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[thehoneyedgardens]

sage. 30s. she/her. multifandom.

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Hi, how've you been? I've been a devoted followers ever since your first post. Just wanted to ask if you intentionally make your 2nd account doesn't allow any submission/ask? Since it is your interaction account, and yet it only allows us to DM you. Just letting you know! Have a good day :)

hi anon! i've been good and i hope you have been too! and thank you, you're too sweet!

i did not intentionally set that account that way! i probably forgot to enable asks (i almost never have submissions enabled). the blog was mostly for replies but now that tumblr lets you choose what blog you reply from, it doesn't feel super necessary anymore! i am more than happy to answer asks on this blog.

also i lost the log-in information sdkljfsldfj so i can't even fix the settings whoops

[dogrotpdf]

misinterpretation, lev st. valentine

[deathandmysticism]

Claude Paradin, Devises Heroïques, 1557

[thehoneyedgardens]

a lil snippet of a childe predator/prey fic since i disappeared into the void for a while there

[thehoneyedgardens]

sage sage SAGE

that tighnari fic is embedded in my brain it’s sooooo goood my god!

I am so sorry it has taken me so long to answer this! Thank you so so much, I appreciate it more than I can say! Tighnari has burned himself into my brain it's honestly ridiculous.

Thank you again!!

[thehoneyedgardens]

challenge

Tighnari knows you didn't mean anything by it, but a challenge is a challenge. His instincts demand a response.

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

fem reader x tighnari, accidental dominance challenge, feral/instinct driven tighnari, dubcon, scenting, one use of "good girl", no prep, doggy style, pinning, marking/biting, knotting, brief breeding kink, creampie.

He knows you don't mean it.

The two of you have exchanged playful nips before—little catches of your teeth against skin, a little shock of pain that smooths into something silken—throughout your friendship. It's familiar. The salt of your skin under his sharp teeth almost tastes like home.

Still, Tighnari realizes, just a moment too slow—he should have warned you.

You bite down into the meat of his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the muscle with enough power to bruise, and Tighnari shudders.

It’s been years since someone has challenged his dominance. 

He knows you don’t mean it.

But his blood has gone hot beneath his skin, the rushing of his pulse filling his sensitive ears. He bares his teeth with a low growl, all rumbling summer thunder. 

You go still. You pull back from him slowly.

“Tighnari?” you ask softly. “Are…are you okay?”

He’s trembling, his fingers sunk into his thighs, trying to rein in the instincts that have roared to life in his very core. You didn’t mean it. You aren’t challenging him; he’s not a kit anymore, setting his status in the pack. 

You ghost your fingers over his shoulder, murmuring his name again, and he breaks.

He strikes quick and true, looping his lithe, callused fingers around your wrist and using the leverage to flip you over and bundle you under him. You yelp, a chirp of sound, and he tugs you back when you try to wiggle out from under him. There’s heat to you, like the sultry warmth of a summer day. He presses down against your back with another rumbling growl, your ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.

“Tighnari!” you cry out. “Hey! What are you—”

“Stay down,” he grits from between his teeth. You try to push up again, your ass brushing against his hardening cock, and he snarls. He sets his teeth into the nape of your neck, the tip of his tongue dragging against your skin, a whisper of wet heat. He can hear his own rabbiting heartbeat. There’s something twisting beneath his skin, something carved into his bones pulsing to life inside of him.

You shift. 

It feels like the promise of a fight.

Tighnari bites, sinks his teeth into your skin like an anchor. “Down,” he growls. He bites down harder, until he hears you choke out a little noise. He presses forward against you with a little roll of his hips, and you go limp under him.

He relaxes his jaw a hint. 

You don’t move.

You’re panting against the floor he’d knocked you down to. Your heartbeat reminds him of the crash of the waves against the shore. Wild and loud. He can hear each beat of it.

He can also smell you. 

It’s not the first time he’s been able to scent your cunt; it’s been on your fingers before, when he caught you between shifts. He’d heard you long before he’d scented you, the wet schlick of your fingers in your cunt practically all he could hear as he headed to your quarters. You’d just cum when he’d knocked. 

