#tohma x y/n

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Genshin Men's the one that got away part 2 featuring Kaeya, Pantalone and Thoma.

Kaeya Alberich

Cause now I pay the price.

Imagine being used to be very close to Kaeya and Diluc, with your parents being close to their father, Crepus Ragnvindr. You have always been Diluc's friend every since the two of you were a baby. So the arrival of someone new, someone as pretty and cute and Kaeya was something that both of you were happy and excited of, a new member into te family, a new friend to get along to.

Imagine you were their friend, always hangout out with the set of brothers playing around and causing troubles here and there. The three of you were just unseperatable, and you were also slowly being aware of the feelings you were developing for him.

Imagine Diluc has always been a brother, annoying little brother you never had. And Kaeya, kaeya was different. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he wasn't biological a Ragnvindr and he looked a lot different than Diluc whom you had enough seeing his face of already, but he was different. His smiles lit up your mood, your heart races when he laughs, when he messes with your hair. It was different, you never want to see him as a brother or anything close to it.

Imagine things started to took a turn when Diluc joined the knights and you didn't, Kaeya did follow his steps a little later though. You watch side by side how Diluc becomes the youngest ever appointed Captain to be within the ranks of the Knights of Favonious. "He's awesome, isn't he." "Hmmm." This is enough, just being there by his side.

Imagine pursuing to become a merchant. The three of you going on a different paths with the two closely related to. Diluc was already busy enough tk begin with causing you and Kaeya to be hanging out by yourselves. And those nights, those nights were memorable, it was wonderful. The way he laugh, the way he looks at you, the way the two of you were looking at each other. You can feel it. You might be young, people might say both of you were young, but you knew, damn it, you knew what this is.

Imagine it was raining, it was raining when Crepus died and it was raining when two brothers parted ways with each other with you standing in the middle of it. "Stop it! You're both going to end up hurting each other!" "Did you heard what he said?! Are you deaf?! Crazy?! You heard what he said and you're still sticking on his side?!" "I am not picking anyone's side in here! What I'm trying to say it that you calm the fuck down-! Dilu-! Kaeya!" As you tried to interfere midway, you were pull by the back of your neck backwards as a bird like flame of fires came into yours and Kaeya's direction.

Imagine that night, you gain a pretty deep scar on your side, cause by the burn of your best friend as well as the intense icy frost that comes after it. Not only that, not only did you lost your childhood friend, but you also lost him, Kaeya. "I'm sorry." It was pouring hard as he kneel by your side. "I'm sorry." He spoke once again, his fingers slowly slipping away from yours. "Kaey-" "I'm sorry." Then he left.

Imagine, one of the hardest thing Kaeya ever did was to walk away from you that night, knowing what he- what the two of you coulf have been has now down the drain, and will forever remain their frozen in time.

Imagine that same night the two brothers fell out, so does everything connected to them, you. Dilic left without a word. And Kaeya started ignoring you. Maybe it was because out of guilt, maybe it's because of the things he said that night. But if there was one thing for sure is that he won't see you, he won't talk to you. No matter now much you begged, he never did. He was all that you have now, and you're pretty sure that goes the same way for him, so why is he okay? How could he be okay? Fuck it.

"They left." "I know." "I heard they might not come back." "... I know." "You're not going to see them? They're still waiting for you outside." "... No." And so you left.

Imagine, Kaeya has always been aware that there was something going on with the two of you. You were quite different after all, different when it comes to him and Diluc. And it was quite obvious to be honest. So when he started ignoring you after that night, it was strange and funny. How his heart would often ache just by you calling his name.

Imagine when you left, a part of him left with you too. You were... everything after all. It may not be obvious, but you and Diluc were his everything back then. So as years have gone by, things like his were on the back of his mind, long to be forgotten. Just like what he was always hoping to. Or so he thought.

"One glass of wine please!" He utter with a smile, one way of teasing Diluc as the red hair started serving behind the counter when the familiar bell rings indicating an incoming customer "And one beer for me." And there comes the ache again. As the two head turn, one red and one blue. "It's been awhile." They smiled, the same damn smile they always gave them.

Imagine after a long moment of silence, he manage to hold up a smile. "Back in town?" "Oh you bet! It's been so long!" "You should have given us a heads up before you came back." "Oh please, I don't want to hear that coming from you, who left without a word, Diluc." You joked, even giving Kaeya a side eye as you made fun of the other guy, just like the old times but there was something obviously different. The way you look at him...

Imagine it was a joyful yet silent night for the three of you, with Kaeya just smiling, butting in for a few times but just there by the side, it was quite uncharacteristic of him, just casually playing with the wine on his hand before it was time to go. "Well, I got to get going." "Already?" You pout, Diluc scoffing at your reaction but somehow giving Kaeya a look of concern. "Duty calls." He laughs before giving you and Diluc a playful smirk then walking out of the pub.

Imagine as soon as he did, he let out a deep sigh before walking towards the direction of the headquarters. And just like all those years back, his heart ached every steps he take. Then he stops, look back, then look up then down to his feet as he hold a hand on his mouth. The way you look at him right now. "Oh Barbatos." He suddenly laughs. "I'm late, am I?" He added.

"Kaeya!" Unlike before where no matter how much you called after him, he did not turn around. This time, he turn around to face you. "Miss me already?" "Yeah!" You laughs, and oh celestia. How wonderful that laugh sounds. "Let's grab a drink in sometime okay? When you're not so busy!" "Alright, but your treat, okay?" "Aww! Come on now!"

You were a wonderful experience even if you're never mine.

Pantalone

Can all this mora buy me a time machine, no.

Imagine growing up with Regrator on a very poor neighbourhood, basically in the streets. It was pretty much forgotten how the two of you first met but what was important is that the two of you have manage to stick together in tough times. Being young, broke, and basically has no one to take care of the two of you. The two of you only have each other to hold on and lean on into. That was the childhood of the Regrator.

Imagine, now that he is practically the richest man in Teyvat, there was no other things he couldn't buy at the same time. There was nothing that picks his interest. "What do you think, (Your name). It's such a shame that the gift I was planning to give Tsaritsa was stolen within the warehouse, though. I'm quite thankful the things I've bought for you was safe." "..."

Imagine they said that the Regrator was a man of desire, a man greedy for money for some reasons for they do not know where he have come from nor his goals. He was also quite close to the Doctor, someone almost everyone was too scared to talk into. There were a lot of things that came into mind when asked about the Regrator but if there was something obvious that no one talks about was the torn, ragged and almost faded picture on his office table not fiting for its picture frame that probably causes hundreds, no millions if not much higher cause of mora. And no one was allowed to talk about it.

Imagine, life was tough for you and the Regrator. But you manage to make it side by side. You manage to survive though that poor environment. Then he started making money, he starts finding a way to get you out of then damn place. You were there when he started a new goal. When he started pursuing his goal. Life was tough, it was but at least you have each other by your side.

Imagine, Pantalone was wise. He was greedy, but he was wise. You knew that, you knew him more than anyone else. So imagine one day as the two of you gets back to the old worn house, if you could call it a house. You felt a sharp pain on your chest. Causing you to frown and reach out a hand to massage it. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little tired."

"I kept getting flashbacks nowadays." "..." "It was good- good old days, I suppose." He chuckle in contrast to the fake smiles and laughs he was giving other poeple specially in business. "I don't think I will be back anytime now, (Your name). You'll still be here when I came back, no?" "..." "I'll see you later, my treasure."

"Please... please please I'm begging you. Please treat her I- I'll make sure to pay la-" "Get out! I have no plans to treat beggars like you!" "No ple-" "Get lost!" As the door closes for the fifteenth time that night, and by the harsh impact, he ended up taking a step back that ended up with him falling backwards with you in his arms, keeping his arms around you to protect you from the fall as he could feel you burning up in his arms, quite trembling.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... Just a little bit (Your name)... Just a little bit." Why does it has to be this way? Eveything was doing fine. The two of you have finally manage to save up some money to start up a business and it was doing fine. In fact you would be having your profit in days to come even though you two were quite broke right now. Why do you have to be sick right now? No wait no no, he's not blaming you. Just. Fuck. If only he has a vision, if only those so called Gods could help right now, create some miracle. FUCK!

Imagine, as a new recruit fatui member carelessly and mindlessly barge in into the office room of the Regrator. Even foolishly touching things here and there in the room, as soon as he took a lift up a book within the shelf, the shelf moved causing the newbie to gasp nevertheless as curiosity got the best of the her, she followed down the road where it leads into a small cozy room but there was something which causes her jaw to drop.

Imagine, in the corner of the room was a glass like container, which contains a doll, no. It was too realistic to be a doll. It was a person. A person who seems to be sleeping but the newbie knew really well that that was a corpse. Talking a few steps to get a closer look. She noticed that the corpse was well dressed, be it on the silk that made up the clothes, the jewellery that compliments the overall looks of it to the shoes and even the (hair color) hair that seems to the styled by the best hair artist in teyvat. It looks like tons of mora was wasted on such corpse.

"I would have understand if they were alive, in fact it would have been worth the mora if they were only alive. Is it the hobby of the Regrator to dress up such thing? Such a weird hobby." "Are you done?" "Ah sir!" As the newbie was about to turn around, she couldn't, already missing her head. "Ah ah, look at the mess you made, Dottore." "You'll make a bigger mess if you took care of it. See the blood already staining the glass of your beloved?"

Imagine Pantalone rolling his eyes at Dottore who just smirk before leaving the room. He already had enough of the thing that was about to happen, besides he just happened to have a new lab rat he just killed because a certain someone wouldn't leave him alone to make something.

"Pantalone." He felt your hand clenching around his. It was warm. "You're warm" You smile. "I wish we could stay like this forever." "The Doctor is coming... Hold on a little more, okay?" Despite the intense pain you are feeling right now was you tried to hold on into every little bit of consciousness you have left. "Pantalone..." "They're coming okay? Just a wai-" "I'm tired." You snuggle even closer to him. "I want to sleep... Can I sleep?" "No... no no no no no no." "Aww. Why?" You tried to open your eyes. Wanting to see him again for the last time. "I lived a good life." "No, I haven't given you that good life yet. Not yet, please. Please please in a moment the doct-" "Pantalone... I'm going to sleep now. Okay?" As you shut your eyes forever, never once did the doctor came.

"I'm sorry, look at how messy the room has become." He apologizes as he approaches and hold on into the glass were you were being contained and preserved. "Since no one is allowed to enter this room other than Dottore, I would have him clean up the room." He sigh before pressing his forehead on the glass. "He said it woulk take time and money to find a cure for you but don't worry. I would be willing to spend all the money in the world as long as you wake up again, okay?" "..." "I cannot wait for that day to come so for now I apologize but you have no choice but to stay asleep."

I'm sorry for leaving so early, for leaving you all on your own to face the world, I love you.

Thoma

In another life, I would make you stay.

Imagine you were his childhood friend, his best friend, his partner in crime and the list could go on for so long as the two of you basically grew up together. His father being on of the servants within your household and him being allowed to stay whenever he would come to Inazuma after the vacation of his father back in Mondstand. To Thoma, you were someone whom he knows very well. After all, you were his first master to serve before the Lord of the Kamisato in present times.

Imagine you were the heir to one of the prestigious clan within Inazuma. And as the heir comes with responsibility, the training was very harsh and strict, you could never let your guard down even for a child who should only be enjoying wonderful things in life. But you are different, those (hair color) hair and (eye color) iris that your clan seems to worship, the true appearance and characteristics of a heir they say that would only come once per generation. It was nothing but a curse to you.

Imagine growing up in a strict environment. With your younger siblings basically neglected from the parental things that one child needed, you were the one to fill in the role for them. Giving them all your free time, making sure not to let them experience the same treatment that was given to you. Basically the puppet of the elders within the clan. To be honest it was exhausting. You knew your parents loves you at the same time the way they are treating you, saying it was for the greater good was something you hate then for. And to add the neglectful treatment of your siblings, you basically becoming the parental figure to them when you yourself is lacking one. And you hate them, you hate the freedom they have that you have and probably would never got.

Imagine that is where Thoma came into. The shy but kind boy from Mondstand who came with his father one day and started interactin with you. Following you anywhere, watching you do what you're supposed to do such as train and studies. It was strange to be honest, but the more he get to know you and the more you get to know him, the more he influences you. You started smiling, laughing. Started enjoying the little things in life you never really looked into before.

