings: Ns!fw, soft smut, public spice (Zhongli), Zhongli also gets a ego™️, swearing, established relationship, Gn!reader, not proof-read, I don’t know what else to put hdjfhdj.
Characters: Zhongli, Thoma.
Zhongli~
I headcanon that this man is one of the most innocent about sex.
Like he knows about it and he knows what it’s for but he’s never had the need to look into it before you.
He’s a little confused at first but he got the spirit.
It doesn’t last long though because his godlike ego inFLATES.
When you moan out his name just a little louder after he praises you, my man couldn’t stop.
Instant turn on.
He enjoys being worshiped after all wink wink
Your relationship with zhongli was extremely honest.
There wasn’t a thing about you that the other didn’t know.
At least so he thought.
Little did he know you’d been hiding the fact that whenever he praised you for doing something, Your heartbeat went just a little bit faster.
One night after coming back from a special anniversary date, your conversation changed to a more intimate topic.
You and Zhongli had done the do once or twice before but you were just too busy with your commissions to have much time or energy to get all steamy, which Zhongli; being the gentleman he is, understood!
So when the conversation started about being a little more intimate, you shyly happened to mention that you really, really liked it when he praised you. A switch in him flipped.
He already enjoyed giving his people praise when it was due.
He was used to them almost begging to be acknowledged by the great geo archon!
But now he’s retired. The only person he wants to show that praise and appreciation for, is you.
So now, you were a little surprised to say the least when you found yourself pressed up against his statue while his fingers worked their magic on your sex, while his pretty lips left equally pretty marks on your neck and shoulder.
Something about the way you squirmed and whimpered out his name whenever he did praise you, sent sparks shooting up his body.
“You’re being so good, darling”
“How does it feel to have your archon praise you like this?”
“Such sweet sounds you make, dear. Why don’t you moan a little louder for your god~”
Needless to say that walking home is definitely going to be a challenge.
Good thing your boyfriend is more than happy to carry you back, all while whispering more praises and all the things he has in store for you when you get home~
Thoma~
Ok ok, hear me out.
I think Thoma has a slightly kinky side to him.
He’s such a sweet, precious boy that he has to have some way he lets out any frustrations that he’s been too kind to bring up to others!
Not to mention, he’s so incredibly in love with you that he’ll do his best to make sure you feel good no matter what!
He also is very much into praising, so if you start doing the same to him while he’s praising you then things will get very spicy, very fast!
You and Thoma were slowly being recognised and Inazuma’s cutest couple.
You worked together as a team almost all the time. Helping people with any problems they had and just generally helping to keep the place as issue free as possible!
That doesn’t mean that I’d was always easy though. Sometimes things would just go wrong for no reason and it left the both of you feeling… frustrated.
And today was one of those days. You had both accidentally over slept leaving not time for your usual morning hugs or kisses before Thoma had to rush off to the Kamisato estate and you had to hurry over to the adventures guild to pick up your daily commissions!
After that things just seemed to go down hill. Not for any particular reason other than you were both just really pent up for some reason and it just kept getting worse.
So you couldn’t really say you were surprised when later that night, Thoma had you sitting on the table, legs around his waste while thrusting his pretty hips into you~
Nothing but both of your moans and curses could be heard throughout your house, along with the soft creaking of the wooden table underneath you while Thoma lovingly nuzzles his face into the crook of you neck.
“Archons, y/n. You feel so good!”
“I needed this so badly, please don’t stop!”
“You look so pretty while I’m inside you, sweetheart!”
After a little while you could help but start giving him praises as well, causing him to rut even more into you while letting out the prettiest of whimpers.
Definitely Inazuma’s cutest couple~
Bruh I’m taking care of a injured baby bird and it’s so loud, like I’m happy it’s recovering but my dude please chill I’m autistic T-T
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— thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife ⟢
thoma was taught to only take what’s reasonably given to him. but what if ayato offers something he can’t refuse?
★ FEATURING; kamisato ayato x reader x thoma
★ WORD COUNT; 11.5k words
★ TAGS; established relationship, resolved sexual tension, smut
★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (minors dni), consensual? cuckolding?, ayato basically orchestrates his own wife's ntr :/
★ NOTES; this is honestly so so nasty i still shiver a little whenever i read it SJAHSFSDH i hope you enjoy hehehe
★ HEADER ART CR; ashx_sool on twt
★ SMUT TAGS: accidental voyeurism, threesome, masturbation (m), brief m/m action; don't like, don't read, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration in one hole, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, aftercare
Thoma’s been acting strange lately.
You can’t help but notice that once you started living inside the Kamisato Estate. Of course, you’re no stranger to the four corners of the property – having been betrothed to the Commissioner for a few years now. This means you’ve become quite familiar with the rest of the Kamisato retainers, as well.
Their chief retainer and housekeeper was always such an unintentional charmer. Thoma was as kind as he was diligent, accomplishing tasks from a broad spectrum of categories. Be it his cover-up job as a fixer in Ritou, being the right-hand man of Kamisato Ayato himself, or his duties as the main housekeeper, Thoma never fails to impress.
You’ve only managed to officially marry into the family two weeks earlier, and the Kamisato clan made you feel nothing short of welcome. Ayato even organized a small banquet on behalf of your marriage, and you couldn’t be happier to start the next phase of your life with him.
But going back to Thoma…
He’s a good friend that you’ve known for years. The blond housekeeper was always there for you in moments when you started to doubt your engagement. Ayato is a busy man, and that’s something you found difficult to fully accept when you were younger. You envied your friends, who didn’t have to share their husbands’ attention with mountains of deskwork. But no matter how childish your rants could be, Thoma would give you the reassurance you needed in a heartbeat.
“Marrying into any Tri-Commission family isn’t easy, miss,” he told you once, flashing you a comforting smile. “But I hope you know that there’s nothing Lord Ayato would want more than to fulfill his obligations both to Inazuma, and to you. ”
Admittedly, if it weren’t for Thoma, your marriage would’ve fallen through before you could even practice for the final rites. It’s a good thing he was such a good mediator that, once he helped Ayato realize he’d been falling behind in his role as your fiancé, you managed to salvage your engagement altogether.
Long story short, you’re glad to have Thoma around.
So when he starts acting all shifty around you, it rightfully arouses a few questions in your head.
It’s been a week since you moved into the estate. The other retainers treated you the same way they have for years, finding nothing unusual for the Commissioner’s wife to start living in his home. After all, it was an Inazuman custom. Yet the person who you expected to give you the warmest welcome of all turned out to be the most evasive.
Things have been relatively normal during the first few days. Thoma would greet you whenever you passed him in the halls, invite you for strolls on Ayaka’s behalf, and even offer to do your errands in the city. But all of a sudden, he would start steering clear of you for reasons unknown. Thoma always refuses to meet your eyes in the rare chance you could speak to him – replying hurriedly before excusing himself. He doesn’t invite you for strolls, nor does he offer to run errands either.
If it had been anyone else, you would’ve understood. Retainers always maintained a respectable courtesy for their masters and mistresses – you know this well. But the fact that it’s Thoma who’s suddenly treating you like a stranger makes you a bit…sad.
Ayato notices the shift in your mood right away.
“It’s not like you to brood,” he comments before climbing under the covers with you. “Anything on your mind?”
You manage a soft laugh. “Nothing that you should worry about, my lord.”
Ayato pouts. “I wonder when you’ll grow out of your habit of calling me that.”
“Hehe, maybe in a few years.”
Once both of you have settled underneath the large futon, you find your head pressed firmly against Ayato’s chest. The sound of his heart beating calmly beneath your ear manages to quell your unease somewhat. When you take a long whiff, you catch the faint scent of pearbells on his nightclothes. You sigh – burrowing further into your husband’s embrace.
“Will you answer me this time if I ask again?”
He stares expectantly with an important document he’s reviewing on one hand, while toying with your hair with the other. Ayato doesn’t even have to elaborate; not that you had any intention of hiding it from him any longer.
“Do you think Thoma hates me?” you mumble, shying away from his lilac stare.
Ayato pauses for a moment, as if considering your words, before he sits upright to toss the papers onto the nightstand. You mourn the loss of his touch a little – a pout of your own springing forth on your face. He laughs when he sees it before pressing a fleeting kiss on your lips.
“Now what could’ve given you that idea, darling?”
You heave another sigh, prompting your husband to pull you into a seating position as he settles you on his lap. This position is a bit too…promiscuous than what you’re used to, but when Ayato nuzzles the crook of your neck with his nose, you realize he’s trying to appease you, even just a little.
His affection makes you sigh with contentment. You’re glad that you’re at that phase of your relationship where he can hold you this freely and comfortably. Archons know it wasn’t exactly a smooth start for the both of you when it came to these kinds of things. Ayato is the world-renowned Yashiro Commissioner, so it’s normal for him to be absent. Back then, you dreaded the mere idea of bringing up intimacy with him, out of fear that you’re being too needy.
But you’ve long realized that Ayato is more attentive than you’d otherwise expect.
“I don’t know,” you admit. “It just feels like he’s been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?”
He hums curiously. “It’s only been a few days, but you’re doing your part as a representative of the Yashiro Commission splendidly. I heard Her Excellency was quite impressed with your plans of expanding cultural relations with other nations.”
“Reviving the Irodori Festival was your idea,” you remind him, cheeks warming at his praise. “All I did was put the plan on the table… B-But that’s besides the point! I was thinking I might’ve done something of a smaller scale that unknowingly offended Thoma.”
“Oh? Do you have any idea what that might be?”
Despite the comforting warmth of his embrace, you turn around to flash Ayato a suspicious look. There it is again – that teasing lilt of his voice, clueing you in that he might know more about your predicament than what he’s letting on.
“I wouldn’t be lamenting in the first place if I did,” you grumble.
He laughs again, planting a kiss on your cheek as an apology. “Well, if it eases your mind, I’ll be the one to tell you that Thoma isn’t the kind of person who avoids those he has problems with.”
“Then why…?”
Instead of reassuring you with a direct response, Ayato latches his mouth across the thrum of your pulse, making you squeak in surprise.
“M-My lord –”
He sighs. “You’re with me right now, yet you continue to worry about other men? My wife is so cruel~”
It was a statement that could have easily been laced with jealousy, but there’s none of that with Ayato. If anything, he spoke the words in that typically sly manner of his – a side of him you’d only gotten intimately acquainted with a few months before your marriage.
You’re well aware that it’s in your husband’s nature to be more mischievous than most Commissioners, but…
Ayato takes you by surprise again when he turns you around on his lap, forcing you to come face-to-face with his half-lidded gaze. Your chest twists with embarrassment and the inexplicable desire to hide your flustered expression. Despite having shared his bed several times before, it feels like your first all over again whenever Ayato gets in the mood.
“How about we worry about our favorite retainer in the morning?” he asks slowly, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb.
Before you can even get a chance to respond, Ayato presses forward and kisses you deeply, hands migrating to the swell of your hips as he holds you in place. In spite of your initial timidness, you respond in kind. You move your lips to the rhythm he’s set like you’ve done so many times before, and you’re reminded of how perfectly in-sync the two of you have always been.
Ayato nudges the lapels of your kimono off your shoulders, exposing your bare breasts to the cool evening air. You don’t try to cover up like you usually would. After all, your husband likes it when you lay yourself bare for him to see.
“Always such a pretty little thing,” he sighs, fingers sliding across the curves of your waist – making you shiver with anticipation. “Someone as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to stress themself as much as you’re doing right now, darling.”
“Now, won’t you let your husband help get your mind off things?”
His offer makes another wave of embarrassment crash over you. Your duties after marrying into the Yashiro Commission are no laughing matter, but they still pale in comparison to Ayato’s. If there’s anyone in dire need of stress relief between the two of you, it’s most certainly him.
But…
“Ayato,” you whine, tugging at the front of his kimono impatiently. “Don’t tease…”
The Commissioner chuckles, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. You would’ve fawned at the gesture, if the possessive grip he has on your waist hadn’t gotten tighter.
All those lingering thoughts about Thoma went up in smoke as Ayato shifts on the futon – making you rest comfortably against the headboard as he works his way between your legs. Your husband is a big fan of foreplay, unfortunately. Instead of taking you the moment he feels like it, Ayato enjoys stringing you apart with his bare hands more than the chase that comes with release. His desire to see you squirm lines up perfectly with the version of him that most people find insufferable.
(But it’s also the one you love the most.)
He bunches the hem of your kimono around your waist, peppering your thighs with soft kisses that make your heart flutter. Then, when Ayato drags your underwear down with his teeth, you’re too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Ah, ah~ We can’t have that,” he singongs, reaching up to grasp your chin with his fingers. “Come on, darling. Tell me what you’d like me to do with this sinful body of yours.”
The sultry look in Ayato’s eyes makes a wave of heat ripple through your core, but you’re convinced he already knows just how much you actually want him. You let out a shuddering breath once his free hand traces circles on the sensitive flesh of your thighs.
To his surprise, you decide to unfurl the digits curled beneath your face – taking his middle and index into your mouth with a long, seductive lick. A hint of surprise crosses his smug features as you shamelessly lubricate Ayato’s fingers with the heat of your tongue.
“I want you.” You speak the words before lowering his hand, spreading your legs wider. “Ayato, please…”
Your husband shakes his head with a withering smile, sliding the fingers you’d prepared for him so nicely into your sopping entrance. You cry out, completely taken by surprise as Ayato starts lapping at the juices dripping between your thighs.
It doesn’t take a lot of effort to push you over the edge. Even if you hail from one of the many noble families in Inazuma, no amount of etiquette classes can hide how sensitive you can be once you’re under the mercy of Kamisato Ayato. He knows you like it when he pumps his fingers slow and deep while quickly flicking his tongue across your swollen clit as an added stimulus. The squelch of your walls as he eats you out always sounds like music to his ears – much more the wanton moans that spill from your lips.
Once he gets you mounted on his cock, it’s another story entirely. Your tight cunt always takes him so well – like you were fashioned to be his from the moment you were born. Ayato likes you best when you’re still recovering from an orgasm he’d coaxed with his mouth and fingers alone; when you’re sensitive to the touch, yet receive his advances readily, still.
Though he hides it well, your husband is quite obsessed with you. From the dignified way you carried yourself in court to your lascivious reception of his touch – he adores each facet that you trusted him enough to show.
Now, as he watches you bounce on his cock, breathless, and beautiful, and everything he’s ever loved –
It doesn’t surprise him how you’d easily catch the eyes of someone else.
“A-Ayato,” you moan, fingers laced around his neck as you press your forehead against his. “You feel so good… You’re hitting me so deep.”
He chuckles softly, meeting your lips in a tongue-filled kiss.
“You shouldn’t say such things, darling,” he tells you huskily. “If you don’t want me to ruin you, you’ll avoid stirring me up like that.”
Ayato groans when you bring down your hips with a particularly tantalizing roll. He feels you tightening your walls around his throbbing length, and he nearly loses it right there.
“But I want you to,” you tell him, lips parted as you pinpoint your own orgasm. “I want you to ruin me. Fill me with your cum…”
Archons above, you’re perfect.
Without warning, Ayato flips you back onto the futon, forcing your face onto the pillows as he pounds you from behind. His rough movements make you moan in delight as the head of his cock repeatedly hits a spot inside that makes you see stars. The tight grip he has on your ass is uncharacteristic of the calm and composed Yashiro Commissioner, but Ayato knows you take pride in your ability to make him lose all sense of control.
He adores seeing you so utterly debauched for him. But as your husband finally spills himself inside of you, feeling your cunt tighten around his length in the height of your orgasm –
Ayato catches the shadows shift beneath the sliding doors.
“I love you,” you whisper breathlessly, turning around to meet his mouth with a sloppy kiss – oblivious to what he just saw.
He forces his lips not to shift into a knowing smirk after his discovery. Instead, Ayato murmurs the same words against the column of your throat as he slowly thrusts his hips – helping you ride out your orgasm. The satisfied purr that resounds deep in your chest lets him know that you’re more or less pleased with his performance, just as you were the other night.
He wonders if your one-man audience enjoyed the show just like last time, too.
…
Thoma constantly wonders if he has the worst luck or the worst timing or both.
Living in Inazuma already gave him his fair share of mishaps and misfortunes. But he’s confident to say that once he made a living for himself here in the Kamisato estate, his life had more or less turned for the better. He’s the chief retainer, the Kamisato housekeeper, the –
Scumbag who shamelessly pops a boner for his lord’s wife.
It was an accident, really. A few nights ago, he was supposed to deliver an important document for Ayato to go over, since the concerned party handed it to Thoma later than the prescribed date.
Though he definitely could've waited until morning to give it to him, Ayato once told Thoma that receiving updates for this project in particular was of high priority. Even if it was the dead of night, he’d given his chief retainer permission to disturb him if there was any progress with the paperwork involved.
So, he did! Thoma marched off to Ayato’s quarters with the extremely late document in hand just like he asked.
But when Thoma raised a hand to knock –
“A-Ayato!”
He feels all his cognitive functions halt for a split second. Thoma has spent years by your side – not as much time as he devoted to the Kamisato siblings, but enough to recognize your voice even if the Commissioner’s name was shaped around…a moan.
That’s the other thing – you never call Ayato by his name. It’s always Lord Kamisato, or my lord, or some other variation. Even if the two of you already tied the knot, Thoma knows that you still hesitate to cross that line despite his lord’s insistence.
