#thoma genshin impact

[makelemonade]

Things they do when they're in love but haven't realized it yet

Characters; Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Dottore, Itto, Neuvillete, Thoma, Pantalone.

Warnings; GN!Reader, mentions of pretty/handsome, cologne/perfume, the notebook (that movie killed me It's a warning I can't), mentions of crying, mentions of past injuries, annoying kids, lowk stalking in childe's part LOOL

under the cut!

Aether- Notices every physical and mental detail about you more than the average person.

He notices the way there’s a slight limp in your walk due to a past injury, and he can notice when you also try to hide it.

He notices how each day you always try a new hairstyle because you thrive for praise and compliments. Of course because you’re so loved, everyone compliments you, and he notices the way that when he does too, you’re more flustered than usual.

He knows you start to tap your finger down on any platform whenever you’re feeling nervous or even zoning out. He also notices that when you get annoyed, you bite your lip to hold back anything.

He knows that whenever you’re lectured at or given a talking-down to, you try to hide your tears, but the side of your lip trembles. He knows that once your alone within your own privacy, you let the tears fall. He’s literally seen you catch them with your mouth once.

He notices that whenever he gives you some sort of gift, you’re at a loss for words and you don’t know whether you want to make the first move after months of pining.

He notices, so now maybe he can act on it.

Alhaitham- Starts to read books or watch movies/shows he’s heard you talk about.

He spends most of his time in libraries, looking around for anything that piques his interest. He notices the title of a book, something you’ve mentioned before.

You both have complete opposite tastes, but maybe romance books could do him some good.

Since then, he’s been looking around libraries for every book he’s heard you mention. He even starts to write down a list.

Shows and movies as well. On a rainy day that he stays in his home and his roommate isn’t being annoying, he likes to lounge on his couch and watch something.

He notices once again another title you’ve mentioned; The Notebook.

No hesitation, he decides to watch it, and by the end, he’s nearly crying.

“Are you crying?” His roommate asks. 
“Shut up!”

At some point he brings up that he’s watched almost all the movies and read all the books you’ve mentioned and you don’t know if he was genuinely bored and did so or because he really was interested in you.

Your thoughts are answered when he asks if you want to go see a romance movie coming out.

Albedo- Starts to become mesmerized when he watches you study or work

He loves the way you look so focused- the way your nose scrunches up when you get confused at a question or really anything, or how when you feel lost, your hand moves up to your cheek as you just stare down at the question.

You’re so focused to the point that sometimes you forget he’s even there but in fully honesty- he doesn’t care. As long as he can stare at you without you noticing, he’s fine with it.

Sometimes, he forgets about his own work. You just look so pretty when you’re focused- he wishes it was on him.

At some point, the staring becomes too obvious and you look up ti find him just staring at you, and his face comes of one of surprise when he sees he’s been caught.

“W-would you like some help?” He asked, nothing your nose had scrunched up just seconds ago.

You smiled. “Yes, please.”

Ayato- Seeing you with kids makes him feel something.

He sees how you treat kids with such kindness and adoration- as if you’ve met your favourite hero. Whenever you take strolls, you love to stop by the park and push some kids on the swings; It’s to the point all the parents know you and the kids love you.

Whenever you hear a child cry, you get sad. Whenever you hear a child laugh, it makes you smile- It makes him smile too, being honest.

He loves how you’re so attentive to them, that one day when one of the kids falls and scrapes his knee and starts to cry, you’re immediately there comforting them, putting a bandaid on their knee and telling them it’ll be all better.

You pretend to play “shop” with the kids to the point even he is dragged in by one of them.

“Are you two married?” One of the children ask one day, which then causes a bombard of questions from the rest while they all say things like

“Is he nice?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“You two are sooo perfect!”

“Can he play with us more?”

Ayato only smiles at you and you smile back.

Childe- He always looks for you in a public setting

Whenever he goes out, whether it to be to run errands, go somewhere with his brother or just something for work, he always wondering if you’ll be there.

Most of the time you aren’t- it’s a small chance you’d be at a random toy shop that his brother was non-stop talking about, but he’s always on the lookout.

Parties that friends invite him too, he always asks if you’ll be there or he’ll just look for you the moment he arrives, praying and hoping to God that you’ll be there.

Maybeeee it’s stalking, but he starts to go to places he’s heard you mention in hope of seeing you. Even if it’s a place he has no reason to be at, he’ll still go.

For the first time one day, instead of him noticing you and going up to you, you’re the first to notice him and go up to him, starting a conversation.

Cyno- He always wants to make you laugh

He sucks at making jokes- he knows this, everyone knows this, but it always makes him feel warm inside whenever you let out a giggle or a loud cackle at his jokes- even If they were horrible or made sense, something about it always lightened you up.

So, even though everyone else hates it, he continues to go with them, just in hopes of hearing you giggle- it’s so cute!

He’ll even start to think of new jokes, new types of humour just for you, and he’ll always go with the ones that make you laugh the most.

He may update his whole humour for you, but who cares!

Then, he notices that you started using his own jokes, which makes him cackle just as loud as you.

Diluc- Nicknames

If anyone were to ever call Diluc something other than his name, he’d lost his shit. EVERYONE knew this, and not even Kaeya would test him- the closest he’s ever used a nickname was “Luc” and Diluc was ready to fight him.

But you, well, he just doesn’t seem to care. Whether it be Luc, Didi, Lulu, and even pookie, he’s completely fine with it.

Everyone knows he has to has something for you, but he doesn’t even realize it himself. It just brings a warm feeling to his face when he hears a nickname come out of your mouth.

Then one day, he randomly starts to call you nicknames, and you feel the same warmth he does.

Dottore- Drops anything for you

Dottore is a hard-working man. He hardly takes breaks, and he’s always up to something. So, it’s hard to speak to him on most days, that it even makes you upset as his friend.

His coworker mentions something about you being upset and he immediately puts down any work he’s holding and asks where you are. He would never do that for anyone, but you? He didn’t know why, but he just felt the need to be at your side.

He tells you to text him whenever you need something, and he’ll answer. He just won’t answer the other 100 texts from other people and continue to leave them on delivered.

You’re bored? Come work with him. You’re hungry? Go get some food together. It’s to the point that work is no longer his main priority.

You ask him one day if he’d like to go to dinner, and before you could finish your sentence about knowing he was a hard working man and was never free, he immediately says yes.

Itto- Anything that smells like you reminds him of you

Itto has a good nose- it’s a blessing and a curse.

When it comes to smelling something similar to you, whether it be your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, cologne, perfume or mist, he considers it to be a blessing.

He could be anywhere really; In a random shop, and if someone walks by and has the SLIGHTEST smell smilier to yours, he’ll almost think its you and now all he can think about is you.

It’s to the point it becomes his favourite smell, and he finds himself buying items similar.

You notice his efforts, and give him a gift one day. It was full of everything you used to smell the way you do.

He’ll use it everyday.

Neuvillete- The way you act doesn’t bother him

The Iudex was not a patient man. Anyone who acted immaturely, whether it be like a child or an insolent teenager, he’ll became so annoyed.

But you? Act however you want, he does not care. Instead, he’ll just laugh, enjoying your antics.

You’re acting like a child? Okay, not his problem, he’s fine with it. But if Furina came in here acting like a child he’d kick her out in and instant. Even if a literal child came in he’d kick them out in an instant.

He finds himself finding comfort in the way you act sometimes. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but he thinks it’s the fact he knows you’re comfortable enough near him to act the way you do.

Then one day, you decide to be calm for a day, and sit and talk with him normally, and even if it’s a change, he’s still happy nonetheless.

Thoma- Everything reminds him of you.

The flowers? They’re as pretty/handsome as you.

The window? Sometimes he imagines you’re outside.

The floor? He’ll remember both of you hiding out at parties and sitting on floors.

Money? He’ll remember the time you bought him lunch because he forgot his wallet and you refused to let him pay you back.

The sky? It brings him comfort to know you both see the same sky.

The stars? As bright as you.

He gets a gift from you one day, telling him that It reminded you of him, and he could only give a heartfelt laugh.

Pantalone- Whatever you look at, you’ll find it within your belongings in the next week.

He’s a perceptive, rich man. You may only be friends but he loves to spoil you.

He sees you staring at a necklace for over 2 seconds? Bought immediately, and of course he’ll place it around your neck.

Trinkets you think look cool? The next time you both hang out at your hose, you’ll mysteriously find it within your home.

If you have an event coming up and he hears you describe what you’d like to wear, he’ll be looking through every store and buying whatever is similar to the description.

He stares at flowers, wondering if he should give them to you or if it was weird. He’s heard you talk about wanting flowers once, but maybe not now

Yet he is met with you holding out the same flowers to him 2 days later, stating you saw him staring at them for quite a while.

[syruubi]

“No wonder you’re coughing so much, your tummy is exposed!“

Also Changsheng got one too Thoma just needed time to make one for her

[genshindsau]

Summary: With your own work, you haven't had the time to spend with Thoma, much less do a proper scene with him. It was affecting not only him but also you. However, you couldn't push your work back so instead the two of you opted to do a different scene. One that has not been done between the two of you before.

Content Warning: Dom/Sub universe, dom reader, sub Thoma, commands but not necessarily sexual in nature, nudity, bdsm scene but not sexual. mentions of commands during work hours,

Walking into the office at your house, you eyes automatically fell on the desk that was stacked with messily thrown paper and your laptop which you knew had multiple open tabs. A sigh slipped past your lips as you moved around the desk and placed the tray - which held two cups, a tea kettle, and multiple different tea bags - onto a free space on your desk.

Even though you've talked to Thoma about this, you couldn't help but worry. Usually when you go through scenes, you focus solely on him but time has been… hard to come by. With your work extending not just to extra hours at work but also to taking up your personal time at home. The most time you've managed to spend with him are the 45 minutes during lunch. During that time you would be able to give a few commands but they were always innocent in nature since there was little time and you two were still at work.

After talking, you two have come up with a plan where you'll do a play while you work. It won't be completely sexual but it will allow the two of you to spent time together, fulfill your secondary roles, and get some work done. You raised the temperature, and got drinks ready and a comfortable pillow placed by your desk. It wasn't much longer before you heard a knock.

You were greeted with a bright smile on Thoma's face as he practically skipped into your house. "Hello love." You cupped one side of his face as you brought your lips to meet his. It was a chaste kiss but it still left Thoma blushing and beaming. "Hi."

He leaned in for another kiss and you allowed him, only pulling back before he could try and deepen the kiss. You brushed your nose with his before completely disconnecting your bodies. "You still sure about tonight? It wont be like it usually is."

He hummed and couldn't help but the burning of arousal starting to seep into his body at your obvious concern. "I know. I want this."

"Okay," you gave him a small appreciative smile. "safeword?"

"Bubble."

"Good," you caressed his head. "Take everything off and then come into the room." You placed a little emphasis in your words, putting forth the obvious command before leaving to go into your office.

As he got the command, the weightless sensation started to form in his body. All he wanted was to follow your words and get praised by you. He stripped off his shirt, and eagerly tugged off his pants (he took his shoes off at the entrance). There was absolutely no hesitation as he took off the last article of clothing. Kicking his underwear aside, he walked to the room where you had entered.

