#/pos ofc; so excited over it

[unriding]

“you’re hurt?!”

“i’m not hurt.”

“you are hurt — here … and … and here too!?”

“hmph. this is nothing.”

there’s a brief moment of silence, then a low huff from him as his gaze shifts to the floor instead. “fine. ill be more careful next time. i promise.”

comm from 🎊 @puppetgearing

[wizardsfang]

AAA YOURE PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE IVE BUMPED INTO WHO LIKES MONSTER HUNTER ASIDE FROM MY BROTHER 🪱🪱 < excitement worms

I’ve been so unsure about getting wilds because I have like 0 MH friends around anymore, it’s so neat bumping into someone who enjoys it :,]!!! M also a real big fan of Splatoon, Nintendogs, Pokemon etc.

Cant say I’ve got to spend much time on pikmen, Okami games, or webfishing however. (Tho I do own the last)

I’ll be invading your inbox to ask more questions >:3!!

Digging my way into your DMs at the slightest invitation to- and I come bearing questions!!

First things first!

You like games? I mean- I can make a safe guess of one or two you might like, but I wanted to ask, pls feel free to ramble if you want

OOH YES THIS IS A FUN ASK!! I'm super happy to ramble about this stuff.

I love games a lot!! My life is pretty busy but I really enjoy playing them when I have time! I tend to lean more towards action games but I enjoy a lot of cosy/relaxing games too!! I like co-op games most of the time as I think it's more fun to play with others but I'm still happy to play alone, sometimes I prefer it if my social battery is low.

I'm currently super excited about the next Monster Hunter game (MH:Wilds) that's releasing next month as that series one of my biggest interests and I cannot wait to have a new game to play!! I'm also excited about future news for the Okami sequel!!

I of course, LOVE Nintendo games too, Splatoon and Pokemon included (I play Splatoon 3 quite a bit, usually with my friend!). I also enjoy Pikmin and Nintendogs!!

The games I play are either on my Switch, my 3DS or on Steam, I tend to dig through the shops to see if there's any new or interesting indie games I might wanna play too!! I've recently picked up Webfishing which I really like (I LOVE FISHINGG) and love just being able to talk to people while being silly on the fish game.

I love games a lot and I will probably vanish when the new MonHun game is out because I will be playing it (staring at my preorder on Steam).

[snekdood]

im not gonna say you cant use the n word w a hard r on a almost fully anonymous tumblr account where you claim to be black-

I will say that it makes you 100% more suspicious and worth keeping an eye out on you bc usually its neo nazis pretending to be black that spam saying the n word w an r and use tumblrs weird trust for almost fully anonymous accounts to their advantage to get away w it

you can say it, but, if you Are a neo nazi pretending to be black, I will say, you're not doing a good job of convincing me rn that you actually are.

[h0ney-mochi]

oml your afab scaramouche fic 🤭😭‼️ /pos

that gave me an idea

imagine him agreeing to be tied up by reader w/ his wrist above his head cuz he finds it hot but then finds himself so desperate for their fingers/mouth he starts begging 😌 reader would constantly deny him just to hear more pleas from him but once they finally let him he’d cum so hard he squirts 😊

(Ofc feel free2 ignore my request, i'll understand if your not comfortable w/ it (especially the tying up part))

Scaramouche x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/[N]SFW CONTENT (sub scaramouche, afab!scara, dom!reader, fingering, some slight eating out?, begging, squirting, tying up, orgasm denial, he kind of starts crying)

Summary: Scaramouche agrees to you tying his hands above his head, but he didn't consider the fact that you'll force him to beg for his release. The one you've been denying him.

A/n: UGHHH ITS BEEN SO LONG IM SORRY!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ^_^ it was a great idea, I wasn't sure how to describe the squ!rting part, but I tried... and thank you for your comment <3

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You didn't think that someone like Scaramouche would want to allow you to do something like that to him, but he nodded his head, asking when you wanted it to happen. At the mere mention of you tying his hands made him feel warm, stomach fluttering, but he couldn't show how he actually felt about your suggestion. You loved having control in the bedroom, and the both of you would get.. something out of it, so why not?

You tie his hands together with a belt that you hadn't used in your outfits for quite some time. You made sure that it wasn't too hard on his wrists, hooking a finger between his skin and the material. Scaramouche was eagerly watching you, a small blush already apparent on his cheeks.

After properly restraining him, you move away, sitting down in front of him. You cup his face in your hands and lean in for a kiss, Scara returning it immediately. Shutting your eyes, you already get into action, moving your hands over his body, one resting at chest while your other moves down between his legs. He bucks his hips towards you, wanting you to touch him already. It made you laugh against his mouth, but you did as he wanted. You slowly moved your fingers over his clit and pushed one into his entrance.