"Will you be back?" You cling into the hem of his shirt as he gives you a toothy grin. "I will, little lord-" "(First name). Call me (First name)." As soon as you said that, his eyes widen, then he giggle. "Alright, (First name)." With your little hands letting go of his shirt, "Wait." "Hmm? What is it?" "What's your name." "..." "I've been playing with you for a month and you don't even know my name?" "..." "It's Thoma." "... Thoma, huh." "Yes! Don't forget that!" Although that did earn him a roll of eyes as you turn your back at him. You never forgot his name.

Imagine the more you two grew close, the more you felt freedom within him. Maybe it's because of the land where he came from, Mondstant was it? The city of Freedom as they called it. At the same time, behind the laughs and smiles you express as he comes by. Was the more hasher and strict the rules for you had become. The more you were focused to the goal of becoming the perfect heir for them, as you should have become. It was slowly ruining you, it was slowly killing you from the inside despite the smiles and freedom you have whenever you are with your sisters, but more specially with Thoma.

Imagine, on your becoming of age. Despite the celebration of the whole village, the whole manor. You're not happy. You're not happy at all. All the unwanted responsibilities, the expectations. The lack of freedom, love. Your sisters and Thoma was all you have. They were all you have left and the music that Thoma have taught you. The music that seems to have set you free. But in order to pursue that dream, you must leave. But how could you leave?

"Are you alright?" He spoke as he stand next to you who was in the middle of the hall. "Why won't I be?" "You really look like you want to leave right now." "... Want to dance?" "Right now?" "Right now. Let's go." You urge him, standing up from your seat as you hold up a hand for him to take. And he did, with a smile on his and your face, you let him guide you in the middle of the hall, causing people to move away as you move, probably confused at the same time because this is far from the custom this country has. And this, a dance was something common to his culture.

"(First name)!" It was only after the dance that you part ways with Thoma and meet up with your sister when the youngest came into you with... a lovestruck look on her face? "Who was that guy?" "Huh?" What is this sudden feeling of uneasy? You have never felt like this before. "The one you danced with! Who is he?!" She asked enthusiastically. "I have never seen him before! Who is he?" "Huh?" This time, your lips unconsciously curl up, the feeling of wanting to laugh and throw up was building up all at the same time. "(First name). Introduced me to him, please?" Huh? "Sure."

Imagine things happened fast. One moment your sister came up to you and the next moment you were introducing her to Thoma who seems to took a liking on her. Making you realise that this was in fact the first time they have meet, your sister has always been in one of the spare houses within the village and not in the main manor. On the heirs stats in their and so does Thoma, who happened to be your best friend and one of your close aide when he was on vacation to Inazuma.

"Your sister is very kind. I think... I think I may have liked her." He laughs and so did you. At the same time something inside you broke. Was it your heart? Maybe? But for the first time in your life, the urge to get away finally kicked in as if you have lost all means of any reason to stay. So that night. That night you left, you left as you have no other reason to stay with so many things waiting for you, your freedom.

Imagine how hurt, confused, and lost they all are when you left without a word. Not even a letter. But then again, everyone in your family, sisters aside seems to have moved on easily. But eventually he does too, leaving your family clan into the Kamisato, someone your other sister was once in a relationship with too and work there while being in a relationship with your youngest sister.

Imagine years after you were gone. Came back. As the main family gathered in the estate. With him standing next to your sister, all these years staying strong and engaged. His Lord, Kamisato standing rigt across him with your other sister by his side yet knowing the cold look on his face, he knew his Lord wasn't happy. Your parents currently out the room, greeting you probably who came back after long years of disappearance.

"It's... been so long... everyone." It was a voice he haven't heard for so long. A voice he have long forgotten but knows who it was if he had heard it in the middle of the crowd. And the very moment you emerge into the room. Everything seems to stop, your smile. It was brighter than ever, than those nights the two of you would sneak out to have some fun. This time, he knew you were happy. "Thoma! It's been so long! How are you."

Imagine he don't know how to reply, his heart beating wildly on his chest upon seeing you again. He without thinking, he pull you into a hug, breathing your scent he have missed for so long. Oh Archons, how much he missed you. "Hahahahahaha missed me that much Thoma?" "Oh you little- of course I do! How have you been?! Are you coming back for goo-" Mid sentence were you pulled away from him, a pair of strong arms warped around your waist pulling you away from Thoma. "Too close." Your fiance pout on your shoulder. Huh?

"Darling, behave. Don't embarrass me in front of an old friend." You giggle but doesn't break away from your lover's arms. Huh? "Oh right, Darling. This is Thoma, the one I often told you about in my childhood, the one who taught me how to play instruments? And Thoma, this is my fiance..." he couldn't hear it. But he could hear the a cracking noise from somewhere. Was it his own heart breaking? Why was it breaking? He was in love with your sister. Why is he feeling this way? Should he be feeling this way? Wh- huh?

"What are you doing here?" You spoke as you emerged from behind. It was midnight, and it was right after the banquet that everyone was supposed to sleep when you two happened to see each other from the old stop where the two of you often meet in the past to sneak out. "Can't fall asleep?" You asked and he shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm the same. Probably home sick, I'm glad that my lover was able to fall asleep easily though, probably quite nervous into meeting my family, specially upon confrontation with my parents." You chuckle and sat beside him.

Imagine the comfortable silence, or at least for you as he was drown in thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn't be having but right now, he does. "(First name)." "Yeah?" "Would you leave if I told you to stay?" "Back then? I would probably have." "I see." "But I don't think we would work out." "... What makes you think so?" "My sister was inlove with you, and you were in the process of falling for her. You know back then I would do anything for my sisters" You chuckle, looking from to the sky then on him. "Right?" And then he look away.

"I should get going." "Already?" "Yeah, my lover would be anxious not to see me by their side when they wake up." "You love them alot." "I do." You chuckle. "I do love them alot. I wouldn't come back here if I don't." You shook your head before standing up. "Don't stay up later for so long, you may catch a cold." You spoke then messes with his hair then started to walk outside. "And Thoma?" "... Yeah?" "Thank you for staying by my sister side. It's really good to see you again."

I loved you too early, and you love me too late.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Fun fact, Thoma and Ayato fell for the same reader. Another fun fact, Thoma and Ayato's idea came from my fictional novel 'She was' (totally not promoting.)

[strawberryama]

Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green knows you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma places gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck your stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about another but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name back a chant on your lips that drive you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Please!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “Youre so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved your down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around but this man who met you to chat over tea. Who cane to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you down so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

[pochipop]

＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — THEY COMFORT YOU AFTER A ROUGH DAY.

#. synopsis! — everyone has bad days. it's always nice when you don't have to deal with it alone .

#. characters! — thoma , itto , diluc, zhongli , xiao .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ THOMA !!

The moment he meets your eyes, Thoma knows something is wrong. Try as you might to hide it, stuffing your emotions down so as not to burden him with your problems, —he simply knows you too well to ignore the subtlety sullen expression you're wearing. His approach is gentle and comforting, greeting you with a warm hug. By no means is that out of the ordinary, —in fact, it would have likely felt more bizarre if he hadn't done so. However, this time he holds you a little closer and for a little while longer than he usually would.

"Are you hungry?" He asks the moment he pulls himself away, smoothing some loose strands of hair out of your face. "I can make you a snack if you'd like. I also just poured some dango milk, so feel free to drink up if you want some."

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It's hard to feel down when you're around Thoma, —maybe even impossible. His smile and laugh are infectious, and he brightens any room he steps foot in. He's so sweet that it's hard to believe he's real sometimes and not a story book prince that's come to life by way of some magical spell.

"No thanks," you shake your head, not feeling up to eating or drinking anything at the moment.

You're sure to thank him for his offers though.

"Is there anything you wanna talk about then?" He asks, being sure to tread lightly.

He doesn't want to make you feel pressured to tell him anything. If you'd like to keep things to yourself, that's more than okay, and Thoma completely respects that! However, he also wants to be sure that you know you can come to him when you need encouragement, advice, or even just someone to lend an ear to your troubles.

Of course, with a lover like Thoma, you already know all of that and more.

"It was just a hard day," you admit. "Nothing seemed to go right, and I kept making silly mistakes that I'd normally never have made any other time. I don't know why either. Everything just seemed to go wrong."

He looks at you with sympathetic eyes, hand reaching out to grasp for yours. Thoma smoothes his thumb across the ridge of your knuckles, nodding in understanding.

"Everyone has days like that," he assures you, voice so sweet it might as well be dripping with honey. "Sometimes easy tasks just don't go the way we'd like them too, and that can be frustrating. But you made it through, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you nod in confirmation, "I did."

"Because you're strong, and nobody should be judged by their roughest days. Tomorrow's another chance to start again, do things differently, and ease yourself back into normalcy."

He sing-songs a "but," free hand reaching out to grasp for your own.

"Tonight is a chance to let things go and know that you can fix them later on. So, for now, —let me rub your shoulders for a while, and then I'll make dinner. Your favorite. How's that sound?"

You feel your stress slipping away in his wake, and you pull him in for another warm hug. Thoma squeezes you a little tighter, pressing a fervent kiss to your temple in the process. There's always been something about him that's soothed you, calmed your stormy seas into little more than lapping tides. It's easy to forget your problems when you're with him.

"You're the best," you mumble into his chest, which leaves Thoma grinning from ear to ear.

When it comes to you, he's foolishly lovesick. You make his heart race a mile a minute, and he loves every second of it. "I am pretty cool," he playfully agrees, "—but you're the best, actually. Now come sit, make yourself comfortable and I'll help get rid of some of this tension."

𖦹. ━ ITTO !!

Itto tends to be a little oblivious to the feelings of others. Actually, he can be pretty aloof in regard to his own emotions as well, so it can't really be helped that he doesn't immediately notice that you're a little upset. You tell yourself it's probably for the best anyway, —he seems to have had a fairly good day, no complaints to make note of, and you don't want to simmer his mood down. Even so, it's almost impossible to keep up a happy-go-lucky facade after your stress filled day. From start to finish, it was as if the world were stacking all odds against you.

By the time you were halfway through, you were already prepared to just go home and shut out the rest of the world for at least the rest of the night. But forgoing your responsibilities just wasn't an option, unfortunately.

Eventually, Itto picks up on your unusual amount of silence and decides to ask if everything is alright. He takes a seat next to you and places his large hands on his thighs, thumbs curling under his palms.

"You haven't said much since you got back," he notes, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, —everything's fine," you say, but you can't tell if you're trying to reassure him or yourself more with those words.

It's a little white lie. . .

"I'm just tired," you elaborate. "Guess the day felt longer than it really was."

"You just seem sad," the oni says, "and I don't like it when you're sad. It makes me sad."

"Oh. . . I-I'm sorry," you apologize reflexively, "today was just a little rough and I. . ."

Your words trail off, but Itto quickly corrects himself.

"Don't be sorry! All I meant was that I don't like seeing you look sad because you deserve to be happy! But, humans and oni. . . We both have feelings! I know it can't be helped sometimes, so you have nothing to be apologizing for. It's only natural."

Somehow, that sentiment you were already well aware of makes you crack the first smile of the day. Maybe it was just something in the way he said it, but it brightened your mood with ease.

"Thank you," you tell him, slinking yourself into his side.

The sudden touch surprises him a little, but he welcomes it all the same. He places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and allowing you to snuggle into his body. His lips ghost along the crown of your head.

"You can stay at my side as long as you need,* Itto tells you, "—even if that means you'll be here forever."

Of course, that's an outlandish prospect by all accounts. Even so, the idea of it doesn't seem half bad. If you could spend the rest of your life surrounded by his warmth, you probably would, —and who could really blame you? At the end of the day, your soft-hearted boyfriend is little more than a giant teddy bear.

A teddy bear with a lot of built-up muscle and a lengthy criminal record, but a teddy bear nonetheless!

𖦹. ━ DILUC !!

Diluc doesn't ask right away. The last thing he wants to do is overstep, and although he doubts you'd feel that way about his inquiry, he doesn't want to risk making a wrong move and spoiling your already sour mood even more so. His top priority in the situation is your well being, —so he whips you up something fresh to drink and even offers to prepare something for you to snack on.

He feels more comfortable asking about your downtrodden expression once you've taken the drink. As you sip on it, Diluc places a single hand softly on your shoulder, a reassuring warmth seeping from his palm to your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"Did something happen today?" He asks.

You bite at the inside of your cheek, struggling to be completely honest. It was just a rough day from the very beginning, and things had progressively gotten worse as it went along. It was hard juggling all of your missed steps on top of everything else, and by the time you were free to go home, you were left with a heavy feeling in your chest. Even so, you don't want to bring Diluc into it. You know his job is stressful enough as it is, especially when he doubles as the midnight vigilante that protects Mondstadt from the shadows once the moon makes its way into the sky. 