Once he got through the door, he paused, waiting for further instructions. You took him in and your gaze stopped at his cock. "Good boy. You remembered." Before coming to your house you gave him instructions. It was one simple rule, make sure to lock himself up at least an hour before he would come over. "Come here." You waved your hand and pointed to the spot next to your chair. He walked over to you in a daze.

"Kneel." It felt like he there was an invisible pushing him down as his biology forced him - no  forced isn't the right word, rather he wanted to listen to you. You made sure his knees landed on the pillow. As his weight settled on it there was a crunching sound. Anytime he adjusted himself until he found a comfortable position, the crunching would echo through the room. "Hands behind your back." He followed your instructions. Interlocking his fingers.

"There you go," you cooed brushing one of your hands through his hair. "Doing so well." He practically preened under your words and the gentle touch. "You know the rules. You'll sit here while I work - no moving. The plastic underneath the pillow will let me know if you move or adjust yourself. You wont speak anything unless it's your safe word."

You saw his mouth twitch and caressed it with your thumb. "If you have anything to add before I start tell me now."

His cheeks burned. "May I rest my head on your leg while you work?"

"Since you've done so well I'll allow it. Now situate yourself. Once I turn to my work there is no going back."

He shifted his weight and then settled his head on your thigh. He laid on the left side of his face so that he can gaze at you rather than the desk.

With one last caress to his head you took your hand off and redirected your focus to the work in front of you.

The first thirty minutes were easy. Yes, there was a twinge of pain in his knees and the cage around his cock felt like it was squeezing him but he didn't dare move. Luckily he couldn't power through it with the small touched you would give him. It was nothing more than your fingers tangling in his strands or trailing the side of his face but it allowed him to continue to preserve and follow your rules.

When it got to an hour, he was clenching down on his teeth. There was one mistake that he made which was shifting his weight which led to the pillow crinkling underneath him. He froze and was about to apologize when he remembered the rule of not speaking. Since it was the first offense you just gave him a small admonishment and withheld your gentle touched for longer intervals. However, after that he made no more mistakes. You also deemed a small break would be appropriate because you've gotten a good amount of work done.

"I think its time for a break." Even as you spoke, he didn't move. "The rules of staying silent still apply but you can lift your head and get yourself comfortable again - staying sitting though." He lifted his head and you couldn't help the string of arousal at his half-lidded, sleepy look. His hair stuck to the side of his face and you gently pulled it off and cupped his cheek. He leaned into your palm and you couldn't stop the soft smile that built on your lips as he pressed his lips to the skin on your palm. "You doing okay?"

He nodded. "Alright well how about some tea." It wasn't really a question because you had already stood up and grabbed the tray you placed earlier. Turning on the tea kettle, the water heated up. You had laid out multiple different tea bags and sorted through them until deciding on a chamomile tea for him and green tea for you. As you prepped the drinks, Thoma stayed on the pillow with his hands behind his back. You could hear his movement every now and then but he never tried to take his legs out from underneath him or move to a different position beside kneeling.

"Careful with your hands." As he reached for the tea cup he couldn't help the small wince. After almost an hour of not moving his arms and shoulders, the soreness and pain was setting in. Soft coo's escaped you as you saw the flash of pain on his face. "You're doing so well for me darling." You made a note to give him a massage later on.

The pain was quickly dulled down as you complimented him. "Slow down." It was a command as you saw him trying to drink the tea too fast while it was still too hot.

He flushed but listened to you. He blew over the tea a few times and took time while sipping the tea. They were small cups so it did not take a long time for either of you to finish them. You placed both of the empty cups back on the table. Looking down at him you couldn't help but laugh. The wide eyes and happy look caused him to look like a puppy just waiting for a treat.

You should probably let him stretch his legs, you muse. "Can you get something for me." He perked up and you imagined a tail wagging behind him. "I'm hungry. On the counter in the kitchen there are mandarins, get one for me and a paper towel."

When he stood up, his legs shook, pins and needles ran through his legs. He didn't move right away, scared that if he took a step he would collapse. You gave him a minute to compose himself and luckily he pulled himself together before you had to reprimand him. He couldn't have been gone for more than 40 seconds before he was returning with a mandarin in one hand and the paper towel in the other.

You pointed back to the cushion on the floor and he took a seat once more. "Can you peel it for me sweet boy." His hands shook a little as he dug a nail in and pulled back the skin of the mandarin. He placed the skin on the paper towel. He held out the fruit, expecting you to grab it with your hand. Instead you leaned forward and opened your mouth. "Feed me."

He smiled as he place the slice of fruit into your mouth. You nodded as the taste burst on your tongue. "You choose well." He fed you a few more pieces until there was only one left. "You have the last slice." He popped it in his mouth and had to suppress a satisfying hum.

"Good boy," you praised. Grabbing his chin, you guided your lips to him. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip. As his lips parted, you ran your tongue over his, caressing his mouth. "It wont be much longer. Can you hang on a little while longer?"

He weighed the thought. His legs and knees were hurting and his back was starting to ache. However, as he gazed into your eyes he felt himself agreeing. They were so kind and gentle. He knew if it got too much he could say the safeword and you would take care of him. He nodded once more. "You sure, you don’t need to use the bathroom or anything."

He shook his head. "Alright lover. You can rest your head on my leg." He, once more, took his place by your feet. He placed his head on your head and closed his eyes. He wasn't falling asleep but he felt so blissed out and relaxed after following your commands and getting praised by you.

When you glanced down and saw the expression on his face you couldn't help the warmth that spread through your body. Despite the soreness and pain you knew he most likely was experiencing, he always followed your rules to the fullest. It probably been another 45 minutes, plus an extra 5 minutes just staring at the man laying against you.

"Thoma," you kept your voice soft, not wanting to break the comfortable air around the two of you. He took a minute to register your voice and even then he felt so hazy and dazed out, that you had to call his name again. "Thoma, look at me." With the command, it burst through the hazy part of his mind and he followed, lifting his head. You helped him out, placing a hand under his chin. "Were done for tonight," you pushed your chair back and squatted down in front of him.

You cupped his face and rubbed your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I'm so proud of you," you peppered kisses to his face. "Bearing the pain and soreness," he lazily smiled under the feeling of your lips on his skin. "Want me to start a bath, the heat will help."

He nodded, "Wan' you with me." His hands which were now free from behind his back came to hold onto your forearms. 

"I will but I need you to stand up." He put pressure on your forearm as he stood with your help. He was shaky and still in his vulnerable headspace. He easily followed after you and you sat him down on the toilet.

The sound of water falling and filling the tube were the only sounds. He let you maneuver his legs until you were kneeling between them. He flinched lightly at the grazing on his caged cock but the lack of pressure from him being released, left him relaxing underneath you. You ran one finger over his cock and watched as he shuddered. "Want some release?" You didn't want to push him, sometime he could handle an orgasm after a scene other times he couldn't.

He took a moment before shaking his head. While he could image the pleasure that would come from you, right now all he wanted was the relax in the bath and cuddle up next to you.

You smiled and stood up to kiss his forehead. You moved to stick a hand in the tub and make sure it was a comfortable temperature before moving helping Thoma into the tub. You opted to stick to the side of the tub as he washed with your help. He leaned against you, similar to how he did when you two were in the scene, and relaxed as your fingers ran through his long strands.

[manic-nova]

Caught: A Thoma Lemon

Continuation of Where's My Hug?

Summary: Thoma's always put on this perfectly innocent facade, but what happens when the truth finally comes out about his perverted tendencies when it comes to you.

Characters: Thoma, Fem!Reader

TW's: Pervert Thoma, AFAB! Reader, masturbation +being caught (Thoma), voyeurism?, dubcon, mentions of sexual harassment, groping, and PDA.

Thoma had been so so careful with you up until then. Containing himself around you, your perfect body, your adorably innocent personality was certainly not an easy task, but he got by with brief and inconspicuous touches and hearing you whine out his name in response. You were so perfectly oblivious. That he was certain of, yet lately it had felt like you were testing him, teasing him, trying to push him over the edge. He had become so good at waiting, though. Despite the way that lingering overwhelming urge to ruin you would creep in the back of his mind every time he wrapped his arms around you, he could always save it for when you were out of sight. He could resist the need to satisfy the urges you weren't ready to help him with. The moment had to be right. You were too pure. He could only strip you of your innocence once. He had to wait.

After a couple months of getting very familiar with Thoma, you'd come to accept his nature, and the excess physical touch didn't make you nearly as nervous as it used to. In fact, after a while you began openly inviting it, initiating it too. It was his love language, after all, a certified way of knowing that Thoma cared deeply about you, and who were you to deny Thoma the right to express his feelings? Besides, he was so warm and inviting. You could melt into his frame like butter if you wanted to, but he couldn't know you wanted to. No, that would make you seem desperate, and you weren't desperate, right? It's sort of a question you'd been asking yourself recently. Thoma wasn't treating you like he used to. He was hesitant, withholding, almost like you were to him when you two first met. Thoma had never been shy or nervous. Why now? What changed? I guess you could say you'd been letting it get under your skin just a little. You just hadn't quite realized how reliant you had become of him, how his touch had become your fulfillment, so if he wasn't going to take initiative and wrap his arms around you so tightly like the old days, you would.

Thoma's little charade was basically history the second you walked into Kamisato Estate in that stupidly tight dress. You were the life of the party, and you didn't have to say a word. The dress and its perfectly placed ruching, how it hugged your curves and drew the eye up and down your figure. The second you and Thoma saw each other, you walked straight up to him with the most innocent gleaming smile on your face and wrapped your arms around his torso, doe eyes looking up at him that he failed to catch and the perfectly clear view of the imprint of your ass that had the blood rushing to his cock in seconds... What else could he do but pull away and stammer off down a dark hallway? He was losing his mind, and had you held him a second longer you would've known exactly what kind of dirty pervert he was, and he couldn't have that.

His rushing out like that was only adding to the confusion you felt, and frustration was quick to join and combine with that confusion. You wanted answers, so you followed after him, but he knew the place obviously way better than you did. There were like a million rooms in the place! It's like you lost him the second he left, but no way were you letting him off that easily. Opening doors in a house that's not yours isn't exactly polite, but you weren't exactly in the mood for politeness, so you swung the doors open as you pleased knowing well if they were left open it'd be on Thoma's shoulders.

You had been looking for a while when you finally started to hear his voice. He sounded a little distressed, you thought. You weren't entirely sure. The walls of the place were muting the sound, so you couldn't make anything out, but you figured it was best to drop the "walk in like you own the place method" and opt for quietly poking your head in instead. You cracked the door open and slid into the room inconspicuously. It was dark, so when you saw Thoma's figure hunched over in the corner, you had a hard time making out what he was doing, but he was breathing heavily, groaning as his hands messed around with something you couldn't quite identify. The whole thing was a mystery to you until you heard your name breathily leave his lips.

"Fuck, Y/N... why'd you have to wear that stupid dress?"