You move away from your kiss, staring at him with a curious expression. "You're already a bit excited... I thought I'd be the one enjoying your hands being tied," you spoke, moving your finger slowly in and out. He shook his head, letting out a small moan, "I'm- not excited about you tying me up, dumb ass."

You roll your eyes at his response. Who is he trying to fool? Whatever. You know what to do with that attitude in bed.

You push another finger inside him, pumping them at a slow pace. He moans softly while you move to his neck to kiss his skin. You drag your teeth down his collarbone to his chest, finding a good spot to mark. He twitches from the sudden bite, cursing under his breath. You not speeding up your fingers was making him groan, trying to move against them to feel more. You gazed up at him and moved your fingers at a faster pace, which caught him by surprise.

You watched him try to move his hands against the restraints, so you fingered him a little harsher for that. He moaned at that, face flushing red. You continued to bite at his chest, dragging your tongue up to his collarbone, biting at the skin there as well. You felt his head fall back as he pushed his hips against you, making your fingers hit deeper. He was tensing his thighs, his stomach in knots at a building release.

You gazed up at him before detaching yourself from his skin and watching. He was slightly twitching, his hands digging into each other in the restraints. You smirked, slowing your fingers down, which immediately got a reaction out of Scaramouche. "No- Fuck, no, don't-" He whines out, trying to catch your fingers, but you already pulled them out.

"Uh-uh, that's for being a smart ass," you muttered, cleaning your digits, "You'll have to beg, darling." Scara raises an eyebrow in disbelief before letting out sarcastic chuckle. "In your dreams, darling," He used the same petname with sarcasm, "Come on, touch me." He didn't have all day to wait, and he would prefer not to be left here restrained. Fuck, I'd be great if you could tie him up a little more. Tighten the belt around his wrists, make it sting.

You don't respond. Laying down on the bed, you move your hands over his thighs, spreading them apart more. You hear his breath hitch and know that he is staring at you, wondering what you'll be doing, if you'll be doing. Sliding your hands over to his crotch, spreading his folds, you lean in, and his back arches. You don't waste time, quickly lapping at his core with your tongue, humming in the process. Hearing the belt buckle make a sound let you know that he was struggling against the restrains. Scara bucks his hips forward, letting out a louder groan.

"Yes, oh, fuck- Haah, yeah-!" He's feeling that build up again, and he struggles hard against the belt, wishing he could grab your hair. Of course, he doesn't get out because you knew how to properly put that belt around his wrists. Oh, just a bit more... He's moaning loudly, chest rising with each breath, oh dear—

And then you pull away, just when he was about to start saying how close he was. You hear his hands thud against the wall as he groans, annoyance evident in it.

"For fucks sake–" "Uh-uh. Did you forget what I said?" You immediately cut him off, sitting back up. Scara rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, probably cursing you like usual.

And that's what you do for like, 10 minutes, more or less. Moving your hands on his body, leaving bites, trailing your tongue on his skin, then pushing your fingers inside of him again... And moving them away when he's close. As he shakes, breathing heavily from another denied orgasm, you kiss down his chest to his stomach, attaching your lips against his clit again, and he whines so loudly, knowing that you'll likely deny him again.

He's twitching, legs trying to close around your head just to keep you there and get his release, but you retract your tongue back in your mouth and shut your lips, unmoving. He's left there whining and shutting his eyes, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he breathes in and out. Scaramouche can't take this any longer, but he does not want to beg. He simply will not. But he needs your fucking touch, he needs to cum, for fucks sake, why couldn't you give him what he wants?

As his pussy clenches around nothing, your tongue long gone, he swallows the remaining spit he had in his dry mouth. He needs to.. Gosh, can't you just...?

Of course you could. You just didn't do it. You were waiting for him to ask you that, to beg you for release, you already told him that at the start. All of this is entirely his fault. You were not going to budge from his whines, in fact, you loved hearing them. You loved denying him what he wanted, because of his own actions. You will only continue when he does what you want him to do, plain and simple.

As you ghost your fingertips down his body yet again, he gasps, sucking in another shaky breath through his teeth. He can't- He can't do this again. It was clear to him that you could do this all day, which pissed him off so fucking badly.

Your thumb brushes against his core and he jolts, straining his wrists against his restraints. "You're gonna do this again?" You asks, moving your thumb in slow and agonizing circles. Scara swallows down a moan, his cheeks painted red. He doesn't respond yet, hoping, hoping that you'll let him cum this time. But then again, he doesn't want you to pity him, that would be worse. Fuck.

