Enjoy These Headcanons While I Work On Another Tighnari Request.

Enjoy these headcanons while I work on another Tighnari request.

How many rounds?

Characters: Itto, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Tighnari

Reader: Gn, Sub!Bottom for Itto and Tartaglia, no roles established for Kazuha or Tighnari so could be power bottom

Genre: Smut // CWs next to the corresponding character

Different types:

1. Trying for a new record/pushing the limits

2. Until satisfied or tired/a few rounds

3. Just 1 or 2 rounds

Itto – Type 1

Quickies, overstim, implied praise, implied oral

Itto takes almost everything as a challenge or a game, and sex with you is no different. It's almost as if he's trying for a new record of orgasms every time you guys fuck. He always pushes you to your limits, wanting to find out exactly what makes you tick and what gets you cumming the fastest. Itto loves quickies, planning to use his findings to make you both cum as fast as possible. But you just feel so good, he can't help but start the process all over again, pushing you both into another round, and another, and another after that...

He has very good stamina, and while he can get tired out after a while, it won't be before you.

Even though he can go a few more rounds, when you're done, so is he. It just isn't as good when you're not there or if you're too tired to continue or help him out. Even if he's still raring to go, he won't take care of himself and jack off. But if you want to help, be it with a blowjob or using your hands, anything you want, he certainly won't be opposed.

If you do help him cum again, or even a few more times after you tap out, it makes him feel so special and he can't help but let his praises spew from his mouth, it just makes him fall in love with you so much more. He'll be sure to repay the favour in the morning if you want, but until then, he'll gently clean you up even after you've already passed out, your energy zapped after his rough fucking. And if he accidentally wakes you up while doing so, he'll just apologise with a lazy grin as you drift back to sleep.

Tartaglia – Type 1

Cw: Overstim, rough sex, teasing, implied praise

Since Childe is often away from you for weeks, if not months at a time due to his work, he makes up for it during your sessions together. Working you to your farthest point, he doesn't stop until you couldn't possibly take any more. He gets very carried away, but more so he wants to know just what the both of you are capable of, even when it gets a bit uncomfortable or painful after a while of the overstimulation.

When he gets rough with you, it's mainly because he's so pent up and missed you too much while he was gone. He just can't bring himself to stop, wanting to be close to you for as long as possible, and he doesn't always know when he'll be pulled away again. He definitely loves to tease you, to see how far he can push you before your begging turns to incoherent whimpers. However, the torment doesn't usually last for as long as you'd think. He can't hold back from taking you for long. Once you start crying, his resolve crumbles just like that, his harsh words switching to eager praise as he lines himself up to your slick hole.

He may be mean, but overall he just wants to take care of you. No matter how intent he is on breaking you down for the night, he never wants you to be too uncomfortable. Even in the heat of the moment, Tartaglia is always looking for any hints of discomfort in the way you move, the faces you make, the sounds that leave your sore throat... if he thinks you're done for the night – regardless of any mumbled protests on your end – he's pulling away and getting you ready to settle down for bed, passing you a cup of water and rubbing over all the sores he's left on your aching body.

Kazuha – Type 3

Cw: Body worship, soft sex, praise

It's enough for Kazuha to just enjoy your body, taking his time as he worships you and learns everything about how you look, feel, and how to touch you to bring you pleasure during your intimacy with him.

The majority of his time during these moments is spent preparing you, bringing you to the edge as many times as you want, encouraging and praising you all the while. His eyes never leave you, never once having his attention stolen by anything else. He looks at you as if you're the only thing that matters, and he tells you as much with every kiss he plants to your hips, your hands, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach.

When it finally comes time for him to join you in pleasure, though he would be perfectly content just to service you until you're ready to sleep, he takes things slow. Taking care not to overwhelm you, Kazuha guides you into the most comfortable position possible as he makes love to you, constant whispers of his love swirling around in your ears as he carefully takes you apart again, this time following you into the haze of bliss.

Laying there, content and unmoving, his hands slowly bring you back to the present as they gently press against your heated skin, soothing the shocks and twitches of pleasure that still shoot through your system. If you want to go again, he will glaldy comply, but if not, he'll comfort you with his his heat, his closeness, and his voice as he coaxes you into the most relaxing sleep you've ever had together.

Tighnari – Type 2

Cw: Needy sex and soft sex (I think that's all for him?)

Because of his status as a Forest Watcher, Tighnari is understandably quite tired when he comes home in the evening, due to all the physical activity that the job entails. As such, his... "needs" can be quite unpredictable. He can go weeks without realising how long it's been since he last spent the night intertwined between the sheets with you. His mind following his body's fatigue, on these days he instead opts to spend the night cozied up to you as you cuddle in bed and blearily whisper about your days.