With the sound of his own name on your lips ringing in his ears, Tignari made sure to have you sign your patrol notes with his own pen. He watched as you hesitated before taking it. You could barely look at him when you handed it back, and he pressed his thumb into the small, damp smudge you’d left on the barrel. 

He thought it was a thick, sweet scent then, even when it was just lingering on his pen. But now—now it’s so heavy he can almost taste it. 

His ears quiver; his tail whips. He doesn’t think about it. He puts more of his weight on you, grinding his hard cock into the softness of your ass. He slips a hand into the hem of your loose sleep shorts and yanks them down with a low snarl. It’s hard, with you pinned under him, but his strength makes up for it. They get caught around your thighs, but it’s enough.

“Tighnari,” you hiss out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He sinks his teeth back in. 

You croon out a low moan, a heated song. He rocks his hips against you; your scent goes heady, lush like sticky-sweet fruit. 

He pulls back, dragging your hips up with him until you’re forced to your hands and knees. You’re pliant, letting him manhandle you as he pleases. It makes his cock twitch. 

Tighnari isn’t sure when he gets his own pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock, too lost in the instincts that have sunk their teeth into him. He comes back to himself as he hooks his fingers around the gusset of your panties and draws them to the side. 

The cotton comes away from your cunt with a wet squelch. Your scent billows around him, and his fingers tighten on your hip. Your pussy is already glistening, practically shimmering in the lamplight. 

“Wet,” he grunts, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your hole, coating himself in the growing mess of your slick. It catches on the rim. “So wet.”

You jolt. “Wait, wait, you didn’t prep—”

He rolls his hips, and you hiccup as you spread open around him, stretched tight over the thick head of his cock. He grabs a handful of your ass to spread you further, so he can watch himself disappear into you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clamping down on him. He can feel your walls struggling around his girth as he splits you open. Your back bows as he presses forward, as he bullies his way deeper and deeper into your cunt with mean little thrusts. 

You mewl when he hilts in you. You’re hot around him, pulsing as you wiggle your hips to try and ease the way he’s spreading you. He rumbles a warning, the sound rolling through him. You go still.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.” 

You breathe out a moan at that. Your cunt pulses, fluttering around him. 

Tighnari draws back. His cock is soaked with you, your slick shining on his skin. You roll your hips back, trying to take him in again.

He snarls, setting one of his hands between your shoulder blades and bearing down. “No,” he growls. He pins you in place under him, caught between the way his cock is spearing deep and the hand heavy on your back. He wraps his tail high on your inner thigh, ignoring the way the fur starts to dampen immediately.  

He fucks back into you with a sharp, hard thrust. You yip with it, shifting under his hand. He puts more of his weight onto it, tugging your hips up with his other hand. You tighten around him, and he groans with it. 

You arch as he starts to fuck you fast, with little strokes that keeps him close, that keeps him filling you as much as he can. The sounds of your messy cunt echo around the room, each wet noise accompanied by a soft, broken moan. He drives into your pussy hard, keeping your chest pinned to the floor. 

“Tighnari,” you whimper. “Please, please—”

He curves over you, rolling his hips deep, until you’re kicking out with each thrust. He snarls and sinks his teeth back into the nape of your neck, slotting perfectly into the teeth marks he’s already left behind. 

You cum on his cock with a sound he’ll never forget, your cunt clamping down. He hisses between his teeth. It’s hard to keep fucking you through it, your fluttering walls gripping him. His knot is starting to swell, too, popping in and out of the rim of your hole with more and more difficulty. 

Sparks skitter down his spine as you spasm around him before slumping down, only his iron grip on your hip keeping them up. You’re wet down to your inner thighs now, and you tremble with each shove into your swollen, overworked pussy. Your panting echoes in his ears. 

When he fucks back in, his knot big enough to be noticeable, you whine. You lift your head and try to turn enough to peer back at him. Tighnari catches a glimpse of your profile, already fucked-out, before presses down between your shoulders again. You give in without a word, slumping back down to the floor.