You lean down again to replace your thumb with your mouth, and Scaramouche moans at the feeling of your tongue. You go slow, making sure he feels every drag of your tongue. He starts trembling when you increase your pace, moans and whines falling past his lips. It doesn't take long to feel that feeling building up in his stomach—

His eyes shoot open at the realization, once again, that you were going to deny him again. Right when your tongue was quickly lapping at his core, making him shiver and moan... it started to slow down. Scara whined, his head falling forwards, tears springing at the corners of his eyes.

"Please, I'm sorry, [name], please, don't stop, no-" He choked out, trying to grind against your tongue that was about to move away completely. "Please, don't stop, don't- don't, please, [name], plea-ahse." His voice cracked slightly at the end.

You stayed still for a moment before getting back up. Scara stares at you in some shock, about to say something, but you shut him up by harshly pushing your fingers inside of him, immediately starting to move them at a quick pace. He gasps, almost choking from him inhaling new air.

You put your other hand on his chin, moving his head sightly upward so he'd meet your eyes. You pushed your two fingers further, knuckle deep now, he mewled in response. You raised your eyebrow at his stare, smirking at his pathetic noises and moans.

"What, don't you want to cum?" You ask, leaning in closer to his face, "Beg. Or I will stop." His eyes widen and he whines, pulling at his restraints again. "No, no, no, ah, don't stop, please-! No- mmhh, fuck, don't- gah- Don't stop-! Please—" He's shaking in your hands, moaning from the overwhelming pleasure, feeling himself reaching that high at an incredible speed.

He starts bucking his hips, unsure if he's ready to cum all over your fingers or if he really, really wants the release. Your eyes are half lidded as you whisper, "Keep begging." It was beautiful. You liked seeing this. His breaths were quick as he shook in your hands, the belt making noise as he tried to move his hands again.

"I'm- I'm so close, gah, fuck–! Please, [name], please please please, fuck, I'm- I'm gonna-" He struggles to keep his eyes open, from how fast he's breathing he starts to feel dizzy, "Don't stop, please, I'm begg- ngh–!"

You quicken your pace, and his body jolts forward. He gasps and moans louder than he did before. He's about to- There's so many feelings currently inside of him, he's not even sure what is happening right now, is he going to cum? Can he even do that anymore after all of this denial? Your fingers feel so good, and they're quick, and he's trying to catch his breath between his moans.

He doesn't have time to think about anything as your fingers hit impossibly deeper, and he snaps with another loud moan that was almost comparable to a whine. His eyes blur, a tear or two running down his cheeks as he shakes, you hadn't stopped yet. You felt his walls tighten around your fingers, indicating his climax, and then you felt something more. As you looked down at the scene, you saw him squirt. Something you haven't seen before.

He himself didn't even register that, mind going blank from the pleasure he finally got to feel. You slowed your fingers down, pressing kisses on his neck in a soothing manner. He blinks a few times, coming back down, heavily breathing. Scara moves his head to the side, trying to look at you. You gazed up at him with a smirk, "That wasn't so bad now, was it, baby?"

He feels his cheeks flush again. "Shut up.."

Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy the taste <3

© h0ney-mochi 2024 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[mochiimadness]

Hey! could you do 2012 tmnt how they would react if s/o is a dancer? Sorry for bothering have a good day/night!

Fearless Leader

He is so quiet when watching you dance

You’re not sure what he’s thinking exactly,

Kinda unnerves you at first

So, in the middle of a particularly tricky move, you look over to see him watching you and just ask

“Do you not like dancing or something?”

You’ve never seen him panic so fast

He’s immediately animated, frantically waving his hands in front of him

“No, no, no-! It’s not that, I was just- you’re just- your dancing is so impressive!”

Leo didn’t even realize he had been staring so hard

After years of training and fighting, he sort of just- analyzes movements, studying them.

(Which actually made him decent at dancing but he doesn’t do it often)

He’s absolutely impressed by your dance moves, he got too busy caught up in analyzing, and appreciating how you make each flow, to realize he might’ve been coming off as judgmental

After explaining, you offer to teach him a thing or two

Are there stars in his eyes??? He’s already standing next to you ready to go

Loves to learn moves from you!

Makes the cutest concentrating face- especially on harder moves

(He sticks his tongue out a little, don’t tell him though because he’ll stop!)

You two could spend hours in the dojo just practicing dance moves.

He’ll bring refreshments and snacks!

Offers to teach you ninjitsu or meditate in return <3

Mean Green Fighting Machine

Raph can definitely bust a move

He can also vogue- I don’t make the rules, he just can.

Enjoys watching you dance!

He’ll even challenge you to a dance battle

Doesn’t matter what style of dance you choose,

He’ll do his own thing while throwing in a few moves he’d seen you do.

You find out how well he actually pays attention to your practicing during these dance offs.

Raph is actually decent at mimicking moves he sees others do

Surprisingly good at ballet

And of course,

✨Hip hop✨

Loves having these friendly competitions with you.