"Just. . . Just some small things that built up, I guess. Nothing horrible, but my day could have gone a lot smoother," you acknowledge truthfully.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Diluc suggests, thinking that maybe getting the finer details off your chest would help to alleviate some of your displeasure.

You decline the offer, knowing that rehashing things now will only make you feel silly for being so blue about it all in the aftermath. Still, you make sure to tell Diluc that you're appreciative of his offer.

The drink he made for you is halfway gone by the time he slips his arms around your waist and rests him chin on the crown of your head. It's a simple gesture, but you can't help but to feel special when Diluc pulls you close to him like this. He's so reserved that only you get to experience such acts from him, and knowing that makes your heart skip a beat.

"It's okay if you're not interested in talking about things," he says, reassuringly so. "Just know that I love you, and if you change your mind, I'm always here to listen."

Diluc tends to be more of a read-between-the-lines type of guy, so for him to be so upfront is a bit of a surprise. A welcome one, granted, but a surprise nonetheless.

"But, if you don't, that's fine too," he continues. "It's up to you. And I'll be here no matter what."

His sudden vocality is a bit startling if you're being honest, but you appreciate his effort to be more communicative nonetheless. You lean into his warmth, finding comfort there. His body heat seems to dim all the negative thoughts and feelings plaguing you after your less than stellar day.

He offers you a few small pecks to the apple of your cheek for good measure.

𖦹. ━ ZHONGLI !!

Though Zhongli has only lived amongst humans for a short time in comparison to what his appearance might lead many to believe, he's become quite adept at ascertaining emotions from small details. He's become especially good at identifying your moods in particular, so it comes as little to no shock when you come home after a fairly rough day and Zhongli almost immediately catches onto your thinly veiled fretting.

"Today didn't quite go as planned, I presume?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on your knee as he takes a seat beside you

It's a small geture, but it means the world to you.

"Not exactly," you reply. "Nothing that happened was all that bad, but it became harder for me to focus once my rhythm had been thrown off, and I ended up scrambling for the rest of the day."

Zhongli nods in understanding.

"Some days are harder than others. The best you can give will be different at any given time, so it's important to acknowledge your efforts and treat yourself with kindness, even when you don't feel like you're working to the fullest of your capabilities."

Ah, there he goes again, being so wise. You can't help but to smile when he speaks to you like this, tailoring advice to you from his long history of experiences. When you tell him things, no matter how disjointed at times, he seems to see right through all the inconsistencies and the emotions that get jumbled up in the mix, cutting through to the heart of the problem no matter what it may be.

"I'll keep that in mind," you nod, "—thank you."

He senses very quickly that you feel something is missing but don't have the nerve to ask for it. He pauses, waiting to see if you'll cave and just be honest about your desires. When you don't, however, Zhongli decides to offer himself to you.

"Would you like a hug?" He asks, pressing the flat of his palm to the crown of your head affectionately.

You're a bit embarrassed that it was so easy to see through you, but you're certainly not in any place to turn him away. After all, you really do want that hug. So, you nod your head, and Zhongli smiles at you softly before pulling you into his embrace.

𖦹. ━ XIAO !!

As someone who hasn't spent much time around humans or the adepti that live among them, Xiao is quite a bit out of touch with his own feelings, —as well as everyone else's. Emotions aren't an easy thing to muster up for him, nor to understand in others. Still, he's by no means oblivious to the way you don't greet him as happily when he shows up at random this evening.

Even so, he says nothing of it until hours have passed, the evening sunlight has been replaced by a waning moon, and you've yet to truly seem like yourself.

"Are you unhappy?" Xiao eventually asks.

He maintains a steady distance for the time being, uncertain of what it is you need. If he were to go off his own personal experiences, he'd likely give you space and time to sit alone and think, to process, to grieve whatever's happened. . . But he's proficient enough in the way humans work now to understand that being alone isn't always preferable. In fact, now that he's thinking about it, being alone hasn't always been preferable to him, either.

"Unhappy?" You parrot, "—I don't think I'd say that, no. . . I'm just a little down is all."

He nods in understanding and closed the gap between you a bit, standing nearer to you.

"Is there a reason why?"

He asks because, from what Xiao has gathered, sometimes humans just feel sad because they do, with no inherent rhyme or reason.

"Not a singular one, no," you shake your head, "but a lot of small things built up over the course of the day, and I ended up. . . Feeling really overwhelmed," you elaborate.

Now that Xiao understands. He knows what it's like to be completely and utterly in over your head, floundering for breath, making mistake after mistake. He understands very well the way pressure builds inside the body, threatening to explode in any form it can, —whether in sadness, anger, frustration, or something completely different altogether.

"Is there something I can do to help?"

Such a simple gesture, and yet it means the world to you.

You don't need anything in particular. It's obvious that you can just try again tomorrow, be better than you were today. . . You know how to fix things, how to men your mistakes and get quickly back on track. But the fact that Xiao is so clearly going outside of his comfort zone to offer you refuge away from yourself is enough to make your heart jump in the cavern of your chest.

"Could I just have a hug?" You inquire honestly.

Though Xiao is quite a bit taken aback by that, he sees no point in denying you one. So, he nods his head and wordlessly accepts you into his arms, holding you close. One of his hands comes up to lie flat against the back of your head. He doesn't say it, but you know you can stay there for as long as you need.

[dumplingsfordays]

i'm your best friend, no?

pairing - best friend!roommate!thoma x reader

genre - fluff (comfort)

summary - after your (now ex) bf sends you some very... questionable texts, thoma, like the sweetheart that he is, lends a helping hand.

cw!: cheating, implied sex (between reader's bf and someone else), thoma being super duper sweet <3

note - couldn't pick a character bc I live for comfort fics so decided to do an (imo) underrated one 😭😭 haven't written for genshin in a bit so likeee might write some for it later

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ping!

ping!

ping!

ping!

You opened your eyes lazily, with a sigh escaping your slightly chapped lips. Your phone on your bedside table was making noise. What time was it, even?

Reaching over to grab it, you felt your head spin a little and feeling the chap-ness of your lips, you gave them a quick lick before turning on your phone.

Who sends this many notifications at 2 in the morning?

You glanced at the sender. Oh. That makes much more sense.

39 messages from babe

"Ughhhh... it's way too early for this."

ping!

ping!

"Oh, fine!" you whispered angrily to yourself, opening the messages. "It'll be fine, y/n, he probably just wants to apologize for yesterday. Always does."

To your shock and disappointment, the messages weren't an apology. They were photographic (and even audio, which disgusted you infinitely more) evidence of him cheating on you with some brunette girl. The first thing you noticed was how pretty she looked - wide doe eyes, reddened lips... and then you saw the background and other details of the photos and almost vomited.

Almost immediately your eyes shot to the texts, praying that you would find an apology or at least an excuse.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

What. The. Fuck.

All the other texts were written in the same fashion. There were no apologies or excuses - only sleazy, vile invitations and comments on how the brunette did everything so much better than you did. Was he trying to make you jealous by cheating on you? If so, it didn't work at all. You were positively horrified.

Diving under your blanket with record speed, you started to quietly sob. Fat tears formed at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled violently as you shuddered. How could he? Why? Were you not good enough for him? Were your eyes too big or too small? Were your lips too pale or too red? Was your personality annoying?

You knew what to do, but you didn't have the strength to do it.

And then, interrupting your thoughts, came a voice. Your roommate's voice, specifically.

"Hey, you alright in there?"

You didn't want to call out and pretend that you were sleeping, but alas, your brain chose otherwise before you could even decide.

"Y-yeah," you sniffled, "I'm good."

"No you're not, you're crying. I can hear it in your voice."

God, why did he have to be so insistent?

"y/n," he continued. "If something's happened you can always tell me. I'm your best friend, no?"

After a pause you reluctantly accepted. "Oh, fine."

You shifted, lifting the blanket and sliding your feet into the slippers beside your bed. They were unpleasantly cold, but you didn't really care - the floor was probably colder, and this was better than nothing. Slippers squeaking slightly on the floor, you made your way to the door and opened it to a very messy-looking, and very worried, Thoma.

"Hey, sweetie," he muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows, using that oh-so-familiar nickname. You smiled sadly in return. The blond reached out to you and pulled you in for a hug, and as you felt his arms loop around you, he sighed into your shoulder.

"C'mon, tell me what happened."

At this you couldn't hold in your tears any longer. They poured out of your eyes like a river, probably staining the white shirt that he had on, but he didn't seem to mind - in fact, he leaned in and let you hold on to him.

Deciding that it was best to let you lay down, Thoma scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bed, where he placed you on the sheets, covering you with the blanket as you sniffled.

"My boyfriend," you started, grasping Thoma's hands in yours, "he- he sent me some texts just now and-"

You burst into tears all over again. Just say it, you thought to yourself, just do it! Why is this so hard for you, y/n?

"Oh, sweetie," Thoma cooed in return, leaning over to hug you warmly. "Do you wanna show me the texts or do you want me to wait a sec?"

You nodded weakly, plucking your phone from where you left it on the nightstand and unlocking it. You handed it to Thoma, whose eyes widened upon glancing at the messages. His brows furrowed as he scrolled further down, only raising in disgusted shock as he reached the bubble that finally made you break.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

"What the fuck is your boyfriend thinking?" he whispered, looking back at your reddened cheeks and trembling lip as he finally laid down beside you.

"I don't know," you replied, sliding farther under the covers. "I mean, he did this before, but he apologized-"

"y/n, he did this before? And you didn't dump him?"

"N-no, but-"

"Sweetie," he sighed as he put the phone back and hugged you again. "When your partner cheats on you, never stick around. Doesn't matter how much they shower you in praise or how many dates they take you on, 90% of the time they will do it again. You put your trust in him and he broke it twice. I'd say that's more than enough cause to leave him."

"But why did he do it? Are my eyes too small or big compared to that girl in the picture? Am I uglier than her? Is my personality worse? Am I a bad person, Thoma?"

His expression turned from one of perplexed anger to one of consolation as he spoke.

"No, no, you're a wonderful person," he said gently, "I honestly don't know either. You're gorgeous and stunning and every time I see you, you bring a smile to my face regardless of how bad of a day it's been. You're not a bad person and I hate to see you think of yourself that way."

His hands gave yours a small, comforting squeeze as you sniffled.

"Thanks, Thoma. I think you're a wonderful person too," you smiled softly, tears still running down your cheeks.

He chuckled quietly in return. "Of course. Now, are you gonna go to bed, or do you wanna stay up for a little bit and watch a movie or something?"

"A movie sounds nice. But we're watching it together, right?"

"Only if you want to."

"Yeah, I do."

Returning your smile, he sat up, still holding your hand, and as you grabbed a large blanket from your closet, you realized that you couldn't have wished for a better roommate.

[ninlilwinds]

Cooking with the boys

Summary: Reader is cooking with the genshin boys

Characters: Diluc, Thoma, Childe

All but Childe’s can be seen as either platonic or romantic 

A/N: Kind of rushed and bad, but I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy.

You prepared the ingredients whilst Diluc made sure to cut them up and handle the hot oil and boiling water. You had decided to make homemade french fries that day after being outside working at the vineyard all day.

You would clean the the potatoes and peel them, Diluc would cut, boil and fry, and finally you were taste tester 

Every time Diluc heard you going too fast with the peeling, he would look over and tell you to slow down before you hurt yourself 

And of course, you accidentally cut yourself after going fast and realizing Diluc was waiting for you. Blood came out of the wound and Diluc sighed, placing it under the sink to wash the water off as you winced. 

“I told you to be careful.” he gently scolded, wrapping you finger with a bandaid before grabbing the peeler himself. He would tell you to take a break and add the spices and condiments you wanted to the one that was finished.

Besides that small inconvenience you had tons of fun with him 

Thoma wanted to perfect making this particularly hard bread recipe, one that if you did one wrong measurement would get too hard, deflate, or all of the above. 

He’d try a few times by himself, but then finally enlisted your help. Making the dough and kneading it was harder than you thought, but not for any reason.

Thoma and you kept laughing and joking about anything. You got flour on your cheek? Expect to be laughin for the next 5 minutes. You tripped and bumped into him? Another laughing session 

It was a very joyful kitchen, and even caught the attention of other maids and the Kamisato siblings. Ayato and Ayaka soon joined in too with making the bread. 

In a day or so when you came back after leaving the dough to rise, you placed it in the oven crossing your fingers.

All of your previous helpers that had come in when they heard all the laughter waited in the common room drinking tea and chattering. WHen the bread was finally ready you all brought it out and placed it in the center of the table 

All eyes on the bread as Thoma picked up the knife and cut it, passing out the fresh slices. 

