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― hi guys i'm bored 🥹🧍

The car ride is silent—dangerously so. His hands grip the steering wheel tight, jaw set, eyes locked on the road, but you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. You push your luck, shifting in your seat, letting the hem of your dress ride up just a little more, just enough for him to notice.

He does.

His knuckles turn white, and that muscle in his jaw ticks. His possessiveness always simmers beneath the surface, but tonight, you poured gasoline over it. Letting another man get too close, laughing a little too sweetly at a joke that wasn’t even funny, brushing your fingers over someone’s arm like you didn’t already belong to him.

So now he says nothing. And somehow, that’s even better.

“Are you mad?” you ask, tilting your head, voice teasing, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He doesn’t answer. Just flicks his eyes toward you.

That’s fine. You like a challenge.

Your gaze drops, tracing the shape of him beneath his slacks, the way his pants strained left little to the imagination, and you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. He catches you looking, and his breath comes out sharper, hands tightening on the wheel.

“Stop” he mutters, but there’s no real authority behind it.

You bite your lip. “What?”

The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s debating whether to punish you with silence or pull over and make you regret every second of your little game. His patience snaps first.

The car jerks to the side, tires skidding slightly as he pulls into a secluded area off the road. The moment the engine shuts off, he’s turning to you, fingers curling around your thigh, thumb pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You think it’s funny, teasing me like that?” His voice is rough, thick with barely restrained control.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.” You say it without shame, letting your eyes drag down the length of him again, lingering on his lap.

Something in him breaks.

He tugs you forward with ease, pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of him. His hands grip your hips, rough and demanding, dragging you down so you can feel all of him, thick and heavy beneath you.

Your dress rides up, pooling around your thighs, and his hands waste no time slipping beneath it, fingers pressing into your skin, possessive, claiming. You barely have a second to process the shift before his lips are on your throat, teeth grazing, breath fanning, sucking a mark too close to your chin and low from your face that will be impossible to hide.

You shudder, fingers threading through his hair, but he isn’t done.

A hand slides up your back, tugging at the zipper of your dress, he pulled the fabric down your shoulders, exposing more skin to his hungry gaze.

His palms cupped your breasts, fingers teasing over sensitive peaks before his lips replaced them, warm and wet, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. you arch into him, pressing yourself closer, chasing more.

His teeth scrape against your collarbone, and before you can let out a full whimper, a sharp smack lands on your ass.

You jolt, a soft gasp leaving your lips, and his smirk is nothing short of sinful. “Now is when you want to behave?” he asks, voice teasing.

Your only answer is the way your hips roll against him, feeling how hard he is beneath you. Oh, how much he wants to wreck you for every second you made him jealous tonight. He grips your hips, guiding you, forcing you to move just how he wants, shifting your weight, he maneuvered you onto one of his thighs, pressing his hands against your hips.

The pressure against your core made you whimper, and he guided you, slow and deliberate, making you move against him.

The windows fog. The air turns thick.

And the way he looks at you? Like he’s going to leave proof of his name on every inch of your skin?

You think maybe, riling him up was the best decision you’ve ever made.

The moment he stumbles into the apartment, you can tell he’s completely, utterly wasted. His shirt is wrinkled, one side untucked, and his hair is an absolute mess, strands sticking to his forehead. and there's a lazy, lascivious grin on his face as he sways toward you.

“Baaaaby,” he drags out the word as if it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said, arms already reaching for you before he even makes it across the room. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.”

You barely have time to respond before he crashes into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his weight forcing you a step back. He noses at your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin before he presses a messy, lingering kiss just under your jaw.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, voice thick with intoxication. His lips trail sloppily along your jaw, missing his mark more than once. “I was thinking about you the whole time. Didn’t wanna drink, didn’t wanna talk—just wanted you.”

You exhale, half amused, half overwhelmed by how affectionate he gets when he’s like this. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m in love,” he corrects, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, pupils blown out as he drinks you in. “So, so in love with you.”

