⋆ various men who melt when they see you in their clothes.
he sees you come out of the shower, all dressed and freshly moisturized for the night. yet, he can't help but stare at your perky nipples piercing through his shirt, which was barely giving you any justice, giving him a view of your boobs. his shirt was already enough to drive him crazy, but he finds you only wearing underwear underneath it.
he was ready to pounce on you and fuck you until you go limp.
the sight was too much for his cock to bear, as it started leaking precum all over his boxers. don't you know how hard he is for you? you effortlessly make him go crazy for you without having to do anything. ''are you gonna sleep, love?'' you ask him, but his hand reaches into his pants and palms his bulge. ''fuck- do you see what you do to me?'' he peels off the blanket on his lower half and gives you the sight of the outline of his cock.
you smile at him, deciding to give him a proper show, teasingly taking off your underwear in front of him. swaying your hips subtly, enough for his eyes to anchor onto your body. ''you tease.'' he said, finally getting up from the bed and pulling you in by your waist, sitting you on his lap.
he let out a small groan, feeling your wetness pool on his boxers, the warmth almost making him cum immediately. your hips wasted no time grinding on his cock, your aching clit gaining friction.
''such a good fucking doll for me.'' he praised.
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thinking about thoma who's obsessed with your boobs. it doesn't even have to be in an explicit sense, for when he's exhausted from a long day's work he finds respite in your chest — they're the world's perfect pillows in his eyes.
that being said, the moment that thoma sees you wearing anything with a lowcut neckline, or anything even remotely tight-fitting that accentuates your curves, his mind turns to jelly. you could be talking to him, asking what your boyfriend thinks about your outfit, and he'll only stutter a response as his eyes remain transfixed on your tits.
there's nothing that will get you going more than when you're sat on thoma's lap with his bulge pressed against your core as he plays with your chest. one large hand massages your right breast, his other hand resting on your back in order to hold you still. his lips are busy suckling on your other nipple, simultaneously driving the both of you to some form of lust-induced insanity.
his mouth is warm, with his tongue periodically flicking the stiffened bud as his fingers tug and tease at the other. you can feel the corners of his mouth upturn into a gentle smirk as thoma begins to feel how you grind against him, desperate for some sort of relief in other areas.
husband!thoma training outdoors during summer, anyone?
notes: mostly sfw. shirtless, sweaty thoma. suggestive. nothing special, just a short n sweet lil drabble that will probably not cure my brain's obsession w thoma but oh well that's okay.
he's shirtless, his muscles rippling under his sweaty, sun-kissed skin as he spins and lunges and twirls his polearm. thoma's movements are fluid, but forceful enough to elicit the occasional grunt or kiai. several strands of his golden hair are wet and sticking to his forehead and back. you watch from a distance, knowing better than to get too close until he tells you it's okay. he hasn't seen you yet, but you're perfectly content to enjoy the show - your very own private pole dance of sorts, performed by your protective and incredibly sexy pyro-wielding husband. you chuckle to yourself, thinking how the word hot describes him so well in so many ways right now.
finally, he sees you and puts his weapon away, his smile reaching his pretty green eyes as you bring him a big cup of water.
"aww...thank you, beautiful!" he beams, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, careful not to get you sweaty (not that you would mind, but he's a considerate gentleman okay?).
"it's my pleasure, handsome," you smirk as you watch him chug half the water down in one go, some of it dripping from his chin and down his pecs as they rise and fall with his labored breaths. you're tempted to lick the droplets off him, but you restrain yourself. "are you almost done? you've been out here for hours..."
he nods. "just a little bit longer, babe. i'll be in shortly."
you give him a once-over with a single raised eyebrow. "i was thinking of taking a shower with you. but i suppose that can wait."
the heat on his cheeks from the ambient temperature rises to the tips of his ears. "you know what? on second thought, i can be done now," he says with a mischievous wink.
you giggle at him and drape his arm across your shoulders, holding his hand in front of your chest as you walk back to your shared home to get the rest of his clothes off.
no matter how hard he tries, none of the information in his government class is registering in his head. it felt as if it was going in one ear and out the other. he’s trying, he truly is. after all, he needs the good grade in the class. he’s doing everything he does in his usual learning pattern. he’s taking notes, he’s listening intently to the lecture, he even sat close to the front so he’d be less likely to get sidetracked. everything he’s doing spells out perfect student, well everything except answering questions in class.