Everyone took a bite together, and soon cheers of success rang out. The bread was gone fast, and it tasted delicious. Turns out all Thoma needed was a little bit of joy, one you seemed to bring wherever you went 

Not being able to see Child every day because of his work always caused you some pain, eating your dinners alone and sleeping in the cold of night. 

So, whenever he comes over to welcome you, you're overjoyed, until you realize you haven't cooked anything. 

Since he’s been gone you’ve decided to just order food or go out to eat at places, rather than cook just for yourself. Some nights you didn’t even eat out for laziness.  

Childe would reassure u, kissing your forehead and taking out your two matching aprons, ready for your first activity to be cook your dinner together. 

You were both hungry, so most of the time it was a little bit for the pot, a little bit of the chefs. He would hold up food to your lips so you could try how the recipe was going so far. 

At the end of it all, he would eat with you catching up on everything that happened.

[kokomis-gf]

PLEASE GO FOLLOW MY NEW ACC @nanaswrrld I LIKE MY THEME BETTER THERE AND I REALLY WANT TO LEAVE THIS ONE. OBVIOUSLY I’LL TRY TO WRITE MY FANFICS OVER IN THAT ACCOUT RATHER THEN THIS ONE

[zoropookie]

HELP IM SO EMBARRASSED I LOVE MC BUT THE BREAK DOWN IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY OMGFFDSHC Love tohma forever and ever cause he didn't just watch us suffer but gave us comfort

maybe you guys were right about tohma x y/n

[saraelhxrmony]

"Wouldn't you like to see my cock bulging through here?"

Warning:

18+ only

Thoma x reader

Contains: Belly bulge, dirty talk, praises, over stimulation, clit playing, rough sex, squirting

Note: yeahhhH im pretty much obsessed with Thoma rn so might as well make these smuts. I can't help but let my imagination run so I set this as an opportunity.

Thoma carried you to the room while kissing you passionately. He layed you down and kissed your neck giving you hickeys along the way.

"Thoma..."

"Hmm? What is it?" He continues to give you hickeys all over you even biting your neck.

"I want you now, please hurry up"

Thoma chuckled "impatient now are we?"

He swiftly pulled off his shirt and all your clothes off.

"Bend over baby" Thoma commanded

You did as you were told, showing your cunt to him, all for him. He wasted no time in unzipping his pants and slamming his thick grith in you. You mewled and gripped the sheets due to the immense pleasuee, just how you like it.

"Hahh.. Fuck baby your so.. Ngh! Tight! Ahh such a good girl for me" Thoma praises you and started to ram his cock into you going rough immediately. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix almost making you lose it.

"Thoma..! Thoma! Fuck..! Please! uhng.."

"Please what baby? " Thoma whispered to your ear and biting it, he slowly slipped his hands towards your clit and starting playing with your clit. Pinching it and rubbing it fast which makes it heighten your sense of pleasure.

"Ahh.. Ngh! Please..More! Ugh! I want more Thoma..!" You started to tear up and lose it

"Oh look how greedy my baby is.." He kisses your tears and fasten his pace, slamming his cock over and over at the right spots. Thoma stopped playing with your clit and presses hard on the spot where his cock is bulging through, it made you flinch and moan loud.

"Hmm? See this baby? My cock is right here, bulging through this belly of yours, isn't that amazing?" Thoma smirked and rubbed your belly while pressing on it.

"T-thoma! Not there! Fuck! Ugnh..!! Haaah..Cumming!!" You squirted on his cock and drooled a lot.

"Oh..? You came right away just from me pressing on this belly bulge of yours? What a good girl you are" he bites your ear and presses your belly even harder as he keeps on thrusting deep in you, even if you had your orgasm, he didn't give you time to rests. Because of this, you felt pain due to overstimulation. Thoma used his left hand and slide it down to you clit, rubbing it as fast as he can while he rubs on your belly bulge and slamming his cock over and over again hitting your g-spot and kissing your cervix.

"I'm sure you can make 7 more orgasms right baby?"

"S..so good! Thoma! Uhn..! Im gonna cum!!"

Not soon after, you came the second time squirting all over his thick cock.

"Good girl baby, now 6 more to go~" He kisses your cheeks and continues to mercilessly ram his cock into you while he plays with your clit and plays with the bulge on your belly.

[xiaosmoon]

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

parings: thoma, xiao, & childe x gn!reader

warnings/content: fluffy! implied sex in thoma's but nothing explicit, semi public sex. xiao's is a tad bit inspired from his b-day letter! mention of childe's real name.

a/n: some are longer than others just because i was more inspired! if you guys want a part two let me know :)

-> thoma

out of everyone, thoma is probably more excited for your birthday than you! he's spent weeks prior to planning the perfect birthday bash, just for you.

he wants this day to be flawless and full of love and laughter! he had ayaka and yoimiya help of course, and they were more than delighted to!

the day started off with thoma cooking you the most mouth watering breakfast you have ever tasted. "why don't you cook for me like this everyday?" you sigh in delight, taking another bite of the fluffy pancake. thoma chuckled at your comment, ruffling your hair a little. "well then it wouldn't be very special, now would it?"

while ayaka and yoimiya were finishing up your surprise party, thoma was on "distracting y/n" duty. needless to say, he had a few ideas in mind that he was sure would keep you occupied for awhile.

he first had taken you out to a nice walk near the sparkling beaches of inazuma. the sight of you at such a beautiful place made his heart race. how was it possible for someone to look even more gorgeous? "hmm, you think i'm pretty?" oops, he said that out loud. your teasing smile only made his flustered state worse. "i- uh, well of course i think your pretty. the prettiest person i've ever seen." thoma averts his gaze to a near by seashell. you giggle to yourself, he's so cute. you gently take ahold of his face, forcing his eyes to meet yours again. "i think you're pretty too." you place a sweet kiss on his lips that he happily returns.

distracting you for the next hour just got a whole lot easier. your kisses turned hot very quickly, ultimately resulting in the both of you doing the devils tango right on the secluded beach. "what a wonderful birthday this has been." a devious hint to your tone. thoma smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead while rubbing small circles your bare back. "hmm indeed. let's go before someone sees us."

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"thoma, i swear you better watch where you're going." the blonde currently had his hands covering your eyes, carefully leading you to a nice secret spot right outside of inazuma city. "don't worry dove, i'm watching my step."

once reaching the perfect spot, thoma helped you carefully sit down before removing his hands. you blink a few times to shake away the blur. you take in your surroundings carefully. there was all types of yummy food displayed in front of you with a very cute candle illuminating the evening. "you brought me here? are we having a picnic?"

thoma smiles at the stars before taking a seat next to you. "after, there's another surprise waiting for you." he points at the sky, "look!"

and much to your surprise, a beautiful display of fireworks sparkled in the night sky. shades of your favorite color bursted left and right for all of the city to see. you audibly gasped at the sight. "it's, it's stunning."

while watching the fireworks, thoma takes the opportunity to take ahold of your hand. you smile at the new found warmth and squeeze it. "yoimiya really outdid herself this time didn't she." you whisper, as if speaking any louder would make the fireworks disappear.

you lean over to rest your head on thoma's shoulder. "thank you for today. it's all been so lovely. this might just be the best birthday i've ever had." thoma's heart swells at your comment. he places a loving kiss on your head. "just you wait til your next birthday!"

-> xiao

xiao wasn't sure why birthdays were such a big deal to mortals. you lived another year, congratulations. what's the need to celebrate?

he has had hundreds of birthdays and each one the same. well, all the same except this years. this year he had you, who made him the most mouth watering almond tofu he has ever tasted. you even went out of your way to gift him a small trinket (which he never takes off)

but after seeing how excited you were for your upcoming birthday, he decided to dive into some research on how mortals tend to celebrate. he asked verr goldet who was quite shocked to discover xiao has never celebrated anyone else's birth. "so you aren't sure what to gift y/n? i'm sure they'll love anything you get them."

that did not help. at all. so he went to the next knowledgeable person he knew. "birthdays? yes, it seems to be commonly celebrated by the liyuen people." zhongli brought his hand up to his chin, falling into deep thought. "i suppose you could make y/n a nice meal? or gift them something of meaning." xiao huffed. "but what do i gift them?" everyone repeated the same thing, gift them something. but what was he to gift someone who seemd like they already had everything?

so on the morning of your birthday, you were awaken to xiao sitting at the foot of your bed. rubbing the sleep away from your eyes and yawning, you slowly sit up. "xiao? what are you doing here so early?" you ask in a daze.

xiao keeps his eyes glued onto the floor. "it's your birthday. so i got you a few things. i placed them on your bedside table." you blink a few times, registering what he had just said. you turn your head to your nightstand, and there it was. a plate of fresh almond tofu and a few crystal flies.

"i wasn't sure what to gift you, so i caught a few crystal flies. i thought they would look pretty in your hair." your heart did a backflip. xiao, who has no interest in humans, just gifted you something for your birthday. to be honest, you weren't really expecting him to even remember your birthday.

you smile, and tear up a bit before tackling the adeptus onto your bed for a tight hug. xiao let out an oof. "a-are you alright?" xiao asks in worry, lightly placing his hands onto your back. "do you not like it? i-"

"no, no. i love it." you smile at him with the sweetest expression on your face that might just give him a heart attack. "i love it a lot. help me put the crystal flies in my hair?"

-> childe

much like thoma, childe would be so ecstatic about your birthday! i mean, it's a whole day to celebrate you! childe loves making you feel special, and your birthday is a perfect excuse for him to spoil you even more.

his siblings love their brother's dear s/o, so of course they're wanting to help make your birthday extra special! anthon and teucer spent all night helping childe bake your birthday cake! (they may or may not have eaten most of the icing but that's alright.)

the whole mean scary fatui harbinger has completely vanished for the day. right now, it's just your sweet ajax who's bringing you flowers at your front door, dressed in normal clothes. "hey, you're here early." you smile, opening the door to let your lover in. "well i just couldn't wait to see you! here, freshly picked flowers for the birthday kid." childe sheepishly grins, handing you the bouquet. you lightly brush your fingers against the colorful petals. "freshly picked flowers in schenznaya? seems too good to be true."

"i never said they were from schenznaya." childe quips, pressing a greeting kiss to your temple. you take a quick sniff of the beautiful aroma coming from the flowers before placing them in a vase. "so, what do you have planned for me today?"

and oh boy, were you in for a treat! childe took you to all of his favorite places in his hometown. a small cafe with the tastiest deserts, a small lake just outside of town with the prettiest sparkling trees, & even his favorite sledding slope he loved as a kid.

when finally tired and ready to relax, childe accompanied you to his home where his siblings were excitedly waiting to present you with the cake they worked very hard on.

as soon childe opened the door, you were tackled in hugs by tonia, anthon, and teucer. "happy birthday y/n!!! look, we baked you a cake!" "oh and here we even made you a card!" "ajax didn't let us come surprise you earlier."

you giggle at the children, hugging them all back. "well, i'm very happy that i'm finally able to celebrate with you all! now, how about we see that cake?"

and the cake did not disappoint. it was the cutest thing you've ever seen; decorated in white frosting with rainbow sprinkles and on top there was a "happy birthday y/n" written in red icing.

"lets have a taste, shall we?" childe smirked. before you could respond, childe had taken a bit of frosting and smeared it on your nose. "oh, two can play at that game." thanks to your quick reflexes, you were able to swipe some frosting and smack it on childe's cheek.

the beautiful cake that the kids worked so hard was not about to be turned into body paint. tonia sighed, taking the cake away from you two. "i'll be in the kitchen when you two decide to act like adults."

[captaincryolicious]

Dog Days

➳ Tohma x gn!reader (ft. best friend! Gorou)

➳ Oneshot ; 1.7k

➳ Modern au, First meeting ; No warnings, just a bit ooc but idc I just felt like writing~

You couldn't resist cooing at some cute pups you met on the streets, but then you find out their owner is just as cute. [28.O7.2O21]

Zep's note ; Nothing too special because my braincells were mostly preoccupied with a crisis regarding whether to write his name as Thoma or Tohma 😭

content under the cut | masterlist

"I'm tired, I thought the snackbar you mentioned was nearby?" you complained to your best friend, dragging your feet over the sidewalk. You felt as if you were betrayed, since you had been walking for nearly ten minutes and there still was no sign of your destination. 

     "Hey, that's what I thought, too," Gorou countered, putting his hands up in mocking surrender as he shot you an apologetic look. "How could I have known that I had the wrong direction in mind? People usually only notice this stuff when it's already too late and I am no exception." 