He strokes in again, feeling his knot catch before it pops out once more. He snarls, grabbing your hips with both hands and grinding deep, until his knot pushes past the rim of your hole and flares wide, locking the two of you together. You jolt. 

“Fucking you full,” he growls, his thighs going tight as the knot of pleasure in his gut breaks. “Get you round with kits.” 

You twitch in his grip as he bites down on you again, sinking his fangs deeper still, as he cums. His cock kicks in you, spilling hot ropes of cum in your cunt, buried deep inside. Another moan spills from your lips. 

Panting, Tighnari lets go of your nape and laves gently over the brutal teeth marks there. He sinks down on top of you, though he’s careful with his weight. “Don’t move,” he tells you, turning both of you onto your sides to be more comfortable. “Stuck together.”

“Do I even want to ask?” you mutter sleepily.

“Dominance bite,” he says, voice hoarse. He’s still caught up in it a bit, grinding into you as he cums again. He cups at your belly without thinking. “Triggered my instincts. Knotted you.” 

“I triggered you?”

“When you bit me,” he says, licking over his bite mark again as he starts to truly come back to himself. You shiver. “Tried to assert your dominance.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Later,” Tighnari says. “You should rest.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder. “Why?”

He fucks into you again with a mean little thrust, instincts flaring at your cry as his knot tests your limits.

“Not done yet.” 

[thehoneyedgardens]

minors and ageless blogs dni

gn reader x scaramouche, smut-adjacent, implied masochist reader, pinning, biting/marking, a hint of a blood kink, light degradation ("slut" used twice)

You’re annoyingly resilient.

Probably because you’ve been training with Childe, of all people, who consistently crows about how willing you are to hurt him, the masochist.

And you are willing to hurt your opponent; Scaramouche has the wounds to prove it. The pain is dull, a half-healed bruise, but he imagines it would be a cleaving pain to someone human.

You hiss at him when he gets you under himself, hips twisting as you try to throw him off. Your wiggling exposes the column of your throat, soft and vulnerable, and he lunges without thinking about it.

You shriek when Scaramouche sinks his teeth in. He has no interest in tempering himself, and he bites hard and deep, annoyance given power. You jerk beneath him just as the metallic tang of blood blooms to life on his tongue, coating his tongue like oil.

But Scaramouche—he hears the way your breath catches, the hint of an animal whine droning at the back of your throat, high-pitched and distinct. He bites harder, and that little noise softens into something honeyed, a breath of syrupy summer heat.

He pulls back with your blood slick across his lips, a tiny drop beading on his lower lip like a little ruby. You gaze up at him with pupils blown wide, expansive like the night sky. It ruins your glare.

“Little slut,” he coos, baring his bloodied teeth in a facsimile of a smile. He leans down to lick at the bite, at the blood beading there, smearing it crimson against your skin. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Like you can talk,” you spit. “You’re getting hard, My Lord.”

And it’s true—his cock is filling against the curve of your hip, pressing against the soft give there. He ruts against you, a harsh push of his hips that forces you flat against the floor, and it curls up his spine like smoke, the promise of fiery pleasure.

“Well done,” he says. “Your observational skills are marvelous.”

You scowl, a little moue souring the curve of your lips.

He wants to wipe it away.

Your lips part, likely for another little jab. The gleam of your pink tongue peeks out from behind them. His cock twitches.

He reaches out and sinks two fingers between your lips, hooking them into the wet heat of your mouth, pressing the pads of them against the slick of your tongue.

“Shut up,” Scaramouche purrs, ignoring the pinch of pain as you bite down. “Sluts don’t talk unless they’re begging.”

[geryone]

The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter

[thehoneyedgardens]

minors and ageless blogs dni

gn reader x scaramouche, smut-adjacent, implied masochist reader, pinning, biting/marking, a hint of a blood kink, light degradation ("slut" used twice)

You’re annoyingly resilient.