“I thought about you the whole time. Even when they were talking about boring stuff, I was just thinking about you, and your pretty face, and your hair, and—and—” He hiccups, giggles, then kisses your cheek sloppily, missing his target entirely.

And then he kisses your lips, like he’s trying to make up for all the time he spent away. His lips are warm, a little sloppy, a little desperate, and when his tongue swipes against yours, you can taste the faint burn of whiskey.

“Mm, I love kissing you,” he mumbles against your skin. His hands slip down to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. “Like, so much. I could do this forever.”

“You’ll regret it in the morning,” you tease, but he shakes his head wildly, pressing more kisses wherever he can reach.

“Nuh-uh,” he insists. “I’d regret not kissing you. That’s way worse.”

He groans into the kiss, fingers tangling into your hair as he backs you toward the bedroom. He’s trying so hard to be in control, to take the lead—pressing you up against the wall, hands gripping your waist as his mouth moves hungrily against yours. But he’s a mess. A beautiful, intoxicating mess. His lips miss their mark, his teeth graze too hard, and he keeps mumbling your name between kisses like he can’t bear to stop.

When you finally reach the bedroom, he tries to spin you around, guiding you onto the bed—but the second he pulls away to do so, he loses balance. His legs give out beneath him, and he stumbles backward onto the mattress with a dazed look on his face.

You can’t help but laugh. “Smooth.”

“Shh, c’mere,” he slurs, arms reaching for you like a needy child. And you do—crawling over him, straddling his hips as he lets out a breathy moan at the contact. His hands slide down your back, gripping your waistband, and with a drunken sort of determination, he tries to guide your hips against his. He rocks his hips up harshly once, making you fall onto him, kissing you.

“Feel that?” he murmurs against your lips, eyes dark and heavy. “S’all for you.”

You do feel it—the hard press of his arousal beneath you. He rocks your hips against him, slow and lazy, groaning softly at the friction. His fingers dig into your waist, gripping, guiding, needy. His kisses turn even sloppier, missing your lips entirely at times, trailing down your chin, your jaw, your neck.

But then, just as the heat between you starts to build, his movements slow. His grip loosens. His kisses falter. And before you even realize what’s happening, his head falls back against the pillows, breath steadying, lips slightly parted in sleep.

You blink down at him, still straddling his hips, your body burning from the half-finished tension he just left you with.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A soft snore is his only response.

For a moment, you just stare. Then you sigh, running a hand through your hair before shaking your head with a quiet laugh. You should be frustrated. You should be annoyed. But looking at him like this—his lips still pink and swollen from kissing you, his brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his arms still loosely resting around your waist—you can’t bring yourself to be mad.

Instead, you press a soft kiss to his temple before carefully shifting off of him, pulling the blankets up over both of you.

“Idiot” you murmur, but the fondness in your voice betrays you.

And despite the ache he left you with, you fall asleep smiling, tangled up in the warmth of him.

I hear waka is a great baker and thoma loves his pies

Thomato 🍅 festival 🎉 sketch!!

When late night drawing is bright enough to make you squint eyes while those same eyes are already half asleep

This turned out pretty nice, though!

drew my fave lil blondies huhu

edit: sorry for leaving you out Dain :'))

school boys

school romance

small hairstyle changes

sweet summer rain

i am still waiting

Genius Invokation TCG across Teyvat 🎲

HII!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests or updating.. you can ignore this if you want

Can I request a bottom Thoma x top gn reader smut please? The reader is obsessed with Thoma's thighs, biting them kissing them during doing it

+ spanking, in a doggy style !

Warnings: TOP/DOM reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + gn reader + reader obsessed with Thoma's thighs + spanking + doggy style + praise + a bit of degrading praise + edging + reader worships Thoma + Thoma shows off his slutty side + masochist Thoma + reader has a very prominent marking kink and sadistic streak + aftercare!!