You couldn't really blame him; the neighborhood you two lived in was quite a maze at some places and you still managed to get lost on your way to the Seven Eleven you visited way too often. Your best friend losing his way while trying to find a newly established snackbar was a very valid excuse. 

      "You owe me a milkshake, boy."  

With that statement, you reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, knowing very well that he already promised to treat you to a milkshake anyway. It was your way of letting him know that you weren't mad at him in the slightest, but the pout wouldn't disappear from your lips until you had your refreshing drink on this hot summer evening. 

Well, that was what you thought, at least. 

You found out it was practically impossible to stop the smile crossing your face when you noticed two Shiba Inu puppies darting around in a dog field along the sidewalk. They were chasing each other as fast as their little paws could carry them, one letting out high-pitched barks excitedly while the other tried its very best not to fall over in the tall grass. It was a sight so endearing that you couldn't help the delighted squeal you let out.

      "Awww, Gorou!" you called, dashing to the fence that separated the enclosed field from its surroundings. "Look!"  

But that was unnecessary. Your best friend had already reached the fence, eyes sparkling in delight as he greeted the puppies. The two little fellas ceased their game of chase and waddled to the fence cutely, curious to the newcomers. You leaned over the balustrade as much as you could, extending your arm to one of the puppies. The tiny animal sniffled your hand warily, but it wasn't long before it decided to trust you, allowing you to scratch underneath its fluffy chin.

Maybe taking the wrong direction and getting sidetracked on your way to the snackbar wasn't that bad after all. 

      "They're even fluffier than you," you marveled, laughing when the other puppy licked your hand. You had stopped caring about your milkshake completely by now. 

     "Hey, don't compare me to a dog," Gorou whined, giving you a not-so-convincing frown. 

     "Ah, my bad, you're right," you said, pretending to be sorry before you grinned teasingly. "A dog is a bit too far fetched. You're literally a puppy." 

Your best friend huffed at your words, facing away from you to look at the puppy through the fence. Yet, you didn't miss the pout that tugged on his lips, and you chuckled softly. Of course you meant no harm; it was merely a little inside joke that arose between the two of you after a while of hanging out together, and you often called him puppy jokingly. 

You too redirected your attention back towards the puppy in front of you, who was impatiently waiting for you to give it some affection again – despite it being very limited by the fence. The baby animal pushed its nose against your hand lovingly, and you couldn't help the aww you let out. 

     "You're adorable," you smiled, booping the puppy's nose softly. 

     "Thanks," a new voice replied, and you froze.

You instantly wanted to tell the newcomer that your words weren't meant for them. You really, truly, genuinely wanted to tell them that. But the moment you looked up to scold the person for being so presumptuous, those words got caught in your throat and refused to spill from your lips. 

A guy was leaning against the fence, tall, blond, and really handsome. An easy grin was playing on his lips, and his green eyes regarded you with amusement and curiosity. 

     "I can say the same for you, though," the male added, offering you a quick wink with a playful smile. 

You stopped breathing for a second upon his words, unable to look away even when you felt your cheeks turning red. He let out a breathy chuckle, obviously amused by your oh so obviously flustered demeanor. 

Dang, you were just cooing over two adorable puppies barely a minute ago. What was happening? Why was there suddenly a really cute guy talking to you? You turned to Gorou for a second, mildly panicking on the inside, but he did nothing but wiggle his eyebrows before he looked away. 

     "Heh, I'm sorry," the blond male spoke up, and the sound of his voice pulled your gaze towards him once more. "My name is Tohma, and these little guys are mine." 

The guy – or Tohma – gently picked up the puppy that had been darting around his feet, hugging it to his chest while still leaning over the fence so you could finally freely pet it as well. If you found the courage to do so, at least. 

     "This is Taro, and the other is Chiko." 

The teasing smile on Tohma's face merged into a softer one, and you swallowed before hesitantly reaching out to pet the puppy in his arms. Your fingers slowly carded through the floof, and the way Taro looked at you happily gradually eased your nerves. 

     "Hi, I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself, and you weren't even sure yourself who it was directed to; Taro or its owner. Tohma didn't seem to mind, though, and he just looked at you warmly. 

     "Pleasure to meet you." 

     "Oh no," Gorou suddenly gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Y/N, I'm afraid I have to go." 

Your hand froze – much to the Shiba's dismay – and you shot your friend a puzzled look. He had to go? Out of the blue? Conveniently in a situation like this? You weren't buying it at all. 

     "What? All of a sudden?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at the smaller guy next to you suspiciously. He definitely had ulterior motives. 

     "I just spontaneously remembered the extreme amount of homework I have yet to deal with," your friend explained, looking all but genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, see ya later, Y/N. Maybe you can bribe this guy into joining you for a milkshake~" 

And then he walked off, not even giving you a moment to process what was happening – let alone give you the time to call him out and keep him from scurrying off. 

     "It's summer vacation," Tohma commented as you watched your best friend leaving the street you were in, mentally cursing him for bailing on you. 

     "I know," you sighed, your mood so bummed that you temporarily forgot how this handsome guy managed to fluster you only a moment earlier. It was but a small moment of bliss, though, and it all came back when your gaze met his pretty green eyes again. 

To make a relatively short story even shorter; you and your best friend got lost, met two cute puppies, their insanely fine owner showed up, your best friend ditched you, and now you were alone with the aforementioned cute owner. 

Eh? 

     "So, about that milkshake–" Tohma started, his voice trailing off near the end. 

     "Yeah, I was planning to get one but I just got ditched by my best friend," you murmured, having mixed feelings about the developments of the current events at hand. 

     "I wouldn't mind taking his place, as he so kindly suggested," the blond male shrugged, looking at you to see your reaction. He had stated it nonchalantly, but you weren't blind; you could see the hope for a yes in his eyes. 

     "Uh, I wouldn't mind either," you replied. Tohma's face lit up at your answer, and it wasn't hard to miss even when he tried to hide it. 

You weren't sure what exactly was going on, but you decided to just go with the flow. In the worst case scenario, it would end in a fiasco and you'd have to avenge Gorou for his actions, but maybe it wouldn't come that far. Tohma seemed like a cool and pretty chill person, so it wasn't all that bad. Oh, and his puppies were absolutely adorable. 

     "Nice," the male grinned, handing the puppy in his arms to you over the fence. "I know a place where they have nice milkshakes and they allow dogs. It's a win-win, if you'd ask me." 

You carefully took Taro from him, and the Shiba was more than happy when you hugged it against your chest softly. Tohma picked up Chiko, and you both made your way to the exit of the dog field, each on a different side of the wooden fence. And then he was on your side, without anything that stood between you. Dang, you just cooed over two puppies and now you were suddenly getting a milkshake with their owner? What an unexpected turn. 

     "Well, Y/N," the blond male started, watching how Taro dozed off in your arms while Chiko placed its tiny paws on your legs as soon as Tohma put him down. "Looks like my little friends already approved of you." 

It wasn't hard to pick up on his easygoing vibe, and you managed to relax a little as you shot him a smile. 

     "Then we have a good start, hm?" 

His smile widened, and suddenly you weren't mad at Gorou anymore. Who knew that two little Shiba Inu pups could be some excellent wingmen? This was going to be interesting. 

[sohcah-toa]

hiiii your childe sick fic was adorable 🥺 i love him so much

can i request something similar with thoma? i've been sick for a few days (cold or smth i guess) and i keep thinking about falling asleep on his chest and him using his vision to heat up his hands and massage anywhere painful 😭 hes so cute 😭 don't worry if you don't wanna !!

Concern | toa

cw — fluff, thoma x sick reader, thoma is inlove with you but you don't know about it

n — i hope you feel better soon 🥺 thank you so much. tip or donate at ko-fi, content under the cut

synopsis: Thoma thought you were mad at him

Thoma was feeling antsy. You and him had an argument yesterday and now he has no idea where you are or what you're doing. He really wants to not care, to show he's tougher than you but he's so worried, he couldn't handle it. He tried asking everyone close to you, but all of them haven't seen you.

The fight wasn't even that big a deal. You just argued whether an ice cream should be bitten or licked. You picked bite while he picked lick, you told him that's because he was too soft, it was a playful argument but turned into a debate none the less. Thoma's worried that you took it the wrong way, maybe he's the only one who thought of it as playful.

He immediately went to buy something for you. Dango in a milk, fruits, something to drink. Anything he could ever think of before going to your house.

He knew where you lived, knew where you hide the spare key because you told him. He usually goes in and out as he pleases, you don't mind. He immediately went in and started apologizing "I'm sorry!! You were right, I'm too soft! I can't even handle not seeing you half of the day, look at me! I even bought you — wait" he jogged towards you, putting all the food he bought on the table.

You just stared at him, you were laying in your bed with a thermometer on your mouth and some wet towel on the side of your bed "Thoma, what are you doing here?"

"You're sick? You're not mad at me? That's not important right now. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He asked, he immediately changed the towel on your forehead "Oh no, you're burning, how did you even manage to take care of yourself?"

"I'm — tougher than you" You sneezed. You always tease him, saying that you're waaaay tougher, that you could take on anything "Must be the battles, my body is aching"

"You're fighting too hard" he sighed, frowning. He looked so adorable just now "Did you eat?"

"Thoma, I can only do — so much, I haven't eaten — yet" Your sentences were full of coughs and sneezes. Your voice was different, but you tried your best to show him that you're fine.

He stood up then started preparing in silence, letting you rest, his moves were swift. He was really good, in just a few minutes he already finished cooking. He helped you sit down then started feeding you.

"I can feed myself, Thoma, you should leave, thank you for the food" You said, grabbing the spoon but you were far too weak to even feed yourself so you dropped it. Earlier, you were still feeling a bit fine, hence why you could prepare the wet towels and the thermometer but now you feel weaker than ever. You even feel cold.

Thoma cleaned up the mess you made in a jiffy "Don't be stubborn, alright? I'll feed you" he was blushing as he says this. He was too shy so he keeps averting his gaze everytime he takes the spoon to your mouth.

"I'll be fine really" You protested, but still you kept eating the food he was giving you. It was too good to be ignored "Don't you have other things to do?"

He shook his head "No, I'll be here. I thought you were mad at me"

"Mister, do you think I'm that low?" You said, drinking water after. You feel a lot better than before but still kind of worse "What did you bring me?"

Thoma's eyes widen, he placed the spoon in your mouth almost immediately to divert your attention "N-Nothing! Just get some rest"

"Thoma, go home, I know you're always busy" you say, it was true, Thoma had a lot to do today but he can't just leave you alone especially that you're sick.

He placed the spoon in your mouth again to stop you from talking "Don't be stubborn, alright?" then he thought of something "I know, you said your body was aching right?"

You nodded "Yeah, but I'll be fine"

"A massage just might work" He said, putting the plate he was holding down "Alright, a massage it is, you should take off your shirt" he said it unconsciously

"Thoma!!" You exclaimed, coughing multiple times "Did you just hear yourself?!" then he immediately blushed, realizing what he just told you

"B-But—" he looked at everything except for you "How can I massage — i-if—" he kept stuttering, feeling embarrassed. It was fine if it was others, he really doesn't care about them but you, taking your shirt of in front of him, it was going to be too much for him "I-I want to make you feel better"

Even though Thoma's kind, gentle and soft, he can be quite stubborn. You sigh "Turn around" your face flared up, asking yourself what you're doing right now.

You laid on your chest quickly after removing your shirt "It's fine now" then Thoma turned back around. He was afraid to even touch you but he really thinks a massage would make you feel better.

He gathered his courage then started the massage. He would do a technique where he'd use his vision to make the massage feel better and boy did it work.

You tried to prevent yourself from moaning out loud but it felt so heavenly that you couldn't help but do so "You're good at this"

He gulped, he was a blushing mess, he was thankful you couldn't see his face right now "Y-You feel warm, but I assure you this would make you feel better"

He used another technique, where fire was visible but it didn't feel extremely hot at all, he has full control of what he was doing. Being extra careful because it was you.

"Thank you Thoma, you were right. I can breathe easily and the pain is just gone, poof, this is amazing" You can't help but praise him, making him more embarrassed, his heart was basically beating on his face.

—

After the massage you put your shirt back on then fell asleep without even noticing it. Thoma took the time to clean up and arrange the food he got for you on your pantry.

He kept looking at you, worried, he sighed while cleaning up "When will I be able to say my true feelings?"

After cleaning everything up, which he did for only a short time, he sat beside the bed, staring at you. Changing the towel on your forehead from time to time.

You sneezed while sleeping and that made him smile "You're so adorable, you act all tough but you're soft as well, not everybody knows this" he stroked your hair gently "I wish I had the courage to tell you" he held your hand tightly with a soft look on his face.