Suddenly, things were starting to make a lot more sense after that. Part of you wanted to walk away, knowing well that it was all kinds of wrong for you to be listening in on this, and watching too, but he was moaning your name. The sounds of his whiny voice calling out your name, sandwiched in between an array of curses and declarations that you shouldn't have worn that dress for anyone but him... you felt like you were flying and you didn't know why, and you couldn't possibly explain the burning you felt deep down inside of you. You just couldn't help yourself.

*creak*

A draft had flooded through the hallway and made the cracked door behind you swivel open, and Thoma spun around in a panic, hands immediately reaching down to cover his erect cock when he saw you. You were panicking as well, trying to evade your eyes and feign a since of decency like you hadn't been watching him touch himself for the last 2 minutes.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" Thoma exasperated as he pulled his waistband up to his stomach, his cock still shamefully pressing up against the fabric.

"Thoma! I just- I was looking for you, and uh... I found you. Haha."

Thoma was shaking his head ferociously, trying to avoid your gaze under the shame he felt, but in doing so he found his eyes trailing down your body, the sight of your thighs pressing together sending a throbbing sensation down to his erection, and he muffled a whimpering moan by pressing a hand across his face. He turned his whole body back toward the corner, ready to bury himself in it if he got the chance. "H-how much did you see?" He asked hesitantly.

You grew silent at the question, but the silence spoke volumes, and Thoma dropped his head onto the wall's surface. You saw everything, he thought. You know everything, and if you bothered to ever talk to him again it would be nothing short of a miracle.

"I- I just wanted to know why you walked away like that," you told Thoma.

He let out a deep sigh. "Well, I guess you found your answer," he said. "You probably hate me for it. I never wanted you to see me like this."

"I could never hate you, Thoma. I just- well, you've been acting different-"

"So have you," he answered back. "You've really found yourself now, haven't you? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you, I'm just not used to this new you, you know... the confidence, the shiny lip gloss, and the tight dresses-"

"Right, because only you should get to see me like that, I know."

"Just how long were you standing ther- You know what? It doesn't matter, because as you can probably tell by now, if the roles were reversed, I- I don't think I could possibly look away," he rambled, his stressed hand sliding down his face. "I'm sorry. I should probably just go," he said, making a push for the door with his head down.

Part of you knew that you should've just let him leave, that you needed some time apart from him to think rationally about the situation, but your heart was beating so fast you couldn't bring yourself to just let him go, so you wrapped your hand around his wrist before he could. “Stay,” you told him. “Please don’t leave me again.”

There was a shaky breath that escaped Thoma, his eyes still glued to the door. "I'm so sorry for being so distant, I really am, but Y/N this humiliating, so if you could just let me leave-"

"No, Thoma!" you retorted, gripping his wrist in your little fingers tighter.

"I... don't understand," Thoma perplexed. "Does this not disgust you? How do you not hate me right now?"

"I told you, I could never hate you-"

"But you're not bothered by this in the least?" He questioned further.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing well he had a point. Being grossed out by him would totally be the rational thought, but you couldn't think of much else than the accelerated beating of your heart, the desperate longing you'd been feeling lately for Thoma, how you'd driven yourself crazy looking for the answer to why he was so strangely withholding. You should've been disgusted by the answer you found, but instead, there was a sort of catharsis you felt, because you thought he hated you. In comparison, this was a relief, a compliment even. "I mean... it's a little embarrassing, maybe, but so are a lot of the things you do to me, and I don't mind all that so much."

With that seemingly harmless confession, a switch seemed to flip in Thoma. His eyes wandered back over to you curiously. “What do you mean you don’t mind?” He questioned, a teasing undertone slipping through his delivery.

“I- I just mean that you’re my friend, and you said that you express yourself physically-“ you stammered are his shift in demeanor.

“Y/N, I asked about you, not me. I embarrass you, but you don’t mind. That’s what you said, right?”

“…yeah, why?” You nervously answered back, removing your hand from his wrist in passing.

Thoma's head tilted in an almost teasing way, like you should know the answer to your own question. He seemed to hesitate with his next point but took a deep breath "Fuck it," he muttered. "Do you... like it when I touch you?"

You felt your chest tighten around your shy heart when he said that. "Like it? Haha, what kind of question is that?"

"A very straightforward one," he chuckled, his usual adoring smile returning with a hint of teasing. "Come on. You're a terrible liar, and it's just me and you, so you can be honest," he encouraged you with anticipation in his eyes.

You suddenly became nervous at the notion, at the intent curiosity Thoma had written all over him. You honestly hadn't thought about that way before. You'd just accepted it for what it was, but the way Thoma looked down on you with his arms folded across his chest and a smug smile across his face, it reminded you that it didn't matter how much he embarrassed you, he always made your heart flutter, and maybe it was the way he embarrassed you that made you that way too. He was right, too. You couldn't lie to him.

"I- I don't know. I mean, you give warm hugs, and your hands-" you stopped. His hands? What were you even saying?! "You know what? This is a stupid question. Why does it even matter?" You objected.

"Y/N..." He sighed dreamily, eyes heavy in lust. "What about my hands?" Thoma asked in a feigned innocence, almost as if he was mocking you.

You looked up at him and felt yourself shrivel under his gaze. This was too much for you, you thought. You should be grilling him with questions in the state you found him, but you were too kind. All you could bring yourself to do was to turn away so you couldn't see that sly look on his face.

"Oh, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you shy..." he cooed, his voice drawing closer. You felt his hands wrapped around your waist and dip down to your hips. He leaned down so his lips nearly grazed against your ear, making you shudder. "You don't just like it when I touch you. Oh no, you love it, don't you?"

Every logical thought you had left was telling you to pull away, and yet you felt trapped- no, entranced was more accurate, absolutely captivated by the way his hands fanned across the front of your thighs and then swam back to wrap around your stomach. Your breaths were heavy, weighted nervously and leaving you quicker than before. This was the place you tried desperately to avoid being, you thought. He was literally wrapped around you, hands exploring you like it was his god-given right, and you couldn't leave because you were wrapped around him in every sense but literal. You always melted into his touch, but he always pulled away before you could become encased by him.

"Do you want to know a secret, Y/N?" Thoma asked, pulling your body ever closer to his so you could feel him, feel his arousal as he pulled one hand up to grab at your chest and the other down to slide between your thighs.

You felt yourself begin to lean into his transgressions, intoxicated by his warmth. "What, Thoma?" You asked in a breathy whisper.

He let off a breath of anticipation against your neck, sending shivers down your body, and smiled. "I like touching you way more than touching myself," he said.

You swore you saw stars when he said that like it was a dream come true for something you didn't even know you dreamt about. You brought one of your hands up to the back of Thoma's neck, pulling him into yours. His lips cascaded over the skin under your ears and you intertwined your fingers in his hair in response. It wasn't long before he was pulled at the edge of your dress, catching glimpses of you guiding his hand down to your panties. Pink panties, he noticed. Lacy pink panties with little butterflies embroidered across the waistband. Even your underwear was just so adorable to him.

"Were you thinking about me... when you put on this dress, this lingerie?" he cooed between kisses.

"Maybe I was. So what?" you told him, little care for shame left in you.

He chuckled lowly. "You're so cute, trying to act like you're not still nervous," he teased. "Your legs are shaking."

"They're shaking because you keep leaving me in anticipation!" You growled, which shocked him quite a bit. You sighed. "Just touch me already. You've made me wait long enough."

"Yes ma'am," he answered, pushing your panties to the side so he could rub two fingers up and down your slit, lapping up the juices for smoother movements. He drew himself back up to your clit and pressed down on it, rubbing against your sweet spot in tantalizing circular motions that made your mouth gape and moan.

He pulled the top of your dress down too until your tits hung off the elastic so he could pull on them and play with your nipples with his free hand, rubbing against the nubs in a way that stimulated you more than the cool breeze already was against your sensitive areas. Your breaths were so quick but heavy there was no way you could try and control the excessive whining moans that continued to escape your lips, a combination of arousal and embarrassment that left you crying out to Thoma, something he found completely enamoring.

"What was it you were saying about my hands?" He asked again. "Could it be something like: oh, Thoma. When you touch me my brain goes numb and I can't think straight. Ya, that sounds about right, doesn't it."

"Ya, something like that," you conceded. "Mock me all you want, you've wanted this way more than I have."

"You know, up until about 10 minutes ago I would've agreed, but now... I'm not so sure."

"You talk too much," you shot him down.

He took your words as a challenge, dipping his fingers down so he could press into you, eliciting a needy whimper from you. "This better?" he asked as he began plunging his fingers in and out of you.

You nodded, thoughts and words completely escaping you. Pleasure was the only thing on your mind, pleasure and Thoma.

He was pushing for a climax for you. He wanted that moment of victory when he saw you cum in spurts onto his fingers in only a couple of minutes. He wanted that validation so bad that it was making his cock strain painfully as it pushed into the plush fat of your ass. The sight of you slicking up his fingers and contorting under him made him impossibly harder and made it impossibly harder to control himself. You were perfect, he thought. He was doing everything he ever dreamed of doing to you, violating you completely, and you liked it. That alone drove him endlessly wild, until he couldn't stop thinking that his fingers weren't enough. No, he needed you to cum on his cock and suck it dry the way your walls were wrapping desperately around his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer for that. He removed his hand from your hole, and you whined at him.

"Hands against the wall," Thoma told you, taking your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, catching a quick glimpse of your dripping wet pussy on the way back up.

"Thoma... why would you-"

"Put your hands. Against the wall," he urged you, growing impatient.

You grew silent turning to look at him for a brief moment to see just how serious he was, and he was.

It was taking everything in him not to press you up against that wall himself, but he waited for you to see how he wasn't kidding, "I'm going to fuck you until my cock is covered in your cum and until I've filled your insides with mine. Understand?"

You nodded both nervously but also excitedly, and no matter how hard you tried to hide it he knew. He knew because you had both hands pressed against the wall but your eyes were turned back on him, watching as he pulled his erect cock back out from his waistband, pumped it a couple times so he could release a bit of precum, then he lined it up against your soaking hole. As soon as you felt the head go in your head immediately snapped back toward the wall, and you cried out in pure ecstasy. Thoma's cock felt so good, better by the second as he let himself sink into you, and he too moaned out in satisfaction as your fluttering walls hugged his cock so welcomingly. You felt him hit the g-spot the first time and fireworks went off in your head. Your whole body felt it. His hands slithered back up your torso, now free to grab at your breasts and play with them like little toys as he slowly pulled himself out so he could fuck you slow and hard. Every thrust was harder than the last as he shoved his cock while pulling you onto it simultaneously. He wanted you to feel him inside you with explicit detail, every curve he rubbed against, every little sensation that made your whole body tingle. He wanted to fuck you in a way that made you remember every move he made, and you knew he was achieving that goal easily. You whimpered with every movement, begging him to keep going without saying any actual discernible words. He knew what you meant. It's why he kept pushing you until you felt that knot building in your stomach come painfully close to snapping.

Then there was a voice down the hall.

"Thoma. Thoma, where did you run off to? You're missing the party. The messes are starting to pile up!" He called out, a voice much calmer than the man pistoning into you that you could recognize anywhere. You turned to Thoma to urge him to stop but he kept going, kept plunging into you even as the voice drew closer.