But when his work eases up on him, some nights, he's almost insatiable. Confusing patterns and unstable thrusts meet your thighs as he tries to find a rhythm that fits his impatient mood, nails digging into your hips and waist as he tries to hold back. He has you moaning and whining continuously beneath him as he pants into the side of your neck, cumming over and over until he feels like he can't bear to move a single inch away from you anymore, the lustful glaze over his eyes eventually wearing off.

Other times, he draws out your night together. Slowly licking his way down your throat, his teeth nipping teasingly at your pulse point, Tighnari takes you slowly and lovingly, showing you the attention you'd both craved through recent weeks. He makes it up to you easily, the pleasure bringing you both together as if you'd never even been apart as his tender hands knead into your soft flesh, heartfelt apologies being spoken into your forehead and signed with a kiss.

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Could request ruining Tartaglia’s orgasm? I know he’s always written as a huge dom but like what I wouldn’t give to wipe that smug look off his face lol. I just think he’d be such a fun sub, yk he’d be so bratty and whiny. Afab reader with she/her it doesn’t real let matter if it’s foreplay or the main course-

No cause out of all the characters I could possibly think of, Tartaglia is the BIGGEST switch. He absolutely has the most versatility.

I did a headcanon/scenario type thing, but if you want an actual one-shot I'd be happy to try! I just did a bit of everything for you. (Also i didnt notice until it was finished but I didn't really mention the actual acts, so it turned out as GN)

I love this boy sm omg

Bratty Tartaglia headcanons

Reader: Dom!Gn // Genre: Smut

Cw: overstim, edging, bondage, ruined orgasms, dumbification, mentioned blowjob, almost dacryphilia

Tartaglia would be such a brat, almost at all times. He would have trouble picking up on when you just didn't want to deal with his attitude and attempts to fight back. Because of this, he'd get punishments so often that they just became your usual sex routine... it's a good thing he's a huge masochist.

Since I view him as a switch, he'd try to take control halfway during his sub sessions annoyingly often (it's rarely a serious effort, he just likes being put in his place by you). Bondage likely becomes a tactic that you have to rely on with Tartaglia for this exact reason.

If you're giving him a blowjob, he'll sneak his hand into your hair and try pushing you down at the pace he wants, which is usually faster than what is comfortable for your throat. If you're riding him, he'll flip you over as soon as either you or him cum, right when you least expect it... of course, you'd figure out his game after the first few times he does it, so tying his hands together or to the bedframe make keeping his behaviour in check so much easier. Leaving him completely open and at your mercy, no choice but to take anything you give him, and no way to chase the pleasure when you decide to take it away... it gives him goosebumps when he thinks about it, always slightly nervous when you pull out the ropes at the beginning of the night, never knowing what you have planned for him.

I don't think Tartaglia would have a preference between overstim and denial, but of course his reaction to each one is different, especially when ruined orgasms are brought into the play as well. He can take as much overstim or edging as you can dish out, rarely begging you to slow down or go easier on him (unless it's one of those times when he's in a softer mindset - when all he wants is to feel you against him, and to know that regardless of who is in charge in the moment, it will all stop the moment he needs it to). But, he can also go too far, overestimate himself and what he can take, to the point that he becomes completely dumb on you, begging for more even when he can't take it, when he can barely feel anything other than the pain anymore.

With edging, he's all groans and panting breaths. Lips bitten and bleeding, hands clenched, he chases the pleasure that was ripped away just as his torturous orgasm tears through him. His hips buck up sporadically into the air, even as your insistent hands try to keep him pinned down. His eyes are tightly shut as he lets out a choked, stuttered moan as the broken pleasure dissolves, cum pooling on his abdomen, before he lets out a huff of disappointment and his body relaxes into the bed.

However, with overstimulation, he's loud and energetic. Squirming and shuddering, moaning and whimpering, he can't help but push himself further into your touch, even as his body stutters away from the overbearing pleasure. When he cums this time, you pull yourself away from his needy cock, all red and leaking in his desperation to feel more and more of you, even as his aching bones beg for a rest. He cries out when the heat of your body leaves, his eyes flying open with unshed tears blinding his vision in an attempt to seek you out, the cold air settling over his sweat-coated body making his orgasm all that much more uncomfortable and dissatisfying.

But no matter what state he's in by the end of it all, he'll still manage to somehow rake up enough energy to push out some teasing remarks. Even if you're tired and done for the night, ready to take care of him and show him the love you'd neglected him of for the past couple hours of "punishment", he'd rather complain and taunt you, implying that you weren't strong enough to hold out with him for longer. As if you were the one who needed the rest from your rough activities, and not him.