Thoma was about to prepare a warm drink for when you wake up but you unconsciously pull his hand while you were sleeping. This surprised Thoma, leaving him blushing yet again.

"Thoma?" You mutter in your sleep "Lay down with meeeeee Thomaaa" you sniffed, pulling him closer to the bed while you were sleeping

"H-hey! Y/n, wake up" Thoma mumbled under his breath but you pulled him even closer, making him fall on the bed. You immediately hug him.

"You're so fluffy Thomaa" You said, hugging him closer to you "Staaay"

Thoma gulped, feeling extremely nervous, he laid on the bed awkwardly as you hug him tightly, not letting go. You were stronger than him, he couldn't shrug you off.

"I'm fluffy?" Thoma said pointing at himself, maybe he could let himself have this moment. He loosened up. He fixed your position, making you lay down on his arm. For Thoma it felt surreal.

As you lay on his arm, your arms and legs wrap around him, hugging him like a long pillow, your head laying on his chest "Thoomaa, m'hungrryyyy" you were sleep talking because of how tired you've been lately also because of the medicine Thoma made you drink earlier.

Thoma giggled, having this moment for himself "Alright, alright, I'll cook you something later" his face was almost smoking from embarrassment.

What you said next, left Thoma speechless.

"I like you, Thoma. Do you like me?" You were still sleeping but he double checked if you still were. He felt so guilty about hearing your confession while you're fast asleep "Heyyyyy answer"

This was all the sign he needed. He would definitely confess once you wake up. He was blushing while cuddling with you, unsure of when to move or what move he should make.

You were always tough so seeing you like this, vulnerable and acting all cute, made Thoma felt special. He definitely loves you.

— END

[tartagliaxx]

" FROM PHILIA TO EROS "

━━ ☆ PAIRING: thoma/fem!reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: ice skating was your first love and to share it with your current love now might be enough reason to fall in love with it all over again.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: figure skating!au, a little suggestive, mutual pining, one curse word

━━ ☆ OOGA BOOGA: reblogs are much appreciated!!

you were seven when the volunteer coach in your town's rundown skating rink told you that you should pursue a career in figure skating and you were seventeen when you wished you didn't.

no one told you that it was a lonely sport — that beyond the glamor of sparkling dresses and perfectly pinned buns were anxious little girls conditioned to believe that even a stumble would cost them everything they've worked hard for. god forbid it happens but if you fall, you're lucky enough to escape with scoffs and a disappointed shake of heads. reality is much harsher than that, though. you've seen worse happen. when you fall, you receive a pin-drop silence that speaks louder than words. it's judgment and if you didn't know any better, you would've likened it to a bunch of hypocrites yelling 'shame on you' until their throats were all raw and hoarse. it's scary and you were certain you've woken up from nightmares eerily similar to such. those nights, you all but skinned yourself alive just to rid yourself of the invisible crawlers that scratched at your skin.

you won a gold medal the year that you entered the seniors league but you weren't happy. that day, the woman behind the title 'tsaritsa' — given to her for her wonderful grace and commanding presence on the ice during her prime — approached you and offered you a spot on her skating club. you accepted, of course. who were you to be ungrateful? still, you vividly remember how stiff your smile was and how fake hers was. you realized then that the aesthetics of figure skating showcased the skaters' sincerity just as much as it hid the dirty politics and business deals that occur under the tables.

figure skating is a lonely sport. when you're on the ice, you're all alone. no one would be there to help you up. no one would stop the music to offer a hand and certainly no one would stop the routine to ask if you're okay. when you're off the ice, you're still all alone. the media is there taking pictures of you even if you don't want them taken, sure, and there is more than one journalist who is hellbent on starting some nonexistent drama between you and your competitors. they're always there but they never see you — just the you that wears some new, strange facade when you're competing for the medal.

you once thought that skating was liberating but as you stare at the rink now...

"is something troubling you?" a palm hovers over your back and you turn to see thoma sporting a worried look, "you can always talk to me if that's what you need..."

the rink was warm and... for the first time, you weren't alone.

"it's nothing... just a little nervous, i guess? it's been a while since i competed. y'know..."

"after that mess with rosalyne?" you smiled bitterly, half-thankful that thoma finished the sentence for you.

there were only about three more minutes left before you set foot on the ice again. it's daunting and at the same time, relieving. you hated the stares and the gossips and the injustice but at the same time, you loved skating and you'll always do but most especially now. from your peripheral, you could see thoma flexing and unflexing his fingers around the railing. a nervous habit — he told you when you questioned him before but as you spent more time with him, you had your own discoveries. it was a nervous habit that comes when he wants to say something but can't.

"what now?"

"hm?" thoma blinked, immediately putting on a mask of indifference but you only shook your head in exasperation.

"you can tell me anything." a hand subconsciously reached up to fix the strand that fell from his gelled hair, "no hiding away."

ironically, you were a bit of a hypocrite yourself.

the first thing you did when he looked at you was to hide. you're in your element when you're in the cold but thoma was everything in this world but never cold. he's like the sunshine peeking from the clouds after a week of rain. he likes making people smile so he tells the cheesiest lines and the worst jokes you've ever heard. they laugh at him instead and thoma pouts before the grin comes back two-fold. it doesn't matter if they were laughing at him and not at his joke. he's fine with it as long as the people he cared about are happy.

he's the sunshine that wakes you up in the morning — all-natural and none of the loud, incessant buzzing of your phone's alarm. thoma feels and looks just as pretty as the cream, sheer curtains that gently billow with the wind, softening the light into something more familiar. when thoma genuinely smiles for the right reasons, he smiles gently. the tenseness on his shoulders ease and his gaze wraps around you tenderly. when he smiles, it feels like he's taking you in his arms and you're content.

thoma is the sunshine at noon that makes you squint in faux irritation. you've learned to get used to his midnight calls. he'll apologize though a part of you believed that he didn't mean it before rambling about this new show he found on netflix. give it a few more moments and he'll invite you to have a watch party with him. that's as much as a routine as your program was. you couldn't hate him for it though because thoma only calls when your mind was too quiet to be considered good. maybe he has a sixth sense or maybe it's all just a coincidence... you don't dare question it because just like the midday sun, it was thoma who came up to you when it was too dark to see.

"thanks. you're a great friend."

to him, you were a good friend and a change of pace. to you, he was the reason you're still pursuing your first love, and... he was your definition of love too.

"representing inazuma..."

your lips quirked up to match thoma's when your name was called alongside his. it was one of the most beautiful things you've ever heard.

"ready to go?"

"no but..." thoma blinked, not expecting the giddy smile that made your eyes crinkle in delight. "i know you have my back and it makes the crowd a little less scary in my eyes."

he's never seen you this... happy. you've always glowed differently when you're on the ice — his eyes were sharp enough to see that and besides, ayato was hellbent on making sure his eyes never strayed too far from you. his friend was cheeky and mischievous under the wraps, much like his sister who was always nearby, sporting a knowing look as she giggles behind her palm.

thoma tried to ignore the skip in his heartbeat and the all-consuming wave of giddiness that flushed his cheeks when you offered your hand to him. he accepts, of course — the same way you took his two years ago when he asked if you wanted to skate with him. out of all the people he knew, he liked your smile the best. whenever he tells a joke (mostly directed at his coach, ei, who only ever smiles at your coach, yae), thoma couldn't help but find his gaze moving towards you, hoping that he'll catch a glimpse of your subdued grin.

to thoma, his role was clear. it was to hold your hand and keep you still when you're about to make a decision you'd regret. it was to support you, a bag of your favorite chips at a time when you weren't ready to dance on the ice again. it was to move his sleeping schedule around so he could find a show he knows you'd like because it didn't sit well with him to know that you're all alone in your head. it was to be your friend — nothing more than that — because he knows that a friend you could lean on was what you needed most.

it was happening, you breathed out, trying to muffle the whispers that erupted about 'that one promising figure skater who suddenly vanished only to come back and compete in pairs when she was competing in singles before.'

"we got this."

you did and with a small squeeze of gratitude, the metal of your skates hit the pristine white ice of your home.

they say that first loves last a lifetime and it was true. the tingles that came, the sudden adrenaline rush, and the thrill that set your nerves on a winter fire... the flutter in your stomach that you could only call the 'butterflies' they overly romanticize in books came rushing back to you like a broken dam. a part of you felt sentimental and it was the part of you that wanted to sob until your mascara was running down your cheeks. it's an ugly cry but the feelings were anything but that. if you were to cry right there and then, it would be because you missed this. you missed the warmth of the supportive cheers that broke the silence you feared and you missed the dizzying feeling of freedom that had your heart singing love songs.

you missed loving to skate.

you knew thoma was concerned about your teary eyes but when you shot him another smile, he knew all was well.

you were in that zone — a feeling he knew all too well. when the metal of your skates fades into nothing and all that was left was the euphoria of floating, you let go. no inhibitions, no fears, no regrets. just passion and the ice and the music and... you. thoma hesitantly let go of your hand, not because he fears you'll stumble but because he's grown addicted to the way yours fit in his and while he'd rather feel the weight of it in his, he lets go because he knew you needed this. just like that, he moves into his starting position, releasing a puff of breath that forms a small cloud against the freezing temperature of the rink.

but maybe a quick glance at you wouldn't hurt.

your red dress, sheer on the sleeves and neck, contrasted the calm expression on your face. he finds it hard to believe that you were the same person who was whispering about going home just a few minutes earlier. he's always found you beautiful — especially when you skated and he admired that. but now, admiration became blurred with something greater than you and him but that didn't change the relief that flooded his veins.

"you're back..." you heard him even with the small distance between you two but you made no move to acknowledge it, "i'm glad."

the first few notes of 'el tango de roxanne' began playing and with practiced ease, you began dancing. the step-sequence was easy enough, that is, if you don't take into account the palpable darkness that shifted the greens of his eyes into something more... hungry. it's all an act, of course, but that didn't mean that your heart didn't hammer in your rib cage as you gasped, feeling his lean arms carrying your entire weight as he performed the first lift. you told yourself it was because you thought you'd fall but you knew that it was a lie. you've jumped higher and you were never scared, or delighted, for that matter.

eros — sensual, passionate, and a mind-boggling desire. it's maddening gasoline that turns your blood into a water-thin aphrodisiac — so fluid that it just flows from your heart to your brain, and to every vessel and nerve that erased all thoughts and feelings that couldn't be attributed to him. you were to be the woman who was shot by eros' sweetly poisoned arrow. playing the part was annoyingly easy even when you were trying to pretend that the man behind eros hadn't shot the arrow in real life too.

it was bad. this was bad. even a single gulp would be a fracture in the character he was portraying but it was hard not to when you were quite literally running your fingers along his biceps — merely ghosting, nothing too indecent for the mass's eyes but for him, it was everything. he's flushed, certainly, but it's just the cold and the rigorous activity he was partaking in. it had nothing to do with the scent of your perfume filling his senses until all he could recognize was your hands pinning his as they laid on your waist.

you're too good at acting, he smirks although squint and you'll see a twinge of bitterness. you merely winked back and there was no getting himself out of this one. he just had to admit that the little act sent his fingertips tingling with a longing for more.

it was halfway through the program and it was time to say that eros isn't always just lust. sometimes, it could be a less sexualized form of longing too... lean arms held you close until your chest-to-chest while your hands found their way to his cheeks. you're too good at acting, thoma thinks but the smirk was gone. he just... hoped that you'd come to look at him that way too. not as eros, not as your skating partner... just as thoma who cared more about you than you realize.

thoma's hold loosened and you fought the urge to furrow your brows. that wasn't exactly part of the routine but you followed his lead, dropping your hands and laying it over his chest. for a second, everything was silent and still but the next thing you knew, too much was happening.

the climax. thoma skated back and you chased after him, both of you gaining speed.

no more hiding away. your words echoed in his head and he blamed it on the rapid highs and lows of his dopamine while you... you didn't have the mind to make up a justifiable reason but you stripped out of your role anyway.

not eros and an unassuming woman.

just you and thoma.

he lifts you up, twirls you before leading you to a low dip. that was planned. his lips lightly brushing against yours wasn't. you collapsed into his arms, legs raised as you caress his cheeks. that was planned. your thumb gently running a stripe on his cheekbone as you knock your foreheads together wasn't.

when you were back on the ice, you followed his cue and skated backward. you wondered if he noticed the shivers that ran along your spine as he ghosted his hands over your back, finding solace by your waist before pulling you back in. similarly, he wondered if you felt the goosebumps on his skin as you tugged him closer by his neck.

what was a tango if there was only one who was hopelessly lost in the moment? a sentimental smile lifted your cheeks as thoma lead you into a dance. you've done this before but now felt different. back then, thoma's gaze was serious perhaps even a little detached because when he's on the ice, he's as concerned with the technicalities as he is with the aesthetics. today — ten o'clock in the morning — thoma looked at you like you were the fireflies in his otherwise dim forest.

the world didn't slow down when you stared back at him with equal ardor. it sped up which is ironic when you're the one who's sliding at least fifteen miles per hour but you couldn't bring yourself to care because everything else they said was true. his eyes — your definition of life — clashed with yours and you felt your lungs squeezing until you had your lips permanently parted. you felt wobbly on your feet — dangerous, you think as thoma breaks his stare to guide you into a triple salchow.

your specialty and now, his too.

it's different when you're doing it alone. when you're alone, you mess up and you break an ankle, maybe a femur or an entire leg. the anticipation, the drop in your heart a millisecond before you pop a landing — it's scary and the anxiety that came with each jump never left you even after you and the ice became one.