So he can’t blame himself for feeling utterly shocked to hear you make such a lewd sound.
That’s not even the worst part. With how quiet the estate was that night, Thoma can hear the wet slap of skin-on-skin from inside the room – painting all sorts of pictures in his poor mind. The chief retainer is nothing short of courteous, but he was still a man. The moment his imagination conjured images of you intimately entangled with Ayato –
Thoma swiftly headed back to his room before he could finish the thought; even taking a long, cold shower to snap him out of it completely.
He tried to act like nothing happened the next morning – handing the document he was supposed to give to Ayato immediately after breakfast. The Commissioner didn’t seem to notice anything different, so Thoma was convinced he was doing a good job in acting the part.
But when he crossed paths with you again…
“Thoma,” you greeted him cheerily. “The herbal tea you brought home from Ritou was really good. Lord Kamisato and I had shared a cup before heading to bed last night, and –”
Before doing all sorts of indecent things behind closed doors, you mean?
He nearly slapped himself for thinking such a thing, especially when you were looking up at him with innocent admiration in your eyes. It’s so difficult to imagine that the woman standing in front of him was the same one he heard last night. Even if Thoma wanted nothing more than to pretend like he hadn’t heard anything unusual out of courtesy –
“I-I’m glad you like it, milady,” he coughed out awkwardly, side-stepping you in the hallway. “I’d love to stay a while longer to chat, but Lady Ayaka asked me to do something for her, so…”
Gods. He felt like he committed a crime when the smile fell from your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry for holding you up,” you hastily apologize with a bow. “I’ll see you later then?”
Thoma didn’t answer at the time. But over the next few days, he did get to see you – more often than he would like.
He was convinced that this was just a passing itch. It’s been a while since Thoma has taken any lovers – not that he had the time to entertain the idea in the first place.
Being the chief retainer to the Yashiro Commission didn’t give him more work per se. It’s Ayato that receives the brunt of it. Thoma’s job was to support him whenever he needed it – which was quite often, if the Commissioner’s tight schedule was anything to go by.
But every time he tried to act like his usual self around you, his brain always seemed to betray him. Images of your innocent face contorted mid-moan would plague his mind, and Thoma had no choice to dismiss himself in the middle of a conversation with you before you noticed the erection straining against his pants.
It’s embarrassing. He felt like a prepubescent teen who’s never had sex in his life. But what made this (hopefully) passing attraction all the more terrible was the fact that you belonged to Ayato, not him. Thoma knew that for a fact, and yet…
Tonight, when he was scheduled to fetch the document he’d given to the Commissioner days prior, Thoma lucked out once again when he walked in on another intimate moment.
“You feel so good… You’re hitting me so deep.” A soft laugh, underlined by the sound of squelching flesh.
“You shouldn’t say such things, darling. If you don’t want me to ruin you, you’ll avoid stirring me up like that.”
“But I want you to… I want you to ruin me. Fill me with your cum.”
Thoma’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor as you whined from the other side of the door – the sounds of your lovemaking doing him no favors in keeping his head in the right place. Archons, who knew you could talk like that? Were you the same, clueless woman who constantly questioned her betrothal to Kamisato Ayato?
For a moment, Thoma pictured himself on top of you, prying your legs apart as he eased himself inside your slick entrance. He imagined what you would look like as you begged him to fill you up the same way you did with your husband.
He knew he should’ve bolted back to his own room at the first signs of Ayato being occupied with…something else like last time. But Thoma’s feet were rooted to the spot as he had his fill of the obscene noises coming from inside.
This was wrong – fucked up in so many levels. If anyone else caught him standing here, listening to his lord have sex with his wife, Thoma wouldn’t be surprised if that alone cost him his job. No matter how distinguished his name was today, some things just couldn’t be forgiven.
That was all the nudge he needed to walk back to the bath – taking an even longer shower in hopes of cleansing the impure thoughts from his body.
It didn’t work, though. Because as Thoma lays in the solitude of his own room, his cock is painfully hard underneath his own nightclothes. He stares at the ceiling with resentment, wondering why he’s so goddamn pent up, that he’d lust after you despite knowing the consequences.
A devilish voice in the back of his head insisted that once he’d gotten off once, it would all be over. He’d finally be able to go back to how things were before this unexpected turn of events without fearing for the loss of his livelihood. That’s the only thing that kept his conscience intact as Thoma let a hand slip between his legs – palming his hard length through the fabric.
Just once, he promised to himself. Just once, and never again.
As he undid the rest of his clothes, Thoma hissed once his rough fingers came into contact with his sensitive cock. He screws his eyes shut, gathering the beads of precum glistening across the tip as he lathers his shaft with his own essence.
Not enough. This isn’t nearly enough lubrication as he needed.
Shamelessly, the blond sits upright, spitting into his palm before wetting his cock in a more satisfying manner. He groans, wondering if the tight ring of your pussy feels just as warm, and just as wet. Thoma knows better, though, but tells himself that all he deserves is own hand and spit for thinking of you in such a filthy way.
He pictures you with your breasts pressed against his futon – ass mounted high in the air as you present your needy cunt. Imagining you saying his name the same way you said Ayato’s strikes several nerves at once, and Thoma is convinced you might actually make him come in real life only by calling out to him like that.
Thoma pumps his length in a tight fist faster, breathing erratically as he leans against the wall. He lets himself fantasize how you’d look with his cock between your lips. Would tears glisten in your eyes as he thrusts himself into the heat of your mouth? Knowing how Ayato must’ve trained you, you’re the type to swallow each drop of cum he spills down your throat.
Though the gods might smite him for all these lecherous thoughts, Thoma is in too deep to backtrack now.
Thoma’s golden bangs stick to his forehead with each bated breath. His shoulders heave as he stares down at his swollen member, entertaining the silly thought that he’s forgotten how to masturbate after being occupied with work for so long. But instead of ridiculing himself more than he already has…
His eyes flutter closed as he cooks up another scene entirely. Instead of picturing himself vying for someone else’s wife, Thoma imagines you taking two cocks at the same time.
You’d be so good at it, too – sloppily sucking him off like a woman starved as Ayato pounds your abused cunt. Tears will streak down your face, and he would pull you off his cock to kiss them away. Ayato would then angle his thrusts until he has you crooning both of their names.
It’s pure bliss – he can almost taste it on his tongue. Thoma nearly pops a vein in his arm with how riled up he’s gotten as he inches himself closer and closer to the edge.
The image of your tight pussy stuffed with both of their cocks – his and Ayato’s spend dripping down your thighs as you showed them the most fucked-out look he could picture – is the last straw. The pinnacle of his pent-up fantasies. But as Thoma pumps his load into his own hand to avoid staining the sheets, the chief retainer is quickly roused from his lust-filled haze.
White noise rings in his ears. Thoma doesn’t feel relieved of a burden he’s been carrying for days.
In fact, his guilt only festers.
...
The next day, Thoma finds himself hard at work in the kitchen.
Springtime is easily his favorite season. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom all across Mount Yougou, and he can’t help but feel the uplifting atmosphere that surrounds the estate during this time of the year.
But sometimes, the weather in the mountains can be quite…erratic.
“I really wish I had the ability to make it snow at will,” Ayaka sighs as she fans herself on a nearby counter – bemoaning the sudden rise in temperature just like everyone else Thoma ran into today. “The occasional rainshower, I’d understand, but we rarely get heat waves in the middle of spring. Have you heard anything unusual about it, Thoma?”
He shakes his head apologetically before hefting a box of assorted ingredients into one of the cabinets. “Nothing of the sort. Maybe it’ll be cooler later in the day.”
She falls silent for a few moments, and Thoma chuckles to himself. It’s rare to see Ayaka openly complain about the things that are stressing her out, so –
“Hm, that reminds me… Have you seen Sister today? She promised to look at new kimonos with me in the city tonight, but I was told the Tenryou Commission saddled her with the paperwork for the Irodori Festival.” Ayaka shakes her head. “I wouldn’t put it past her to lock herself up in her study until she’s done.”
If Ayaka notices the way Thoma falters with his near-mechanical way of arranging the pantry, she doesn’t show it. The question isn’t strange, by any means. He’s a Kamisato housekeeper. He should at least have an idea about the whereabouts of the estate’s denizens. But when it’s an inquiry that involves you, Thoma still has some trouble saving face.
“One of the many traits she shares with Lord Ayato,” he says in a last-ditch effort. “Milady has been securing venue permissions in Ritou even before the wedding. I’d say she cares a whole lot about this festival more than she’s letting on.”
“You can say that again.” She lets out another wistful sigh. “I didn’t think I would have to deal with a workaholic sister on top of a brother that doesn’t know when to take breaks. This heat wave isn’t helping either…” All of a sudden, Ayaka perks up from her seat – slapping her fan closed as if having realized something.
“The Hiiragi clan sent us a leftover batch of watermelons this morning, didn’t they?” she asks. “I was wondering why they would have so many this time of year, but maybe it’s a stroke of luck on our part.”
The insinuation makes Thoma swallow thickly. He’s fulfilled enough orders around the estate to know where this is going, but alas, he doesn’t have any reason to refuse.
“Would you mind slicing a few melons for everyone? I’m sure we’re not the only ones affected by the heat… Oh, I’ll handle the rest, you bring up a few slices for Sister.” Ayaka smiles, completely oblivious to Thoma’s plight. “Sounds like a plan, right?”
That’s how this poor Kamisato housekeeper wound up in front of your study, a plate of fresh watermelons in hand as he wondered how he should face you. Thoma knows you aren’t stupid. You’ve definitely realized that he was avoiding you, but decided to let it slide. Whether or not you knew the reason behind his evasion, he still wasn’t sure, but he damn prayed that you didn’t.
He internally tells himself to relax, raising a gloved hand to knock on the door. First and foremost, you’re now one of the ladies of the house. Second, you’re his friend. Even if Thoma still feels guilty for making you the subject of his sexual fantasies, he shouldn’t let that get in the way of work. Just sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened – easy as pie.
“Thoma?”
The soft chime of your voice makes his confidence spiral all over again. As Thoma lets himself inside your study, you glance up at him from your low desk with puzzled eyes – setting your brush down on the wooden surface. You were probably in the middle of drafting another correspondence.
“Milady,” he greets as casually as he can, flashing you a gentle smile. “I’ve brought some watermelon slices. The Hiiragi clan sent over a fresh batch, and we figured you’d want some respite from the rise in temperature.”
You’re quiet for a while, as if still coming to terms with the fact that he’s standing there. Thoma wonders what they would think if someone were to walk past your study and witness the awkward silence passing between the two of you.
Thankfully, before Thoma ends up squirming under your contemplative stare, you beam at him from where you sat.
“That’s a bit much for one person to eat, no?” you tell him, glancing at the plateful of fruit. “How about you help me finish those while you hear out the rest of our plans for the festival?”
The question rings in his ears for a while, and Thoma’s initial response would’ve been to decline. He doesn’t quite trust himself yet to be around you, even after the... drastic measures he took.
But for someone who always heeds his conscience, Thoma finds it awfully easy to slide the door back in place and keep you company.
…
The heat is absolutely killing you.
Not only were your compliance deadlines piling up one after the other, but you were starting to sweat through your kimono as well. Isolating yourself inside your study isn’t how you would typically oversee the projects handed to your care. But with all the signatories and corrections you had to go over, you have no choice but to hole yourself up until every page was proofread down to the letter. The experience is twice as worse when you’re stuck inside the stifling heat of your study.
So when Thoma drops by with some refreshments, you can’t help but convince him to stay despite his obvious avoidance.
Compared to the last couple of days, though, he seems less elusive. Thoma is seated comfortably right across your work table, going over the documents you were compiling as he listens to your rambling.
Ever since the Raiden Shogun greenlit the Yashiro Commission’s plans for the festival, both you and Ayato have been working around the clock. Your husband delegated himself with the task of inviting guests from other nations, while you coordinated with the local government to make sure everything went smoothly. But even with Ayaka’s advice on the diplomatic side of things, you can’t help but feel…burned out.
It hasn’t even been a month since you’ve married into the Kamisato clan, but whatever assumptions you had about their work all went up in smoke. Overseeing the cultural machinations of Inazuma is twice as difficult as you thought it would be. Even with your own experience, you couldn’t fathom how Ayato must’ve handled things when he was the only one managing the political affairs of the Yashiro Commission.
These days, you only ever see him during the evening – just when the two of you are about to sleep. While last night’s…escapade certainly left you flustered, you were back in business come morning, much to your dismay.
But right now, your exhaustion has partially been stemmed by the company of your good friend, Thoma, who tells you:
“Aren’t you being too meticulous about this, milady?”
He posits the question as he hands you a slice of watermelon – one that you absentmindedly accept as you process his words. “I was told that, when it comes to politics, one can’t be ‘too meticulous’.”
“Forgive me. I meant to say you might be holding yourself to an unfair standard,” he clarifies with a worried look. “Lord Ayato also has these moments of perfectionism. He once told me to hold him back if the effort he’s exerting unreasonably outweighs his well-being, so I’m a bit inclined to do the same for you. We can’t have the newest member of the clan collapsing due to work-related stress, you know.”
Thoma told you all that in a somewhat scolding tone – one that reminds you of your mother back home. The thought makes you chuckle as you finally allow yourself a bite from the fruit in your hands.
“...This is pretty good,” you comment, chewing thoughtfully as you flash Thoma an impressed look. “Aren’t watermelons out of season in the spring?”
“Heat waves are also out of season in the spring, but here we are.” He laughs, organizing the papers on your desk as you help yourself to a quick snack. “It’s kind of stuffy in here, though. Would you like me to open the windows, milady?”
You cuss silently when you feel the watermelon juice dripping down your fingers and onto your chest. The thought that Thoma is right there, bearing witness to your messy eating habits is a bit embarrassing, but you’d take that over his avoidance any day.
“No, it’s alright,” you reply as you attempt to keep the papers on your desk free from stains. “I get distracted when I hear the noise outside, so I’ve been putting up with the heat all this time… But since I’m pretty much on break, I guess it’s fine.”
Thoma doesn’t reply, but you don’t think much of his silence. Not when you’re busy trying (and failing) to consume watermelon like a normal human being.
Realizing that eating in front of your desk is not the way to do things, you place your half-eaten slice back on the plate to grab a towel inside a nearby drawer. Gods, your bangs are starting to stick to your forehead with how sweaty you are, too.
Dabbing the fruit juices and the sweat on your skin makes you feel like you deserve a long, cold shower. But with how much you have left to do, you might as well save it for last. Besides, Thoma’s company is enough to dispel the stress that’s been accumulating over the past few days.
But when your eyes rivet back to him, you realize he’s staring at you rather…intently.
…
Thoma is, for lack of a better word, fucked.
Bringing you the Hiiragi clan’s watermelons isn’t as dreadful as he initially thought. He assumed you’d interrogate him about his behavior now that the two of you were alone, but you merely sat down and shared your current progress with putting the Irodori Festival into motion. The gesture brought him back to the time when you were still Ayato’s fiancée, so unsure whether Her Excellency was even going to approve of your initial plans. The sense of familiarity feels undeserved, but Thoma basked in it nonetheless.
He slowly eased into giving you some advice you needed to hear, too – making him think that he was finally able to forget about that indescribable itch he had last night. His gut was right. Getting off once really did help in –
Wrong.
Things were going so smoothly. Thoma was so sure he’d finally be able to look you in the eye without feeling ashamed of himself anymore.
But then you started eating the food he brought.
There’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing! What’s wrong is the fact that his green eyes are riveted on the way the watermelon’s juices slide down your chest – disappearing into the conspicuous cleavage of your breasts.
Now that he’s painfully aware, Thoma realizes that the lapels of your kimono are nudged somewhat wider today. Probably because of the heat. But he didn’t even notice you wearing it any differently until his brain decided to point it out, and now he can’t bring himself to peel his gaze away.
His throat bobs as you try to lick the juices off your fingers, praying to all seven archons to help him keep his non-existent virtue. If this happened before his unintentional voyeur session, he would’ve found it amusing to know that nobles like you could be messy eaters, too. But since he lives in a world where the universe is out for blood, all he gets is a poorly timed erection in the middle of a sweltering afternoon.
Thoma only realizes he spaced out when you call out his name.
“Are you alright?” you ask, readjusting your clothes as you sling a small towel over your shoulder. “Don’t tell me the heat’s getting to you, too.”
It would’ve been better if the reason was as simple as that. But the longer Thoma lets himself stare at your curious yet worried expression, the more the guilt eats at his heart.
“I just remembered I need to pick-up a fan Lady Ayaka commissioned in the city,” he lies, a poignant smile gracing his lips. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, milady.”
“Hey, Thoma – !”
Not waiting for you to speak any further, the chief retainer sees himself out of your study – shutting the door behind him with more force than needed. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with a withering sigh. The moment he closes his eyes, all he sees is the curve of your supple breasts, peeking from the window of skin from your kimono, as if inviting him to come closer.
This isn’t normal, Thoma finally acknowledges. I think I need to see a healer.
Before heading down to the foyer, where the other retainers ate their watermelon slices, Thoma readjusts the apron tied around his waist. Not too loose that it would slip off if he was careless, but not too tight that people could make out the contour of something hard and prominent between his legs.