Word Count: 1621

A/N: THIS BITCH IS FINALLY BACKKK

I'll also definitely be writing a fic with purely praising and coddling Thoma cuz he deserves it

"Thoma, look at me," you cooed. "...Okay.." Thoma peeked out from his hands, face completely red, eyes brimming with tears. You had been teasing Thoma's cock for quite a bit now, giving a little kitten lick to the tip, using your finger to play with his slit but never applying enough pressure to make him cum.

Once you were sure that you had Thoma's eyes on you, you grabbed one of his thighs and started sucking on it. "Mhnn! Ngh..." Thoma's face scrunched up as you pressed kisses and bites onto his unmarked skin, causing him to bruise beautifully.

"Y'know Thoma, you're so beautiful like this," you sighed dreamily as you continued to leave marks on his skin. "A-ahh...you really think so?" Thoma peered down at you with his emerald eyes. "Of course," you replied immediately and firmly, sucking harder on Thoma's skin, causing him to shudder.

Once you felt satisfied with the bites on Thoma's thigh, you moved on to the other untouched one. Pressing the same kisses into his skin as you did to the other. "Come on... t-that's mo-OooRe! Than enough!" Thoma pushed at your head, but you kept yourself fixed into position.

Thoma was hard and aching for a release, but you just wouldn't let up with the marking! It felt so good to him, but it was so hard to deal with you teeth nipping at his thigh, knowing full well that you were teasing him.

At last, you had finished marking up Thoma's thighs, leaving them a shivering, pink and purple mess, Thoma's face scrunched up in embarrassment and pleasure. His cock still stood high, untouched yet leaking a bit. Noticing that part you were taken a bit back. Thoma was leaking precum just from you marking his thighs? You gave yourself a mental pat on the back at the achievement.

"Thoma..." you pressed your finger to his lubricated rim(you had prepped him excruciatingly slow, once again not letting him cum). He whined, his hole clenching around nothing. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Thoma's head nodded rapidly. "Y-yes, yes! Please just put it in...please," he ended his plea with a whine that shot straight to your dick.

You lined yourself up against Thoma's hole but didn't do anything yet. Thoma whined in protest and wrapped his legs around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. Finally, you began to push slowly into his hole. Thoma put his hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle his noises as you pushed in. After just putting you tip in, you brutally thrusted, sheathing your entire length inside his hole in one go.

Thoma threw his head back as he let out a loud cry. His cum splattered all over his stomach, finally able to reach his climax after being denied for so long. He laid there panting with his tongue hanging put, his body slightly twitching from the aftershock of his orgasm, letting out small whines. "Oh, Thoma. I love how you can't even take cock without cumming and squealing like a pig." The venom practically dripped from your voice, yet you smiled with faux innocence. "Uunghh...haahhh, [name]...it's just too big--mhnnn...too deep..." Thoma whimpered pathetically, looking down and rubbing the cum decorating his stomach.

Fuck...you cursed to yourself internally. He was making it so hard to keep your composure, always whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat begging to be fucked dumb, or whatever nonsense he spews out of his mouth first. Instead continuing to fuck into his tight hole, you bent forward and restarted your nipping on his thighs. "[name]~...Please, no moree..." Thoma whined sluggishly, little hiccups interrupting him. You ignored him and continued your onslaught on his poor, innocent thighs. "I just love seeing you like this so much, I just can't help it!" you let out a faux coo, yet somehow Thoma still fell for it. "O-okay...but no for too long," Thoma sighed, his face still alarmingly red. "But still..." you began slyly, slowly pulling out until you were completely out of the warmth of his warm hole, causing Thoma to protest weakly. "Didn't you say that you wanted me to fuck you? You were even begging me oh so pitifully," you sneered as you rubbed the tip of your cock on Thoma's hole.

"Hu-huh? Nnnhhh...[name] please I want in me, 'm begging you," Thoma continued to chase the feeling of your cock on his hole, even while talking. "[name], I'm begging you..." Thoma repeated, attempting to shift his way out of his current position. Curious about what he was trying to do, you watched as he sluggishly sat up, turned around so he wasn't facing you anymore, getting on his hands and knees. Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head around. "[name]..." He reached back with his hand to his glistening rim, spreading it to show you how eager his hole was to swallow up your cock. "P-please fuck me...my h-hole is ready for you," Thoma stuttered, his face completely red, his initial look of embarrassment replaced with one of pure lust.