Probably because you’ve been training with Childe, of all people, who consistently crows about how willing you are to hurt him, the masochist.

And you are willing to hurt your opponent; Scaramouche has the wounds to prove it. The pain is dull, a half-healed bruise, but he imagines it would be a cleaving pain to someone human.

You hiss at him when he gets you under himself, hips twisting as you try to throw him off. Your wiggling exposes the column of your throat, soft and vulnerable, and he lunges without thinking about it.

You shriek when Scaramouche sinks his teeth in. He has no interest in tempering himself, and he bites hard and deep, annoyance given power. You jerk beneath him just as the metallic tang of blood blooms to life on his tongue, coating his tongue like oil.

But Scaramouche—he hears the way your breath catches, the hint of an animal whine droning at the back of your throat, high-pitched and distinct. He bites harder, and that little noise softens into something honeyed, a breath of syrupy summer heat.

He pulls back with your blood slick across his lips, a tiny drop beading on his lower lip like a little ruby. You gaze up at him with pupils blown wide, expansive like the night sky. It ruins your glare.

“Little slut,” he coos, baring his bloodied teeth in a facsimile of a smile. He leans down to lick at the bite, at the blood beading there, smearing it crimson against your skin. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Like you can talk,” you spit. “You’re getting hard, My Lord.”

And it’s true—his cock is filling against the curve of your hip, pressing against the soft give there. He ruts against you, a harsh push of his hips that forces you flat against the floor, and it curls up his spine like smoke, the promise of fiery pleasure.

“Well done,” he says. “Your observational skills are marvelous.”

You scowl, a little moue souring the curve of your lips.

He wants to wipe it away.

Your lips part, likely for another little jab. The gleam of your pink tongue peeks out from behind them. His cock twitches.

He reaches out and sinks two fingers between your lips, hooking them into the wet heat of your mouth, pressing the pads of them against the slick of your tongue.

“Shut up,” Scaramouche purrs, ignoring the pinch of pain as you bite down. “Sluts don’t talk unless they’re begging.”

[thehoneyedgardens]

May I add this blog to my genshin writers list ? And do you write for Dainsleif , Baizhu , enjou, pantalone, Dottore, or Al haitham ?

Also do you have any rules ?

hello! as long as the list is only on tumblr, yes, you can add me—thank you for asking!

i will definitely write for pantalone and alhaitham at some point. i might write for dainsleif, baizhu, and dottore, but it's a little less likely. i probably won't write for enjou.

for right now, my rules are minors/ageless blogs dni and please don't recommended me outside of tumblr! they may get updated as this is still a very new blog but those are for sure.

[cavriuola]

there is no worse evil than a bad woman…

“who’s wicked now? the step-mother as the fairytale heroine” - christy williams // “lady macbeth” - alfred stevens // “an oresteia” - anne carson // “lady macbeth” - charles soubre // “ellen terry as lady macbeth” - john singer sargent // the awakening - kate chopin // “medea” - frederick sandys // “medea” - euripides // eveline’s visitant - mary elizabeth braddon // “jezebel” - john byam liston shaw

[thehoneyedgardens]

Please omg the tighnari fic was so fucking good i didn’t realize how much i wanted to read something like that until i found this

thank you so much anon! tbh i didn't realize how much i wanted something like that until the idea hit me and i was somewhat feverishly writing the fic. i'm really glad you enjoyed it 🫶

[micahulrichdraws]

The Ides.

[pluvioseprince]

🌱🌱🌱

[thehoneyedgardens]

challenge

Tighnari knows you didn't mean anything by it, but a challenge is a challenge. His instincts demand a response.

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

fem reader x tighnari, accidental dominance challenge, feral/instinct driven tighnari, dubcon, scenting, one use of "good girl", no prep, doggy style, pinning, marking/biting, knotting, brief breeding kink, creampie.

He knows you don't mean it.

The two of you have exchanged playful nips before—little catches of your teeth against skin, a little shock of pain that smooths into something silken—throughout your friendship. It's familiar. The salt of your skin under his sharp teeth almost tastes like home.