"do you trust me?"

thoma asked that two years ago when you began training to be a pair. you shouldn't. not when you've only known him for a week back then but the world has a funny way of messing with your head. the answer was always 'yes.' now, the answer remains the same. you trust him. you trust him to catch you. you trust him to be there to hold you in the split second you're given to regain your bearings. for the first time, thoma allowed you to skate without the fear of comments and numbers, and for the first time, you flew.

it's only a second or two to the crowd but it was a century for you; the most beautiful kind. for a short century, skating made you feel free in every sense of the word. in the first rotation, you saw the rain falling to the leaves of your garden in inazuma. in the second rotation, you saw the snow falling in the mountains of snezhnaya, and lastly, in your third rotation, you saw yourself and thoma and the choice you needed to make.

"i got you."

he didn't need to whisper that because you knew. you knew that he won't let go of you when you leaned against him, skates digging into his thigh as you allowed him to glide you across the ice. you knew that he'll catch you when you took off and spun back into his arms. you know he'll be there, behind you, as you stretched your arms out to complete the last few seconds of your step sequence.

subconsciously, your nails dug into his skin as you dangled in his hold. the last position. as the music ends and the crowd applauds, you felt thoma's shaky exhale on your collarbone before he pressed a chaste kiss on it, looking up at you with a teary smile.

"we did it, love."

you pursed your lips together before throwing your arms around him — eyes shut tightly as you willed the tears to stop. almost immediately, thoma buried his face into your neck, little sniffles escaping him too even if he likes to keep the unbothered, jolly facade in front of the cameras.

"we did it," you repeated as you laughed incredulously.

no one expected you to perform a clean, textbook performance much less land a spot on the podium, not even yourselves, and yes, perhaps it was too early to celebrate when the scores weren't announced yet but you knew — you knew as your eyes met ayaka's glassy eyes and ei's subtle proud smile that your performance today was more than enough.

"i told you, didn't i? nothing will go wrong when i'm with you all the way." thoma pulled back and you could only shake your head with a laugh as you spot the remnants of his feverous joy in his expression.

"i know. i believed you."

for a second, no one spoke and you sent him a tight-lipped smile as you fiddled with your fingers. what now? what comes after the borderline makeout session you had on ice that you were almost certainly sure wasn't just platonic love between friends? before thoma could speak, your names were called and you immediately wore your enthusiastic smiles again. success calls for a solid bow.

"what was that?" you rolled your eyes at yae's teasing smile, having been greeted with her smug expression as soon as you wore your skate guards behind the barrier.

"nothing is what."

your clipped tone was not something that didn't go unnoticed as she draped a jacket over your form, "i don't think going off the script quite a few times is 'nothing.'"

"we were improvising."

"sure, and you're just friends. have fun with that."

before you could make a comeback from yae's dry comment, ei cleared her throat. "if you're done chatting, you need to head to the kiss and cry now. men's singles will start soon. you have it handled there, yes?"

you nodded, thankful for the opportunity to escape yae's stubbornness but before you could walk an inch, ei paused in her steps with a small, almost unnoticeable twinkle in her eyes.

"good performance. if i didn't know any better, i would've said that it was real."

behind you, yae laughed in amusement, only shrugging in faux innocence when you turned to send her a warning glare. "don't keep your good friend over there waiting. he looks like he's about to start wagging his tail from excitement. all platonic, of course."

ignoring her comment, you followed her gaze and immediately felt the broadening smile on your lips. right, your choice. with a skip on your steps, you walked to where he was seated. hands subconsciously locking together as soon as you were close.

"hey, what took you so long?"

"yae's got a lot to say."

"yeah, well..." thoma laughed nervously, his free hand bashfully disheveling his hair as he recalled the numerous times yae attempted to push him to do something about his not-so-cleverly-hidden affections. "she's always been like that."

"mhm... but she's a good person."

he squeezed your hands in reply, too engrossed on something else to make up a coherent one.

thoma prided himself over his observant nature. he's always been like that even when he was just an elementary student but somehow, he missed one of the most important details about you. your hands. your hands were smaller than his and when your hands were interlocked, it felt right. like you were safe from everything and he didn't have doubts. when you're close, he didn't feel as awkward as he thought he'd be. when you smile at him, he didn't have any second thoughts. when you looked at him just as how you looked at him on the ice, he wasn't scared of anything. he couldn't be.

"i love you," he whispered quietly and you just smiled tenderly, the million and one gestures you made in the honor of friendship suddenly removing its masks to reveal its true, sincere intentions.

it wasn't slow — nothing can be 'slow' for a pair of figure skaters — no, it was quick but it was gentle and heartfelt. tugging him by your interlaced hands, you didn't waste any second as you pressed your lips to his. this was a kiss. your heart throbbed when you felt his arm circling around your waist, pulling you in with an enthusiasm unrivaled. this was happening. this was really happening now. you could hear the loud screams of the crowd and you were half-sure that the monitors had your faces in full display. but right now, that was the least of your worries. right now, all you can think about was the heat that rushed through your veins as his lips molded into your own. the flashing lights, the hollers, the knowing smirks from the people who supported you thus far… they took the backseat in your mind because right now, all you could recognize was thoma. all you could feel was thoma. all you wanted was thoma. this victory tasted sweeter than the one prior and knowing that thoma tastes like sweet pastries and cream brought more satisfaction than you have ever felt in your life.

"i love you so much," he repeated in the brief second they parted, eyes lidded as he stared at you through his lashes, "i love you so fucking much."

he didn't know when the transition from friendly to romantic happened. maybe he fell too quickly to recognize that it occurred or maybe it was a slow progression that he disregarded as something else or maybe he didn't need to know. to thoma, this was familiar even when it shouldn't be. does that matter? no, not at all. it wouldn't change the fact that feeling you card your fingers through his hair was the most natural thing he has ever known — even more than honeybees and honey. it doesn't change the fact that your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again as if it was something you have done a million times already. it will never change the fact that he fell — hard — and he'd do it over again.

again and again. until his lungs collapse from the lack of air. a kiss itself wasn't tiring but the way he expressed all his pent-up emotions and the entirety of his heart took a lot more toll on him than a fully choreographed free skate. he moved to kiss you again but you pulled back with a laugh, hands cupping his cheeks as you looked at him fondly. as you drew a stripe — just like how you did a few minutes ago — thoma found himself closing his eyes. you feel too good. you feel like the clouds above that he was used to only seeing when he was skating.

"i love you too." you paused before you knocked your foreheads together once more, "non-platonically."

thoma cleared his throat in an attempt to hide the fast-acting blush that matched the red hues of your dress, much to your bemusement. "you're unfair."

"but i got you."

his voice was a little hoarse from all the feelings he had expelled but he mustered a small smile, the gentle one, now only reserved for you. "you do."

you struck gold twice that day.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thomaaaaaaa *aggressively bites pillow* respectfully fling me across the ice even if i don’t know how to skate challenge ;-; anw, thoma debut fic hihi. you can request more fics around him from now on <33 if you know what my reference for the program was, i love you. also,, i rewrote this thing 5 times which meant i have a lot of... side stories thought out. lmk if you’re interested and i’ll explore this au more in a separate post. please do im buzzing with thoughts

[an-emovision]

ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒

A/N: House wife Thoma scrumptious Pairing(s): Thoma x reader Warning(s): slightly spicy but not really ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♥- I'd sell my soul for him, deadass ♥- You probably would to ♥- please this man is a teddy bear ♥- He would miss you as soon as you left to take care of your daily duties and try to distract himself with his own. ♥- Ayaka would often catch him staring off into space, she would giggle after finally getting his attention knowing he was thinking about you. ♥- And when you do get home? the flood gates have opened ♥- He's all over you, asking about your day, hugging you from behind, kisses, the whole package ♥- He made dinner for you before you got home. ♥- After he's done smothering you in affection for now he'll gently guide you to the dining table so you two can have dinner together. ♥- after you've eaten and chatted for a while you two'll go about your nightly routine of getting ready for bed, some times you wear your own clothes to bed but he prefers that you wear his shirt instead. ♥- after climbing into bed, he'll immediately have his arms around you and pressed up against his body. ♥- if your back is facing him he'll leave small kisses on the nape of your neck and your shoulders. Physical affection is his love language if that wasn't clear already ♥- if he's feeling cheeky- lets be honest when is he not- he'll even nip at the skin just below your ear, trying and 9 times out of 10 succeeding at getting a reaction out of you ♥- this inevitably leads to a teasing war, most of the time thoma wins these small competitions and you are left with a plethora of hickeys and love bites. ♥- after settling down he has you in the same position, with your back against his chest. his hand is on your hip, gently tracing small circles with his thumb. ♥- He praises you and tells you everything he loves about you until you fall asleep, in tern you do the same thing for him in the morning. ♥- his face will be buried in your chest and your fingers will be gently combing through his hair and you praise and tell him you love him. ♥- Mornings with him are romantic and peaceful, after getting out of bed he'll cook breakfast and you two will eat together as you discuss your plans for the day.

[sangopearls]

◌ · ° . 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

🐚 ┆ in which you and thoma finally get to visit the hot springs he’s been longing for.

cw┆suggestive content, so minors dni! not explicit, but still mature. just… very steamy (no pun intended) gender neutral reader.

happy 500, here’s some borderline filth ;)

“Remind me… was it to the left of the sakura tree on the hill or the right?” you ask, positioning the plane of your hand along your browbone to ward off the rays of the setting sun.

Thoma catches up behind you, and you can’t help but notice the sheen of sweat along his forehead from the hike. “To the right,” he confirms with a breathless huff.

“Thanks,” you say, “As excited as I am to visit these hot springs, you could’ve stood to mention that they were in the middle of nowhere. I feel like I’ve been walking for years.”

The young man barks out a chuckle. “The good hot springs aren’t gonna be in the middle of Inazuma City, y’know,” he replies, resuming the trek, “It’s the ones that are situated just above volcanic openings deep in the earth that are the best.”

“Blah,” you pretend-gag, “I was expecting a nice sunset hot springs session with my boyfriend, not a marathon hike and a science lesson.”

This once again earns a laugh from Thoma. “Yikes, okay!” he surrenders, “If you must know, I usually come here after training to ease muscle tension, so it does indeed exist and it is indeed the real deal.”

You have to snap yourself out of the heat rising to your cheeks at that revelation. Thoma shedding his clothes and wading into a steaming pool, tilting his head back so the skin of his neck accentuates his adam’s apple, a deep sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as the water eases his tension… Your mind can’t help but swim with these perverted thoughts.

What else could he be getting up to while immersed in steaming water where there isn’t a trace of civilization for miles…?

No, no, snap out of it. You haven’t so much as kissed him and now you’re dreaming up filthy fantasies that would no doubt send him packing if he could read your mind. In this moment, you thank the archons that Thoma is hiking behind you, because if he could see the embarrassed expression across your face, you’d never hear the end of it.

It’s not that Thoma was particularly prudish. In fact, Ayato and Ayaka’s constant well-meaning teasings of when he’s going to make a move would suggest otherwise. Of course, the sinking feeling that his past partners were further along at this point in time than you would come back to haunt you every now and then. Perhaps you can blame the stress of the Vision Hunt Decree for the slow start of your partnership.

Beginning a relationship during Thoma’s hiding wasn’t all that easy, either. It began with a couple of jokes and smiles as you, a server at the Komore Teahouse and closeted critic of the Shogun, would bring the fugitive leftover tea and cakes. Soon after, he’d grasp your hand before you left and ask you to keep him company for a bit. You understood well enough the immense stress and loneliness he was under. Usually, you babbling about a crabby customer or a mishap with Taroumarou over a steaming cup of jasmine tea would be enough for Thoma to fall asleep on your shoulder with a faint smile pulling at his lips. He just wanted company, you figured, and you were more than willing to do that for him.