that’s where you seemed to beat him to the punch, where you beat everyone actually. no matter what the topic of the day was, no matter what the lecture was about you continued to answer the questions other people in the class were scared to answer. maybe that’s where thoma was screwing up. sure, he was listening to the lecture, but he seemed to pay more attention when he heard you answer. sure, he’s taking notes, but they were mostly scribbles about your answers (without even giving them any kind of relevance or context). and sure, he’s sitting in the front of the class, but that also means he’s sitting next to you, the person’s who’s voice and kind smile he can’t seem to get of.
no matter what way thoma looked at it, every issue with his concentration seemed to tie back to you.
he needs some kind of solution, and he needs one fast. it’s a fact he realizes a bit sooner rather than later when he gets his first test score back, a big red C+ on the top left of the page.
if he doesn’t learn how to focus in this class, his gpa is absolutely done for.
his head hits his desk on seeing the test score. he thought it was easy, he really did. thoma was flying through the questions, able to answer all of them effortlessly.
it just seemed as if all those answers he was so confident about were wrong.
thoma hears a laugh, “are you okay?”
no, he’s not, he figures you’d be smart enough to figure that out yourself.
but he still turns to you anyway, heart skipping a beat as you laugh and give him a small wave, one that he returns despite his rather contrasting atttitude.
“i’m fine,” he mumbles, as he sits up, not missing the A at the top of your paper. “i just thought i’d get a better score that’s all.”
“cheer up,” you tell him with a smile. “the first test is always the one people do terrible on.”
and your words feel a bit half hearted considering the 97% at the top of your page.
“people don’t understand the test formats or how the questions are worded,” you explain. “there’s always some confusion with the first exam. so don’t worry! you’ll do better next time.”
and thoma’s wondering if those words rang true to you. after all, it’s only a matter of time until you’re sitting next to him with a 97% on your test while he’s still stuck at a 77%.
but he still grins anyway, “thanks, i appreciate that,” before sighing. “man, i just can’t understand the topics,” he tells you.
“what don’t you understand?” you question.
he laughs, a clipped laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, “everything,” he answers. “i just can’t seem to understand the concepts.”
yeah, thoma thinks, it’s because of you, the person who’s trying to console him, but even then he still doesn’t have it in him to be frustrated with you.
after all, that smile of yours is very pretty.
you think to yourself for a moment, “well, what if i helped you?”
and mentally, thoma refuses. he can’t pay attention around you, he can’t focus around you. what more if you were tutoring him by yourself, one on one, alone.
he just doesn’t see how it could be in his best interests.
so he shakes his head, “it’s fine,” he shrugs. “you’re probably busy with other stuff anyway, i wouldn’t wanna bother you.”
“it’s not a bother,” you answer instantly, voice a bit louder than you intended. “if anything, teaching you can help me get more familiar with the concepts.”
thoma’s certain you don’t need that, especially with the way you answer every question in his class.
“but don’t you have activities and stuff after school?”
“i’m free on tuesdays?”
oh, what a coincidence, he is too.
and thoma thinks for a moment. on one hand, you’re the reason why he can’t focus, why he can’t seem to concentrate in class. but on the other hand, the thought of spending more time with you makes his heart race, and he’s still not too sure why. plus, you’re offering to tutor him for free, something that a broke college kid like him could defintely benefit from.
so he sighs, a hint of pink staining his cheeks when he finally caves, “sounds good to me then.”
you smile, “alright then, i can meet you in the library in the B building around 2 ish?”
“sounds perfect,” he tells you, heartbeat racing.
you nod, “then i’ll see you then thoma.”
and, despite your usually incresdible intelligence, you miss the now prominent blush on thoma’s cheeks as you begin to pack up your things.
“i’ll see you then,” he says before you walk out. and as you walk out the door, his head ends up back on his desk. you’re the root of his problems. the sole reason why he can’t concentrate. yet here he is, mentally celebrating at the fact that you offered to help him.
there’s a grin on his face, one that grows when he thinks about seeing you on tuesday.
and thoma realizes that maybe you weren’t the root of his problems, but the solutions he’s been looking for.