"What's wrong? Don't want Lord Kamisato to catch you with my cock inside of you?" he teased.

"You-you're evil..." you answered weakly as you tried to stifle your moans.

"Thoma, where the hell did you go? And that friend of yours too, I haven't seen her either-" Ayato called out, his voice echoing into the room.

"He's getting closer... better hush up now or he might walk in on us. Unless, you like being seen in such a compromising state. After all, you've never stopped me from touching you in public before."

"Shut up, Thoma-" you went to chastise him, but you nearly gasped as he began to pick up his pace. He grabbed at your waist and began to ram into you much faster than before, which made your insides impossibly tight. You took your hands off the wall so you could cover your mouth and muffle the loud moans that kept trying to escape you and Thoma used it as an opportunity to turn you proudly toward the door, the door you failed to shut.

"There's been a breeze, tonight, remember?" Thoma teased further against your ear, fucking you at a steadily fast rhythm. "I can see him just down the hall. What will he think if the door just- flies open and he catches us like this?"

You moaned into your hands louder than intended, knowing Thoma would take that as confirmation that you were fantasizing about the extra attention, but really you were just close, really close.

Ayato began to approach the door and you were trying not to think about that door flinging open and the light draping onto you, but all you could really think about was how you were about to cum.

"Is your friend okay, Thoma? Does she need something I could perhaps help with?" Ayato asked into the supposed emptiness.

"I don't know," Thoma whispered. "Is there something the master can help us with?"

You nodded your head no ferociously, a near panic as you felt your climax begin to set on without your permission. Thoma's pace began to grow erratic as your walls fluttered around him and milky cream poured all over his cock. You thanked your lucky stars when Ayato passed the door without a clue and went passed your room. Thoma couldn't hold himself much longer either, and your warm cum spilling all around him had him spurting thick globs into your sensitive hole. He pressed his mouth into your neck to stifle the moans escaping him. He unfolded into a total mess as he reached his release, any sense of composure evading him as he rode down his high. An array of exhausted pants were traded between you as you both caught your breaths.

Thoma soon removed himself from you and went to the dresser by the window to pull out a couple towels. You leaned your back against the wall, unable to do much else. Thoma took the liberty of kneeling in front of you and gliding the towel across your legs after cleaning himself up. You didn't contest to his efforts. Still, you had a bit of a bone to pick with him.

"That was some stunt you pulled," you chastised him. "What were you planning to do if he actually caught us?"

Thoma chuckled, putting the towel to the side so he could stand back up and talk to you. "Exactly what I said I'd do. I'd have invited him to join us. What? It could've been fun."

"Lord Kamisato is about the least spontaneous person I can think of, and he's your boss-"

"He's also a good friend of mine, and for all the time I've known him the one thing he's always done well is surprise people," Thoma explained.

You sighed. "Ayato doesn't want anything to do with me."

"You wanna bet on that?"

A/N: uhhh, hey guys! I know it's been a while and this is very random but hey, I updated the one thing no one was asking for lmao. Happy new year!

[majeoeje]

Underneath the sheets

Thoma x reader

I'm scared my heart is far too small for you

It's only been 5 months of officially dating Thoma, is it too soon for you to asks such ridiculous thing as cuddling?

You cringed when the word escapes your throat, finding your own sudden request to your own boyfriend weird

"Sure" he says lazily, pulling you to him, wrapping you in his futon sheets before embracing you

Perhaps it was the tiredness of the days work that made thoma more quiet, making him fall asleep instantly when he felt the comforts of your warmth on him

"Thoma-" you tried calling to him before deciding that you didn't want to wake up your tired restless lover

You tried huffed out all the embarassment in your racing heart

You weren't used to these kinds of affections, being so closed to someone so incredibly warm and so effortlessly loving to you.

You could smell the scent of his lavender soap that you bought for him lingering in his skin. The soft feeling of freshly washed sheets that you two just did yesterday. The small snore that erupts from him as he slept peacefully and the weight of his hand on your back, making you stay in place

It all felt so...foreign, being loved that is

The warmth of it all was a lot, you didn't know what to do with all this love that he gave to you. Sometimes... you wondered if your heart was too small for him and that it wasn't enough

You could practically feel yourself sudder against him, you never knew how touch starved you were until this right very moment

The rise of his chest, the breathing that brushes upon your skin, and his heartbeat.

Is it really alright? Are you really allowed to be this comfortable with someone? Are you really worth all this love? Gods. You couldn't breath. You felt like your slightest movement would drift him away far away from you

familliar lump seem form in your throat

Everything of him made you tear up before it becomes a full on cry

"Hey- love? What's wrong?" You could feel the shift of his movements, shifting to you, he was woken up by the dampness on his shirt

You lifted your head to reveal your tearful eyes

"I'm sorry Thoma.. did i wake you up?"

You felt guilty. Waking up your lover in the middle of the night just because you had an emotional outburst. Well, you always felt guilty being with him

"That really doesn't matter now" he cups your face making your cheeks slightly pout "what's wrong?" He called out your name in a such gentle manner that you couldn't help but melt in his touch

"I-... don't know" you couldn't stop the tears that continuesly falls from the corners of your eyes "i just..." the words 'sorry' seem to linger at the tip of your tounge but remembering the countless scolding that thoma gave to you about apologizing too much.

a long paused from the both of you as he waited patiently for you to speak

"I love you"

you heaved despretely

Thoma's eyes widen slightly at the confession. The tired and fatigue on his form was slapped away by your words.

he had always profess his love to you, it was as easy as casually saying it in a midnight stroll, tired mornings, occasional departure or during a simple date

He never thought of it as something difficult to do, he loves you like he does breathing, it came off naturally to him without even trying

Though with every profess of his love you never answered, only casually brushing it off with "i know"s or some dumb jokes just to ease the tension. He told himself to be patient, that you'll say it when you're ready, though he can't say that it doesn't hurt everytime. sometimes he wondered if he really did melt your cold frozen heart or are you just pretending to be in love with him

Though the long awaited moment seem to be more incredible than any of his dreams

Gods.. he could just kiss you all night and it wouldn't be enough to soothe the feeling of happiness that ache his heart

He stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the intimacy of it all

"Okay" he lets out a chuckle as your heart PRATICALLY broke at how he mirrors your cold action

"I..deserve that.....ahaha.." you tried to laugh though tears falls from your eyes even harder

He chuckled some more like the devil. Some sweetheart he is.

Before he pepper kisses your entire face holding it as gentle as he could muttering "sorry"s and "i love you"s

He knows how hard it is for you to express your feelings. Always stumbling on your words, always setting aside what you want, and having troubles with setting up boundries

Your relationship had been paticulary difficult to say the least. with learning to trust each other and rely fully to one another , flourishing in each other's company while on the other hand balancing duties with the current shift of the land of eternity had added itself to the equation

But alas, even just hearing 3 simple words from you made him realize that You were worth it. You were worth all the time, love and effort he put, you were a reward that he earned and hard work that enjoyed every second off

Seems like his long awaited rest can wait

"I love you too" he whispered once again, a confession that he shall utter to you till the end of time

(Just some self indulgent fluff hehe)

[starg1rlie]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⟡ rating. fluff ( general audience )

⟡ prompt. "calla lily" ( getting married to character )

notes. joined ying's lil' milestone event , hehe , hopefully this doesn't botch on me . . . personally , weddings to me are so vv cute and magical !! ( also pardon if the wedding vows don't match the ones that you're used to , i just did it from memory ) reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 852 words ( 4,742 characters )

⟡ feat. various x fem! reader ( tartaglia, ayato, diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, thoma )

ㅤㅤWhat a feeling it is to be wed to someone, to be linked to the love of your life, to feel such joy and happiness as you look into your spouse’s eyes and know that your unconditional love is reciprocated, maybe even multiplied by tenfold. Marriage. Wedding. Vows. 

ㅤㅤYou liked to replay that night, the night he proposed to you, in your head as the two of you began wedding preparations. Thinking of the engagement ring sliding down your finger as you made plans for the wedding cake (he preferred a cake with the sweetness level lowered accordingly to match his palette), thinking of the way he swept you up in his arms while you were being fitted for your dress, thinking about the amount of unbridled affection and love in his eyes as you prepared yourself to do a practice walk down the aisle you’d walk on come next morning.

ㅤㅤ“You’re beautiful,” he murmured that night as he wrapped you up in a blanket and pulled you into his warm embrace. “You’re amazing.” He then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re all that I could ever want or need.” He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning out against your collarbone, eliciting a giggle from you. “You’re my everything.”

ㅤㅤYou remembered quite vividly how happy you felt in that moment, simply you and him, tangled limbs under the bedsheets, thinking of the future that you two would share together. You remembered linking your hand with his, fingers lacing through his own, and staring into his eyes, his dazzling and mesmerizing eyes. You remembered watching him sleep, head propped up by one hand, the other still clasping your fiance’s, watching his chest rise and fall steadily with each intake of breath, admiring the curve of his jawline, drinking in every detail of his face, his body, his entire being so it would be permanently seared into your brain. 

ㅤㅤAnd so when the fateful day finally came, when you slipped into the wondrous dress your friends had picked out with you one night, when you held onto the bouquet of flowers in your hands tightly, when you adjusted the veil so that it would obscure your face (he’d chastise you for wearing it, covering your beautiful face from him, and you’d simply brush it off with a “it’s tradition”), you felt ready. Actually, scratch that, you felt more than ready. The procession began; someone was playing the wedding march on the piano, a child (no doubt Jean and Lisa’s; they recently adopted an adorable little girl) was wailing before she was soothed by her mothers, and even a few sniffles and tearful gazes. What a wonderful day it was to be married, to be wed to the love of your life.

ㅤㅤ“Do you, (Name), take this strapping young man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?” the priest inquired, looking up from his book. 

ㅤㅤYou nodded, murmuring the words “I do” as the man proceeded, asking the same question to your soon-to-be husband.

ㅤㅤ“And do you, sir, take this lovely young lady to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

ㅤㅤHe looked at you for a moment, a smile flickering over his lips, before nodding firmly. “I do.”

ㅤㅤ“And so, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

ㅤㅤA cheer rose up from the people seated within the quaint little chapel he’d picked out, everyone rising to their feet and clapping loudly. You turned from your now-husband to wave at them all, blowing kisses towards everyone before turning back to face him. 

ㅤㅤ“Hey,” he said softly, quick to pull you in by the waist, using his free hand to push up your veil to get a better look at your face.

ㅤㅤ“Hey,” you replied with a small laugh, tugging off the elbow-length gloves you were currently wearing, placing a hand delicately against his cheek, cupping it and rubbing a thumb over the skin soothingly.

ㅤㅤ“So. We’re married now, huh?” He said with a low chuckle, that smirk never leaving his face as he slipped his hand under your chin, tilting you up closer to his face. “Who woulda thought? If someone told me ten years ago that I would marry my best friend, I would believe them to have rocks in their head.”

ㅤㅤYou tittered. “Yeah, I wouldn’t believe them either. But here we are.”