After pushing you and demeaning you for a couple of minutes, you really have no choice other than to start all over again. Putting him in his place and giving him exactly what he'd been demanding from you, even after it all becomes far too much for him to take. He'd wanted it in the first place, after all.

He just doesn't know when to quit.

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Hello! I'd like to hear your thoughts, so please comment to let me know what you think!

My first one-shot on this account is coming soon! It's a smut fic with zhongli x gn reader, but it's going to be longer than I originally thought and I don't even know how long it'll end up being. Maybe it won't be as long as I expect.

So, here begs the question: would you prefer one long post, or a post split into two parts?

I personally would prefer one post, and I know that other writers post very long ones as a single post, but I feel like that might be too intense for a first post? Idk I might be overthinking but please let me know what you prefer!

Comforting touches

Character: Sub!Scaramouche // Reader: Dom!Afab, no pronouns used

Genre: Smut // CW: Titjob, cum play, nipple play, dumbification(?) he just doesn't want to think about anything :(

Plot: No // Word count: 1.9k

Barely more than half an hour ago, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Scaramouche had been increasingly anxious recently, but due to his standoffish nature, he couldn't even bring himself to open up to you about the problems he was facing. Always pushing you away, you'd come to expect the degradation that came with being caring towards him, him seeing it as a slight towards his capabilities.

Safe to say, when he came through the door, stumbling into your arms as soon as you stood up to welcome him home, you knew something wasn't right.

With his face pressed into your neck, you were content to simply hold him close to you for the time being, just breathing together to try and calm him down and assess the situation. But when a wetness soaked into your skin, you slowly pulled away to face him, your gentle hands on his shoulder. (You'll never tell him that it was mainly to catch him if he fell, what with his unsteady knees and shaking shoulders, not unless you wanted to get your head bit off).

Before you could even get out a word of confusion or consolation, Scaramouche took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes before another tear could slip. Already, without a word being spoken in the past three minutes, you knew that he was overwhelmed.

This wasn't the first time that this had happened, and, as guilty as it made you feel, you hoped that it wouldn't be the last. Moments like this were the only times he would let himself be completely vulnerable around you, to completely surrender the control that he clinged to so despairingly. Instead of bottling all of his frustrations up, you were glad to have found an outlet in which he could relax and reset himself, without taking it out on the public by way of his... less than amiable personality.

...

That led you to this: kneeling on the floor between Scaramouche's parted legs, as he looked off to the side, his arm covering his eyes from your view in embarrassment.

It was an action that he gravitated towards each time this would happen, as if you didn't already know exactly what he looked like when he got like this; as if he wasn't eagerly awaiting what he knew would be coming. If only he could be a bit more patient.

"Tch..."

"... Is something wrong?" A responding sigh, and your hands slowly glide over the flesh of his thighs, an encouraging squeeze making its way through your fingertips.

When he shows no sign that he's going to say anything, you take hold of the bottom of your shirt and bring it up and over your head, leaving your top half covered only by a bra. He turns his gaze to look at you out of the corner of his eye, a fierce blush taking over his face, accompanied by a half-restrained pout.

Sensing his inner hesitation, you reach out and carefully rest your hand over one of his, which he keeps plastered to the couch on either side of his body. At your warm touch, he eventually pulls himself together enough to look back at you, his eyes immediately darting to your cleavage, before hurriedly looking back into your eyes.

With a silent praise, your lips pull upwards in a calm smile. Your hands slowly reach behind you to un-clasp the bra, letting it slide down your arms and drop from your body, bearing your front to the cool air of the room, as well as Scaramouche's hungry gaze. Your nipples harden under his insistent eyes, and his fingers twitch under your own, longing to take them into his hands and play with them until the sensitivity has you moaning out for him. But other than the twitch, he makes no move to act out on it, the situation familiar enough that he knows what you want from him.

"Are you ready? This is what you need from me, right?" You shuffle forward until your midriff is pressed against the cushion of the couch of which he is sitting on, your other hand riding higher until it comes into contact with the waistband of his shorts.

With an audible gulp and a clear of his throat, he rasps out, "Yes. I just... I need this right now."

A clench of your hand around his.

"What's the magic word~?"

Reluctantly, he tightens his hand around yours in answer, "...Please..."

With him, that's as good as you're likely to get, so you don't push him any further. Not when he's like this; desperate to take his mind off of everything around him and just indulge in the comfort of you.

Quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, your hand undoes the ties around his shorts, pulling them away until his half-hard cock comes free from the coverings. Taking him into your hand, you slowly stroke him to his full length, his dick twitching in anticipation as he tries to control his reactions. All the while, your other hand rubs relaxing circles onto the back of his palm, coaxing him into relaxing until he gradually gives in, letting out short hums and groans when his pleasure spikes.

Pleased with how he's reacting, you let your hand fall away from him, his now-full length drops down to rest against his still-clothed stomach, his gooey precum smearing into the fabric.

He lets out an impatient grumble, but it isn't long before he's cut off completely.

Leaning forward, your shoulders push his legs to spread even further apart to make room for you. Biting your lip to rein in your excitement, you take one of your breasts in each hand, pulling them apart to guide his cock into the space between.

Immediately he lets out a loud keen, curling forward to hold onto your shoulders with a tight grip, trying to ground himself as he becomes accustomed to the pleasure once again. When he looks down, his mouth drops open to let out a moan at the obscene sight below him:

His cock throbs between the tight heat of your plush breasts, his oozing precum aiding the glide and glistening erotically in the low light of the room. Each short bounce you make as you drag your breasts along his length pulls his cock to be encased in the hot flesh of your chest, his sensitive cockhead disappearing and pressed tightly between your mounds to allow him to feel every slick slide. With each thrust, his tip pushes through, more slick drooling from his slit and pooling upon your chest, before dripping down to meet your perky nipples. The sensation is odd at first, the sticky fluid quickly cooling in the cold air and the slow drag of it against your skin tickles, making you shiver. The slight vibration of the action causes him to thrust against your chest, a weak cry falling from his lips, chasing the sensation no matter how fleeting or overstimulating it is.

Steady moans break through Scaramouche's rough exterior. He always gives in so quickly when you do this for him. Maybe it's the fact that you can still look at him clearly, or talk to him when he's getting too carried away without stopping in your ministrations. Or maybe, it's the intimacy of the experience, being so close to you, buried in the welcoming heat of your chest and still able to see you, to feel your hands making contact with any part of his body you wish to feel.

Each rise and fall of your chest with your breath leaves him gasping, the added friction keeping him tense as he hurdles closer and closer to his peak. With all of your attention focused on his needy cock, there's no escape from the torturous sensations. All of his whines and choked out calls of your name amount to the final burst of pleasure that shoots through his entire body.

As his pulsing cock begins spurting his thick cum, you lean back, taking his length back into your hand once more and jerking him off. Squeezing as much of the white substance out of him as possible, it lands on the apex of your chest in a messy splatter, more joining the mess until he finally starts coming down, overstimulation slowly setting in.

His nails dig painfully into your shoulders when you don't stop, but you push through, milking him of all he has to give, until he is completely satisfied and slouching back onto the couch. And then, you let him go, content to watch him gasp for air as he regains his senses for the next minute or two.

Scooping his cum onto your fingers, you trail it across your chest in slow, meticulous movements, making sure to draw his attention to your nipples as you massage them, finally getting the attention you've been missing out on. The hard buds are soon coated in Scaramouche's white, viscous cum, the thickness sticking to your skin and the wetness making you all the more reactive to the touch from your fingers. He takes hold of your arm, and before he can apply much pressure, you're already rising, sitting down on the couch beside him and guiding him to sit at your side, asking:

"Are you still good to–"

"–Yes. Keep going... please..."

"...Okay. You can tell me all about it later. If you want."

But he doesn't answer.

Licking the salty fluid off of your fingertips, you slide a hand into his hair and pull him into a kiss, letting him taste the slight trace of himself on your tongue. He groans at the taste, pushing himself further into your body, one leg sprawled over your lap as he leans against your shoulder.

Pulling away, you guide his face to your chest, and he instantly starts licking up the remaining tracks of his own spend. Laying little nips and bites on your skin, he makes his way down to one of your buds, taking it into his mouth and sucking attentively, lapping over it with his tongue until it is completely clean of his essence. He's sloppy with his technique, not caring much for how he looks or sounds, with wet slurps causing spit to trickle down his chin from the corners of his lips.

Letting out low moans, you wipe his lips clean from the drool with your thumb.

He soon moves his attentions to your other neglected bud, suckling and latching onto it as if he'll never get the chance again. When he nips or pulls too hard – and sometimes he does, after all, he can get quite carried away when he's like this – all you have to do is lay a light tap against the back of his neck and he'll know to be more careful, laving his tongue over the mark to soothe the pain as if kissing it in apology.

While you are obviously enjoying this, this experience is more so for Scaramouche than it is for you.