Still, Tighnari realizes, just a moment too slow—he should have warned you.

You bite down into the meat of his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the muscle with enough power to bruise, and Tighnari shudders.

It’s been years since someone has challenged his dominance. 

He knows you don’t mean it.

But his blood has gone hot beneath his skin, the rushing of his pulse filling his sensitive ears. He bares his teeth with a low growl, all rumbling summer thunder. 

You go still. You pull back from him slowly.

“Tighnari?” you ask softly. “Are…are you okay?”

He’s trembling, his fingers sunk into his thighs, trying to rein in the instincts that have roared to life in his very core. You didn’t mean it. You aren’t challenging him; he’s not a kit anymore, setting his status in the pack. 

You ghost your fingers over his shoulder, murmuring his name again, and he breaks.

He strikes quick and true, looping his lithe, callused fingers around your wrist and using the leverage to flip you over and bundle you under him. You yelp, a chirp of sound, and he tugs you back when you try to wiggle out from under him. There’s heat to you, like the sultry warmth of a summer day. He presses down against your back with another rumbling growl, your ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.

“Tighnari!” you cry out. “Hey! What are you—”

“Stay down,” he grits from between his teeth. You try to push up again, your ass brushing against his hardening cock, and he snarls. He sets his teeth into the nape of your neck, the tip of his tongue dragging against your skin, a whisper of wet heat. He can hear his own rabbiting heartbeat. There’s something twisting beneath his skin, something carved into his bones pulsing to life inside of him.

You shift. 

It feels like the promise of a fight.

Tighnari bites, sinks his teeth into your skin like an anchor. “Down,” he growls. He bites down harder, until he hears you choke out a little noise. He presses forward against you with a little roll of his hips, and you go limp under him.

He relaxes his jaw a hint. 

You don’t move.

You’re panting against the floor he’d knocked you down to. Your heartbeat reminds him of the crash of the waves against the shore. Wild and loud. He can hear each beat of it.

He can also smell you. 

It’s not the first time he’s been able to scent your cunt; it’s been on your fingers before, when he caught you between shifts. He’d heard you long before he’d scented you, the wet schlick of your fingers in your cunt practically all he could hear as he headed to your quarters. You’d just cum when he’d knocked. 

With the sound of his own name on your lips ringing in his ears, Tignari made sure to have you sign your patrol notes with his own pen. He watched as you hesitated before taking it. You could barely look at him when you handed it back, and he pressed his thumb into the small, damp smudge you’d left on the barrel. 

He thought it was a thick, sweet scent then, even when it was just lingering on his pen. But now—now it’s so heavy he can almost taste it. 

His ears quiver; his tail whips. He doesn’t think about it. He puts more of his weight on you, grinding his hard cock into the softness of your ass. He slips a hand into the hem of your loose sleep shorts and yanks them down with a low snarl. It’s hard, with you pinned under him, but his strength makes up for it. They get caught around your thighs, but it’s enough.

“Tighnari,” you hiss out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He sinks his teeth back in. 

You croon out a low moan, a heated song. He rocks his hips against you; your scent goes heady, lush like sticky-sweet fruit. 

He pulls back, dragging your hips up with him until you’re forced to your hands and knees. You’re pliant, letting him manhandle you as he pleases. It makes his cock twitch. 

Tighnari isn’t sure when he gets his own pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock, too lost in the instincts that have sunk their teeth into him. He comes back to himself as he hooks his fingers around the gusset of your panties and draws them to the side. 

The cotton comes away from your cunt with a wet squelch. Your scent billows around him, and his fingers tighten on your hip. Your pussy is already glistening, practically shimmering in the lamplight. 

“Wet,” he grunts, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your hole, coating himself in the growing mess of your slick. It catches on the rim. “So wet.”

You jolt. “Wait, wait, you didn’t prep—”

He rolls his hips, and you hiccup as you spread open around him, stretched tight over the thick head of his cock. He grabs a handful of your ass to spread you further, so he can watch himself disappear into you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clamping down on him. He can feel your walls struggling around his girth as he splits you open. Your back bows as he presses forward, as he bullies his way deeper and deeper into your cunt with mean little thrusts. 