ㅤㅤ“Here we are,” he repeated, fondness clear in his tone. His eyes darted down to your lips, ignoring the ongoing chants of “kiss him!”, instead, initiating the kiss first, turning his head to angle his lips properly, locking against yours. The cheers rose again once more, noise amplified even louder, ringing in your ears as he swept you up in his arms, true bridal-style.

ㅤㅤ“Shall we go, wife?” he said with a grin.

ㅤㅤYou beamed at him, pecking his cheek. “We shall, husband.”

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[genshin-side-piece]

Does anyone else randomly think about that one time Thoma threw a spear at Raiden's face and how unbelievably hot it was?

[fakesimp]

Him having a Nightmare?

Warning !

Hurt › Comfort !

A/n : lovelies, I'm 3 followers away from reaching 100 Followers (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) I'm speechless, thank you so much for that and I'm glad y'all love my writing (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

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"Babe?" He whispered to your ears, only earning a small groan from you. "Baby..?" he called out again one more time as he gently shaking you, but the second time he called you, you can't miss that little whimper at the end. "Hm.. what is it?" You slowly opened your eyes and turned over to see his face.

Oh how surprised you are when you see his face, instead of seeing his usual smile you instead getting greeted with his scared face, eyes looking for your attention and reassurance. He immediately engulfed your figure into his arms, you can feel his breath stutters. Your eyes that was heavy is now wide awake, confused on why your lover act like this.

"babe? Are you okay? What's wrong?" You slowly ask your lover, but he didn't reply. Seems to be taken aback on whatever that is going on inside his head, you slip your arms around your lover's figure and gently pat his back. "Well, it's okay if you don't want to tell me what happened.. whatever that you see, it's just a nightmare. I'm here to comfort you babe, okay?" You said and planted a kiss on his temple, his hug tightens as you said those words.

Soon after you felt something wet on your shoulder,

Is he, crying?

"babe.." you can't help yourself but to also tighten your hug around him, whispering sweet nothings on his ears. Spilling your love and attention, your comforting words on your lover.

"please.. don't go..

Don't die without me knowing.. please."

His sentence left you speechless, but nonetheless, you loved him, and you know exactly what to do.

You gently push him away from you, you slowly start peppering kisses all over your lover's face.

"I will never die, especially when I know you're by my side. Because I know, you will protect me from the dangers up ahead..

I love you, and will always do.

Don't forget that okay?"

You said and pecked his lips, making your lover's turn to go speechless. Your lover stared at your eyes, trying to figure out if you're saying the truth or not.

Did you really mean it? Are you really here? Is this yet another dream? Or is he-

"I love you, I will always Love you. Through your darkest time, your saddest time, your happiest time, everything. I'm still going to love you no matter what. And this is not a dream. I'm here, in your arms. Heart still beating for you." You kissed your lover again once more on the lips, and with that he breaks.

He dove back into your arms and cried, oh how hurt it is to see your lover having such a break down. Usually you're the one but today it's his. You're not judging him for being vulnerable around you, you're actually glad because he trusted you enough to actually be vulnerable around you.

"I'm.. sorry,

And.. I Love You too.."

He said and both of you laid back down on the bed cuddling with each other, and not forgetting you kissing his head now and then to comfort your Lover. To reassure him that you're here. With your heart beating every second for him.

©fakesimp

A/n : thank you once again lovelies, I hope you like this writing <3

[covenantofthedeep]

small talk; you are in love ☆

feat. | childe, thoma! summary | gradually getting more comfy w them a/n | plsplspls rb :] i hope this was close to what you wanted anon!! pls enjoy!

childe |

childe's used to stunning people into silence, but you've been nothing but silence since you met. one of your common friends had suggested that you two would be really good friends--maybe even more? you had agreed to meet with childe, solely because you figured, what could go wrong?

your first date (or... meet, perhaps) is perfect, except for the fact that you say about twenty words to him in total. he frets about it later; was he really so awful?

the second date, at a coffee shop, is marginally better, where you had tried to force yourself out of your shyness and ended up word vomiting about your feelings on straight black coffee. and then you realized he was holding a cup of black coffee, and you had wished for a giant sinkhole to swallow you up.

the third date, you're absolutely determined to make it enjoyable for both you and him. you ask him if he wants to see a movie you really like, and he agrees, wondering if you'll open up to him this time. (he's completely smitten with you, as much as he's embarrassed to admit.)

after the movie, stepping out into the blinding bright lights, you immediately start chattering. "oh, did you like the music? i swear i got goosebumps! i love movie theater popcorn so much, what about you? what's your favorite candy? honestly, i'm a little hungry, do you want to grab dinner or something? what did you think about the scene where...." you trail off, embarrassed, when childe laughs.

"that's most you've ever said to me," he marvels, winking at you.

and so you continue, dropping your thoughts about anything and everything, and, for once, childe is completely silent, and he honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

thoma |

you've had feelings for thoma since you first saw him at the kamisato estate. you were really close with ayaka at the time, and had seen him nearly every day. unfortunately, you always froze up when he approached, going completely silent.

ayaka had noticed this, and tried to push you two together, despite your protests that haven't you noticed that i can't say anything around him?

and so you wind up having a picnic together, and you have never been more nervous.

unbeknownst to you, thoma had been fascinated with you too--he liked the way that you laughed completely freely with ayaka behind her door, and how you snorted when you laughed. his aim for your picnic-date was to make you laugh like that, although, it appeared, it would be a little difficult.

it's a perfect day, with a spread of foods that would usually have you digging in, but today, you're so incredibly on edge that you've managed to spill the entire pot of tea and upend the tray of katsu sandwiches. quietly cursing under your breath and dabbing in vain at the stain of tea, you wonder why you had gone along with ayaka.

and then he beams at you, and you remember.

"here," he says, ever the gentleman, "leave that alone. it's fine, we can just cover it up with the sangayaki." he shifts the sangayaki onto the stain. "see? it's perfectly fine."

you shake your head at him and smile, reaching for an egg roll, when suddenly, the ridiculousness of it all shocks you, and you drop the egg roll and laugh. then you start wheezing, and snorting, and thoma looks so utterly befuddled that it gets you going again. a minute later, he joins in, holding onto his taiyaki with one hand.

he drops it into his lap, the chocolate spilling out onto his pant leg, and you realize, laughing at him, perhaps all you needed with him was a little push in the right direction.

[makelemonade]

Doing the “she’s busy” texting prank on them.

Warnings: fem!reader (full on she/her pronouns), possessiveness, swearing, angst, hurt-comfort (kinda), fluff and assumed cheating

Characters; Scaramouche, Kazuha, Thoma, Ayato

Next; mondstadt boys , Liyue boys , snezhnayan boys (will link once I do them)

[gabzlovesu]

"𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘"

╰ ft. thoma

a/n: i was thinking about thoma's voiceline about running on the ice and somehow came up with this...

warnings: fem!reader, soft smut w/ feelings, friends → fwb → lovers pipeline goes crazy, thoma is a simp idc.

word count: 600 words

☆ PLZ READ MY RULES/BYF BEFORE INTERACTING ! MDNI ! ☆

It was just a harmless date — a trip to the ice skating rink with your friends. You welcomed the idea of falling face-first on the ice before ever catching feelings.

But how could you ignore those green eyes, connecting with yours across the rink? How could you ignore his warm hands that kept you steady while learning to skate? The answer was that you couldn’t. Not when he placed his scarf around your neck, hands lingering far longer than they should as his gaze dipped to your lips. A glance that lasted for only a fraction of a second yet managed to set your entire body on fire.

Things with Thoma were easy: harmless flirting and teasing but an understanding that you were nothing more than friends. Now, after your lips mesh with his, things would get complicated. They always do.

If complicated relationships brought pure bliss and plenty of orgasms then maybe it wasn’t all that bad, and from the look on Thoma’s face it looked like he agreed. His brows are scrunched together in concentration as he snaps his hips, each one being harder than the last, but those green eyes said it all: you were his. And the dog tag jiggling between your breasts proved it. 

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were laughing and having fun at the rink, and the next the two of you are secretly fucking in the guest room of the Kamisato residence. Oh god, if Ayaka and Ayato heard you…

“Look at me.” A silent but demanding request. You only screwed your eyes tighter and turned away in response. This entire time you’ve been scared to look him in the eye too long because you knew things were different now and couldn’t accept that. You hoped a quick fuck would get rid of the silly feelings that had developed over the last few months. 

A hand gently grabs your chin, forcing your gaze upon him as soon as you peeked out from under your wispy lashes. And his hips stop, leaving him fully sheathed inside of you and earning a small whine of protest at the lack of movement. 

“I can’t be friends with you, Y/N. It’s impossible because I love you too much.”

The guilt sinks in. It’s a cold feeling that puts out the fire that was growing in your core. “Thoma… I can’t be more than —

“Then use me. For sex, comfort, anything. It doesn’t matter, I just want to be the one making you happy.” His head rests against yours, and those beautiful green eyes are half hidden by his lids as he pleads, “Please, Y/N.” As if to convince you of him being worthy, he returns to gently rocking his hips, letting himself go even deeper into your warmth.

You were going to pretend that none of this happened tonight, but that wasn’t what you truly wanted. So there was only one thing to say. You trace the outline of his jaw before cupping his face and saying, “Okay.”

His eyes slightly widen with shock and his rhythm is thrown off as he processes what you said. The expression is quickly replaced with a lopsided grin as he says, “Okay.” He wasted no time pressing a kiss to your plump lips, physically sealing the deal.

It might’ve been a decision you made high off of dopamine but it was the best fucking decision you’ve ever made. Not because of the orgasms he gave you that night, but because it was so liberating to just accept your feelings and let Thoma love you.

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[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Can i request highschool au thoma slowly falling for fem!reader<33 and like their relationship after they got together :D having lunch together on the rooftop of the school.. walking home and studying together TT aaaa im so whipped for thoma 😭

Omg this request is ADORABLE!! I’m so grateful to receive it and I hope I did it justice ♡ and RIGHTFULLY SO you’re whipped for Thoma. Obvi me too I can’t think of anyone who ISN’T! He’s the sweetest ♡

Your Highschool Sweetheart, Thoma ♡

Thoma x fem!reader II Highschool AU!, friends to lovers, fluff!!

Synopsis: You meet the ever-friendly Thoma on your first day at your new school. You two become fast friends but, little do either of you know, you’re both crushing hard. Are you guys ever gonna be able to tell each other your feelings?? We’ll see~

Content Warnings: Drinking games, some public kissing and semi-public kissing. Nothing in poor taste.

Thoma was never prepared for the feelings you would eventually stir in him.

Your friendship began with your transfer into his class. When you entered, you were brought up to the front by the teacher and made to say your name and tell the class something interesting about yourself. You were a nervous wreck, sweating and fumbling over your words.

“Hi everyone…um…I’m [name], and uh…ahem! I like videogames…mostly combat ones? Um…yeah!”

Nailed it.

While the rest of the class dozed off, zoned out, or whispered to each other—appraising the new girl, Thoma watched you intently the whole time, listening to anything he could learn about you!

Thoma was the most friendly guy on campus, and really popular because of how charismatic he was. He seemed to get along with absolutely everyone he met! Part of his charm was his attentiveness to others, so he wanted to get your name right when he introduced himself to you, as well as use your fun fact to relate to you! He always strived to make everyone feel welcome.