…even if he sometimes gets butthurt at losing

Just pull him into a silly little dance and all will be well

No fancy moves, just enjoying the music

“Aw c’mon Raph, you did great!”

“Hmph, still lost >:/“

“C’mere and dance with me already!”

“Alright alright I’m coming!”

Never actually gets angry about losing

Will pout a little though

Loves to see you grin about it <3

Is so incredibly supportive and proud of his s/o!

Donnie-pedia

Donnie dances like a dork /pos

He can either do the robot or some really awkward dance movements

It doesn’t bother him much-

Or at least it didn’t until he met you

Donnie loves watching you dance

You make it look so easy!

Gets a nervous if you ask him to dance-

Literally spends hours watching tutorials trying to learn how to dance better

He wants to be able to dance with you properly!!

Absolutely swoons if you offer to teach him

He picks up a few moves but still is pretty awkward overall

Once you tell him that you don’t mind,

He adores to dance with you

He genuinely enjoys just watching you dance too!

Finds it ✨fascinating✨

Gets you a good bag to store your dance stuff in- like your shoes and clothes

Decorates it with little dance charms and pins

And a purple turtle ofc

He also builds you a small music box with your favorite music!

That way you can listen and dance to it whenever!

"I uh made you this portable music box with your favorite tunes! You can listen to it wherever, whenever- if you want too of course. If not it's totally fine and-"

"Woah! This is great, D, thanks!!"

"Really?? :D"

You can practically see his tail wagging (it is actually)

Dr. Prankenstein

One word-

✨Hyped✨

Is your number one hype turtle

Always excited to see you dance!

Especially if you do any hip-hop/break dancing

If you do, he 100% joins in

Mikey is an awesome break dancer!

You'll always have a good time dancing with him.

If you don't do any hip-hop/break dancing-

He still loves to watch and join in when he can

Very good at following the flow of the beat

Can dabble in pretty much any dance style,

He's the fastest at being able to pick up on new styles/moves

After a few moments of watching you,

He's able to replicate the move you're doing!

Ofc it's not perfect (most of the time anyway)

But it's still pretty impressive.

Loves to just dance with you.

If you preform you better believe he finds a way to watch

Doesn't matter if the place is crowded and it's in the middle of the day,

Mikey always finds a way to come out and support you

(you may or may not have nearly screamed after seeing him pop out of the ceiling rafters but shhh)

If you ever need someone to give you feedback too,

Mikey's your turtle!

"S/o!! I saw your dance today, it was awesome!"

"How did you even-?"

"Oh, I found a crawl space under the floor and propped it open a bit, no biggie :D"

":O"

This, and many others, have been sitting in my ask box for over a year now.

I hope you enjoyed it, I apologize for the wait. Have a good day/night!

[pvlvsdog]

How would Sinners react to a proposition of skinny dipping? You don't have to write all of them ofc :3

Ohhh, you are going to be the end of me /pos /nm the way I had to ponder this for so long. I’m dying

Unedited! Slight nsfw themes (mentions of nudity) ahead!

Hmm, I think Don is all for it as a fun adventure. Like, oh cool you want to swim in a lake together, this will be so fun, you can find something to jump into the water from or splash each other. If she’d be excited for having sone fun in the lake with someone, it’d be you. Those are her thoughts for exactly ten seconds before it hits her that skinny dipping also includes both parties being naked, preferably away from everyone else and pretty intimate. Her eyes get a bit wide as she’s hit with that realization but she’s Don, of course she won’t back down. Might blurt out something like ‚naked?’ Just as that thought enters her mind, not that she minds. She just doesn’t have a filter. And is very eager to do the activity with you still. Still, her openness doesn’t mean she’ll be normal about it. I could see her making quite a ruckus about sneaking off with you (not even to show off and let others know, she’s just like that plus you gave her a lot of positive emotions to process) so your little skinny dipping session will be anything but a secret. Bonus is that for a good while after you ask, you could swear her cheeks turned a semi-permanent shade of pink. The shoes stay on of course. Even when you question her about it, she’ll respond like you’re the one being silly for expecting anything else