In an act of wayward penitence, Thoma doesn’t relieve himself for the entire day. Maybe a little punishment would help him get over these lecherous thoughts.
Little does he know, what awaits him further down the road is far from punishment.
...
There are a handful of things you could’ve said the moment Ayato steps inside your shared bedroom come nightfall. Welcome home or I missed you would’ve been your top contenders. But instead of greeting him like any doting wife should –
“He’s definitely avoiding me!” you sulk, sinking into your husband’s arms with a pout. “I thought we were on good terms now, but Thoma’s being elusive again.”
Ayato hums with an amused smile on his face. He undoes the straps of his shoulder guards without breaking free from your embrace, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. The sweet gesture makes you flush – slightly ashamed at your sudden outburst.
“Your husband comes home after a long day chock full of meetings, and that’s the first thing you say to him?” he chuckles.
You sigh, breathing in the scent of his coat as you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry… I just – I don’t like feeling as if I’ve slighted him when I’m not doing anything wrong. Today, he even sat down with me in my study while we ate watermelon slices, and – Why are you looking at me like that?”
Your eyes narrow once the grin on Ayato’s face curls a bit mischievously. You’ve been with him long enough to recognize his many misleading expressions, so you know a scheming Yashiro Commissioner when you see it.
“We’ve both had our hands tied for the past few days, but…” He trails off before caressing your face tenderly. Despite his obvious plotting, you can’t help but lean into his touch. “How about I help you get to the bottom of this, hm? I can’t sleep at night, knowing my wife harbors all these troubles in her head.”
You stare at him suspiciously. “You’ll help me even if it’s because of another man?”
“You speak of Thoma like he’s your paramour and not our long-time friend,” Ayato laughs again, and you feel your face warm with embarrassment. “Don’t worry. I’ve just finished drafting the invitation letters for all the special guests we’ll invite to the festival. I have a lot of free time on my hands now, actually.”
“Okay,” you play along. Despite your skepticism, you know Ayato would never put you in harm’s way. “How do you plan on ‘getting to the bottom of it’ then?”
“Hehe, well...”
You shouldn’t find it so endearing when his lilac eyes twinkle with anticipation – like he has a secret he longs to tell. But then again, one of the reasons you fell in love with Ayato is because there was simply never a dull moment with him. Times you can spend with the man behind the mantle of Yashiro Commissioner are few and far in between, especially with all the festival preparations in play.
What sort of fool would you be if you didn’t take his offer?
…
On the day before the Irodori Festival, Ayato orders Thoma to drop by his bedroom before retiring for the night.
While he still has reservations about doing so, Thoma is sure he’s done a healthy amount of self-reflection over the past few days. Once he’s done his share of the preparations, the chief retainer would always make the trip to the Grand Narukami Shrine, offering prayers of absolution to the gods who dare listen to his pleas. It seems to work though, because even if he’s still wary of being around you, he’s no longer plagued with unsavory thoughts.
The shrine maiden handing out fortune slips seems to be in a better mood as of late, too – entertaining him with small talk before handing Thoma the day’s fortune.
So when he marches to his lord’s quarters that night – fully aware that he drew a Great Fortune slip today – Thoma doesn’t feel the slightest bit anxious. He repented for his sins and focused his attention on the Irodori Festival instead. The gods must be looking down favorably at him now.
Right?
He ambles by the hallway in front of Ayato’s bedroom, not hesitating to bring a closed fist against the door. Thoma vaguely hears snippets of conversation inside, but the words are too hushed for him to make out.
“Thoma? Is that you?” Ayato asks aloud.
“Yes, my lord,” he responds in kind. “Did you need anything?”
The other side falls silent for a while, and Thoma strains his ears for any sort of noise to no avail. This late at night, you should probably be inside the room as well. But what could Ayato possibly –
“Come in for a while.”
He looks around for a while, checking if there’s anyone else in the vicinity. Even if Thoma knows he probably has nothing to worry about, there’s still an inkling of self-consciousness that lingers in his chest. As if the sight of him stepping inside the room Ayato shared with you is a grave sin. But he reminds himself that, as long as he kept a pure and positive outlook on things, he wouldn’t be forced into awry situations.
All his efforts at keeping a clean conscience, though, are all for naught.
…
While Ayato has a way with getting things done in the most unorthodox ways, proposing a threeway is the last thing you thought he would cook up. You thought he was joking at first, but when you questioned the sincerity of his request, your husband flashed you a sulking look.
“As your husband, I have a duty not only to support you in all your endeavors, but to also make sure you live a happy, married life by my side,” he told you. “However, I also have duties as the Yashiro Commissioner.”
You stared at him, perplexed. “What does that have anything to do with having a threeway?”
“Why, it has everything to do with it,” Ayato chuckled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “When one of my most trusted retainers is visibly tormented by…his untimely attraction for my wife, I should probably help him out, no?”
Despite doing your best to hide your mortified reaction, you were sure Ayato could sense it either way. Who could blame you, though? You’ve heard rumors about this-and-that’s marriage falling through because of unsuspecting third parties. Your husband is completely aware that Thoma could be…vying for you, as well. But instead of taking action against him, he’s asking you if you want to sleep with him?
“Of course, the last thing I wish to do is force you into something you don’t want,” Ayato reassured. “We can both take Thoma’s secret to the grave, and let things run its natural course. He’s a smart man. He won’t let the temptations of the flesh cloud his judgment so easily. In a few months, he could dismiss this all as a fever dream and nothing else.”
“...Or, we can let him experience what he’s missing out on.”
You hesitated, still reeling from the fact that the poor chief retainer himself had heard you getting fucked to an inch of your life, not once, but twice. No wonder Ayato seemed rather distracted during those nights, despite the vigorous attention he paid to your body.
The moral choice was, of course, to decline. Not only will you jeopardize Ayato’s reputation by agreeing to have Thoma as your lover, but you’ll compromise your own principles as well. You were raised not only to be a formidable leader, but also a faithful partner. Giving in to these subtle curiosities might cost you everything you’ve been working so hard for.
But as you watched the way Ayato smiled at you encouragingly – the beauty mark below his lip further accentuating his features – you’re reminded that being married to him wasn’t the same as being married to any other man.
You’d be lying if you said that knowing Thoma was attracted to you didn’t send a rush of conceit straight through your skull. Under all the layers of propriety, you knew you were quite the wicked soul at heart.
Besides, you were crazy enough to get hitched with Kamisato Ayato, of all people.
You couldn’t fathom how he must’ve planned all this on top of his responsibilities for the festival. You barely had any time yourself once the venue preparations were underway. But your husband, ever the efficient schemer, scheduled the fateful encounter on the night before the celebration.
The moment Thoma steps inside the room, Ayato curls his fingers inside you with startling precision – ripping a moan from your lips as your eyes lock with your unknowing guest. Thoma’s emerald gaze widens with equal parts surprise and disbelief, and for a moment, you mirror the same expression.
After all, no amount of planning could prepare you for what your husband has in store tonight.
“We’ve been waiting for you all night.,” Ayato chuckles, trailing his lips across the sensitive skin of your thighs. “I can hardly count how many times I’ve made her come, but at least the guest of honor is finally here.”
Thoma at least has the decency to shut the door behind him to keep any prying eyes out. Despite the fact that you’re still sensitive from Ayato’s godly oral, you can’t help the heat that boils beneath your skin once more as Thoma’s eyes rake over your bare form.
“M-My lord, has there been some sort of mistake?” he stammers. “I think I should see myself out –”
“You’re the one I ordered to come here at midnight, yes?” your husband sighs, rising from the nest he’s made of your thighs before passively teasing your entrance with gloved hands. “Now, would you like to sit back and watch or do you prefer being the one who directs the show?”
You whine as Ayato slides his fingers inside you once again – the feeling of leather brushing against your sensitive walls a foreign but welcome sensation. He teased you about it when he was still preparing you for the show, but you’re afraid that getting fingerfucked with his gloves on is going to be a staple from here on out.
Speaking of staples…
The internal conflict is pitifully evident on Thoma’s face. You can tell that his desire to partake in all this debauchery and his honor as the clan’s chief retainer are warring inside his head.
“Thoma,” you call out, voice hoarse with need as you nudge your legs wider – displaying your slick entrance for him to see.
“I want you.”
Ayato chuckles as he surrenders his grip on your thighs. When you whimper from the loss of his touch, he consoles you with a soft kiss on your lips.
“My wife wants you, Thoma,” he says brazenly. “Aren’t you going to give her what she desires?”
As Ayato teases your sensitive spots to keep you constantly wanting, you’re vaguely aware of how long it’s taking Thoma to give him an answer. For a moment, you fear that his rationality would win in the end, and he’d leave you high and dry without saying a word.
But, tentatively, Thoma says:
“I’d like to watch first, my lord.”
Your husband’s mouth twitches into a no-good smile as he picks you up in one swift motion. This catches you by surprise for a moment, but you offer no complaints as he seats himself on his reading chair, and eases you on top of his lap. You feel lewd like this – back turned to Ayato as you spread your legs for another man’s appraisal.
“Always so attentive,” Ayato comments, and you don’t know if he’s speaking to you or Thoma. His gloved hands massage idle shapes onto your thighs, and you can’t help but squirm underneath his touch. “Well, firstly, you won’t have to worry about finding out what feels good for my darling wife. She’s always so sensitive everywhere you touch her.”
As if to prove his point, Ayato grazes his teeth against the cut of your jaw – making a shiver rack through your whole body as your hips buck in the air. “See?”
“Ayato,” you whine, guiding his hands to your center.
“Ah, she doesn’t like it when you tease too much. Unfortunately for her, I’m the one she chose as a regular bedfellow,” he laughs, cooing at you like a master to his pet as he lathers his fingers with your dripping essence. “That makes me wonder if you could offer her a better experience.”
Thoma, who still hasn’t moved from where he stood, gulps nervously. “I wouldn’t dare impose, my lord.”
“Oh, but we’d greatly appreciate it if you did.” Ayato casts him another misplaced grin, finally easing his thick digits into your heat as you rest your head on his shoulder. “How many fingers do you want, darling?”
In a delirious haze, you sigh, “All of them.”
“How greedy. You might as well just ask for my cock then.” He tuts. “But I could’ve sworn you came faster when I played with you like this.”
Your reaction is immediate when Ayato uses his free hand to rub tight circles around your clit – timing each movement with the squelch of his fingers inside your pussy. His hot breath ghosts against your ear, and you can feel the outline of his clothed erection against your ass. The fact that Thoma is watching all this unfold silently but with his own brand of hunger stimulates you in more ways than one.
“Oh? She tightened up just now,” your husband chuckles, taking out the fingers buried inside your cunt to bring them to your lips. “You like it when Thoma watches, don’t you, love?”
You take the leather of his gloves inside your mouth without another word – tasting yourself on his fingers without much heed for decorum. Ayato never halts his ministrations against that sensitive bud, and you moan around his digits as he slowly builds you up to another orgasm.
“Thoma,” you whisper. “Please…”
This time, he doesn’t hesitate.
The blond kneels before you like a devoted believer at the foot of the Shogun’s statue. You can sense the hesitation in his touch, still, when his warm, large hands slide across your thighs. As your husband continues his endless onslaught on your poor, abused clit, Thoma removes his own gloves – experimentally easing a finger into the tight ring of your cunt as those bright green eyes meet yours halfway.
It’s a good thing Ayato’s fingers are keeping you from moaning too loudly. Something about the way Thoma stares at you between your thighs has your toes curling with pleasure.
With the chief retainer’s presence, Ayato elects to shift both of his hands on the spill of your breasts instead – sticky fingers kneading your flesh as Thoma eases another finger inside you.
“She’s so wet,” he says, almost disbelievingly.
“That’s all because of you,” Ayato chuckles before sucking another love bite on the side of your neck. When he rolls your nipples between his fingers, your walls unexpectedly clamp down on Thoma’s intrusive fingers once more. “She’s quite the vixen, isn’t she? A goddess you can’t help but worship. Oh, but she’s been working so hard these days. This warrants our undivided attention, doesn’t it?”
Thoma nods absentmindedly, pulling out his fingers, much to your disappointment. He’s still staring at your pussy like it’s a myth he’s come to confirm with his own two eyes. You’re about to dish out some teasing remark about it, but when he hoists your legs over his shoulders, the words die in your throat.
He’s unexpectedly talented with his mouth – alternating between dipping his tongue into your swollen entrance and licking swift patterns across your clit. Your fingers migrate to his hair, tugging at the golden tufts. You can hear Ayato make a satisfied sound behind you, but all you can think about is the sensation of Thoma tracing lines of poetry between your thighs.
“My, you’re enjoying yourself quite a lot, hm?” Ayato whispers in your ear, turning your head to the side to meet his lips in a hurried kiss. You never once pictured yourself in this situation – seated on your husband’s lap as another man fucks you with his tongue. Saying that you’re enjoying yourself is an understatement.
“I’m close,” you admit – murmuring the words against his mouth as you feel Thoma’s grip on your thighs tighten. “A-Ayato, I’m so close…”
Your husband breathes out a soft laugh. “You hear that, Thoma?”
“Yes,” he sighs, and you realize he’s already hauled his own cock out of the confines of his pants, fisting his engorged length as he brought you the pinnacle. The sight is nothing short of erotic, and once Thoma makes another pass on your oversensitive clit, you’re gone.
The waves of your climax hit you like a storm – making you convulse on Ayato’s lap as Thoma helps you ride it out. Your husband silences your moans with his lips once again and for once, you wonder if this is what heaven feels like.
When you come to your senses again, still boneless from your orgasm, you realize you’re now lying on the futon. In front of you, the two men strip themselves of their garments, making the heat rise to your cheeks at the idea that you really were going to push through with this.
“As much as I’d like to sit down and watch you fuck my wife with something else, I’m feeling quite famished myself,” Ayato admits once the last of his clothes falls to the floor. “Thoma, would you be a dear and grab the bottle inside the nightstand?”
The orders make you raise an eyebrow in question, but Thoma follows them wordlessly – procuring a small, glass bottle with a transparent liquid inside. You hate how you immediately recognize what it is.
Ayato leans closer to you once he retrieves the lubricant from Thoma’s grasp before caressing your cheek tenderly.
“Are you alright?” he murmurs, and you nod slowly. “Good. You should rest for a moment before we move on to the next.”
You pout. “But –”
“No buts,” your husband scolds, unscrewing the lid on the bottle before rising back to his feet. “Thoma over here deserves a reward, don’t you think? He’s been so good for you – making you come with his mouth and fingers alone.”
With each word that Ayato utters, the closer he draws to his chief retainer. Thoma, who’s standing there only in his underwear flushes at the praise, and you can only watch in quiet fascination as Ayato ghosts his lips across Thoma’s face.
“Despite how I might look, I’m actually a greedy man,” your husband admits, lathering his palm with a copious amount of lubricant. “I don’t just share what belongs to me to anyone else. You’re quite the special case, Thoma. I’d trust you with my entire life…so it’s only fair for me to trust you with my wife’s satisfaction as well.”
Thoma doesn’t even flinch when Ayato takes out his cock – lathering the retainer’s length with the fluid on his fingers. He accepts his lord’s advances still, when Ayato captures his mouth in a sloppy kiss. The sight of your husband lubing up another man’s cock would’ve never crossed your mind, but as Thoma pants against the crook of Ayato’s neck, you find yourself squeezing your thighs to abate the stemming arousal.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ayato asks. “The real thing is much better than simply taking care of it alone in your bedroom… Oh, but she looks ready to go, as well.”
You feel your skin prickle under the heat of both their stares – familiar lilac and intense emerald. Ayato chuckles before planting one last peck on Thoma’s lips, crawling towards you on the bed with heady anticipation.
“Having her take both of us at the same time is going to be a bit of a pickle,” he admits, resuming the position you were in on his reading chair, with him behind you and Thoma in front. “We’ve already loosened her up, but it might not be enough.”
Thoma nods in understanding, easing himself before you with a shy look. “I don’t want to hurt you either, milady.”
You sigh before pulling him in for a kiss.
It’s ironic, really – how Thoma got up close and personal with your cunt before getting to kiss you properly. The taste of you still lingers on his lips, making you curl your fingers around his messy blond hair to deepen your union. A low groan rumbles in the chief retainer’s chest, and you almost get carried away if it weren’t for the feeling of something hard prodding your entrance.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Ayato sighs – angling his hips before bottoming out with one languid push. “We’re just getting started, after all.”
This blindsides you for a moment, making you moan against Thoma’s mouth as Ayato does a few experimental thrusts. Despite the odd angle, you can feel the head of his cock brushing the sensitive sponge of flesh inside you. You couldn’t help but fear the loss of your sanity once Thoma manages to ease his cock alongside Ayato’s. One is enough to make you lose your mind, what more two?
Your brief contemplation is derailed by the sensation of Thoma easing a single finger into your stuffed cunt – one he lathered with Ayato’s lubricant as he thrusts in time with your husband. The intrusion is a little uncomfortable, but the longer Thoma loosens you up, the easier it is to get used to it. It doesn’t take long before he’s able to slide three fingers inside you, along with Ayato’s impressive girth. By the time the blond deems you sufficiently prepared, you’re already babbling his name like a string of prayers.
“Thoma… Please, please,” you whimper, embracing him as if your life depended on getting split open on his and Ayato’s cocks. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“I hope your stamina in bed is just as good as your stamina on the job,” Ayato quips breathlessly behind you, slowing his own movements to accommodate Thoma. “As you can see, she’s quite the nymphomaniac.”