In return, Thoma would tell you stories during the slower hours of business and late at night when you were packing shipments. He was from Mondstadt, he revealed quite early. It’s not that this was all that much of a shock. He certainly looked different than his usual companions and his happy-go-lucky attitude rivaled only that of a Mondstadtian bard drunk on dandelion wine, song, and company. Despite your goading him towards a more in-depth backstory, the young man only gave you a smile and promised that if you kept coming back, one day you’d get your answer.

He mentioned that he was notably fond of the Inazuma landscape. Mentioned, actually, doesn’t quite cut it. He sighed his praises of the falling sakura petals in the springtime, the rush of the water tumbling down the cragged peaks of Watatsumi... But most of all, he playfully whined about some particular hot spring somewhere in the hills of Mount Yougou. Thoma swore up and down that this pool was the product of paradise, and that one day, if - no, when - he gets out, he’d take you there.

Now, just a matter of days after his liberation, you find yourself standing at his side overlooking a softly bubbling spring with cherry blossom petals laying idle atop the surface.

“Worth the work, huh?” Thoma asks, placing his hands on his hips.

You blink, taken aback by the view. “Your stories of this spot certainly match the actual thing.”

The young man laces his hand, calloused and chiseled from his years of work and training, into your own, giving a squeeze.

“What are you waiting for?” he prompts, shooting you a smile of what is no doubt glee, “There’s enough space for two.”

With that, he nonchalantly begins to discard his clothes, shrugging off his jacket and curling his fingers under the hem of his tight shirt. He glances over at you, noticing you’ve gone still.

“Is... something the matter?”

Of course, something’s the matter, you think, your blood rushing to your head and drumming against the confines of your skull, I didn’t quite expect you to begin stripping as if it’s second nature. 

“I just...” you find yourself at a loss for words, “Just waiting a sec.”

Thoma is no idiot, that’s for certain. The now half-naked man in front of you cocks an eyebrow and folds his unused clothes with the utmost care. “[Y/N], I’ve never seen you flustered,” he teases, watching you go tense, “What, did you expect me to bathe fully clothed?”

That there is the icing on the cake for your embarrassment. You quickly recoil and your mouth opens to interject. Your words are cut off by his familiar hearty chuckle.

“[Y/N]!” he play-scolds, unbuttoning his pants, “I didn’t take you for a pervert! I assumed we’d be bathing in our undergarments. ‘Course, if you had a different idea, I encourage you to use your words.”

You shake your head, trying to steady your heart from your startled reaction. “Oh, duh,” you laugh, your fingers finding the ribbon fastening your robe, “And, ah, for the record, I wasn’t thinking anything dirty. Promise.”

Thoma shakes his head, pulling the pants from his ankles. “I wouldn’t mind if you had been.”

You shrug off your robe and place the garment in Thoma’s extended hand, who folds it and places it on the rock next to his own pieces. Now you two stand in your underwear, looking as if you were a couple uprooted from your own intimate world.

The blond is a sight to behold in his near-nude form. He’s athletic, of course you knew that much, but the way the evening sun lights his body illuminates the shadows of his toned muscles and brings a certain warm glow to the high points of his body. Your mind wanders to the thought of him practicing his fighting stances- the way his arm muscles expand and contract with each jab, how his face tightens with the motions, the ragged rise and fall of his bare chest once he’s satisfied with his work. In that moment, you could swear you were some artist in a past life, intent on studying his every form and filling pages upon pages with carefully-drawn sketches of your muse.

Thoma is the first to step into the springs, immediately sighing at the contact of the water against his skin. He quickly navigates himself to a small ledge and settles in, almost as if he’s done this a million times before. You follow suit, albeit wincing at the heat instead of rejoicing, and find a spot to sit just left of your boyfriend.

“This is what I’ve been needing,” he hums, closing his eyes and inhaling the natural steam wafting off of the bubbling pool.

You slowly begin to ease into the heat, the warm water enveloping your skin and nurturing any tension you had attained during your journey uphill. The sakura trees overhead sway gently in the cool breeze signaling the coming nightfall, the loose petals tumbling one by one into the clear waters. From your altitude, you can see the Inazuma coast far below, the waves crashing against the sugar sands and retracting, only to repeat and repeat this motion so long as the moon deems fit.

Thoma, however, is the most enchanting sight to behold.

His eyelids have fluttered shut in pleasure, bringing your attention to just how long and delicate his eyelashes are. Your gaze descends to his lips, pink, plush, and slightly parted, looking almost like a sleeping maiden from a folk tale. His posture is lax, almost similar to his state of sleep, yet his upper body rises and falls ever so slowly.

“I can feel you staring, [Y/N],” he murmurs, opening his left eye just enough to get a glimpse of you.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“You’re not a disturbance,” he counters, sitting up with a sigh, “If anything, your presence makes this experience all the better.”

A feather of a smile crosses your lips. You bring your eyes to the view spread out for you two. “It’s beautiful, Thoma,” you say quietly, “Everything.”

He smiles to himself, his eyes trained on you as you once again look at him. “It’s truly rewarding to share something special to me with you and you appreciating it this much,” he states.

You sigh. “Thank you, Thoma.”

The young man laughs softly, and you note his chartreuse eyes haven't ceased their raking over your face and your form time and time again, almost as if trying to memorize the exact state you’re in.

“If you’d like, we could come here all the time,” he proposes, his line of sight meeting your lips, “Just you, me, and all of Inazuma at our fingertips. I could swipe some sake from the Kamisatos’ kitchen and we could get drunk and stare at the stars and exchange stories until daybreak. So long as you say the word, I’ll be there.”

“I’ve never expected you to be a poet,” you chuckle, noticing the closing gap between your bodies and the brush of his fingers against your bare thigh as they settle into place.

He drops his head and shakes it. “I didn’t either.”

The world falls silent except for the rustle of the flora and the gentle simmering of the water. You and your lover’s gaze has yet to diverge from one another.

Thoma’s fingers gently hitch themselves under the curve of your chin, raising your face to his with all the caution of a child building a house of cards.

“May I kiss you?” he whispers.

You don’t even bother to reply. You tilt your head and slot your lips against his own, feeling everything that’s been building over the last month fall into place in one swift motion.

His lips are softer than you expected. The kiss is innocent, fulfilling. You feel your hands slide over his shoulders, providing yourself some sort of leverage to draw you closer to him so that you can feel his bare skin against your own.

It doesn’t take long before his curiosity builds, prompting him to deepen the kiss with the addition of his tongue, strong yet gentle all at once, and longing sighs in the scattered moments that your lips are apart. His hands begin to wander, his left delicately placing itself along your chest and the right hand previously installed on your thigh beginning to faintly trail up to the junction between your legs, coaxing a gasp of bliss from your lips.

Your curiosity, too, quickly turns into a conquest of lust, and you find yourself deliriously moving yourself to straddle his lap, your hands planing down the muscular surface of his chest. Thoma draws his lips back from your own, the natural pink hue now turned nearly raspberry and glossed with a sheen of your saliva. His eyes, half-lidded yet with all the same liveliness you remember, peer up at you with a certain haze of lust swimming across the surface, adjusting to the sight of you mostly-naked atop his lap, drunk on his touch and caressing his bare chest with your hands.

He fixes his lips to the crook of your neck, littering tender kisses along the taut skin. You know well enough that you’ll awake to a field of plum-colored marks, but that thought is quickly set aside to fade as you bring down your pelvis to his  groin, drawing forward against his clothed crotch as you dig your fingers into his hair and shudder with pleasure.

Thank Celestia this place was in the middle of nowhere.

[lupically]

#D6FFD6 | TOHMA.

genre | fluff

word count | 743

warning | none

note | i saw a tiktok that said to imagine dancing down the streets of mondstadt to kingdom dance during windblume festival and i just had to write something about it!

the dandelions in the breeze served as a gentle reminder that the windblume festival was paying another visit to the city of mondstadt.

the freedom city was decorated delightfully with greenery—velvet carpet that matched the colors of the wind, scattered petals that danced down from the flowers hung above everyone's head, bushes that were shaped and groomed into the symbol of anemo, and the feather-like dandelions that graced the sky.

the festival has been none other than cheery and bright; with songs and laughter circulating every corner, smells of food and drinks wafting about every store, and the sun and moon constantly watching over the city. it was phenomenal. it was a sense of peace and humanity that tohma has never once experienced in inazuma before.

however, even with all the joy littered across every street, occasionally just a little too much for him even, the best thing that he has come across happened to be something rather trivial. it was not the perfect dandelion wine he tasted at the tavern, or the magnificence of the city's architecture and scenery, or even the harmonious atmosphere that every citizen created. it was not but the windblume festival dance that caught his eyes and heart the most.

it had happened out of nowhere. the existence of music was so prevalent and obnoxious during the festival that his ears became accustomed to it, and no longer could the sound of instruments entice a reaction out of him until that moment, under the guidance of the wind and the spotlight of the sun, you began to dance.

it was a collective art form. nobody dared to start it, but once it was happening, very little would refuse.

people were being pulled into the dance circle one by one, dancing to a routine that seemed made up yet rehearsed; children were giggling in circles at the side with candies in their hands and petals around their head; bards played their instruments skillfully, appreciating the company of ransom dancers that added more joy to their music.

you—you who danced happily among your family and the sea of dandelions, you who twirled with gracefully to the sound of festive music, you who with a smile invited him to join you in the dance circle encouragingly. your arm was stretched out, reaching for him, beckoning for him, and your eyes were wide with excitement; "come dance with me!" you seemed to call.

his heartstring shivered; at the same wavelength as the string of a lyre, or the string on a violin, his heartstring shivered and sang and danced uncontrollably toward you.

and he seemed to come to a realization, a gradual revelation that pierced his body that has been aching for a taste of freedom like this; with his arms thrown in the air and his feet tapping rhythmically against the floor, with lovely and energetic people surrounding him, with his demeanor wide and open for all the see, for you to see. he realized—he remembered—that this was what it has always been about.

a chance of survival, the ability to push through, the persistence to live, the desire to love—it has always been about those.

even when he was in inazuma, even back when his safety and optimism seemed to continuously be buried six feet down into the ground, even when the despicable lightning liked to erase all the soft and tender from the nation; positivity remained, growth remained, humanity remained.

his ability to love remained, and it returned stronger than ever since the day you came into his life.

"that was fun," tohma whispered after he found his way to you at the end of the dance, his green eyes rivaling that of the setting sun.

there is always good in this world, even in the dark places.

the dandelions in the breeze served as a gentle reminder that he was at the windblume festival with you, just as you promised to bring him to when you were stuck in inazuma. the dandelions in the breeze served as a gentle reminder that you were here as it decorated your hair messily with its essence, brushing against your intertwined hands that couldn't seem to let go.

the dandelions in the breeze served as a gentle reminder that the windblume festival was in place, and tohma was here, alive and well, with you, and he believes—he knows—that there is always good in this world.

[vilovebot]

I JUST IMAGINED THE BEST THING EVER

WARNINGZ: suggestive, an au of some sort??, tohma x reader, THIS IS A DRABBLE ILL DEF WRITE PROPERLY, im leaving you all on a lil cliffhanger while i write it properly xoxo

okok so imagine like ur someone with a v e r y high position power-wise, and theres this big masquerade ball. all the higher up people will be attending, including the almighty archons. you and tohma have a some sort of forbidden relationship due to how your family want you to marry someone with alot of power and wealth, and tohma sneaks into the ball, his mask making him somehow unrecognisable; he looks so so pretty in the suit, and the elegant lace mask.

sway by michael buble plays in the background, tohma giggling when you recognise whos pulled you in by the waist to dance. you are s h o c k e d, but still dance. at that really catchy bit where it goes up in volume (its so good especially slowed), tohma leans in to kiss you. you ofcourse kiss him back, but you weren't expecting him to kiss you so deeply, let alone in front of other people.

As the dance continues, more and more happens. his grip on your waist gets tighter and he gets much more touchy with you, not that you dont find it attractive; you were soaked. The song ends, and you both run out, him just princess carrying you once nobodys in sight. ofc there were rooms they were all staying in, tohma knew. he somehow knew e v e r y t h i n g. he dropped you gently, letting you drag the keycard along the lock as you both walked into the room.

tohma was desperate af, immediately being on top of you when you both made it to the bedroom. the kisses were heated as you were just pinned down, at the mercy of this fuckin hottie. ofc then the smut happens and boom

I MIGHT WRITE IT BUT IDK???