Again with sinners being anything but normal, we have Sinclair. He’s another one who will ask the same question of „…Naked?” But in his case it’s not prefixed with excitement and joy. Not that he wouldn’t want to do it. He just didn’t expect you to propose that and even if you did, he’s still a bit surprised that you proposed that to him. He just simply… wasn’t expecting this. And with the insight I have from reading his book, I would guess that the whole concept would bring him more stress than joy. First of all, he doesn’t like himself all that much, so the perspective of stripping in front of somebody he likes… is anxiety inducing. Besides, despite keeping it all well hidden and marinating in his brain, his mind - more often than not - leads him uh. Places. He starts thinking about things he… really feels bad for thinking in relation to his favourite coworker. About your body and the connotations of your proposition. Lewd possibilities cross his mind and with each one he feels more and more awful. This is much worse than the ambiguously wet dreams plaguing his mind (as they do in the book), since at this point he at least doesn’t realise who the motherly figure in them is. But he knows you. And he feels like he shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way. You’d find that disgusting, find him disgusting. You probably already do. And he wouldn’t blame you for that. In the past (again, in the book), it took one lewd comment about a local shopkeeper from his schoolmates to get him flustered to the point he gave up on coming to the store. And he’s not much better now. A huge part of him, one that dislikes both the inside and outside of his own self, is screaming at him to decline. But there is something in the way you look at him so kindly, waiting for his response, that pushes him to ignore his innate instinct to run. You swear you could see cogs turning in his head and steam rising (sorry, that metaphor was uh, not purposefully crafted) as he mulled everything over to finally agree. But not before asking if you’re sure. I mean… you did ask. But he’s so stressed, he would rather make sure that you mean what you’re saying. The last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself in front of you. You reassure him that your proposition still stands and you meant it. However, when push comes to shove he probably would still, albeit apologetically, ask if he could maybe stay in his shirt and boxers. Especially after seeing you strip. With a lot of encouragement you could maybe get him to give that up, but it would take a lot and he would be… rather guarded. Either way, as time in the lake goes on, he would relax a tiny bit and it would be fun. Mostly staying emerged in water though. Give him time. And uh. Don’t look down when you two get out of the water. We all know what is happening there as his eyes nearly drill holes in your figure, but I think he would actually die permanently if you acknowledged his hhh. Reaction

Rodya is much more chill with it. She gets excited right away and praises you for the good idea. When you tell her that it would be just the two of you and that she was the first person you thought of when the idea popped into your head, she grins. Well obviously she was, who’s more fun on this bus than her~ despite the self assured words and tone, there is a bit of pride as she says it. She proposes to make it a little adventure, to sneak out and make it a fun secret between the two of you. Definitely not because she’s a bit salty that you were the one to come up with the idea. I mean she likes you, she “should” come with something special to add here to impress you. Though it’s a bit reassuring that you thought that she was the best person to share this moment with. She makes the whole event ten times better, coming up with a way to sneak off unnoticed. Even if you are concerned about Vergilius finding out, she waves you off. She’s been in deeper shit than this, no need to worry. She has a way with words, as she claims. As you two strip, she teases you a bit and shamelessly takes off her clothes, fighting against herself not to show just how much she’s seeking out your starstruck gaze. Again, she tells you to relax as she watches you strip, letting slip a comment or two that are bound to rattle your brain for the next week. But for now you two enter the water. She yelps a bit and complains that it’s colder than she’d like. Overplaying the act a little bit, though you can definitely tell she’s cold. If you’re taking the temperature worse, she’d comment on it, saying how it’s crawl who the ‘cultured’ folk is. ‘Lowly ones are too used to freezing colds, it’s very easy to see~’ she says about ‘commoners’ in a playful but matter-of-factly tone. You could easily imagine Heathcliff contemplating drowning her on the spot on a bad day if he was present. But there’s no one around. Only you and her. And despite her poorly masked insecurities, this little activity you share is sure making her feel special

I firmly believe that asking Outis to skinny dip would leave you more flustered than her. Maybe she’d be surprised at first. Taken aback. You could see something in her demeanour shift as she lets out some semi-flustered explanation that it could be amateurish considering your “service” to the company. But she has a soft spot for you. So, after asking Dante (yes, she has to ask them, it’s the ‘professional way to conduct such procedures’) she informs you at what time she’ll be waiting for you. The initial surprise has worn off and from then on, oh, you’re cooked. She’d strip in a very matter of factly fashion and when she stands in front of you in all her glory, it’s hard not to blush. At the slightest hesitance she informs you that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone both confident and a little… affectionate? You could swear there was a glint of warmth in her eyes when she said it. Genuine warmth shining through her collected exterior. Times at war are (you don’t dare to correct that with a ‘were’) tough and back in her day she had seen contless soldiers in such situations. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Didn’t you request this bonding time between the two of you? It’s a good way to bring you two closer. She proclaims so with confidence, but as her words hit her, she adverts her eyes and adds that it’s good for teamwork. So what are you waiting for? It’s hard to disagree or prolong the ordeal, so soon enough both of you get into the water. She sways effortlessly along with the current and for once you can see her expression soften a little as she goes along with your attempts at small talk. Sure, that civil, personal part of her is a little rusty, but it glimmers though the cracks as she recounts some little facts and situations from the passing days. It’s hard to let her guard down. But as she watches you, submerged in the water beside her, she feels like it’s not impossible to feel something else than a calculated need for survival