Normally, you would’ve shot him a dirty look for saying such a thing, but then again, Ayato only told him the truth. Maybe it was from all the stress that’s been accumulating over the past month. Maybe you’ve secretly wanted Thoma all this time, too. But whatever the reason might be, all you know is that you need to be filled by both of them. Now.
Your desperation for release takes form in the crystalline tears that roll down your cheeks. Thoma sighs, leaning down to kiss them away as he lines his lubed-up cock with your entrance.
“You’re too beautiful to cry, milady,” he whispers almost reverently, and your heart soars. “Forgive me for bringing you to tears.”
Finally, finally, he breaches your pussy with slow yet firm movements. You have to bite Thoma’s shoulder to keep yourself from crying out and awaking the entire estate. Each inch of his length stretches you out far more than what you’re used to, but despite the unfamiliar burn of their intrusion, you force yourself to take these two men like you were made to be their cocksleeve and none else.
“You’re doing so well for us.” Ayato’s voice is a husky drawl in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “Thoma’s right – you’re too beautiful to cry. But that’s what taking two cocks at the same time does to you, isn’t it?”
Thoma heaves a long breath when he finally bottoms out inside – making you feel how their members throb inside you. You’re convinced that you passed out for a few seconds, but Thoma brings your consciousness back to life with a kiss.
“Don’t fall asleep on us now,” he whispers, and for the first time, you spot a ravenous glint in his usually bright eyes.
You wonder if they talked about this without your knowledge beforehand. Because when Ayato and Thoma start pounding into you, they’re in such perfect sync, that it’s hard to think they hadn’t colluded.
You can barely make a sound as the sensations overload your senses – pleasure rolling off your nerves in infinite waves as their cockheads kiss your cervix in tandem with the other. You’re so embarrassingly wet, whether it’s because of the lubricant or your own degenerate arousal, you don’t even know anymore.
When Thoma mends your mouths together in another kiss, he plants a quiet apology across your lips. You don’t know what it’s for, but it tastes sweet on your tongue – a needed distraction from the stretch of being loved by two men at the same time.
You vaguely feel Ayato tug at your hair before he mirrors the same gesture, tongue invading the cavern of your mouth the same way his cock makes a mess of your cunt. Thoma doesn’t spare you the reverie either, and you moan in delight as he takes a pert nipple between his lips.
“What an insatiable woman you are,” your husband huffs, grabbing fistfuls of your ass as he amps up the pace. “You’re clamping down on us so tight. It’s almost like you don’t want us to leave.”
Above you, Thoma lets out a breathless laugh. “Do you like it when we fuck you both at the same time, milady?”
The sound of the polite chief retainer talking so filthily sends a thrill through your core. You don’t answer aloud – not trusting your voice to carry a sufficient message. But you also fear that you won’t be satisfied with just having one or the other.
It has to be both.
Inside you, their cocks rub against the other relentlessly, bringing you closer and closer to a pinnacle you never once thought of reaching. Ayato continues to murmur those sweet and filthy nothings into your ear as Thoma ferociously leaves his mark on your chest – a reminder of this fateful night.
Your orgasm crests earlier than theirs – walls tightening even more against their thick members. Thoma latches his lips onto your neck as he slows his pace, and Ayato rubs your oversensitive clit to help you get off.
You can vaguely feel Thoma’s cock twitch inside you, and he swears colorfully under his breath. But instead of letting himself go, he seemingly stares at Ayato for permission.
“She loves it when you finish inside her,” your husband chuckles – his own pace growing erratic with need. “Go on. Fill her up. Have her dripping with you for days.”
That’s all the push he needs until you feel a rush of warmth envelop the velvet heat of your pussy – filling you into overflowing as Thoma lets out a shuddering moan. Ayato isn’t far behind as you feel spurts of his cum coat your insides, mixing with Thoma’s spend in the most debauched way possible.
You lay in between these two men for a while longer, reining your thoughts into a single place. The heat of their bodies, no matter how sweaty, makes you feel safe; secure. There’s nothing more that you want apart from laying here with them forever.
But Thoma, ever-so quick to recover, pulls himself out – making you bleat like a lamb from the loss of his heat.
“No…” you nearly sob, watching as their mixed essence trickles out of your gaping pussy.
The chief retainer’s face is as red as his vision. You know that look. That’s the look Thoma always gives you when he’s ready to skitter away and avoid you.
Fortunately, Ayato notices the same thing.
“Why don’t you sleep here tonight, Thoma?” your husband offers with a sordid smile. “Who knows what rumors would circulate around the estate if someone catches you leaving our room in the dead of night.”
“I-I’m sorry?” Thoma asks, blinking in disbelief.
He laughs, easing his own member slowly outside as he cradles you gently in his arms. You can’t even protest this time, now that the fatigue is starting to catch up to you. “You heard me. Besides, I might need some help taking care of this one. She’s a bit over the moon every time we have sex.”
“My mind is still intact, my lord,” you huff, but in spite of the teasing lilt of his words, you curl around Ayato’s embrace nonetheless. Still, you manage to look Thoma in the eye even after the lustful haze has dissipated.
“You’ll stay with us, won’t you?”
The aftercare that Ayato provides you with is nothing short of endearing, but having two men fuss over you in the middle of the night is downright spoiling you. Once Thoma has helped clean you up, your husband makes enough room for three on your shared futon. No words are exchanged during the interim, but you feel the weight of their affection with each lingering touch, no less.
When you’re back in your rightful place between these two men, you wonder if this is going to be a one-time thing. Archons know you can’t just go back to the way things were – not when Thoma has littered your body with the marks of his teeth.
Not when you and Ayato realize there’s room in your marriage for one more person.
“Thoma, how about I entrust you with an important task?”
Your husband utters the words when you’re on the brink of sleep. You barely catch them, but you cling to your remaining wisps of consciousness as you listen to what else they have to say.
“What is it?” Thoma murmurs softly.
Ayato laughs, low and steady. “We both know my job as the Yashiro Commissioner often keeps me away when all I really want is to be at home with my wife and family.
“In my absence, I trust you to keep her…satisfied. Am I making myself clear?”
You feel Thoma shift beside you, a large hand resting on the curve of your hip as if giving Ayato a wordless answer. When his hot breath ghosts the crook of your neck, you shudder in anticipation.
“Yes, my lord.”
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Can I request a fluff scenario? I'm thinking Alhaitham, Xiao, Scara, and Thoma find you sleeping on the table/couch when the reader waits for them to return. I thought this would be so cute to see :D
Aww that is so adorable, if only I had men that would do that for my unloved ass. :D
Alhaitham ♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡
Immediately he would go to you, immediately. He sees his beloved waiting for him, of course it is only logical to entertain that wait.
When he sees you sleeping, a rare slight blush erupted on his cheeks as he sees you sleeping on the table, reading one of this books in his endless stacked books on his chest.
He took in the your beautiful face as he gently dragged his hand along side your arm, all the way up to your head and moved your hair out of your face.
After taking in the scene of you waiting for him, he will pick you up and carry you to bed.
Of course he would take care of you first, clean your face, change your clothes for you.
He would make sure you are warm, but actually dressing you in his own clothing. You seemed to love wearing his clothing, and he would be annoyed, however, this time, he will allow it.
He would rub your back, and make sure you were sleeping properly.
He then will join you after, as he put on his own pajamas, and took care of himself.
He cleaned up after you, and the books you were reading, he will definitely tease you about this later on in time.
Finally, he climbed into bed with you, he pulled you on top of him.
He wanted to feel your weight on him this time, he wanted you to sleep on top of him.
You were sleeping quietly on top of him, with his green chest gem not even bothering you at all.
He rubbed your head and hugged you into his chest, he then fell asleep, after making sure you were okay.
Xiao ★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○
At first he was confused as to why you were sleeping on his table i his room.
The more he looked however, he saw you had almond tofu waiting for him when he came back.
He gently walked to you, and kneeled besides you and watched you sleep.
You were waiting for him? No one really waited for him like this, so he didn’t know what to do fully.
However the more he thought, the more he looked at you, as to why you put yourself in such an uncomfortable situation, he then realized.
It was for him, that you cared for him, and loved him. At that thought, he smiled and gently put his head down at the table and faced your sleeping face.
All of a sudden, it didn’t seem uncomfortable anymore.
He smiled with slight blush on his cheeks, as his hand searched for yours gently, once he found it, he held it.
He had a gently smile as he watched you quietly. The moment you adjust however, he would wake you up and gently help you to bed.
He would sit on the bed and watch over you the whole night, and in return he will wait for you to wake up.
Scaramouche ☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★
He would pretend not to care, but in fact he loved this. It showed how much you cared for him.
He will pretend that he found this annoying, however as he seen that you are fully asleep, his face softens.
He would gently drape a blanket over your back and fix your hair, as he watched you rest on the couch.
However, when you wake up, he will act like nothing happened and even scold you for sleeping on the dirty table.
Of course he would secretly like it, maybe even leave a present for you to wake up to. Nothing obvious, but lets say you lost something, he would buy another one for you and place it there for you. Making you assume you found it or that he found it eventually.
Oh how he really wants to hold you, kiss you and love you for waiting for him, however his ego will hold him back from that, he wanna act like nothing bothers him and that you have nothing on him because in case you betray him, he won't be affected but somehow, you doing this for him doesn't make things any easier.
Low key, will immediately become a tiny bit possessive of you after, as since this was done for him and only him, he wants other things to follow that, as it feels nice to have something be done for him and only him.
However, if his ego takes a back seat, he would pick you up, kiss your forehead and walk you to bed, and lay you by him, he would hug you from behind.
He would still have a foul mouth about it, but he will blush when saying foul things.
But still would try and act like nothing happened, and move on, despite this getting to him a lot.
Thoma ─ •✧• ─── •✧• ─── •✧• ─── •✧• ──── •✧• ──
He would feel incredibly bad.
Like very bad.
He can’t stand the idea, sight, concept or even process of you being uncomfortable, especially for him. He should have been the one to do this with you.
He would drop EVERYTHING, and walked to you. He would see how bad your posture is.
How dirty the table is. ( It's not, he is just being dramatic )
How uneven the chair to table ratio is.
He would see all of this and immediately panick.
"Oh no no no, sweety, you can’t be doing this." Thoma would whisper to you, and would scold himself for letting things lead to this.
He would immediately go in his room, and ready his bed, he would open the sheets, replace it with thick sheets, maybe even add heating pads, replaced the pillows with very comfy ones. ( Maybe even steal Ayato's premium soft cushion pillows and leave him pillowless and with neck pain )
He would then go back to you, and gently wake you up, and guide you to the bedroom.
He would help dress you in pajamas, and massage your back with scented oils.
He wanted to make sure there was no effects of that for you, no back pain, no neck pain, nothing. He won't tolerate it. He has a very focused face as he wants to make sure you feel good during the massage and back rubs.
If you fall asleep while he does this, he would be very happy, as he feels like he was able to help loosen your back up enough to have you rest.
He would the tuck you in, and check on you as he finish the rest of his work.
Once he is done, he will join you and rest his head on your shoulder, with one arm around you. The other arm is intertwining your finger.
You wont know it, but the last thing he did before sleeping, is smile at you with a slight blush on his cheek, but he won’t tell you that. But he would scold you the next day about waiting for him.
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𝄞 — thoma (gn reader) — ❝ i'll treat you like royalty ❞
summary: single, hardworking, thoma whose a father of a cute little girl you just happen to babysit! he ends up falling for you, finally seeing how much you care for his daughter, and his wellbeing, but he starts to have certain "dreams" about you at the same time that he wants to make reality.
a/n: d-d-d-dilf thoma... just hear me out okay... i seen so many headcannons for thoma as a father, anyways d/n is daughter name!! edit: i accidently deleted my progress again while playing valorant ❤️
warnings: nsfw, slight and i mean the slightest amount of dacryphilia if u squint hard enough, thoma 😍😍, dom!thoma, sub!reader, masturbation, idk sex??
dilf!thoma is overloaded with work at the office he works at, so he hired you! to take care of his daughter. only being able to come back late at night, he does miss his father-daughter bonding time with her :(
thoma comes hope to a sleeping child and a dozed off you too! coming over almost everyday to take care of such a little gremlin does tire you out </3 he takes (d/n) to bed, and you to sleep on the couch beside his bed, he'd be a monster to let you sleep outside!
now that you and him have talked a little more, getting to know each other, what's going at home, etc. he feels a bit closer everytime you come over, and when you talk to him. feels like home, yk?
thoma felt like he started to gain feelings for you, and not just a "that's a good person" feeling, but romantic. you made him feel like he finally had a place in this world. so much so, he started having dreams about you
those empty, sleepless nights, his mind will find a way to always wander back to you. you definitely would make a splendid partner, you're a great babysitter to (d/n), you were perfect. whenever you say his name, it does something to him
on those nights where you sleep over at his home after a long day of taking care of (d/n), of course you take the couch in thoma's room. while you sleep, thoma has an impossible time trying to doze off. the only thing on his mind is you, but not in a fluffy way.
the many wet dreams he's had of you bouncing on his cock, sucking him off from underneath his desk at the office, anything really, throughout the 4 weeks you took care of (d/n) made him crazy. crazy for your scent, your everything.
thoma tries his best to be quiet while you sleep, but it felt so good and to imagine you being pounded endlessly by him, and full of his seed. finally with one more pish he came, it'll be hard trying to cover it up if you ever questioned the stains.
sunshine finally pouring down, and out of the windows, you woke up and made breakfast before setting off, saying goodbye to (d/n) and thoma once again. since today was thoma's day off, finally finishing all the paperwork assigned last night. he couldn't think about anything but you.
the next day or so you came over to babysit again, till thoma told you it's also his day off. "oh, so is this where i stop babysitting the gremlin or?" you asked while (d/n) rested in your arms leaning her head on your shoulder. "that isn't what im implying— i mean yes continue to donyour job, i'll just also be home this time." he pats your shoulder and goes back inside. "follow dad!!" (d/n) says almost jumping out of your arms.
"also, i'd like to thank you for taking care of my dear daughter. it.. it means a ton to me and her." he adds, (d/n) jumping out of your hands to run around again. fast forward to dinner time, thoma was finishing up the food he cooked, as a thanks to you for being able to babysit.
afterwards reading a book to put (d/n) to sleep, you go back to thoma's room to get ready too. suddenly thoma grabs you by the waist from behind. "i— i wanted to thank you in another way. so please let me treat you like royalty just this once." he says giving you no chance to reply he starts sucking on your neck, making you whimper. finally facing you towards his face to get a better angle to bite your neck at.
once thoma finished sucking on your neck, he starts a long-lasting kiss, pushing you onto the bed with a desperate attempt to strip your clothes from you. (which um suceeds) "have i ever told you i love you?" thoma says deeply inhaling your scent, getting into the moment, "your crush on me was a bit obvious on me before this happened" kissing his forehead.
fast forward a bit, being pushed up against the wall and thoma's dick inside you thrusting fastly. holding you by your waist, cresent-like marks imprinted on your skin for how rough his pace was. completely unaware of yourself moaning his name so sweetly, the only words pouring out of your mouth being faster and pleads. round after round after round, you both finally gave it a rest.
"i love you so much" thoma added with doe eyes as if everything you both did just now didn't happen. "m-me too.." you said as he carried you to the bath. cleaned you up and u cuddled all night (which wasn't really all night, more like the rest of the morning)
anywaysr I just wanted to get this draft out as fast as possible but got carried away, capitano childe 3some next 😓😓
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thoma smutty thought i can't stop thinking ab!!!
literally not proofread whatsoever i just pulled this out of my ass bc i couldn't stop thinking about it. it's 2 am. also he calls u mommy 🤭 anyways here's my slutty thoughts on thoma!
thoma who's just so pent up from work, fresh out of the shower with a raging hard-on as he looks at you innocently minding your own business waiting for him to be ready for bed. when you notice it and can't help but just sympathize with the poor guy.
you press your breasts up against him and caress his hair, cooing in a soft tone.
"aww baby, need to be taken care of, hmm?" in a teasing tone but still being genuine.
he practically moans in response and buried his face into your neck, leaning you back on the bed and kissing you.
"need you 's bad.." thoma whimpers, grabbing a handful of your breast while kissing you.
thoma was basically on top of you at this point, dry humping you and begging you to get rid of his boner.
"you know.. if works got you stressed out, you can use me... if you'd like." you say, almost in a shy voice after saying something so bold.
if thoma were a dog, his ears would've perked up and his tail would've been wagging. his hand reached down to your cunt, spreading your slit and rubbing your essence all over your pussy.
he smirked almost devilishly when he felt how wet you were, sliding his tip up and down your slit before sinking his dick into you.
"fuck-!!!" he moans, almost in surprise; coming out as more of a gasp when he feels your warm cunt wrap around his girth.
not even 10 minuets pass and he's pounding into you. at this point, you're both sweating and you're gasping every 5 seconds; positive he's been hitting deeper and deeper inside you. thoma's already came twice, thrusting into mercilessly, pumping load after load into you.
"'m sorry, mommy! need this 's bad-" he's moaning, whimpering and crying about how overstimulated he is yet won't stop pumping in and out.
after countless amounts of orgasms pulled out of the both of you, thoma pulls out, a thick, slimy trail of both of your come mixed together seeping out after.
he happily collapses next to you, saving the worry over the mess for later as he kissed you one final time and drifting off to sleep.