His display nearly made you pass out. You had never seen Thoma so bold and open about his horniness. Most of the time, you would tease Thoma for a bit, but you would always take over, worried that he would short circuit due to all the embarrassment. Yet here he was, wiggling his ass and spreading his hole for you. You came closer to Thoma's ass, Thoma's breathing speeding up. "Face forward," you commanded. Thoma did as he was told, the fact that he couldn't see what was happening increased the feeling of anticipation.

You let your hands run over his marked thighs to the curve of his ass. Then you raised your hand and struck your palm across Thoma's cheek. "NNnngghHH--" Thoma's head shot up as he felt the sharp pain of your hand on his ass. "[n-name], what was that for--HahhHH! GhhKK!" You landed two more strikes on Thoma, causing tears to prick at his eyes. "Honestly," you breathed out, rubbing the hand marks you left on Thoma. "I'm only doing this because your ass is just so tempting. It's like it's waiting to be marked by me."

The tears that had begun brimming in his eyes began to fall freely now. What did you want from him? You just kept mercilessly teasing him all this time, never letting him truly get off. Even the feeling of your dick inside of him, you only gave him a mere taste of you before you began to spank him. And the worst(best) part was...he was all but melting under your treatment.

How could he not! Your smooth, condescending voice, the feeling of your teeth and lips on his thighs, and your heavy hits on his ass were just too much for him but perfect at the same time. Thoma slumped down onto the bed, his hips still raised. He tried to use his voice but all that would come out was broken whine and quiet sobbing. And then finally--Finally! You began to slowly push into your poor lover, relishing in his moans.

"Ahhnnn...[name], y-yes, thank yo--" You cut Thoma off by ramming the rest of your length into him. From there, you began your punishing pace, never stopping to give Thoma a break. "GgyyAHH! O-OhhhHH! Please, PLeaSEE! I-it's too--Hahhnnn~" Thoma immediately came as he was finally able to climax, his load hitting the bed as he clung to the bedsheets and wept. Yeah, that was gonna stain. Thoma's adorable moans filled the room as you continued to thrust into him. This was perfect. Breaking Thoma down bit by bit,finally getting him to give up his usual restraint and to present himself to you like the slut he was. You would have snickered to yourself had you not been more occupied with burying yourself in your lover's tight heat.

"T-thoma, Thoma..." you repeated like a mantra, like he was going to disappear if you stopped calling him. Thoma continued mewling in overstimulation, his first orgasm making him even more sensitive than before. He was definitely not going to go for another round by the time you finished. "[n-name]! Ahnn! Hah, hahhhn, s-SLOWER! MmmMMHHN! OohhHGG..." Thoma's eyes were fluttering behind his lids and his cock began to twitch again, signaling another orgasm. Deciding to end this as quickly as you could, you gave one last harsh shove into Thoma's hole, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Thoma let out a silent cry as he reached his orgasm slightly after you, too worn out to make anymore noise.

"Ghhn..." you grunted as you pulled out of Thoma. As you calmed yourself down, you looked over Thoma. He had slumped down onto his side. The only reason he was still in his former position was because you were holding him up. Now, without any support, Thoma laid on his side, his breath coming out raggedly. His sweet features were in blissed content, eyes fluttering a bit and his face still quite red. Unable to resist, you leaned in and began to softly makeout with him. He was barely able to reciprocate the kisses but was eager to accept them(as eager as he could considering he was half-awake at this point). Finally breaking away, you cuddled him whispering sweet praises into his ear, assuring him of how good he did. He hummed softly, drinking in your praise as he finally drifted asleep.

Now while he slept, you got to work, cleaning the both of you up.

I'm

I'm dying

This is so cute vjckxgudjge

— holding out your hand to them ;

thoma, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, childe, diluc ragnvindr & xiao (with gn!reader)

you hold your hand out towards them and see what they do with it.