As you ask Ryoshu to indulge you in your request, she takes her cigarette out of her mouth and quirks her eyebrow at you. ‚What For?’ She questions you with amusement. No matter your reasoning, she ponders for a second, snickering a little. It’s… sort of cute you want to involve her in your plans like that. Especially since it’s a bit of a bold ask, all things considered. Finally, a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes travel up and down your figure and she replies. ‚Alright, Why Not’. She’s not bothered by the whole concept, though your daring request is for sure positively interesting to her, as I said. You two set the time (well, you do, she’s chill to go along with anything really) and she tells you to lead the way. She’s not too bothered to just walk out even if you want to go during company time. She’s curious to see where it’ll go. Only when you two did yourselves of your uniforms does she change her demeanour a bit. She’s a woman of the arts after all. And there’s nothing shameful in her gaze as it drags across your body, noting every curve and scar. She definitely has eyes of an artist. And in that moment, you feel like the finest muse she had ever had (which… could be concerning considering the type of art she dabbles in, but this time her thoughts are definitely going different places than gore. For the most part). She’s fun to spend time in the water with. Witty and attentive, she gazes at the scenery around, though each time her eyes end up on you again. Albeit she’s an enigmatic woman, it’s very clear that this experience made you two somewhat closer

The real issue when asking Faust to go skinny dipping with you is to get a straightforward answer from her. Or just any answer that would tell you what she’s thinking. But it’s Faust we’re talking about. So, when you ask her if she’d be down to go skinny dipping with you after Dante officially ends the work day (you know she wouldn’t agree if this wasn’t the case) she tells you that ‘all employees are permitted to use the next twelve hours as they please, to rest, use the restroom or destress’. She says it as if she was stating the obvious. Well, she is, in a sense, but it doesn’t mean she’s making herself clear in this context. She’s doing anything but that. After you press her a bit and explains, that her response was, indeed, a “yes”. Although a very faint smile is tugging on her lips, as she asks you about the time and for the briefest of times you could swear that her (usually very distant) gaze settled on you. Still avoiding the eyes, but as it falls below your face, you wonder if it’s about something different than her habit of avoiding looking at faces this time. With how enigmatic she is, she isn’t giving you much to go off on in terms of decoding her thoughts. Even when she shows up at the time you two agreed on (seems like she appeared just as the clock struck the exact minute, but after getting to know her, that doesn’t surprise you at all). Gracefully, her hands work their way around zippers and buttons until the last item of clothing slides off of her body, only to be folded and set aside for later. Her soft, pale skin seems radiant and she waits for you to rid yourself on the uniform as well before emerging herself in water beside you. When you look at her, her eyes barely leave the surface, tracing the lines of the ripples her movement makes against the current. However, each time you look away, you can almost feel the burning gaze that settles on your figure and takes it all in

A gentle, happy smile settles on Hong Lu’s lips as you present him with the idea. How curious! Is this some sort of a ritual or a pastime poor people have? He would love to do it, he never had the chance to~. First being hungry and now taking clothes off and getting into dirty water for fun, this job is giving him so many new experiences! He asks what the purpose is. Of being naked and swimming in some (probably at least slightly contaminated) water. You didn’t suspect he knew about the horrid state of things outside of his bubble, such as water being bad/polluted, but his state of surprise seems to be contagious when you find yourself wondering about the degree to which his ignorance is a choice. As your expression clearly changes at his words, he gives you a lazy, quizzical smile. His questions need to be answered and I, dear reader, wish you good luck because you will need all of it to explain to him why you want to be in the water - alone and without clothes - with him specifically. After he seems satisfied (though you’re sure the last one or two questions were asked in an effort to fluster you), he tells you to get him when you’re ready to depart and head towards the destination of your ‘curious activity’. Once there, he gently pulls off his clothes with a bit of excitement, clearly looking forward to taking part in your plan. Before you get a chance to lead him into the murky liquid, he happily shows you his folded stack of clothes. They look… a bit unconventional in the way he had put them, but he acts with such glee that it’s hard to stay indifferent to his achievement. He tells you that he had other people handle such things before, but since that’s a thing of the past, he had learned to do it on his own. He’s very happy to share this new skill with you. It’s after that, that you two finally go thought with your plan fully. Shivering a bit, he asks if the water will be heated up. It’s up to you if you want to inform him that it’s not how natural bodies of water work or spare him such information and assure him that the longer you two stay emerged, the warmer he’ll feel (omitting that it won’t be due to any manmade mechanisms). All in all, even something you wouldn’t personally call “and exceptional experience” is like a brand new adventure with Hong Lu by your side. His musing and eager inquiries never let you drift off or grow bored. And if you’re unsure about how stimulating a chat with him can be, I assure you that his body will provide a whole array of visual stimuli as well, all on display for your eyes to explore