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𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 | 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚
series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)
pairing: thoma x reader
synopsis: someone should’ve told thoma that knitting matching heart sweaters for you and taroumaru doesn’t exactly express the massive crush he has on you.
prompt: thoma + dressing pets in festive wear
genre: fluff, f2l, idiots to lovers (once again)
wc: 2.1k
warnings: language, yn is down BADDD, childish tactics
a/n: sorry for pushing back the schedule guys :( stuff happened and apparently i’m going to hawaii
“No, no, no, (name).” Thoma waves frantically at you to stop.
You stiffen, unsure of what to do next. He places his hands over yours in a flash, guiding your movement gently. With skin warm as ever, you sigh at the contact.
“You loop it like this, and then do that… So, y’know, it doesn’t fall apart.”
He grins at you, prompting a pointed look from you. “Are you making fun of me, Thoma?”
You’re not sure why the two of you snuck out of the Christmas party just to knit tiny sweaters for the litter of kittens you found outside Komore Teahouse. But you’re here now, and it’s your self-appointed job to get on Thoma’s nerves in any way possible.
The problem is that he’s the nicest man in Teyvat, and nothing you do can make him shake. It started out as a bet you made with Ayaka, but then it progressed into more of a personal challenge. However, Thoma might as well be a log of wood with the lack of emotion he greets your shenanigans with.
So, instead of getting mad at you, he’s patiently teaching you how to knit.
“Oh dear.”
Thoma stops your hands with his again, blissfully unaware of the effect it has on you. No matter how many times you tell yourself that he’s nice to everyone, every action of his seems to have a detrimental effect on you.
“It’s like this…”
Like you give a shit about how to knit. You just want to be close enough to feel his warmth all the time. Somewhere along the way, you blurred the line between friends and something more with your stupid tactics. Now, it’s on you to figure it out.
But it’s Thoma.
This man is so horribly perfect that even the ‘ugly’ Christmas sweaters he knitted turned out pretty. Carefully woven with a heart against a baby blue background, it’s lined with pine trees at the base and a star at the center. He even made sure of the color variations, with a red heart for him, a yellow one for you and an orange one for Taroumaru.
“You’re not listening,” he tuts, a small smile on his face.
You roll your eyes. “It’s hard. Not everyone is as gifted as you.”
“That’s alright,” he laughs. “You should take a break anyway. Things done tired lead to injuries and I wouldn’t want scars on your hands.”
There he goes again, caring for you more than he does for himself. The chatter of the party continues in the next room but you can only rest your eyes on Thoma, so focused on getting the sweaters right. The litter of kittens sleep peacefully in the box at the corner of the room, a watchful Taroumaru lying beside them. Peace brims in the atmosphere; you nearly forget it’s a winter night with the warmth radiating inside this room.
And yet, the lack of intimacy between you and Thoma is driving you insane. It’s so hard to remain calm with him in proximity. Either he stops being nice to everyone, or he kisses you till you can’t recall your name. You’re so touch-starved, you have to battle your brain chemistry every night.
“You know…” You smile slyly as another plan hatches in your mind.
“Hm?”
“Ayato said he’s hosting some event soon. Isn’t he so cool to be able to find time amidst all that work? A man of the house, eh?”
Maybe talking about other men will get the fabled rise out of him. Yae novels can never go wrong. But then again, your friends are horrified by your reading taste.
Thoma laughs. “Of course he is! It takes a lot of determination to do what he does.”
“W-well… I was uh- talking to Detective Heizou! The… other day…and… do you think we could be more than friends?”
Thoma blinks, confused. Hah! Maybe you’ll finally get to see that green shade of jealousy.
“Well, you could start with a date if you’re into him.”
Of course, that shade of green is very different from the one coloring his eyes.
“No!” You blurt. “I mean, not really. I heard he’s flirty with everyone anyway…”
“Oh, that he is,” Thoma sighs before grinning at you. “I didn’t want to discourage you, that’s all.”
“Well, he’s on my mind now,” you mutter begrudgingly. “I didn’t need that image of him.”
“You’re on my mind for longer than that,” he mumbles, followed by a soft chuckle. “And you’re fine.”
Thoma keeps complicating things like this and there’s nothing more you want than to kiss him silly.
Another brilliant thought strikes.
“Aha!” You snap your fingers, startling Thoma.
“Uh, (name)?”
“We’re missing alcohol!” You complain, placing your hands on your hips. “What kind of a Christmas party is this?”
Thoma pauses before breaking into laughter.
“You sound more and more like a Mondstadter every day.”
You pout. “Well, you talk about it so often…”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he smiles, finishing up the last of the batch of sweaters. “I love Mondstadt but my heart lies here.”
With me? You can’t possibly say something that embarrassing out loud.
“With you…” You perk up. “...guys.”
Of fucking course.
You hold back a groan. This isn’t meant to be so frustrating. You could be saying it aloud, you could be holding him closer, you could be anything but miserable and lovesick. If you could, you’d blow on those Mondstadt dandelions and wish for Thoma’s smile against the sun. What if you love him and he loves you not?
There’s a reason you only buy cheap things—you’ll lose them or break them. As much as Thoma helps you haggle the prices in Ritou, he couldn’t possibly help you with this. You can’t keep anything, much less someone as perfect as Thoma. It’s not just the idea of rejection holding you back, it’s your own heart.
“You’re not good with alcohol either,” you chuckle.
“Hey, don’t laugh.” Thoma pouts. “I’m sure I could down it better with some food.”
“Mhm.” You roll your eyes. You should give up now. There is no possible way in Teyvat you can make Thoma yours. Might as well make peace with it.
“Oh, fruitcake!” He declares.
“Fruitcake?” You blink.
“Yes, dear?”
You feel a rush of blood to your face. “H-huh? That- that was so stupid, Thoma!”
Thoma laughs uncontrollably, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger fondly. “Gosh, I was only kidding but you look so cute.”
“I change my mind. You’re the most horrible man in Teyvat.”
“Even though I baked fruitcake for you?” He offers a small grin. “With no fruit pieces because I know you hate fruit pieces.”
“So, it’s just a cake.”
“Well, yes… but it’s your favorite flavor!”
You shake your head, a smile fighting its way onto your face anyway.
“Oh, and I have some dog cookies for Taroumaru,” he continues, “And milk for the cats because I don’t think they can have solid food yet.”
“And for you?”
Thoma pauses, clearly confused. “Right… Well, I don’t need much more than this for Christmas. I have a roof over my head, my friends around me, and… kittens! What more could a man ask for?”
You frown. It’s not worth getting upset over but his attitude is infuriating.
“You always look more tired than happy at these parties, Thoma,” you say. “You don’t always have to overwork yourself for everyone.”
“It’s alright,” he laughs awkwardly. “You’re having fun, right? That’s good enough.”
It seems that even if you never get on his nerves, he gets on yours. How many times has he let himself suffer just to keep you in check? He will risk his life for his friends and family—excessive loyalty is not a virtue. Even when he washed ashore with no mora or a name to him, he offered the strays his food every day. It’s irrational; and it could’ve killed him. Just thinking about it makes you unbearably angry. He’s lucky you found him.
Then why is it that you still feel luckier of the two?
“I hate it when you do that, Thoma.”
This is why you can’t have nice things. Because you break them.
Thoma looks genuinely remorseful, and you immediately regret saying it.
“I-…I’m sorry, (name),” he whispers. “I would never do anything to upset you.”
God, you wish you weren’t such a problem child. You wish he was meaner. You wish you’d stop falling for him every day.
“It’s like you care for me more than I do,” you mutter, upset. “I don’t know how to act.”
Thoma blinks. “I- That’s not what I…”
Placing his hand over the upper half of his face, he sighs. “It’s only half-true. You bring out the best in me, (name).”
You scoff. “You’re already the best I could ever find in a man, Thoma.”
Quick flames erupt from his ears at your comment, startling both him and you. You blink at him, his cheeks and ears as scarlet as fire, before bursting into laughter.
“You’re the same as ever,” you manage to say in between laughs. “You once set the bouquet on fire before you could give it to your crush.”
“That was way back when!” He furrows his brows. “It was a schoolboy crush and it lasted three weeks.”
“Don’t get defensive on me,” you tease. “You’re just such a clown when you’re in love.”
“Does that mean you’ll keep smiling at me?”
“Huh.” You blink. “Well, if that’s your party trick, sure.”
“(Name), I’m not sure you understand,” he breathes. “I’m erupting like this because you’re here.”
“Then would you spew fire if I kiss you?” You lean towards him, a playful lilt in your voice.
“Stop teasing me, (name),” he murmurs, leaning further into you, arms on either side. It’s hard to be mean to his puppy dog eyes and plush pout.
Before you can think it through, you close the gap between your lips, a soft sound of surprise leaving Thoma. But your senses return before he can kiss you back, his lips chasing yours when you pull away.
“Oh!” You gasp, eyes wide as your hands fly to your mouth. “I can’t believe I just did that, oh my god. What have you done?”
“M-me?” He fumbles, cherry red. “You kissed me. Why are you shocked?”
“I didn’t think I’d actually do it!” You exclaim. “That was too impulsive for me to act normal.”
“I like it when you’re impulsive.” His fern green eyes seem to melt at your gaze, an almost pleading look laced with quiet mischief.
You bite back a smile, and he leans in to press his lips against yours. Why haven’t you done this before? You giggle into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you tighter. Christmas has never tasted sweeter.
Suddenly—
“Woof!”
You separate yourself from each other, jumping at the sound. Looking down, you found a rather angry Taroumaru glaring at you from beside the stack of kitten sweaters.
Thoma is the first to laugh. “Sorry there, buddy. I didn’t mean to make things awkward for you.”
“Awoof!”
“Oh, yeah! I’m done with the sweaters.” Thoma nods. “We’ll try them on tomorrow morning.”
You furrow your brows. “Are you… communicating?”
“No, I’m just assuming what he means.”
“Arrrrooof!”
“Okay, I have no idea what that means.”
Taroumaru leaps onto your lap, snuggling his face onto your collarbone.
Thoma knits his brows, almost offended. You don’t get to see that expression often, and you wouldn’t have expected Taroumaru to prompt it. “Oh, so you’re here to steal my (name), is it?”
“I wouldn’t mind Taroumaru stealing me,” you declare. “Isn’t that right?”
You floof up Taroumaru’s face, scratching the back of his ears as he gives you a joyous yip.
Thoma rolls his eyes, a smile begging to take over his lips. “You’re taking it too far, (name).”
“Really now?”
You feel warm lips press against yours again, eliciting a soft laugh from you. However, it’s cut short by Taroumaru’s angry headbutt against Thoma’s chin, a grunt of pain following as he’s pushed back. However, it’s soon replaced with laughter, the sound resonating across the room. Only Thoma could laugh so full, even on an empty stomach.
“Alright, you win.” He raises his arms in defeat.
“We should take a family picture,” you suggest, looking around for the kamera.
“But we’re not married?” Thoma tilts his head to the side.
You smack his arm. “We don’t have to be married for one!”
“Ah, pre-marital photographs. Scandalous.”
And so, stands the pre-marital photograph of you, Thoma and Taroumaru in matching sweaters, by your dresser—you’re clutching your stomach as you laugh while Thoma’s turned red (in true Christmas spirit) trying to hold in his laughter. Taroumaru is the only one photogenic enough to make it work, his head tilted to the side and eyes closed in joy. You should’ve known then, that only the sweetest of fruitcakes could top that photograph (and Thoma’s came pretty damn close).
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— Thoma | genshin ; 1.5k event
—INTRODUCING: THOMA. He ends up being your tutor, he not only wanted to help you with your notes, studying, whatever you asked of him but he solely agreed to this to get close to you. Oh, and he knows you feel the same way about him, what could this "study session" lead to?
❏ ( notes ) ; This is the third fic for my "ATTENTION" milestone post! I hope you all enjoy this bc I did <3
❏ ( contents ) ; Needy & shy Thoma ; dry humping, steamy (//wink) make out sessions, & fingering.
Thoma was hesitant on agreeing to be your tutor, not because he doesn't think he's good enough for the job, but because it'll just be the two of you, alone. Thoma was shy, even the thought of just being alone with you made him feel giddy inside. He knew your feelings for him as well but never knew the right time to make a move, until today.
The "tutoring session" was a little less than studying but more of you two pouncing onto each other. After gaining knowledge about your feelings for each other, it's like a huge weight has been lifted off you guys' shoulders as your lips finally crash together. The kiss was so messy with how much you both desperately needed to be on each other.
The usually shy and timid Thoma you knew so well was replaced by something more... audacious. His actions had much, much more confidence behind them as he touched you. As he pressed himself onto you, you could feel just how much he wanted this, how ready he was to make this the best you've ever had.
As he ruts himself against you, he lets out these throaty groans that sent shivers straight down your spine. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck as his hands found their place under your shirt cupping your breast, pinching the skin lightly to make you jolt under him.
As bad as Thoma wanted to take you then and there, he wanted to play with you just a little more even if it meant him straining against his pants longer, aching for you to be wrapped around him already.
Thoma lets out little gasps, his lips parted, and eyes focused on your face as he slips his digits inside you. The sounds you made were music to his ears, he'd be lying to himself if he said he never wondered how you'd sound when being pleasured like this.
Thoma doesn't slow down either, no. Not when you're feeling so good on his fingers, not when you're whining so cutely for him. Each noise and each little shiver of your body under him, under his lips, made a tint of pink appear on his cheeks, he felt himself getting harder by the second. And it didn't help with how ready you were for his cock, his own fingers sliding in and out of you so easily, tightening around him once he reaches your little spot.
Thoma's mind was roaming around so much, filled with nothing but filthy little thoughts of you that used to make him somewhat embarrassed but now... he was able to make those little fantasies of his come true. if you were willing to cooperate with him that is.
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Cold hands, warm heart
includes : thoma, arataki itto, kaeya alberich
summary : no matter the circumstances, he'll always be there to warm you up
tags : fluff, comfort, sick!reader (kaeya's part)
T h o m a
You liked Ayaka, you really did. However right now, as you walked back to the Kamisato Estate, chilled to the bone, the snow underneath your feet soaking your socks, fingers frozen and feeling immobile while you carried the newest winter collection from the Ogura Textiles & Kimonos which she had ordered, you could not help yourself but wish your dear lady to catch a light cold.
Simply for your own satisfaction, you know?
Once you finally reached the estate and entered the hallway, your face and hands started tingling, the warm gust of air hitting the frozen-like parts of your body and making you let out a sigh of relief as you set the newly bought goods to the side.
"Oh, hey there! You're back already?" Thoma exclaimed as you noticed him standing in the kitchen, a cloth in his hand while he dried a few clean dishes which you assumed must have had remained from dinner.
You hummed tiredly and watched him dry his hands quickly before walking around the counter to step in front of you, the comfortable warmth of his palms seeping through your skin as he placed them on your cheeks. A light gasp escaped his mouth at the cold touch.
"Sweetheart, you're freezing."
"Well, it's winter, isn't it?" you said sheepishly, earning yourself a sympathetic smile from the blonde as his thumbs kept rubbing gently along your apple cheeks.
"Come on, go and get changed, I'll make you some tea." Thoma's suggestion was followed with a kiss on your nose, his soft lips meeting its cold tip.
Nonetheless, your tender moment was interrupted by a not so quiet sneeze that sounded quite familiar.
Thoma must have noticed your confused look and explained, "Oh, her lady's been feeling a bit off today. She must have caught a cold."
Oh.
I t t o
"Itto-"
"No! Don't-Don't say it! Please!" the oni begged you, the pout on his face combined with his long soaked hair only adding further to his drenched-oversized-puppy look.
Why soaked and drenched you would ask?
In short, your dear oni boyfriend had been overly excited to join another beetle battle and had been in need of a new Onikabuto. But despite Shinobu's and your warnings that a storm had been predicted for the day, the stubborn and determined oni had not listened and stormed off.
Why you had joined him in his search, knowing very well what might await you? Probably because your love for this man-child has made you insane.
And so here you were standing in this humid cave, both soaked to the bone and waiting for the heavy downpour to finally cease.
"-we told you so." you sighed, finishing your sentence at which Itto dramatically held his hand against his chest, head thrown back and eyes tightly shut, displaying his exaggerated emotional pain at your accusatory words.
Yet, his eyes immediately snapped open at the sudden contact your arm made with his.
The storm was getting stronger now, your wet clothes acting like a magnet to the cold the wind provided.
"'S so damn cold." you hissed through your clattering teeth, shuffling from one foot to another and hoping that those little movements would help to warm you up. They did not.
"Oh! C'mere then, pretty babe." with his hand around your wrist, he swiftly pulled your body against his chest, the arms around your waist leaving you nearly breathless as he pressed you closer against him.
"There. Better?" he grinned, the smug undertone in his voice not bothering you the slightest as you were way too busy nuzzling your face further against his warm skin.
"Archons, why are you so cute?!"
K A E Y A
You promised yourself to never accept a commission again that's located on Dragonspine. Never ever again.
Because now you were glued to your bed, body drained from its energy, your throat and limbs aching.
"With a bit of rest and the right herbs, you'll definitely feel better in a few days." you recalled Barbara's kind voice as she had reassured you.