After your little spiel came to an end, the teacher looked around for a place to have you sit. Unfortunately, the school had not yet made arrangements for a new student in class, so there were no empty desks. Knowing Thoma was always the dependable, happy-go-lucky welcoming party, the teacher thought he wouldn’t mind if you had a seat at his desk.

“Thoma, will you share your desk with the new student today? She doesn’t have a place to sit.”

“Yeah, totally!” he said, already moving to grab a chair for you and bring it over to his space.

You were completely flushed. Not only did you have to embarrass yourself verbally in front of the class, but you also had to impose on a stranger's space. I mean…he seemed pretty happy about it…but still! You assume he’d like some breathing room. But alas, you had no choice.

You meekly shuffled over to the chair he brought for you and sat down, sliding your backpack under the desk—right up against his. The backpacks mirrored you both, as you were also right up against him, enough so that your thighs were touching under the surface.

You were pretty shy when first meeting people, not to mention rattled from the previous impromptu public speaking, so it was really hard to look up at him. He was also a very cute boy. And you have a habit of flubbing your words and getting all flustered in front of them. You hoped your deodorant was doing its job and covering up the smell of your nervous sweat.

As the teacher began class, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Your gaze met Thoma’s boyish grin, him giving you a little wave. His smile was actually…very grounding for you. It made you feel welcome! So you smiled back and returned his composed wave. He took your response as the go-ahead to introduce himself, so he leaned in close to you and whispered, “Hey! I’m Thoma!”.

Your cheeks turned pink at how close he was to your face, but you responded with an amiable, “Hi, I’m y/n.”

“Well yeah, I know!”

Right. You had already introduced yourself. This is why those public introductions to the class are stupid!!!!

“Your name is really pretty by the way!”

You turned back to him, cheeks reddening even more, his sweet comment taking you out of your embarrassed brooding.

“Oh! Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.”

At that, you smiled warmly before turning your gaze back to the teacher, not wanting to get into trouble on your first day for talking during class. You…actually think that went very well! Although he was very attractive, he made you feel really comfortable around him, so this class period wasn’t going to be as agonizing as you thought it would be!

Thoma propped up one of his elbows on the desk and rested his head on his hand, gazing at you for a few more seconds before turning back to the teacher himself. He found you pretty adorable; you had a sweet face and pretty eyes, and your pink cheeks just served to add to your cuteness! This was an objective appraisal, of course (no it wasn’t, Thoma.). He wasn’t crushing or anything. Just…noticing. You also seemed really nice! He could tell you were nervous for your first day, so he was resolved that his duty today was to make you feel like you belong!

After the bell rang, signaling the end of your first period, Thoma caught your wrist before you could get up.

“Hey! Are you in room 115 next period?”

“Oh! Um. Yeah!”

“Great! Me too! We’ll walk together! And I’ve got some friends in that class so I’ll make sure to introduce you!”

Before you got the chance to thank him, he was already grabbing both of your backpacks in one hand and toting you out the classroom door.

The rest of your first day went very smoothly, all thanks to Thoma! He introduced you to everyone he knew, talking you up and helping you integrate into the community. There was not a single awkward silence between you two the whole day you spent together—him always filling it with casual conversation. You learned that he was on the basketball team, but that they were in their off season, so he had a couple of months to just relax and enjoy his out-of-school free time! All he had to do was train in the mornings to stay fit for when the season began again. You also learned that his favorite color was red, that his favorite food was miso soup—but that he added a lot of fixings to it that he would just HAVE to make you try later, and that, surprisingly, he really enjoyed cleaning! He said it relaxes him and feels like meaningful work! He also had you sit with him and his friends at lunch, so you wouldn’t have to stress about sitting alone. All of his friends ended up really liking you, regardless of Thoma’s approval. They just so happened to play the same games you do, and were really impressed when you pulled out your phone and showed them the builds and stats you worked so hard to get for your characters.

“No way! You have that character?! I want her soooo bad!”

“Oh my god! That crit rate is INSANE!”

“Do you play Starflight 2?” “Yeah I do!!” “We should totally play sometime!”

Not only did you bond over your love for games, but once you got comfortable, you really came out of your shell and revealed your whole, awesome self! Your flippant jokes had the table ROLLING and your personality was just really enjoyable!

Thoma watched in awe as you blended in so seamlessly, leaving everyone you met with a smile on their face. He was happy he could assist in your introductions so that you could just focus on being your perfect self! And he was even more happy that, by the end of the day, he could call you a friend!

“Hey! Do you want to come over to my place?” He asked as you two were leaving the building after your final period.

“Oh! Yeah sure! What do you wanna do?”

“Let’s game! I’d actually really appreciate it if you could help me with my character builds.”, he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh! And I've got a really cool co-op game I’ve been dying to try!”

That began the habit of the both of you walking home together after school and gaming at one of your houses. After only a few weeks, both of your parents accepted that their child’s friend was just part of the house now! Often inviting them to stay for dinner, getting to know them better, and inviting them on family outings! They found it very sweet that you and Thoma had gotten so close after such a short while!

You two became the resident duo everywhere you went. If someone was looking for you, they just had to find Thoma, and vise-versa. At parties, you two obliterated drinking games—nobody wanted to play beer pong with you guys anymore, with you two cackling as you made up dumb names for your “special attacks”.

“LIGHTNIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG STRIKE!”, you yelled, making an over-the-top pose while Thoma clutched his side, wheezing, and everyone else in the room rolled their eyes. Baffled shouts and groans filled the room as you actually landed your ping pong ball in the other team’s cup. You two knew your poses and names was stupid, but that made it hilarious!

When his basketball season started back up, you had less after-school time together, but it was always your house that he ran to after practice ended—no matter how tired he was or how much he wanted to crash in bed from exhaustion. Speaking of basketball, you went to every single one of his games without fail. You even bought a couple of pom poms to wave around and scream for him at his games—you were his #1 fan!

You two would go on little outings together on the weekends—trips to the mall, the beach, the park, even lame stuff like grocery shopping. You’d hold on to his arm while you walked, before darting away to some object that grasped your attention, animatedly showing it to him and smiling. He found it so endearing.

He’d often catch the warm feeling in his chest or the stumble of his heart rate when he gazed at you for a little too long. When he found himself enjoying your smile a little too much. He’d notice, then suddenly go red in the face, gulping as he quickly averted his gaze from you. You two were friends. Really good friends! He didn’t want to mess that up or make you uncomfortable. He…didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t want to lose his other half. So he tried his very best to keep his emotions in check.

Little did he know, you were doing the exact same thing. You’d find yourself gazing at him softly when he fell asleep on your couch after practice while you two had been watching TV. You’d find yourself carding a hand through his fluffy, blonde hair, before catching yourself and snatching it away. When you realized just how much holding onto his arm during your outings made your heart palpitate, you tried to stop doing it. But either you would subconsciously latch on to it when you felt a little anxious, or he would ask why you weren’t holding onto him like you usually do, and you would have to grip your hands around his bicep once again, making you both blush and look away from each other—hoping the other wouldn’t notice how much they themself enjoyed the exchange.

You two were so oblivious.

Soon your friend’s excited looks at one another, silently pointing out how obvious the duo’s crushes on each other were, became bored stares—frustrated that neither of you were catching on. Were you both BLIND?!

Even your parents noticed. One night, once Thoma had left after joining your family for dinner, your mom asked, “Y/N…are you sure that Thoma doesn’t have a crush on you?”

“What?! Me and Thoma are friends!”

“Yes but…are you sure you don’t have a crush on him?”

“Ugh! I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” you huffed, retreating to your room.

Thoma’s mom had the literal same conversation with him that night.

Your moms were talking.

They both knew.

So now that literally everyone except you two caught on to your feelings for one another, how the hell were you two actually going to get together? With the way you both were going, you couldn’t just stay friends forever.

The reality of this impending deadline of your friendship was really starting to set in as Valentine’s Day steadily approached.

Thoma gave himself a strong talking to, and decided he was going to ask you out! I mean…friends can spend Valentine’s Day together, right?

“Right!”, you agreed. You’d be Thoma’s completely platonic Valentine!

That’s why you spent two hours getting all dolled up before the time he set to pick you up. That’s why he pulled two all nighters trying to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day date to take you on.

Your not-date started with him picking you up at ten. When you opened the door, he couldn’t prevent the breathless “wow” from escaping his lips. You looked absolutely radiant in that cute little dress of yours, and your makeup made your face look so kissable! He wanted your glitter lip gloss to paint his face, his brush of choice being your pillowy lips. Oh crap. No!!!, he shook those impure thoughts from his head like a wet dog. This date was going to be a tough one—with the way you looked, he couldn’t keep his hungry gaze off of you.

Thoma took you for a walk in the park as your first activity. Before you reached for his arm yourself, he already took your hand and placed it in your usual spot, making your cheeks dust pink. You two chatted like you usually did, but this time, you both were trying to pull your eyes off of each other’s lips and failing miserably. You found your heart thundering at the wish for Thoma to just lean in and kiss you. But…he didn’t feel that way about you. So you just had to put it out of your mind.

At the end of your stroll, he had a small bouquet of your favorite color flowers waiting for you. How thoughtful of him! What a good friend! You grasped them tightly in your hands and held them close to your heart, looking up at him and thanking him sweetly. He would kill to see that doe-eyed expression on your face again. He was practically melting.

He then took you out for dango—your shared favorite snack. You two picked it up, then he walked you both to the beach to enjoy it on a bench so that you could watch the waves crash before you. As he told you about how he wanted to come stargaze on the beach with you sometime, you grew a little tired, so you rested your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh escaping your lips. He was gonna go insane. The sweet sound of your breath and the way you nuzzled into his shoulder, he just couldn’t handle it. So he put a stop to it by gently grabbing your jaw—with the intention of moving it away. But once it was in his hand, he couldn’t resist the urge to bring it to him—gently closing his eyes and placing his lips on yours. You immediately, fervently, kissed him back; your hands found their way into his hair, bringing him even closer to you as he brought his hands down to pull you in by your waist. The whole exchange came as a shock to both of you—but neither of you were unhappy about it. You two sat there making out for a very long time, only stopping when you both had to catch your breath.

For once, there was dead silence between the both of you.

You both just stared wide-eyed at one another, expressions asking, Did that really just happen? Did I do that? Did you do that? Did you like it????

Then you two jumped right back in. After all this waiting, you finally kissed! So you’ll BOTH be damned if it ends there. For many more minutes on that bench, you two kissed like Thoma had just come back from war. You then altogether skipped the next activity he had planned in lieu of running back to his empty house so that you could kiss MORE (you both mentally thanked his parents for going out of town for Valentine’s Day).

A successful platonic Valentine’s Day for sure. Good job you two.

After you both had your fill, and Thoma’s face was covered in your lipgloss (just like he wanted ♡), you had a long talk about your feelings for one another. Both of you were really hesitant to admit it, but after sucking face for two hours, it was pretty much unavoidable. You can’t explain that one away as “just friend stuff”. You were both shocked to hear that the other one had a crush on you for so agonizingly long. You’re telling me we could’ve gotten together ages ago?!?!? Why didn’t you say anything?!? Why didn’t you say anything!!!! WHY DIDN’T EITHER OF US SAY ANYTHING!!!!!