Next 3 couldn’t have been written without the help of my friend (you, dear anon haha^^) and I hope I didn’t disappoint~

If you were hoping for a distinct reaction from Heathcliff, you are in luck because it is indeed, definitely strong. When you ask him if he would like to skinny dip with you (either because you like the idea and want company or have just heard of the concept and want to try it out, having picked him as the best suited companion) he looks a bit… taken aback. Sure, he can be loud and most definitely wouldn’t categorise him as shy, but he’s also not blind to the implications of you offering to strip in front of him like it’s some casual activity (it’s not to him, definitely). There’s a lot of things left over from his past and even now, it clearly shows in his approach to intimacy. Not only was he ‘undesirable’ before, he had grown to expect to not have his desires met easily and without fighting for each instance of genuine affection (such as his… favourite coworker offering to be so intimate). In his head it’s still more easy to accept being The Other, the one who pleases those he cares about, someone who constantly tries to earn each instance of affection. Despite his… quite innate state of emotional constipation, he is fond of you and by extension- thinks quite highly of you. For someone who had it so reinforced from an early age that he is below the good and pure people (well, especially one person), it makes sense for you to just be your lovely self instead of initiating anything on you own, directing your attention and intimacy towards him so blatantly. Besides that he uh… well, he is all bark no bite in a sense that he didn’t have a lot of instances where he could get experience. At best he had something like this happen once or twice when he was much younger. Both the way he is and the lingering idea in the back of his head of ‘saving himself’ prevented him from familiarising himself with more. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the question came from someone else. But you get him worked up on daily over much less than skinny dipping. Heck, even when you look at him a bit too intensely during a bickering session he looses track for a moment each time without fail. But he wouldn’t be Heathcliff if he unpacked all of that. So instead your question will get a very annoyed ‚what for’. I mean. Your intentions aren’t that clear to him, like I said, he feels more natural when he’s chasing an idea, than when his desires become something writhing reach, something he doesn’t have to work for. Whatever you tell him to explain your request, it won’t be completely understandable to him because of that. But in the end a strange pull he feels on the inside (again, he’s not unpacking that) pushes him to grumble out something that is almost in agreement to your question. In turn he spends the remaining time being filled with way more tension that what would be considered reasonable. He’s not snappy, but something about the way he holds himself is very different. So much so, that Rodya calls it out at one point. Only then does he let his full annoyance out and while a few sinners muse on what could have set him off like that again, you’re left to wonder if you were the reason for his strange behaviour. He’s stuck between snapping at your coworkers and spacing out. His mind going back to the plans you two made. Each time, he finds that his gaze landed on you again and lets out a frustrated huff. As you two finally depart on your off time, he walks right by your side. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes looking somewhere off to the side. On the inside he is torn. A part of him wishes to rush towards the body of water and the other part tells him to run back to the bus. In the end he simply walks shoulder in w shoulder with you. Saying nothing until you two arrive at the place. Something stops him from undressing and compels him to instead aim his gaze at you for the first time since you guys departed. It’s then that he finds himself stuck, watching you slip out of your uniform, fabric sliding off of your form 1/2

Hungrily he notes each soft curve and sharp edge that makes up your form, his eyes taking in all the ways in which light and shadow engulf your body, creating a sight he realises now, he yearned so hard to see until now. No beauty mark, no hair, no scar escape his sight. When you turn to him, you could swear that his pronounced chest is rising up and down way pre intensely than it has any business doing so. Heath doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. Seeing you so bare, so purposefully there - it makes all the repressed urges inside him turn into a devouring fire that leaves his body sweating and muscles tense. It somehow feels both wrong and cathartic to have someone be here with him so wholly, with such intent. This is not like fleeting glances and meek brushing of the skin that he was told over and over he was undeserving of. This here doesn’t feel wrong or undeserved. Whatever you meant by your invitation here, he can feel that you meant it. He can’t think of what he did to deserve to be chosen out of all the coworkers you two are close to. In all fairness this is so unusual because he is sure that he did not do anything. He didn’t have to dress up nicely, speak differently, act more “civilised” (we… won’t unpack that here hhh). No amount of favours and flowers caused you to trust him enough to bare yourself like that. Somehow, you just did on your own accord. Undressing takes him a second, all those notions racing in his head, having a hard time getting through over his much more thirsty thoughts as he is battling a hard time of his own. The mere fact that his is not sporting a full on erection is more of a miracle than whatever Dante does to bring him back from the dead after battles. Finally you two are naked and if he wasn’t as worked up over you, he’d get an ego boost from the way you looked at him as well. As strong as his self restraint is, even the cold water can’t keep his member flaccid once you two get into the water and he looks at the way droplets explore your body, dripping down each time you emerge from under the surface. They shine and shimmer on your soft skin before falling down and it’s safe to say he’s getting more worked up with each second. It’s even more evident when you try to hold a conversation. Although you will have to deal with his frustrated demeanour and lack of focus, he still makes it worth a while and there’s nothing to regret once your little adventure comes to an end 2/2