And here you were, those mentioned few days later, layers of blankets covering your body and yet you were still feeling as cold as on the first day after your trip to that cursed mountain.
"Good morning, sleepy head! Oh, wait. It's already evening." Kaeya barged into your shared bedroom, the usual teasing smirk curving his mouth. "How does it feel to loaf around while your handsome lover had to do all your paperwork for you?"
"As empathetic as always, Mr. Alberich." you croaked out, summoning the little strength you had left to roll your eyes in annoyance.
After having discarded his jacket and set his sword to the side, Kaeya approached the bed, his first reflex being to check your temperature. Yet his playful demeanour was quickly put aside when the skin underneath his palm still felt too warm for his liking.
"You're hot."
"Please, you're flattering me." you mumbled with a smile on your face, droopy eyes making you look as if you were in a delirious-like state.
"I'm serious, darling."
"I'm fine." you sighed deeply and grabbed his wrist, your grip feeling anything but firm, Kaeya remarked. "Now could you please join me? I'm freezing."
Who was he to deny you when you looked at him with those pretty glassy eyes? In no time, he slipped beside you under the covers, chuckling lightly as you immediately clung to his body, seeking his body warmth.
With an arm flung over your waist, he held you close against him, his grip on you tightening at every occasional jolt the chill would force upon your muscles.
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episode 06: the puppy-boy bites back!
CONTENTS: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. m.list!
TW/CW: mentions of violence. manipulative and entitled behaviour but from neither of the main characters.
A/N: I have returned, with eyebags aplenty and an extra chapter for the readers who didn't give up on this fic for some reason. thank u for waiting :((
“What’s on your mind?”
Thoma mirrored your pose, resting his head on top of his desk and gazing at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes; as usual, his hair flopped to the side like a pair of puppy-dog ears, giving him the appearance of a lounging golden retriever.
“Nothing much.” A smile made its way to your face in spite of yourself— the effect of a puppy-boy, no less. “Just wondering why everyone has been looking at me funny. It’s been quite a while now.”
Perhaps it was because of the bandages that still adorned your arms, or the new rumours that now surrounded you wherever you went, but you now had the reputation of a cold-hearted delinquent who ruthlessly picked fights with anyone who dared challenge you. Some whispered that you had done so to valiantly protect the honour of Thoma, but all good intentions were easily washed away in the sea of misinformation that was a school campus.
Well, you had to admit it was better to be feared than to be ridiculed, because at least people gave you a wide berth in the hallways. Now you never had to worry about getting squished to death during the rush for freshly-baked bread in the cafeteria.
“They’re jealous of you, that’s what.” He whispered back, giving you a goofy smile. “Not everyone gets to sport the cool bandage look like you do.”
“I look like I have eighth-grader syndrome.”
“Well I think it’s cool.” Thoma declared with an air of finality as he reached for your hands. “And I also think they're looking a little loose, so let me check them for you.”
You reluctantly allowed him to take your hands in his, ignoring the chills that surged down your arms as his fingers ghosted over your bandages. They were already healing nicely, so why did he insist on checking them every day?
“Just as I suspected.” Your (very clueless) puppy-nurse clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “I did tell you not to flail around too much— if you keep doing that they’re going to come off and leave the wounds exposed.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do? I hold a pencil and the whole thing falls off.”
“Then just hold still and let me fix it for you. I’ll keep fixing these no matter how many times it takes.”
Your traitorous heart jumped into your throat and nearly caused you to choke on your spit; it would be wise if someone told Thoma to not spew out such embarrassing lines out of the blue, because even the stoniest of hearts would quiver at such cheesy words.
(But in reality, you knew that it only had this effect on you because of the person who was saying it. Stupid puppy-boy.)
“Is Thoma here?”
Said an unfamiliar voice, causing everyone’s heads to snap to its source; a stranger hovered in the doorway, obstructing the path of practically everyone who might’ve wanted to enter the classroom. She was a fairly pretty girl, with shiny, well-kept hair and sparkling eyes— if you had actually remembered to pay attention to other people, you might’ve identified her as one of the more popular students in one of the other classes.
Her shining eyes fixated on the puppy-boy beside you, who was fiddling with your bandages with an adorable frown on his face; in turn, everyone’s gazes followed suit to stare at Thoma. The weight of their gazes made you squirm.
“Psst.” You nudged him with your foot. “Someone’s looking for you.”
“I’m almost done, wait…” He only scrunched up his face even further, practically burying his face into the palms of your hands as he tucked a loose end away. You almost died right then and there.
“Thoma, I don’t think she can wait.”
Meanwhile the girl had invited herself in, slipping between the rows of desks with a natural grace; silently she made her way to where you and Thoma sat… and then she proceeded to stand there, radiating the most intimidating aura that you’d ever seen a person emit.
“Thoma.” You hissed, nudging him even harder this time. “Hurry up.”
Something sharp and intense practically bored itself into the back of your head, and you looked up to see a pair of slightly puffy eyes looking down on you; somehow, it felt like she was looking down on you in more ways than one.
The girl rapped lightly on the top of Thoma’s desk, finally catching his attention. He looked up just in time for her to ask, “Could I speak to you after school?”
You nearly kicked Thoma from the sheer straightforwardness of her question.
Was this the famed after-school confession that you’d only heard about? Back when you had been counseling regularly, this method of confessing was one of the most preferred by your clients due to its convenience. There was less chance of getting interrupted by class activities or watchful teachers, and behind the football field was a popular place to confess to the one you admired.
(Hey, even if you hadn’t directly advised confessions, it was hard not to hear about all the romance-gossip that people liked to spew.)
“I- well…” Thoma’s eyes flickered briefly to meet yours, a faint shadow passing over his face.
“You don’t have to, but if you can…” The pretty girl’s voice faltered, and her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her uniform. “Please- please meet me behind the football field.”
Yep, it definitely was an after-school confession.
And on that note she left, leaving the classroom erupting in cheers as your classmates all congratulated Thoma.
But somehow you couldn’t shake the uneasiness that hung over you like a dark cloud, weighing over your shoulders like an anchor wrapped in chains. The unpleasant look she had given you was one thing you could easily brush aside, but as for Thoma…
He fidgeted uneasily in his seat, awkwardly smiling as he received congratulations all around. Surely it wasn’t the first time he had received such a request, so why did he look so… uncomfortable? Everyone seemed approving of the situation, and even you had to admit that he looked good together with that girl.
One of your seatmates shoved Thoma by the shoulder playfully, muffled cheers of both awe and jealousy echoing in your ears like a distant dream— it was then that the realisation hit you like a bolt from the blue.
It was as if everyone expected him to automatically accept the confession of a pretty girl simply because he was 'Everyone's Thoma', a pretty face who was destined for a stellar life. A perfect girl who was perfectly suited for a perfect boy, a perfect couple who were both absolutely ideal in every way possible.
(Ah, why did those words taste so bitter in your mouth?)
Anyway, it didn't matter whether Thoma wanted this path or not, because as long as he had the title worthy of a protagonist, everyone would be watching him… and just waiting to pounce on him once they deemed he had fallen from their good graces. He would be judged if he turned down a blessing such as this, and he would be judged if he accepted it.
“Thoma…” Subconsciously you reached out for his sleeve, but something stopped your fingers before they could— at this point, you weren’t even sure if you had the right to ask him if he was alright.
You weren’t someone who was blind to the hierarchy of this world; in terms of social standing, you were currently at the very bottom of the food chain. Perhaps a highschool match-maker would have had better chances of being viewed as an acceptable side character to Thoma’s role as protagonist, but a delinquent, on the other hand… who were you, to drag him down with you?
“Did you say something?” His gaze flicked to you; the way those angelic eyes lit up made you squirm with guilt. Maybe those people were right, after all.
“Nah, it wasn’t anything important.” Your fingers curled into a tight fist, digging into your palms and leaving crescent-moon marks of shame— greedy Icarus, to reach for the heavens. You of all people did not deserve to stand with the sun, no matter how much hope kindled in your heart for such a dream. “Are you going to go see her?”
A smile worked its way up Thoma’s face, but this one was different; it was not his usual honey-sweet smile, forged from gold and sunshine eternal. This smile was of bitter resignation, the realisation that he never would truly be free from the expectations weighing down on his shoulders. You wanted to wipe that bitter smile from his face in an instant, even if you had to use your very lips to do so.
Sorry, what? said the small, intrusive part of your brain. Didn’t hear that last part clearly.
No, you told yourself firmly. This sick, unpleasant feeling that twisted in your gut like an angry snake was certainly not jealousy, and you were not going to let this or your own personal feelings get to your head and possibly ruin your friendship with Thoma. You were going to be fine and wish him the best with a smile on your face, and whatever outcome he chose, you would support him— that was what Thoma needed right now, and that was all you were going to do.
“Oy, Thoma.” Your voice cracked slightly. “Don’t… don’t let yourself be a piece of bread anymore.”
He gave you a look, and you suddenly realised what you had just said.
Was that seriously the best you could do?! You screamed internally, suppressing the urge to bash your head against the nearest wall— not even something comprehensive, like ‘I support whatever decision you make’ or ‘Follow your heart’?
Emerald-green eyes stared at you unwaveringly for one heart-beat, two heart-beats… and then the bitterness in Thoma’s smile disappeared, melting away like a bad dream as he broke into a real smile. “Again with the bread?”
Heat flooded to your face. “I- Well, in my defense—“
“Don’t worry, I understand what you’re talking about.” For the first time, you noticed the faint dimples on his cheeks as Thoma grinned even wider. “But even if I’m not bread, I’m still a snack, right?”
“…Shut it.”
Your heart throbbed painfully as he laughed, and part of you wondered if you had done the right thing. Reminding him that he had the freedom to choose was one thing, but could you really support him if he chose something that you did not like? Were you selfish enough to turn away if he didn’t choose you? The rolling, unpleasant feeling from earlier returned, simmering in the pit of your stomach as you thought of that pretty girl and her shining, disdainful eyes— oh, how you desperately hoped that you would never have to suffer through the pain of making such a choice.
It wasn’t her fault she was pretty, nor was it your classmates fault for pairing her up with Thoma… but why did you feel this way?
You swallowed hard, devouring any feelings that might overstep the boundaries of your friendship; it wouldn’t matter if a garden flourished in your lungs from all the times you swallowed your blooming emotions. And he smiled away, oblivious to your inner turmoil.
“Well, I suppose I can’t run away from things forever.”
He leaned back in his chair and stretched, pushing his notebooks to where you could reach them. “I’ll just be out for a minute, but I’ll be back for you.”
I’ll be back for you…?
Before you knew it, a warm, ticklish sensation landed on the top of your head— Thoma’s eyes softened as he ruffled your hair, his fingers tracing briefly against the curve of your cheek as he pulled away all too soon. You could only stare mutely as he slipped out of the classroom, taking every colour in your world with him.
Time seemed to pass slowly without Thoma by your side.
The perfect-attendance student who never skipped a single class was missing from the classroom, with no hints as to where he had gone. From the reactions of everyone else in your class, they were just as equally in the dark about the matter as you were.
You told yourself it didn’t matter; it wasn’t like you weren’t used to being alone in the first place. You’d simply return to the same old routine as before.
But deep down you knew that it did matter to you.
Somehow your world had become muted, the colours dull and lifeless wherever you looked; everything was mechanically routine, a dull blur of ordinary life that felt so empty. Open your notebook, write down what the teacher was saying, then open your textbook to highlight the sections that were to be studied for today. Line up your pencils and pens into a straight line next to your eraser, with the ruler placed across the front of the desk like a nameplate. Your free periods were spent just as you had always wanted— in peace and quiet, and alone.
It was as if Thoma had never existed in your life in the first place; there were no conversations brimming with laughter during free period, no passing of little notes when the teacher’s back was turned. When lunchtime came, no-one came to drag you to the rooftop and feed you home-cooked food with his own chopsticks. Was this really what your life had been like before you met Thoma?
If so, how truly miserable, you thought ruefully. By the time the last bell rang, it had already sunk in how truly alone you were without him, and you loathed yourself for feeling that way. Somewhere along the line, that puppy-boy had wormed his way into your life and now you were left with an aching heart when he wasn’t around. How wonderfully pathetic.
Your grip tightened on the straps of your backpack as you marched out of the classroom, hyper-aware of all the eyes that followed you as you left. They all probably thought you were pathetic, too.
Where was he?
“Yo, have any of you seen where Thoma went?” One student asked loudly, intimidating everyone in the classroom with his extreme height and bright red eyeliner that was almost certainly against the dress-code. Next to him, a tall girl with dark bobbed hair tutted, smacking the top of his head with a rolled-up sheaf of papers. “Lower your voice, Crimson Idiot.”
“I didn’t ask you, Bird-brain.”
You ignored their squabbling and listened closely to the people around you, fishing for any info on where Thoma might’ve been. Seriously, how hard was it to find one puppy-boy?
“…Probably headed for behind the football field……”
“Isn’t that where people confess?”
“So that girl from earlier…”
Your gaze fixed on Thoma’s backpack, lying where he had left it. Perhaps you were just projecting, but it looked almost as lonely as you felt without him— and thus an idea sprung to mind.
Gritting your teeth, you swung what must have been at least fifty tons of overpriced educational material onto your back and stalked out of the classroom, ignoring the stares of your classmates. Get the backpack to Thoma, you chanted to yourself. Go behind the football field to see what’s really going on. But not because you were jealous or anything like that.
Find Thoma and bring him his backpack.
Go behind the football field and figure out what was happening.
FInd Thoma, because anything— anything would be better than this dull, lifeless world. Anything would be better than holding this ball of nauseating jealousy and insecurity in your stomach. For all you knew, he actually might’ve liked that girl, but- but…
You tightened your grip on his backpack straps, grounding your reality with the feeling of rough fabric against your trembling fingertips. It was time to get a move on.
Filled with a reckless bravery that was most unlike yourself, you had set off on another journey, similar to the journeys you had taken before. But this one was not a quest for delicious fresh-baked goods-- it was a quest to seek out a fair-haired prince who might or might not need rescuing.
Oh, and while lugging what must’ve been the world’s heaviest backpack in tow.
Flinging down the backpack with the last of your strength, you practically collapsed against the nearest wall and heaved for air— oxygen, sweet oxygen, don’t abandon this poor soul just yet.
You’d hauled Thoma’s bag all over the school as you checked all of the places he might’ve been, running upstairs and downstairs in search of one very elusive puppy-boy. Maybe it would’ve been wiser to just go straight to the football field and wait for him there, but there was no guarantee he was even going to be there if you had looked there first.
(And you had ended up dragging that bag everywhere only to end up at the final destination anyway— that is, behind the football field.)
Even if it was an inanimate object, the offending backpack was not spared from the venomous glare you shot its way; you made a mental note to teach Thoma a couple of things, such as packing light for school, or the magic of digital textbooks. Maybe you’d even teach him the forbidden knowledge of free textbook websites— anything just so that he’d stop hauling around the Library of Alexandria in his backpack.
“-excuse me, but…”
The faint sound of voices brought you out of your self-induced misery, hushed tones coming from right around the corner; one the soft notes of a girl’s voice, and the other a very, very familiar way of barking– speaking. You pressed close to the wall, straining your ears to catch any words that he might be saying.
“You’re the friend of the girl who came to my classroom the other day, right?” Yep, that voice was definitely a puppy-boy’s.
Your curiosity (nosiness) got the better of you, and you dove into a nearby bush in order to camouflage your presence. You couldn’t see much with all the branches in the way, but you could at least make out Thoma standing with his back to you, a slight slouch in his posture and his hands shoved in his pockets.
…Weird.
You frowned slightly; for as long as you had known him, he had always stood with perfectly upright posture wherever he went, even to the point of nagging you about your own horrendous slouch. Now seemed like an odd time to be hypocritical.
“Ah, yes, that’s me…” Slouch or no slouch, the girl still blushed at the sight of Thoma, fanning her face with one hand. “Thank you for meeting me out here today.”
"Is what she said true— that you have feelings for me?"
Your heart caught itself in your throat; even though you absolutely hated to admit it, they looked good together. Two upright main characters in a world of their own, the perfect confession scene set up and the sidekick (yours truly) sitting in the bushes till your legs cramped over to death. And of course she’d have feelings for him, too– even you weren't immune to his charms, something which still made you want to pull your hair out every time you thought of it.
She blushed even more and hid her face behind her hands, mumbling some response that you couldn't quite catch… but from her body language, the answer was most likely a yes. Of course it would be a yes.
“...I see.” His jaw tensed, and you suddenly noticed why he had been holding his hands in his pockets this whole time— for the entire conversation, Thoma had had his hands balled into fists.
What was going on here?
You clamped a hand over your mouth to suppress an ugly shriek— calm down, calm down, he didn’t seem to be postured to actually throw hands with some random girl. He wasn’t the type to start fights, anyway.
(All the same, you stole a guilty glance at your bandaged hands and mentally begged for forgiveness from his parents. Thoma was far too kind-hearted to actually hit someone, but still… sorry for being a bad influence on your son!)
Blissfully unaware, the girl coyly peeked through her fingers and smiled at him; it was clear that she was waiting for the “right” response to her confession, a perfect fairy-tale ending to this scene if this had been a rom-com film. But on the other hand, you weren’t so sure if Thoma was in the same genre…
His fist released slightly, the sound of a soft exhale barely audible over the background noise. “Frankly speaking, I…”
You waited with bated breath, every nerve tingling as Thoma paused to think over his next words. Your rival– er, the other girl also eagerly awaited his response, her eyes shining with anticipation through her fingers.