Needless to say, the next day at school, when you both showed up holding hands and excitedly announcing to your friend group that you two were a couple now, no one was surprised.

“Finally.”

“We were this close to just handling your confessions ourselves.”

“Thank god you morons finally figured it out.”

Your newfound relationship was a lot like your friendship—except you both could do all of the affectionate, romantic things you’ve been dreaming of since you first met. Thoma could lovingly squeeze the hand that was wrapped around his arm as you two ran your errands together. He could kiss you goodnight every night before you left his house. He could tell you how beautiful you are, how he loves the sparkle of your eyes, that they’ve always enchanted him.

You could happily and comfortably pet his head when he shamelessly crashes in your lap after his practices. You scouted our private make out spots on campus to limit your PDA but still get your kisses in throughout the day. Thoma had found a way up onto the school roof, taking you there during your lunch periods. He would pick you up and sit you down on some outdoor machinery box up there and hold you to him by your thighs as he pressed soft, sweet kisses onto your lips, saying, “I’m so happy you’re finally mine”.

The day of every big game of his, you would decorate his locker with glitter and tinsel and handwritten notes, then yell your head off in the bleachers that night—now cheering for your boyfriend.

You two were so very deeply in love, having been so close for so long. You knew everything about each other, and still you couldn’t get enough! The other one has always been your favorite and most dependable companion, and now, you were all his and he was all yours ♡

[heeyaart00]

✨Hoyo Men Beraya✨ Day 4: Thoma

[bread4innie]

or none of the above (or comment your favorite)

these are the most popular characters according to some random article i found on google (these are not my personal favorites. just the characters the article said were the most popular)

[heartsiez]

JEALOUSY.

⌗ ayato, thoma, ??? and f!reader

⌗ angst and plot twist

— ayato

he’s always so busy with work that you are only able to see him two days a week and that’s usually only at night.

you understand but you can’t help and feel selfish, wanting him and his attention all to yourself. so that’s why you have a plan to get what you want.

with a lot if persuasion and bribing, you were able to get thoma to help you out. the plan was simple; just hang out a lot and do the stuff with him you always did with ayato.

when ayato was finally back in inazuma your plan had began. you and thoma were waiting in an alleyway anticipating for ayato to walk near. when you finally saw him you dragged thoma out by the hand and acted casual.

you made sure to almost shout, just so your lover could hear you speak to thoma. “so, what shall we do today?” you asked him.

ayato overheard and saw you two together, he frowned at the sight. you two only hung out when ayato was around, never alone. though, it didn’t matter, ayato started making his way over to you two which you noticed nudging thomas shoulder.

“hm, i don’t know my lady.. maybe we should get boba?” thoma said giving a sweet smile to you which you nodded. ayato stopped in his tracks, only he calls you that. why is thoma calling you such an endearment? and boba? you hate boba, why would you get it with him?

“here’s the stall, i’ll pay for us.” you said getting mora out of your pocket which thoma held your wrist down. “there’s no need! i’ll pay for us.” he smiled.

“really? you’re such a gentleman…” you said hanging off of thomas shoulder. he could feel ayatos burning glare in the back of his head because he started shaking you off instantly with a nervous laugh. “an— anything for you my lady! you totally owe me a big one for this…” he said whispering the last bit making you laugh a bit.

ayato just watched from afar with jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him. how badly he just wanted to confront you guys, but he had pride, so he wouldn’t dare.

you noticed how he was about to just walk away making your reflexes take over you. you turned thoma around swiftly so his back was faced towards ayato and you brought his face right up to yours, covering his mouth with your hand and pressing your lips against it to make it look like you two kissed.

ayato froze when he saw what just happened. his heart dropped and he could feel his face fall, if he was holding anything it would’ve dropped to the ground. his fists clenched and he ran off instantly, only feeling betrayal and heartbreak.

you instantly pushed him away afterwards realising what you did. thoma stared at you anxiously. “uhh, you know we’re meant to make him jealous, not make it look like you’re cheating…”

“oh my fucking god what did i just do? he’s gonna think i kissed you!” you angrily whispering at him. thoma wasn’t even paying attention, he was totally getting fired…

when you saw ayato walk off, you instantly pushed thoma away from you running after him. thoma was quick to run with you and hopefully help explain what happened to ayato. you were able to catch up with him at the centre of ritou. you shouted out his name and ayato stopped in his tracks, his hands loosening. “what?” he mustered out, venom dripping from his tone.

“it’s— it’s not what you think…” you tried catching your breath as you bent down, holding you knees. thoma finally made his way to the sight just quick enough to agree. “what y/n said, my lord…” he panted out.

ayato gave a mocking laugh, turning his head to look at you two with back still faced to you. “what do you mean by y/n? don’t you mean ‘my lady?’” he quoted from earlier.

“no he doesn’t. look please just let me explain, love. it’s not what you think at all.” you tried putting your hand on his shoulder but he flicked it off. ayato finally turned around looking down at you two. sighing to himself. “explain, it better be good.”

“well you were always busy with work so-”

“so you went off to thoma because i was never there?” he glared. n— no my lord. please just let them explain.” you felt so guilty dragging thoma into this mess but you had to shake the thought from your head as you continued,

“... so i came up with a plan that would make you finally pay attention to me rather than work, it was to make you jealous. thoma and i were just meant to do stuff you and i did but when i saw it wasn’t working, i turned thoma to me and made it look like we kissed. which we didn’t! i covered his mouth with my hand and kissed that.” thoma nodded, refusing to look at you in case that somehow raised suspicion.

ayatos eyes darkened as he turned away. “you think i would believe that? how pathetic.” you stood there confused, giving a weird look to him. “what do you mean? i promise it’s the truth, i wouldn’t do that to you. i love you.” you went to grab his hand but he brought it to his chest and crossed his arms instead.

“do you seriously think i didn’t see the pictures?” ayatos voice sent shivers down your spine. “what? pardon? what pictures?” you looked confused. “oh don’t act stupid. i saw the pictures of you and thoma hanging out and kissing while i was away for work. i didn't believe them, of course, but with what happened just then i seriously don't know anymore." your eyes widened and you backed away from him, what the hell did he mean? you and thoma did none of the sort.

“what are you on? me and thoma barely spoke while you were gone.”

“is that true? then explain these.” spoke ayato turning around, handing pictures to the two of you. thomas heart dropped as his eyes widened. you just looked at them and scoffed. “do you honestly believe these are real? i would never cheat on you.”

“right.” he snatched the pictures back from you and put them in his coat pocket. “just please, stop lying. it already hurts me enough that the person i love is cheating on me.” ayato whispered, trying hard to not let his voice break.

“ayato, can’t you see it? these pictures are obviously edited. someone’s trying to set me and thoma up.” your boyfriends eyes squinted as he looked at you weirdly. “why would someone do that? and who would do that?” he gave a laugh.

“we would.” said a familiar voice.

⌗ woop woop, no part two i’m so sorry

[starg1rlie]

CANINE OR FELINE?

pairing: xiao, scaramouche, baizhu, pantalone, dottore, dainsleif, thoma x gn! reader

genre: fluff, to make up for my ajax series <3

prompt: are they a dog or a cat person? (req sent by → @stygianoir)

xtra !! notes: reader is gender-neutral, they/them pronouns, some characters are ooc since i am WAY out of practice....

DOTTORE:

he sees no point in having pets. he sees animals as a sort of experiment; something to be taken apart, observed, and then put back together properly.

but i suppose if he had to pick between dogs and cats, he'd probably pick cats.

why, you ask? his reasoning is because he hates how unneccessarily noisy dogs are.

if you asked him to get you a pet, he'd scoff at you and ask you why you would want such a troublesome creature following you around till it dies.

you'd reason with him until he finally caved and sent one of his underlings out to find you whatever pet you wanted. the first few times they came back, he brought back terrifying creatures that you quickly declined.

you had to thoroughly explain what pet you wanted. a cat, with some nice soft fluffy fur, and small enough for you to carry around in your arms and wouldn't weigh you down.

he ended up bringing back a cat with blue fur. where in the world he got it, you had no idea, but you were overjoyed once the cat was in your grasp.

you'd cuddle it to death, and bring it all over the place, especially when you visit dottore in his lab.

he'd demand you to take it out as soon as he sees the tips of its ears, claiming that it would shed fur all over the place and cause a distraction.

you'd whine, and beg, and bug him until he finally snapped, allowing you to bring it in, but only if you kept a close eye on it so it didn't run off and accidentally kill itself with all the dangerous equipment lying around.

jester got away anyways...

thankfully, it didn't fall into one of those containers with a suspicious looking liquid in it. it ended up appearing right in front of dottore, meowing at him.

he'd stare at it and then pick it up by the scruff of its neck. then he promptly kicked the both of you out of his lab.

you'd end up coming right back in, because he's used to your presence.

"you can stay in here, but be quiet, and for the tsaritsa's sake, KEEP THAT FELINE AWAY FROM MY WORK."

"is this your way of saying you want me around?"

"..."

although he won't admit it out-loud, he's gotten quite attatched to the cat. when he doesn't see it usually cuddled in your arms, he has one of his clones work on whatever project he's doing and goes prowling around the area, looking under every surface until he finds it, casually meowing like it didn't have a care in the world.

he picked it up, shoved it in your hands as soon as he saw you, and went back to being holed up in his lab.

he loves the cat &lt;;3 (his definition of love means that he's being merciful and not dissecting the cat.)

THOMA:

he'd deffo a dog lover <3

loves to give headpats to all the dogs he finds in inazuma.

when you brought up getting a pet puppy, he was practically overjoyed, explaining different breeds and how each one had specific personality traits.

you two ended up on getting a shiba dog.

practically smothers the poor pup every day whenever he can. the dogs loves all the attention you guys give it.

"who's a good boy, who's a good boy?"

"thoma, i think you're going to crush tomo."

"oh. sorry."

the pup likes following around thoma while he's working at the kamisato estate. he'll have the dog balanced on his shoulders as he dusts the place, and has the pup running back and forth as he's wiping down the floors (which is very inconvenient cause he has to keep scrubbing the areas where its paws have touched the floor).

he says that dogs are the most loyal creatures. and its true. tomo refuses to leave you and thoma's side, and so you have to carry him around wherever you go, or he'll cause quite a ruckus with all his barking and whining.

you take tons of pictures whenever thoma's too preoccupied with giving tomo belly rubs.

he's so in love with the dog, you wouldn't be surprised if he asked the dog to marry him instead of you 💀

imagine the three of you just sleeping together- oh my god that sounds so fucking cute- you and thoma on either side, and tomo in the middle, licking at your guys' faces to wake you up in the morning.

this dog has an appetite; its a monster with food, so expect it to nudge its food bowl to you and sit back on its haunches, tail wagging.

this dog is smart. it knows where you hide all the dog treats and ends up sneaking one or two out of the bag when you aren't paying attention.

you'd scold it, but how can you be strict when its giving you those adorable puppy-dog eyes?

it's best to say that thoma is a complete and total dog lover; always has been, always will be, till the day he dies. <3

XIAO:

you compare him a lot to being a cat, so he's sort of curious to see what an actual cat would act like.

when you bring back a stray black cat you found off the streets, he'd stare at it, eyes narrowed at the creature you were snuggling so lovingly to your cheek

"this is what you compare me to on a daily basis? tsk. pathetic."

the cat meows angrily in your grasp, hissing and swiping rapidly, trying to claw his face.

lets just say this cat has some anger issues....

they both have that angry sort of emo attitude towards you, although the cat is much more softer when around you.

xiao feels like the cat is trying to make him jealous by stealing his partner's affection. it even gave xiao what looked like a smug expression when you started rubbing behind its ears.

will immediately shove the cat to the side and put your hand on his head. this surprises you, but you indulge him anyways, giving him headpats and running your fingers through his silky hair. you have to hold the cat back as it attempts to claw the adeptus' face to shreds.