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when you hold your hand out to him, he…

SPINS YOU AROUND BEFORE PULLING YOU INTO A HUG

— Thoma.

❛ Seeing your hand reached out to him, he’s suddenly struck with an idea. Grasping it in his, he gives you a gentle spin around that has you yelping out in surprise. A laugh leaves him and he uses the opportunity to pull you into a warm hug. You complain about his sudden behaviour and he smiles unseen behind your back. When he finally pulls away with an awfully smug grin on his face, you playfully hit his chest and say that he shouldn’t be so perfect. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he promises that next time he’ll let you lead, even though he adores teasing you. ❜

HUMS A TUNE WHILE LEADING YOU IN A DANCE

— Kaedehara Kazuha.

❛ When you nudge your hand in front of him, he’s a little lost on what he’s supposed to do. It takes a moment before he slides his hand into yours and takes a hold of your waist, before swinging you around. He hums a song under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, and the both of you dance with no worry of anything else. When he finishes the tune, he bows at the waist and kisses the top of your knuckles like a noble at a ball. You smile at him, the little dance making you nearly float with happiness, and his lips lift up in return, the both of you exchanging words through those smiles alone. ❜

MAKES YOU PAT HIS HEAD

— Gorou.

❛ On seeing your hand outstretched towards him, his immediate reaction is to pull it insistently until you’re patting his soft head. When he lets go of your hand, you continue to pat his head, even going as far as to scratch behind his ears, and to your satisfaction, he leans further into your touch. His smile once you stop sends your heart into a flurry, and he takes the chance to grab your hand and take you to something he wanted to show you. He thinks he’s lucky to have someone like you with him, and he wants to keep you at his side forever, if only to get the best head pats filled with love. ❜

PLACES HIS CHIN ON YOUR PALM

— Childe.

❛ There’s no hesitation in his actions at all; the moment he saw your hand reached out towards him, he makes his way to you and places his chin right on your palm. You cup your hand around his chin and squeeze his cheeks, to his annoyance. His eyes twitch up to your face and he sees your gleeful expression as you play with his cheeks. A smile breaks out on his face, though now distorted, and you let go of him, satisfied. But he has no plans of letting you go that quickly, and he spins you around easily before dipping you towards the ground. His strength keeps you both in that position for longer than normally possible, and his face hovers close to yours, leaving you a flustered mess. He chuckles as you hit his arm and thinks about how you’re the only one for him. ❜

HOLDS IT AND SQUEEZES IT GENTLY

— Diluc Ragnvindr.

❛ He doesn’t realise at first, as he’s busy cleaning the bar. When you stretch your hand insistently in his line of vision, his eyes lift up to see your curious face. He looks back down at your hand, and sliding off his gloves, he softly takes it in his and gives it a squeeze. The surroundings quiet down, or maybe it’s just you who feels it, and it’s just the two of you who exist in this world. You intertwine your fingers with him and see a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. You chuckle inwardly and finally let go of his hand. To your surprise, he keeps his grip on your hand steady and you look at him with widened eyes. He wanted to show his love for you, in whatever way he possibly could. Maybe he should do this more often. ❜

HESITANTLY ENTWINES HIS FINGERS THROUGH IT.

— Xiao

❛ His eyes stare at your extended hand. He’s not sure why you were doing that, just that you seem to be expecting something from him. He lifts his hand up from his side hesitantly and threads his fingers between yours. When your smile appears and you squeeze his hand as a reassurance, he feels relieved that he hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s quiet between the two of you, but he isn’t annoyed by it. He rather enjoys these moments when it’s just you and him. He shifts his gaze over to your face to see that you’re already looking at him with a soft smile. He thinks that this, what he has with you, is something he would not be willing to give up. ❜

notes this is super self-indulgent but yayyy i finally wrote something 😍 i wrote it with my favourite characters (i blame mint for my childe brainrot /j) but uhh hope y'all enjoyed this? reblogs are super appreciated <3 kiss to everyone who reblogs /p