You mewl when he hilts in you. You’re hot around him, pulsing as you wiggle your hips to try and ease the way he’s spreading you. He rumbles a warning, the sound rolling through him. You go still.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.” 

You breathe out a moan at that. Your cunt pulses, fluttering around him. 

Tighnari draws back. His cock is soaked with you, your slick shining on his skin. You roll your hips back, trying to take him in again.

He snarls, setting one of his hands between your shoulder blades and bearing down. “No,” he growls. He pins you in place under him, caught between the way his cock is spearing deep and the hand heavy on your back. He wraps his tail high on your inner thigh, ignoring the way the fur starts to dampen immediately.  

He fucks back into you with a sharp, hard thrust. You yip with it, shifting under his hand. He puts more of his weight onto it, tugging your hips up with his other hand. You tighten around him, and he groans with it. 

You arch as he starts to fuck you fast, with little strokes that keeps him close, that keeps him filling you as much as he can. The sounds of your messy cunt echo around the room, each wet noise accompanied by a soft, broken moan. He drives into your pussy hard, keeping your chest pinned to the floor. 

“Tighnari,” you whimper. “Please, please—”

He curves over you, rolling his hips deep, until you’re kicking out with each thrust. He snarls and sinks his teeth back into the nape of your neck, slotting perfectly into the teeth marks he’s already left behind. 

You cum on his cock with a sound he’ll never forget, your cunt clamping down. He hisses between his teeth. It’s hard to keep fucking you through it, your fluttering walls gripping him. His knot is starting to swell, too, popping in and out of the rim of your hole with more and more difficulty. 

Sparks skitter down his spine as you spasm around him before slumping down, only his iron grip on your hip keeping them up. You’re wet down to your inner thighs now, and you tremble with each shove into your swollen, overworked pussy. Your panting echoes in his ears. 

When he fucks back in, his knot big enough to be noticeable, you whine. You lift your head and try to turn enough to peer back at him. Tighnari catches a glimpse of your profile, already fucked-out, before presses down between your shoulders again. You give in without a word, slumping back down to the floor.

He strokes in again, feeling his knot catch before it pops out once more. He snarls, grabbing your hips with both hands and grinding deep, until his knot pushes past the rim of your hole and flares wide, locking the two of you together. You jolt. 

“Fucking you full,” he growls, his thighs going tight as the knot of pleasure in his gut breaks. “Get you round with kits.” 

You twitch in his grip as he bites down on you again, sinking his fangs deeper still, as he cums. His cock kicks in you, spilling hot ropes of cum in your cunt, buried deep inside. Another moan spills from your lips. 

Panting, Tighnari lets go of your nape and laves gently over the brutal teeth marks there. He sinks down on top of you, though he’s careful with his weight. “Don’t move,” he tells you, turning both of you onto your sides to be more comfortable. “Stuck together.”

“Do I even want to ask?” you mutter sleepily.

“Dominance bite,” he says, voice hoarse. He’s still caught up in it a bit, grinding into you as he cums again. He cups at your belly without thinking. “Triggered my instincts. Knotted you.” 

“I triggered you?”

“When you bit me,” he says, licking over his bite mark again as he starts to truly come back to himself. You shiver. “Tried to assert your dominance.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Later,” Tighnari says. “You should rest.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder. “Why?”

He fucks into you again with a mean little thrust, instincts flaring at your cry as his knot tests your limits.

“Not done yet.” 

[thehoneyedgardens]

Thank you for that beautifully written tighnari piece 😭😭. You some how managed to hit all my kinks in one and you wrote it so nicely! 🙏😩 thanks for this masterpiece

Thank you so much anon! I'm glad I managed a kink bullseye for you and that you enjoyed it so much! I had a lot of fun writing it. Tighnari is just so!!! I couldn't resist the more feral aspect.

Thank you again 🫶