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Thoma with a S/O who is Scared of Thunderstorms (HC + Drabble)
Original ask: Hihi can i request thoma with s/o thats scared of thunderstorms? S/o dosent mind heavy rain but cant handlr thundetstorms so whenever there is one s/o just clings onto him tightly and hides in his chest/shoulder <3
A/N: I'll be adding the3 same sort of prompt for other Genshin guys to my ever expanding ideas list. Sorry if this one is super short. I don't have a tin of experience writing for Thoma
CW: Fluff, mild hurt/comfort mentions of Ayato's questionable creations
Reader is an adventurer
Thoma x gn!reader
Of all the genshin guys Thoma is probably one of the best suited to this kind of thing. Seriously this man is so damn sweet
First of all, he's perfectly happy to get let you cling if it helps you
But I see him going above and beyond that
He's always trying to find ways to distract you. Getting you to pet dogs or cats, bringing out board or card games
Thoma wants to see you smiling and laughing, not shivering in his lap. That being said, he's happy you trust him enough to go to him when you're scared (I bet he gets the feeling after almost having his vision taken)
Thoma wraps his arms around you as thunder booms outside the Kamisato estate.
You've been like this as long as he's known you. You've face packs of abyss mages, scampered across swaying bridges, climbed trees he's sure aren't built for it to retrieve frightened cats, but as soon as it starts storming, you start to resemble one of the dogs he feeds.
For a long time he'd find you hiding in broom closets or in central corners of the house, places as far away from the noise as humanly possible.
Of course, now that the two of you are a couple, your hiding places usually consist of his bed, his closet, or his personal favorite, in his arms.
The thunder rumbles again and you jump, pressing even closer to him.
"There, there." Thoma pats your head, trying to think of a suitable distraction. "You're ok. Would you like to hear about Lord Kamisato's most recent creation?"
You nod, shifting so that you can look up at him.
Thoma continues to rub circles into your skin as he tells you of Ayato's dango milk creation and soon he has you laughing, no longer focused on the weather outside.
still into you by paramore + hurt/comfort + thoma + drabble
love the new idea 😘🫶
the idea isn’t mine!! it’s @wooei33 who came up w it^^ i only came up w a few mechanisms, im rlly sorry this took too long as i had a writer’s block as of recently but here it is! i hope u enjoy it <3
still into you — paramore | wc :: 0.295k | thoma x gn!reader | contains ::, hurt/comfort, exes to possible lovers
being in the same friend group as your ex was exhausting. so you chose to depart from the friend group while still being friends with them, you just wanted to be away from him. your friends being very understanding, respected your choice in not hanging out with them as often as before. you were in most of his classes so you still saw him every day, it also didn’t help when he was friends with your siblings too.
it’s been months since you last had a proper conversation with him, oh how you wished things never ended up like this. yet all you could do now is reminisce about your past with him.
thoma wanted to talk to you, really. but as always he put everything else over you, it took him some time to finally have a short conversation with you(it was just him borrowing a pen) but it was progress!
so now he stood in front of your door in the middle of the night, still in his school uniform, while you had already changed into your home clothes and was in the middle of watching a movie. he finally had the courage to talk to you and apologize for making you feel that way in your relationship, like you were never his priority, that you were always second to something, no matter how good you were for each other you couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with him. as he finished his apologies you gave him a small smile and finally opened the door fully for him to come in.
both of you had agreed to stay as friends, but his lingering touches whenever there was any sort of skinship between you gave you too much butterflies for you to ignore.
you’ve been staring at the same paragraph on your book for the past twenty minutes, unable to focus on the words before you as the sounds of your husband humming in the kitchen and the smell of food cooking fills your nose. your eyes close slowly, a smile upturning the corners of your mouth, and your shoulders lose the tension that had come with work from earlier; life was always so easy with him, so warm and comforting ( and his cooking didn’t hurt either ). you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it daily, about how lucky you were that he loved you and how perfect your life was after getting with him; he told you the same thing all the time, proclaimed his love for you daily, kissed you all over, and you loved it.
the sound of movement from the doorframe makes you open your eyes, and your gaze stops on where your husband leans against the doorframe with a kitchen towel in hand wiping at his palms. “dinner’s ready, dear!” he calls brightly, and you can’t help but smile again, this time at him rather than just the thought of him.