“...I’m not too fond of people who twist the truth for their own convenience.”
The blood chilled in your veins, freezing to a sudden stand-still from the sudden temperature drop.
At the same time, the smile froze onto the girl’s face. “Pardon?”
“Oh, I think that you and I both know what I’m talking about here. There have been some strange rumours flying around, and, well…” Thoma’s voice was light and easy-going once again, as if the sudden coldness had never existed in the first place. He very well could have been discussing what he had just had for lunch, or his plans for after school.
“...Well, rumours are just rumours, right?” She gave a nervous laugh, the sound of footsteps echoing against the asphalt as she stepped back. The branches rustled conspicuously as you squinted through the foliage– you couldn’t get a good view of the conversation if she kept fidgeting around and away from where you could see her.
“I certainly agree with that statement,” He replied. “But rumours cause more problems if they’re not taken care of– why, I heard that a fight broke out recently because of a small misunderstanding.”
“Oh, my. That- that sounds awful, really…”
“It really is! What a horrible incident, too.”
Thoma shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms in a less-than-friendly manner; the girl nearly stumbled as she backed away, her smile twisting as her nerves began to show through. “Someone I hold very dear to me got hurt because of this, and the worst thing is that I can’t even find out who spread such dreadful lies.”
Was Thoma still hung up on that? You frowned– you could’ve sworn that you told him to let it be. And he was the one telling you not to be offended by things on his behalf. Hypocrite.
“I don’t take very kindly to such things, especially when it involves the safety of the people I care about.” A beat, before he continued, “You understand what I mean, right?”
“...Yes.”
“Really? I’m so glad to hear that.” A light, airy chuckle fills the air. “In that case… why did you spread those rumours?”
Silence. Fabric rustled as Thoma shifted his weight back to presumably look her in the eye. You did not want to know what sort of face he was making (okay, maybe you did. But just a little bit.)
“Ah- I think… I think you may have misunderstood something here. You may have mistaken me for someone else—”
“Oh, but I happened to hear a different story.” He seethed— no, growled would have been a more fitting description, though by some miracle Thoma still barely managed to keep a semblance of politeness. “The chemistry club, the president of the astronomy club… even the head of the student council and Ms. Minci herself. They all heard someone going around telling people about poor, innocent Thoma being manipulated by some troublemaker who kept hanging around him. Does that sound familiar, by any chance?”
Dread and ill-omen rolled off of Thoma in waves; this… was no puppy-boy, you realised.
(At this point you took a moment to pause and contemplate your life choices, because seeing him all riled up was making your heart skip in weird ways that were probably mildly concerning.)
This was a fully-grown, trained guard dog equipped with the knowledge of hunting and military training, and he was angry; the girl who stood so tall and proud only a few moments before now looked like a mouse cowering before a predator, looking for a way to run. You suddenly came to the bone-chilling realisation of how intimidating of an opponent Thoma actually was, considering the vast amount of connections he had and what sort of information — or favours — he managed to earn with the sheer power of puppy-politeness… all while he was still a student.
It was enough for you to consider turning tail and fleeing, and you weren’t even the target of his anger— and it didn’t help that you were also pretty sure he was holding back.
(Wait, surely this couldn't be your fault, right? You had told him to let him live for himself, but then again you'd expected something like ‘Hey, please don't do that anymore, thanks’ and not… whatever this was. No amount of heart-racing could justify you being a bad influence, no matter how handsome he looked when absolutely royally pissed off.)
“Like you said, rumours are just rumours. By themselves they don’t necessarily cause trouble, which really makes me curious…” Thoma’s voice dropped, lowering to a tone which you might’ve mistaken for almost friendly if you hadn’t known him better. “Do you mind telling me what you said to your friend that made her start a fight?”
“I… I didn’t tell her to do anything for me. She was the one who–”
“But I’m sure you knew that she would do that for you if you were really that close with her, right? If you fed her just the right information, she would go ballistic for you just because you’re her friend.”
Silence once again, and Thoma clicked his tongue ruefully. “She might be a little hot-headed, but she’s certainly a loyal friend. You should treasure the friends you have while you still have them.”
“Thoma, please- please understand… I...” She stammered out. “I was- My friend made a mistake! She gets mixed up sometimes, it’s really not–“
“I’m really not the person you should be explaining that to.” His voice was dangerously soft. “I’m not the one who was directly affected by your actions.”
Now there was really no way for this girl to escape, now that all of her plans had been exposed– after manipulating the people around her with her words and throwing her classmate under the bus, you could only wonder: just how far was she willing to go for this? How low was she willing to sink for a stranger who she probably barely knew?
“Why do you care so much?” She spat; now she was changing tactics, going from blame-shifting to being defensive. You had to admit that in spite of the amount of secondhand embarrassment this was giving you, it was somewhat fascinating to witness such a fine example of how the human mind works when put in difficult situations— but also unfortunately for you, the secondhand embarrassment was far from over.
“Because it's not right. I…” A sigh of frustration, a rustle as Thoma reached up to rub his temples. “Look, it’s really that simple. You just need to apologise and stop doing what you’re doing right now. Can’t you see that people are suffering because of your actions?”
“Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
A tiny ladybug crawled past on a nearby branch, slowing as it drew nearer to you. It probably was wondering what was happening; it was unusual to find three strange humans here, two of whom were having a telenovela-worthy quarrel outside while the third crouched in the bushes to eavesdrop.
It gave you a questioning look, to which you responded with a shrug. Don’t look at me, I’m just the eavesdropping sidekick here.
“I was just expressing my concern for you, that’s all! I know you have a tendency to be taken advantage of—”
“You don’t know me.” Thoma’s voice became only quieter, barely above a murmur at this point. “You hardly know anything about me.”
Ooh, ouch.
Both you and the ladybug flinched on her behalf; true, she was acting weirdly entitled to him, but still… hearing that from him would sting, and not just a little bit.
(On another note, at least you knew that Thoma was definitely someone straight out of a telenovela— maybe a heartthrob-student-by-day, mafia-boss-by-night type of main character? Either way, you really should've brought popcorn for this.)
“I’m sure you’re a nice person, really… but we hardly know each other enough to warrant this sort of behaviour from you. If you were my friend or my classmate, perhaps, but…”
“So what?” She snapped. “Why does it matter who likes you? Is it so wrong for me to do that?”
“That is not what I said.”
“But why is it okay for that little friend of yours to cling to you like a leech?” A harsh, disbelieving laugh fills the air. “What, don’t tell me you have a crush on that- that—“
The girl continued laughing, but Thoma remained oddly quiet. Something twisted in your gut like a knife– she was referring to you, like it was some sort of joke that he would ever like you. A part of you wanted to agree with her.
“...Yeah, I do.”
He paused a beat. “Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?”
You nearly face-planted into the dirt as you clapped both hands over your mouth, just barely suppressing the unseemly shriek that you almost let out.
No, you couldn’t possibly have misheard him this time. You’d heard him loud and clear.
“...What?”
“You heard me the first time.” His voice was clear and firm. “I wasn’t lying when I said that, so why do you look like you don’t believe me?”
“You- you’re kidding, right? Very funny, Thoma, but–”
“I wouldn’t joke about such a thing. That’s just cruel.”
Meanwhile, you were very close to becoming the person to ever successfully shapeshift into an earthworm and bury yourself in the ground while those two were duking it out. The ladybug watched as you went through the five stages of grief in under a minute, offering its silent support in your hour of suffering– at least, you assumed it was offering its support. For all you knew, it might’ve found it enjoyable to watch your emotional turmoil for the sheer drama.
“Liar!” Her voice was sharp, the faintest hint of tears showing its edge through her words. “You just feel sorry for that loner, right? Thoma, I know you can do so much better than that—”
(In the midst of your agony, your eye twitched– oh, for goodness’ sake, this one was even more delusional than her best friend Panda-Eyes. Where had they even gotten the idea that they knew what was best for Thoma despite barely knowing him? And to top it all off, she sounded so desperately sure of herself that it made you want to melt into compost right then and there.)
“Thank you for having my best interests in mind, but I think I do a better job of deciding what’s best for me.” Thoma cut her off firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Thick, heavy silence settled over like a dismal fog; neither party wanted to speak. Until…
“It’s not fair…” You caught a glimpse of shine as her shoes shuffled forward, her voice eerily quiet. “It’s not fair at all.”
“...Pardon?”
“What did I do?” Thoma was shoved backwards, and those shiny patent shoes continued marching towards him. “Tell me, where did I go wrong?”
“I don’t know—”
“Tell me!” The girl nearly shouted, her voice cracking and breaking down. “I was the one who cared ever since the beginning, Thoma. I was the one who took on all sorts of tasks so that you wouldn’t suffer so much. So why… why isn’t it me?”
You held your breath, hardly daring to move a muscle.
“Why is it some nobody who won’t even notice you until it’s too late?” She murmured– an unpleasant chill went down your spine when you realised she was talking about you. “I did everything, but…”
Even in the heat of your anger, there came a fleeting moment when you almost felt sorry for her in this pathetic state; from all of your counselling, you knew how difficult it was to muster the courage to stand before the person you liked.
No, you corrected yourself. That wasn't quite right, because it wasn’t just from your counselling— you now had firsthand experience thanks to Thoma. To like someone so much that you started to behave irrationally, to leave your comfort zone and cross over into unknown territory just so you could walk their path with them— there were many beautiful, colourful memories that you had gained just from staying by his side. It was only natural that this girl would want to experience that too, even if she went about the wrong way to try and achieve it.
(Now, since when did you ever become this empathetic?)
For a moment, you wondered if you'd have done the same thing if you had been in her place; in a twisted sense, the two of you had been two sides of the same coin, both yearning for the same person in different ways. You knew nothing about who she was or what she did, but for a moment— just this moment — you pitied her.
A loud, hiccuping sob interrupted your train of thought; the girl raised her head unsteadily, covering her face with one hand. The other hand raised itself in the air to harshly shove Thoma backwards, his shoes scraping against the ground as he tried to steady himself.
Did she just…?
That white-hot sensation from the other day reappeared, searing even brighter right behind your eyeballs and burning any semblance of pity you might’ve had for her; unconsciously, your bandaged hands curled into fists once again.
“Hey– wait just a second here.” Thoma’s voice sounded strained. “You don’t look so good. Are you–”
“Don’t touch me!” You flinched at the sharp sound of skin hitting skin, and once again he stumbled backwards. Through the leaves you could barely make out her silhouette as she raised her hand ready to strike again— and suddenly everything seared blinding white.
“Enough.”
Leaves rustled and scattered about you, the afternoon sunlight flashing in your eyes enough to leave you dazzled– in a blur, you barely registered the gaping looks of shock that met your gaze. Something warm struggled in your grasp, your nails digging into the unidentified object by instinct; apparently you had launched yourself out of the bushes and caught her hand just as it was about to hit his face, a flurry of leaves and flower petals showering around you in a horribly dramatic entrance.
Your first realisation was that you were very glad nobody else was around, or else you might’ve had the unfortunate experience of having your dramatic entrance caught on video. The second realisation was that you were very displeased with the idea that someone had actually just tried to hit Thoma— not on your watch, not now and not ever.
All the bitterness seeped into your voice and turned your words into a frigid cold. "If you have such a problem with me, then face me instead of taking it out on someone else like a coward."
Two pairs of eyes stared at you, completely stunned– Thoma could only gape at you in shock as you trudged forward to plant yourself in between him and the other party, a grumpy look on your face as you crossed your arms. Meanwhile, the offender in question stared at you with frightened, wary eyes, tears still dripping down her face like a leaking faucet.
“You…”
“Yep. It’s definitely me.” You replied, eye twitching as you desperately tried to restrain yourself from jumping her. If she was so keen on painting you as a violent delinquent, then congratulations! She was about to get her wish.
“Why– why are you here?” Thoma choked out, his jaw hanging slack as he gaped at you in shock— well, to be fair, you had literally just launched out of the shrubbery like some sort of vegan jack-in-the-box. You couldn't really blame him for staring.
“Oh, I was just passing by and saw something going on. Thought it looked like some fun violent activity that a troublemaker would enjoy.” You managed to muster the most bubblegum-flavoured, saccharine-sweet voice that your raging temper could allow, allowing yourself to give a side-eye to the girl in front of you. Look, you could only pity her so much— you could understand where she was coming from, but that didn't mean you agreed with what she was doing right now.
“You.”
She jumped nearly a foot in the air.
"What kind of head do you have screwed on your shoulders, huh?" You asked, the bitter edge of a taunt revealing itself through your words. "'I did everything for him, so only I have the right to monopolise his feelings.' It doesn't matter how Thoma feels about the matter— no, no, it's all about you and how you feel."
Sick satisfaction washed over your senses as her lower lip began to tremble once more, tears welling up in her shiny eyes— but then again, it was best to nip feelings like that in the bud. It was never good to attempt to resolve conflict by viewing the other party as your enemy, and from the beginning your goal had never been to hurt this girl.
Restrain yourself, said the slightly more rational part of your brain. Do not hold back on your honesty, but if only for Thoma’s sake, no more and no less than that.
For Thoma’s sake, you begrudgingly agreed. Even if you were reasonably pissed and just wanted to go home in peace.
“I– look.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, wondering where to even begin. “"You might not see it now, but what you’re doing is hurting him more than anyone else. Can’t you see that?"
The girl’s eyes wavered, teary pools of resentment and anger glaring at you hard enough to bury you six feet under. You hesitated for a minute— you had so many things to say to her, so much advice to give from all your experience as a bonafide relationship counselor. But would she even receive it from you?
But once again– for Thoma’s sake and his alone, you gritted your teeth and continued anyway. If doing this would ensure him a better future where he didn’t have to worry about his boundaries, then so be it.
"Why don’t you believe him?” You ask bluntly. “Has Thoma ever given anyone in this school any reason to doubt him?”
“Never!” She shot back.
“Then why don’t you trust him?” The back of your eyes sear white as you try to keep your cool, your grip instinctively tightening over Thoma’s hand. “The entire conversation you had just now was just you calling him a liar or trying to prove him wrong. If you like him so much, then why don’t you believe in him?”
She opened her mouth, but no response came out.
It was a tough lesson for her to learn, but putting down other people and trampling on their lives was never going to win over someone's heart. No matter how good your intentions were or how earnest your feelings were, if the recipient was not ready or willing to accept your feelings, then it would never work out.
“Trust is an important part of every relationship, but if you can’t even believe him when he clearly states his boundaries, then you’re already setting yourself up for failure.” For the first time that day, your logic returned to you as you switched to counselor mode. “If you really cared for him like you said, then you wouldn’t have to pull strings on the people around him so that he’d come to you like a dog on a leash.”
You must’ve rattled on and on as you listed down everything she did wrong, from using her friend like a pawn and throwing her under the bus, to disrespecting Thoma’s choices and treating him like a trophy instead of seeing him as a person with thoughts and feelings, to using her influence for ill-intent instead of trying to win him over with honesty and sincerity. You kept going even though you were pretty sure her eyes had glazed ten times over and she had already cried multiple times, because one thing was certain; what this girl was doing was not out of love.
You knew this because love felt like… love was…
Suddenly a soft warmth gently pried your clenched fist open, encircling your fingers with a sense of safety— you looked up to see Thoma mouth, ‘I’ll take it from here.’
As your gaze locked with his, everything clicked into place like a jigsaw puzzle, the picture becoming perfectly crystal-clear to your eyes.
Love is patient, and love is kind.
Love is forgiving and welcoming, even at the times you felt dirtiest and most unlovable. It went beyond infatuation, which felt like a swarm of nervous butterflies that played push and pull with your emotions with hormone-infused strings— no, love felt safe and warm, like a fire crackling on the hearth of a home. To be loved and to love was to protect and to trust, to hope and persevere for the other person. Things that you and Thoma had already been doing for each other long before you had ever come to this conclusion.
And it scared you.
The weight, the seriousness of it all… it terrified you to no end, because it meant that perhaps you were wrong about yourself. Perhaps you had been wrong all along and that you really were capable of experiencing love and romance— perhaps it had never been a question of if, but when.
“…Thank you for asking to meet me here today.” Thoma’s voice was quiet but serious, and the girl flinched a little at the sudden change in atmosphere. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more for you, but I hope you’ve fully grasped the situation now. Please don’t do this ever again.”
The finality of his tone was enough to get the point across.
Now stripped of her fangs, she nodded mutely, her eyes furtively glancing between the two of you— you still couldn’t entirely reconcile yourself with her actions, but at least she had the grace to accept the outcome without fuss. In the end, she was still just a girl with a broken heart.
“I… I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I really am.” The girl mumbled, giving a slight bow in apology. You watched as she walked away, the faint sound of her sniffling fading into the distance.
As soon as she was out of sight, his shoulders slumped; Thoma’s eyes slid wearily shut, his entire body deflating like a balloon as he practically leaned on you for support. Any traces of anger disappeared completely, slipping off his shoulders like water on a duck’s back.
He looked so… young. Vulnerable.
With the way he was completely drained of energy after today’s events, you began to wonder if being angry was entirely out of his comfort zone– no, maybe that wasn’t the case. Maybe he wasn’t used to being angry for himself.