The mindlessness of his actions allows him to drop into a hazy state, completely hidden from any of his life's worries. If you're needed to help him reach this mindset, you'll gladly help him each and every time, as well as take care of him until he eases out of it. Even if it means that he'll be too embarrassed to face you for the next few days.

Because despite how harsh he is at times, he can never get enough of you taking care of him.

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I don't even know where to start. Your writing is absolutely astounding?!?! I feel like over the long..long years of reading smut, I started getting picky over the way in which writers..write..smut but then every once in a blue moon I come across writers such as yourself and I feel the happiest whenever I go to sleep (after hours..and hours..of binge reading). I came across your scaramouche fic and then right after the 8k fic with Tighnari. I've been reading since 11 (while watching a 3 hour crime investigation-) and now it's currently 2:30 in the morning. Anyway enough rambling, your writing is absolutely amazing, keep up the good work and of course always remember to take care of yourself first!

-Kat (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Thank you so much! I can take a while to write cause I write kinda slowly, but I do my absolute best to make sure I'm as happy with it as I'm gonna be. I'm so glad you were able to enjoy them! 🩷

Haha yeah I get what you mean about being picky. Tbh I've been reading smut for a long time too... I'm surprised I'm not quite as bad for high standards as I am with everything else. Usually, if it makes sense and the grammar isn't completely terrible I can stick with it, but that'll just be because I almost exclusively read oneshots I think.

Anyway, thank you so much for stopping by! (And staying for 3 hours like oml I hope I didn't distract you from the show/documentary if it was good–)

Teasing Tighnari's knot

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

Genre: Smut // CW: Handjob, implied edging, ruined orgasm, hand knotting(?)

Plot: No // Word count: 649

With each and every squeeze and slide of your hand over his twitching length, Tighnari gets closer to his climax.

Of course, he still tries to be sarcastic, telling you off for delaying his orgasm as he tries to rile you into speeding up the pace. The breathlessness of his voice and the short, cut off whimpers when he presses the back of his hand to his lips in an attempt to hide them only make you more adamant on keeping him from getting what he wants.

If he wants to be a brat, pretending that he can order you around, acting as though he doesn't enjoy what you're doing to him, well... why not let him think he's in control?

Acquiescing to his heated demands, you speed up the pace of your hand, the sudden shift in tempo shocking him into letting out a stuttered moan. Unable to get used to the pace fast enough, his feverish skin feeling too sensitive to be comfortable, his hips subconsciously thrust up into your hand, trying to buck you off of him. While this does unsettle your movements and your grip on his dick, (especially with how slick he had gotten from the amounts of precum dripping down his length and aiding in the slide of your hand) it is easily countered by a few intermittent clenches of your hand near the base of his cock.

All too suddenly, his entire body tightens, his back arching and a choked groan being forced from his throat at the intensity of his body's reaction.

The pressure you place on the base of his aching dick spurs on the swelling of his knot, and with your unrelenting hold, the fit soon becomes too much for Tighnari to handle. With his thick knot pulsing and growing rapidly beneath your fingers, you quickly have to add your second hand into the mix, your fingers being prised apart by the sheer girth of his knot.

When it grows to its full potential, locking into the space you've created with your hands, Tighnari's hips resume their rocking. He shifts in his place, shudders wracking through his body as cum shoots from the tip of his cock, multiple surges laying claim to the surface of his own spread thighs, shaking from sensitivity.

He's giving so much of his cum, it just doesn't seem to stop. He must've been so full after all of your teasing... it's a shame he hasn't earned his orgasm.

With that in mind, you pull your hands away from his needy cock, watching as it twitches and pulses as his hips buck wildly, searching for the tight heat of your hands. He lets out loud whines as his hand comes forward, his tight grip around your wrist silently begging you to continue, but when you show no signs of complying, he moves to take hold of himself.

You slap his desperate hand away from his knot, red, aching and neglected. To prolong his suffering, (and to act as part of the punishment) you lightly run a finger along the side of his knot, applying minimal pressure. You can't tell if it hurts or feels good, but either way, his body scrambles to follow your touch. Begging through his panted breaths, he cries out, convulsing and sobbing as his orgasm fizzles out with a final spurt of cum, though he gains no pleasure from the act. Just the underlying need for more.

When it all dies down and his heart rate settles, he'll be raring to go again, pushing past the overstimulation beginning to settle low in his stomach as if he didn't even feel it. And while he will certainly be more open to following your orders, he'll still be grumbling out little complaints as he goes.

At that point, it's your choice:

Does he deserve to cum? Or should you ruin it again?

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