"your cat has anger issues."

"our cat. and no, it just doesn't seem to like you."

will constantly be glaring at the cat, competing with it for your attention and affection. it's honestly cute and amusing to watch. <3

eventually, they both simmer down and reluctantly get along with each other. you even caught alatus (the cat's name) resting in xiao's lap as he rubs between its ears. xiao denied it ever happened, calling you delusional. you have a feeling the cat would too if it could speak.

eventually they start to become more friendly in front of you, playing with each other, but they still compete with each other every now and then. probably just for old time's sake.

you now own two cats &lt;3 congrats

SCARAMOUCHE/BALLADEER:

"what is that monstrosity you're holding in your hands?"

"what? oh, you mean this puppy? i just found it wandering outside, isn't it adorable?"

"no. no it is not adorable. can i kill it?"

this is how your conversation went when you brought back a stray german shepherd. you felt so bad for the poor puppy and was immediately drawn to it when you saw it padding around aimlessly.

scaramouche on the other hand has no interest in the damn mutt. he loathes it, hating how it received more affection than he did. he also felt very irritated when the dog would relieve itself all around the place and slobber all over him. he hated that.

you decided to name the puppy emi, which meant blessing. scaramouche scoffed at you, asking why you would name it something so ridiculous when it clearly wasn't a blessing at all.

you'd baby-talk emi all the time, nuzzling it close to your cheek and peppering its wet nose with kisses (how you could stand it, scaramouche would never understand; he'd had enough of the damn dog nosing his crotch with that cold, wet nose of its)

he'd balk at how much the dog eats and demand who would be paying for all of this, and you said casually "me, of course." he shut his mouth after that, finding nothing to retort back at you.

accidentally stepped on the dog's tail once and the scream that the dog let out sounded so terrifying, scaramouche almost jumped out of his skin. you soothed the poor pup while it whimpered and whined and writhed in your arms. scaramouche (very reluctantly) apologized to the dog, even though he complained how that would do anything, since the dog was just a dog and couldn't understand anything he was saying.

couldn't find his hat and went looking for you, wondering if you'd stolen it to wear, which was something you did a lot. instead, he found the dog, chewing on the edge of it like it was some sort of dog toy. he'd rip it out of emi's jaws and sputter angrily at the dog, pointing at it, then back at his hat until he gave up and summoned one of his underlings to get it fixed for him.

refuses to pay it any affection/attention or play with it, with the excuse of "i'm busy."

"you're busy, and yet you're sitting here, letting me play with your hair."

"..."

he grumbled under his breath the whole time, but played tug-of-war with emi. he mocked the poor puppy, holding it out for it to take before snatching it away before it could grab onto it with its teeth. finally, bored of playing with it, he let it grab onto it and immediately let go as soon as emi started tugging, watching in amusement as the pup fell back on its haunches, letting out a confused whine.

he tolerates it for your sake, but once you bring up getting another one, he'll immediately decline and say that one is enough trouble <3

BAIZHU:

he adores cats, beliving them to be intelligent creatures.

is delighted to hear that you wanted a pet cat and would immediately set out to find one to your liking. once you settled on a black-and-white tuxedo cat, you named it kushiro, which was kuro and shiro mixed together (black and white). baizhu thinks its very original

sometimes he puts his glasses on the cat and has you take a picture of him and kushiro. definitely a cat guy.

the cat is pretty clingy to him, always latching onto his clothes with its claws. the two are practically insepparable, you'd most likely have to pry them apart using a crowbar.

expect the cat to tag along when you two head out to go herb gathering with qiqi. qiqi holds the cat while you and baizhu almost break your necks trying to reach violetgrass. qiqi quickly grows attatched to kushiro and whenever its not clinging onto baizhu, expect to find it resting in qiqi's cold arms, purring contentedly.

"qiqi has grown quite attatched to kushiro, don't you think?"

"they're so adorable together though. kushiro and qiqi are kind of the same, no?"

"hm, i suppose you are right."

the two of you go out to buy several bottles of milk cause jesus fucking christ that cat can drink-

i can imagine yall just reading a book or sumthing in the kitchen and the cat is all like "mom, dad, we need more milk" and would push its milk bowl towards you with its little nose.

baizhu dislikes the way you baby-talk the cat. his eyes are slightly narrowed when he scolds you (very lightly) about how kushiro was much more intelligent than you thought and most likely took offense to the way you were talking to it. you covered your giggles in a cough, shoulders shaking lightly as baizhu frowned at you, shaking his head.

has a (mostly one-sided) conversation with kushiro, talking about the different herbs he uses in his medicines and of all the customers he's met, and about a whole bunch of other stuff. kushiro, on the other hand (or should i say, paw? no? not funny? okay-), is busy cleaning itself, licking every inch of its body.

yall have to deal with the cat's hairballs, it hacks it up all over the place. baizhu never complains about it, saying it's normal behaviour for cats to do that, but he does make a grimace every time he finds one in the kitchen or steps on one barefoot.

will be overjoyed if you ever ask to get more cats. you two are the power cat parents <33

DAINSLEIF: (more of a modern-ish au...)

i dare you to tell me this dude isn't a canine guy.

lowkey will pet every stray dog yall pass by.

he will not complain at all if you bring up getting a puppy. in fact, dainsleif will most likely pipe in quietly with a "golden retrievers are very loyal" and a "that one'll shed too much" when you guys go over what breed to get.

you end up being busy the day you two were supposed to go pick up the pup, so dainsleif goes by himself. when he lays eyes on your puppy (you two had finally settled on getting a black labrador after all those deabtes), he's immediately head-over-heels in his usual sort of way.

gets super attatched to the puppy. loves to take whatever chance he gets to pet the top of its hed or give it belly rubs. he decided that day that he would look after this puppy if it was the last thing he did.

when you get back home, you find dainsleif snoozing on the bed with your new puppy curled up in his arms, also snoring, its leg twitching slightly in its sleep. you definitely take a picture of this for keepsakes <3

you guys have another debate over what to name the puppy but you guys ended up calling it hinode (which means sunrise), because it definitely has a sense of brightness and warmth to it

istg, if you're not snuggling with the dog, dainsleif is. if he's doing research on a new lead, he'll have hinode resting either in his lap or in a dog bed he'd bought to place specifically in his office. if he's lazing around the house (which is very rare, mind you-), he'll have hinode trailing along behind him. the dog loves all the attention and will probably follow dainsleif to the ends of the world-

he doesn't normally express affection that much, always doing it in his own way (which meant chaste forehead kisses, the occasionaly hug from behind, and cuddle sessions throughout the day. he'll always bring you in closer if yall are sleeping <3), but his pda for the puppy is so obvious that it makes your heart melt just at the sight of diansleif bonding with his baby puppy.

you first, dog second, new leads/his case is third. that's his priorities.

will lowkey go crazy if the dog goes missing, but let's not go on that path, okay? 😢

this dog likes following yall everywhere. to the bed, to the couch, to the kitchen, even to the goddamn bathroom (idk why dogs like doing that? like????) he'll even follow you guys out the door if you don't command him to sit and stay there while waiting for you two to come back.

you guys aint even unlocking the door when you hear overjoyed barking coming from inside your guys' house. by the time the two of you stumble back in, hinode is literally jumping all over you, giving you both sloppy wet kisses <3

when in bed one night, he'll have his arms wrapped around you so snugly, his chin resting on your shoulder and your back pressed against his chest, and then he'll whisper, "can we get another one?"

yall end up getting three dogs ✌

PANTALONE:

this drippy dude is a cat guy. his personality lowkey reminds me of a sly cat. he'll act all sweet and innocent when that expression of his is merely a mask so he can concentrate on forming plans inside his brain and whatever other dark shit he has going on in that pretty head of his.

comes to you with two siamese cats in his hands and presents it to you like its a gift.

"i found this feline wandering around outside."

"oh. how adorable!"

"....."

"....."

"do you want to adopt them, pantalone?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

BRO IMAGINE IF YOUR GUYS' SIAMESE KITTIES WAS LIKE THE ONES FROM THE LADY AND THE TRAMP??? MY MOM USED TO KEEP SINGING THE STUPID SIAMESE CAT SONG OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND I HAVE IT STUCK IN MY HEAD (we are siamese if you please, we are siamese if you don't please <3)

i imagine both of them will be causing mishcief.

besides the cats, which you named daku (dark) and kage (shadow), you also have a pet fish, which is always swimming around in its secluded fish bowl. yall know that cats like fish, so i suggest you better put the fish bowl somewhere where the cats have no access to. several times, they came close to eating the poor fish, but you (thankfully), were able to save it before the cats could get the scaly thing down their throats.

pantalone is more of a subtle kind of trouble. he'll always find ways to tease you throughout the day and will find some way to cause just a little bit more trouble into your day for his own amusement. you find it endearing sometimes, but you don't mind it most of the time.

pantalone will buy the finest things for the cats to claw and tear at, and will provide the best quality cat food and fish for them to gorge themselves out on. he even bought a whole bunch of cat toys for you to use to amuse the cat, but you (both) know the cats will find some other way to amuse themselves, most likely involving trouble with a capital T.

the cats come and go as they please. sometimes, you'll hear a constant meowing at your window at one in the morning. stumbling out of bed, groggy and still barely waking up, you open it to see the two of them seated on the ground and staring up at you with innocent eyes. sighing, you'd reach down and bring them inside, plopping them onto their feet and watching as they slink off to do archons' knows what.

yall need to provide a lot of milk- since yall have two cats, they drink twice as much milk. you always make sure to use a bowl and not a saucer for the milk, because you know the two of them will come mewing at your feet, begging for more.

pantalone always finds it amusing when you can never find where the two are hiding. he can clearly see where they are, but doesn't speak up because that's just how he is that bastar-. he'll eventually give you a small hint as to where they might be hiding and you rush off to the area, eager to end the chase and to sniff down the trail he'd thrown out for you.

of course, whenever he calls their names, the two always appear out of nowhere and leap into his arms, purring lowly and snuggling their faces into his chest.

yall need to be prepared for whatever shit these cats got going on, because you never know what might happen when you turn away for a second...

let's just say you dont get anymore cats.

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