“...Should we report her to the teachers?”
“Maybe. I don’t know anymore.” He answered, leaning only further into you. “I’m just so… tired.”
The urge to reach for him returned, even stronger than before. Your fingers twitched and burned to nestle themselves in his soft, fluffy hair, to return the comfort that he always gave to you so freely. But like the coward you were, you didn’t dare– instead, you settled for giving his hand a tentative squeeze in reassurance.
Wait, his hand?!
Let’s try to recap! shouted the overly enthusiastic part of your brain. We managed to remove the problem of your rumours and confirm that Thoma does not like that girl! And we also managed to accomplish 10,000 steps in a day AND do some weight training, just by hauling his backpack all over the school! And in a surprise accomplishment, we also managed to confirm that Thoma…
That he… that he…
You gaped at your intertwined fingers and looked back up at him, every nerve ending short-circuiting into a miniature fireworks shower as you struggled to process what had just happened. And judging from how a certain puppy-boy’s eyes had just snapped wide open to stare at you, he had also happened to arrive at the same conclusion you did.
“How long were you hiding in there?” Thoma’s face flushed tomato-red, his green eyes filled with something like panic or— gah, you couldn’t tell anymore. How could you tell what other people were feeling if you couldn’t even figure out your own problems? “No, wait— how much did you hear?”
“Well I… I, uh–”
You took one look at his pleading, anxious puppy-dog eyes, and at that point your brain broke from the strain. And so once again, you did the only thing you knew best when it came to situations like this: you ran away.
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Thoma as your bf: Dom, teaser Thoma x fem reader
↪ Just finished some Thoma hang out and I'm loving this malewife. His the type of man that won't leave every single house chore to his beloved. He a good boi <333 A very gud gud boi <3 (not in bed btw) Anyway, I need to write about him. Am starving for content about this man. Also, this is smut. Be careful.
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Thoma is a man of adorable charm. A helper of the kamisato siblings, filled to the brim with an enthusiastic spirit and even with attractive kindness. Although most of his relationships are rather transactional, partly because of him, this absolute walking cinnamon roll chose to see your relationship as a more intimate one.
You see, Thoma may look like an average person on the outside but that's the only part of him that most witness. Those fated to witness the torrid pricks of his ruthless fire never would want to mess with him, a pyro visioned boy.
When you two meet up some time in Inazuma, he does this cutesy thing where he teases you and compliments you until your cheeks flushed. You two would feed and accompany the dogs and cats in town, enjoying that of the lovely breeze and the music of nature. Thoma also is really into touch so he touches you a lot. Many body contact.
There are times when Thoma gets all touchy. His the type of person to really express himself towards you with the use of touch. So he'll simply wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close while laughing sweetly at your jokes or smelling your hair. Even sometimes, he sneaks a little ear bite or an unexpected peck on the lips. He loves touching your hip and rubbing his hand on them. To Thoma, touching is his way of showing his most beloved posession.
Although Thoma doesn't resort to sexual moves immediately during the relationship, when you two have been quite longer together and finally knows you're ready, he makes sure to ask with your consent and also asks if you're comfortable on the bed. However, don't let this overly careful side of Thoma trick you because the moment things start escalating, you're not walking properly tomorrow.
Thoma loves to see your face thrilled and overly pleasured by his two fingers, stretching you out and teasing you by not stroking your clit. The tears that stain your cheeks, the flushed look on your face and the way you look so small beneath him, trying to squirm away from his grasp but also begging helplessly for more. Your hands were tightly held up by his other hand, pressed hard on the bed so they don't reach down to disturb his plans of playing with you. His underwear is still on and it makes you feel like it's a bit unfair that yours isn't.
"Come on my love, a little more won't hurt. Would it? You're doing so good, might as well add a little bit of challenge hm?" He says while humming softly at your ear, finding each breathless moan out of your mouth extremely arousing. That innocent smile and pure look he has on is not something to fall for. Just behind your thigh, you can feel his desperate erection. The way it looks as if it could penetrate his clothes at any moment now intimidates you. How would such thing fit inside you?
His two fingers inside you felt exhilirating and now he's about to enter another. The way they stretched you out so good but couldn't even rub your clit at least once is pissing you off. You feel so sore and tight right now. This is the third time you're cumming and he still hasn't put himself inside you yet. Why can't he just get there? You decided to push yourself down so he could get even deeper, that numbing spot not far off his inserted fingertips now when suddenly he stopped you and pulled his fingers out before you could even cry out another beg. Another wave of tears came streaming down your cheeks.
"Not bad but such a reckless move. You had your chance, sad to say you weren't able to get what you want so soon, my love." He says teasingly, your wet folds feeling emptier than before. A surge of frustration welled up inside you, you're starting to feel riled up. You need more. You needed him back in. "Thoma..." You cried out frustratedly. You're getting tired with your orgasm being cut off. This is not the Thoma you know but instead someone hungry but proud of seeing you as a mess his created. You kept chanting his name exhaustedly, in the hopes that maybe Thoma can keep it going and just numb you all over finally and for a moment it felt endless with Thoma's green emerald eyes mocking you until finally he puts his three fingers inside your desperate folds.
"Come on baby, you can do better. Entering you isn't supposed to be so hard, so I'm here to prepare you." He coos and at that moment you were expecting him to go slow but you were shocked when his fingers suddenly caught that numbing spot and continued thrusting ruthlessly inside of you. Your juices dripped out of your wet cunt noisily and Thoma grinned at the sight of it. You feel and look so good. "Thoma- Thoma- Th-Thoma- S-st-stop-" You begged, your insides clenching his fingers tight while the feeling of orgasm came crashing in and your hearing went muffled. Your body shook uncontrollably at the strong sense of pleasure as Thoma continued thrusting his fingers fast and deep into you while showering you with praises.
"You look so good baby. You're doing better. Your body looks so perfect. But not too loud now... we don't want anyone to ruin the session or else you'll be riled up again." He tells you as your loud moans penetrated the walls. He then plants a passionate, slow but romantic kiss onto your lips and your poor abused cunt goes tighter. "You take me in so good baby. You're so tight, poor thing." He teasingly smiles while looking down at your cute exhausted and overly pleasured face. You feel so tired but you didn't want to give up yet. You need him. One more. Just one last. "Thoma... One- m- more" You whisper to him before you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep. You can still control yourself but you feel really tired right now. All the energy from earlier was gone but your body is still yearning. Yearning for him to fill you up.
He kisses your forehead and your eyes shut but then u feel Thoma positioning himself on the bed. "Thoma...?" You lowly cry out but he doesn't answer. You then forced your eyes to open after a few seconds of waiting for his response and there before you, is his cock dripping and wet with precum. "Please..." He says, low and different. His eyes looked up at you, expectant. His back bent down like a dog pleading for food. Its as if all the dominance he showed off earlier suddenly left. He's stroking himself now and his precum is dripping on your pelvis. Your hands, no longer unbinded, reached his hair to pull him closer until his tip settled close inside you, indicating that he should do it.
"You really thought it was that easy?" He suddenly asks, a smirk appearing on his lips. Before you know it, Thoma began to thrust, so deep and unexpected but he doesn't stop. He continued. Your walls ached and squeezed him tight and his groans were not hidden but loud and pleading. His ruthless thrusts were making your folds wet with juices and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You feel his hands grasp the covers tight as his grunts gave tickling hot breaths to your ear. Everything felt like a swirl. Everything was confusing, muffled, good, intoxicating, and high. You can't quit this just yet. Thoma grabbed both of your thighs, strong and tight fingers that promised bruises. His thrusts were faster than before.
"Thoma- I- I-" You feel so full. Your body feels sore from overpleasure. His drive is sending you to multiple orgasmic peaks at this point and you're beginning to see stars.
"Thoma- I- Give me- Thoma-" You can't even finish your sentence.
"I'm close, please. Just a little more, love." He says and your moans get louder. The room feels a lot hotter than before and the sounds of your unholy session went past walls. Luckily, no one's home at the moment.
"I'm cumming, baby. Take me in good." Thoma finally tells you, low and rough as you feel him panting on your shoulder, busy thrusting hard inside you and making sure you both feel satisfied. You feel another surge of orgasm as your juices gush out of you once more, your boobs feeling really sore and sensitive from bouncing hard and wishing for it to end. That is when you feel something warm and thick filling you up, your insides clenching again at the feeling of it. His cum was thick and many that you feel it ooze out of you while Thoma quietly pulled out.
"Baby... you're so beautiful. Wearing nothing and dripping wet with my cum." He says as he watches you, lying down tired and pleased on his bed. Your flower openly displayed before him to admire.
"I'm sorry I have to rile you up, my love. But what can you say if this is what you get in exchange." He tells you and you admit to him.
"Thoma... I think I can't walk tomorrow." You whisper to him with a smile as your eyes drifted shut, your hand still able to reach for his head to stroke his hair. "Not to worry my love. We'll just make excuses." He tells you with a kiss on the forehead, spooning you and resting a bit to calm down.
After a few minutes of rest, he prepares a hot tub for the both of you. He carries you carefully towards there and while you're busy washing yourself, his cleaning up the bed and soon is going to join you.
"You look so cute earlier. Helpless and breedable-" before he could even continue his sentence, mocking you for being a bottom, you nudge him hard on the tub. "Ow, that hurts." He says with a smile as he rubs his shoulder that you hit. "You better be careful with your words because I'm making sure you're going to be the one to beg for me Thoma." You finally say, ending it with one triumphant silence as you glanced away, Thoma right next to you trying to ask when it will happen.
Seems like his asking for it afterall.
This took dayzzzz. Like I mean, daysss, a whole lot of them but don't worry, am posting a continuation of something soon, stay tuned ya'll 😭
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Imagine our favorite gingers with a constantly sleepy s/o T-T s/o just casually falling asleep on a chair during a social event coz her social battery is non existent (this is so me)
-🐢anon
Somehow tumblr is exposing my red flags better than what my therapist did, how ya’ll outing me like this 💀
Also hELLO! Yesyesyes our favourite ginger snacks are bACK!
I legit had to do this instead of catching up with Genshin because I was doing Heizou’s hangout quest and bro had me giggling and kicking my legs istg Hoyo knew what the fuck they were doing with him and I can’t handle it.
Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, not-proof read.
Characters: Childe, Thoma.
Childe~
Dude finds it funny
Seriously had to hold back from teasing you about it 24/7 and it’s starting to break him
Ego boost 2000
At first he was very concerned!
Thought you died again 2.0
Kept asking if you were hungry or sleeping alright since he legit thought you weren’t taking care of yourself
Which you probably wasn’t knowing ya’ll, drink some damn water.
But when you told him it was just because your social battery was akin to a decomposing gummy worm, he immediately started laughing
Him being a extrovert makes it kinda hard for him to understand why social events are exhausting for you
Even if it’s just like 30 minutes
Even so, he loves his baby and will absolutely make sure to be prepared!
Always has something on him that can double as a pillow!
If he forgets it or can’t find anything then he’ll lean you against his arm or lap
He’s so casual about it too 💀
Unless he’s feeling like a lil’ shit and decides to tease you.
If you’re embarrassed about it or feel insecure about not keeping up with his ungodly amount of energy then he’ll be quick to put your mind at ease!
There’s nothing you could do that would make this man embarrassed by you
Gets suuuper cocky and proud when people look at you snoozing away against him
Mans just like-
“Yeah, I know you wish you were me right now”
If someone complains or gets annoyed by it then well
I think we all know the drill by now
He’ll help them take a nice nap too
Permanently
Or at least make em wish they could take the forever nap
Sometimes if the event or meeting is super boring which it usually is for him he’ll get lost staring at your face and admiring all your pretty features~
Ends up feeling bad when he has to wake you up but loves seeing your groggy face change from confused to panic within seconds
Usually ends up with you hitting him because he didn’t wake you up
Which usually ends up accidentally encouraging him to take you home so you can “rest” in bed >;)
Thoma~
You’re so lucky omg you have no idea
He got so concerned when he noticed you acting kinda off during a outing during one of his days off
Boy kept a super close eye on you and made sure you all stopped to eat just because he thought you had forgot to eat ;-;
when you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder he was fROZEN
Like you know when an animal falls asleep on you and you legally can’t move?
That
He panicked
After he tried slightly nudging you he simply just accepted his fate
After this happens a couple more times he eventually figured it out!
He’s good at being social given his close relationship with the Kamisato clan but he prefers keeping to himself a lot
So he’d definitely be able to understand!!
Knows how to help you recharge quickly too!!
He also grew used to you taking naps randomly when your energy was completely used up and prepared for it~
Very similar to Childe in that aspect!
Though he’s get too flustered to let you lay on his lap in public jkfjdkdkk
When it’s time to go he’ll wake you up by softly kissing your cheek or brushing it with his finger while gentle sitting you up
Doesn’t even give you a reason to feel insecure about it!
He’s so sweet and gentle that he’s just naturally comforting to be around
Always reassures you even if he thinks there’s even a slight chance of you feeling guilty ;-;
Occasionally calls you his sleepy angel if you’re being particularly cute!
If anyone gets mad about it he’ll simply tell them that if it’s annoying then you can both just leave
Has zero patience with anyone who dares to get mad at you for things you can’t help
When you both get home after a draining day he’ll make sure you’re all nice and tucked up in bed while he makes dinner
Please show him how much you appreciate him istg this boy is so precious
Look at me being productive uwu
Seriously how do people have the energy to just be social and not pass out the first chance you get it genuinely scares me-
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HNGG LISTEN IM A GOROU N THOMA KISSER SO IM GIVING U TWO PROMPTS SEPARATE—
anyway, rubeum scrutum + jupiter and neptune + hurt/comfort <3
make me cry in class <3
request - rubeum scrutum (thoma) + jupiter (promises, dedication, trust) and neptune (sorrow, serenity, resolution) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader
warnings - crying, skinship, kissing, established relationship, farewells, jewelry
a/n - WOOHOOOOO i was really hoping someone would request for thoma!! i don't scream about him as much as i think about him sighhhhh. this is the piece that got me out of my funk so thank you for requesting!! :D <3 i'm sorry if this writing isn't my usual quality or standard i haven't been feeling my best lately but writing for thoma is always a joy hehe :P
participate here!
thoma's eyes were so green. the lush emerald warbled and trembled under your gaze and you felt your heart squeeze painfully. your thumbs swiped away at the rivulets that swam down the slopes of his flushed, red cheeks.
the sun never cried.
but thoma felt himself eclipsed by the shadow of mourning; a love so close and supple in his hands yet only minutes away from being so far out of reach. engulfed by the swell of a sorrowful ocean, time continued to teeter onwards and encroach closer and closer to the shores of an inevitable goodbye.
"i'll write to you, each and every day. i promise." his voice clamored in his throat, desiring nothing more than to voice how much he yearned to stay by your side and let the winds of the anemo archon tickle him pink with delight.
his arms encircled you and hovered over your body like a protective shield, shying you away from the view of the ship that would soon take him far, far away to a land where you no longer stood by his side.
"will you think of me as well?" you asked quietly against his chest, careful not to let your mind be blotted out by the hammering of his heart.
"always. forever."
eternity was in his grasp and he clutched onto it in a vice grip, deft fingers squeezing their way into the fabric of your shirt as if you'd disappear any moment. suppressing the shake of your shoulders and heaves of your chest was futile; thoma felt every inch of your body and knew all of your tells.
"hey," he smiled—a warbly smile full of love and mirth and sorrow all encapsulated into his lips, "if you cry more i don't think i'll be able to leave this dock."
"then i'll keep crying." you mumbled as you shoved your face back into his chest, yearning for his heartbeat to fill your ears and consume your mind.
his laugh reverberated across your body and filled you with an impossible warmth. how would you ever get by without him?
"i promise you i'll come back. and when i do, we can go pick as many cecilias and make as many cakes as you want. does that sound good, honey?"
you nodded ferociously, desperate to cling to the memories he'd made with you during his time in mondstat.
reluctantly, thoma removed his arms from your body and reached up to his neck to unclasp the necklace that hung from his neck. the metal pooled itself into the clammy, warm grip of his hands which then fell like a waterfall into your hand, underside cupped by thoma's.
"i want you to have this so you know i'm serious about my promise," thoma guided your hands to cup over the necklace and kissed the back of your knuckles, "my heart will only ever beat for you and no one else."
with shaky hands, he clasped the necklace and let the tags fall to your chest. the metal beamed in the setting sun and pulsed next to your throbbing heart.
you ignored the sting of tears hidden behind your eyes and let your worries fall away as your lips met his. stay here forever, be with me. if only, but you knew that thoma was nothing if not loyal to those he loved. his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you impossibly close to the warmth radiating just beneath the thin layer of his clothes. he drained you of all your sorrows even after pulling away with ruddy lips and cheeks and eyes that sang ballads of romantic love for all to hear.
"i'll wait for you."
your words echoed around in his mind as he kissed you goodbye one final time and as your waving, sobbing figure grew smaller and smaller as the ship bound for inazuma grew further and further from mondstat's ports. thoma clasped a fist around his heart and tried his best to will away the void pain resounding in his arteries. he reached for the metal necklace but remembered its new owner, but nonetheless felt relief course through his veins.
the promise he made to you sat comfortably in his heart and he began counting down the days where he'd see you again.
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