As soon as the question exits your mouth, Ishmael cocks her head at you. It that really what you want to do? She also asks you ‘what for?’ Though she’s certainly not as worked up about it as Heathcliff was. There’s no doubt that she has experience with bodies of water and she is the first person to inform you that bathing without any clothes is about the least practical thing you can do. Of course, jumping in with your full attire on wouldn’t work well either, but a minimal amount of clothing is actually very beneficial. She’s not judging you, but don’t expect her not to question what kind of ‘fun’ there is in skinny dipping. So it’s a whole thing and people like to partake in it? Doesn’t make much sense from a practical standpoint, but as you explain to her why it’s actually the whole point to take your clothes off when you two do it, a little smile tugs on her lips. Perhaps she does find your methods of seeking alone time… unique, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that this is you initiating an intimate moment with her. The length to which you’re going to convince her of the vital part of being naked during skinny dipping makes it hard for her not to point it out. She asks you one or two final questions that are solely spoken to fluster you a bit, but ultimately she’s open to try this out. It’s Ish that insists on setting the time and follows through to a minute, waiting to be lead by you towards your set destination. As you undress, she checks out the body of water, humming to herself and giving you updates on her finds. When she’s satisfied that no harm could be caused by your little activity, she turns to face you. Though she acts very casual, her cheeks and ears come close to matching her hair as she eyes you up and down. After a brief pause she begins to take her own clothes off. The sudden change of temperatures leaves you shivering as you two go deeper in, but Ishmael acts unphased. She notes that she did warn you that your fun adventure could turn unpleasant and lead to you catching a cold. With a small sign, she swims closely to you. Body heat transfers underwater just as easily as it does on the surface. Thus, she proposes that you two entangle your bodies closely to keep you from suffering the cruel coolness of the liquid you were so eager to submerge yourself into. Her strong arms wrap themselves around your frame and your chests press together. Though decently athletic, she’s soft and definitely warm. She holds you until it’s time to get out, making sure you don’t freeze. At least that’s the reason she gives you ;3

Right from the start, though calm and unassuming in his demeanour, Yi Sang would be pretty receptive to your idea. All nervousness you might have felt disappear as soon as he responds to your question. He might be a little quiet but it doesn’t mean he’s prudish or judgy, quite the opposite actually. So all he does is nod in agreement and ask what would be the most convenient time for you two to depart. After that, if you are vigilant enough, you might feel his eyes on you a decent amount of times. At one point you can even hear Rodya question why he’s ’smiling to himself like that’ though his answer it too quiet to decipher (and probably a bit too ambiguous to get a proper read on him). In the end he approaches you as your working hours come to an end, asking you if you’re ready to go. He’s so casual about it that it’s hard not to feel at ease, even though his veiled eagerness is definitely a bit flustering. On the way there he engages in pleasant musings with you, listening to your thoughts about the latest happenings or life in general and gladly sharing his own. He’s a bit more relaxed now, whether it’s because he’s off the clock and away from the crowded bus or because he’s speaking with you. He grows a bit more flustered when he sees you take your clothes off and avoids eye contact more than usual when he sees you looking at his naked form, but still manages not to make things too awkward. All in all it’s not a bad time and despite being somewhat a distant person, he is definitely staying pretty close to you physically, sneaking glances each time you gaze at the water you two are submerged in

With Meursault I can’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be a bit silly and surreal because that man really just considers private affections and urges to be not a part of his work contract and thus fails to see the purpose in carrying them out. I firmy believe even getting morning wood is a conscious choice to him. It’s not in his contract, thus he refuses to succumb to it. However, he does value your input. Whether it’s affection or ‘simple appreciation for your efficiency in the workplace’ he is willing to hear you out. It doesn’t mean you won’t have to explain and validate skinny dipping as a pastime, both in excruciating length and detail. You might have to get Dante involved, asking them to please issue an official statement allowing you to depart in purpose of decreasing stress and thus increasing productivity. Yes, it has to be phrased like that. If you get your dear (and confused) manager to comply, Meursault won’t argue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go. But his wants are not relevant. He is an employee first, after all. It shows in the way he completely disregards any of his personal feelings on the matter. Just hums quietly and agrees. If he is flustered or nervous, it doesn’t show. The best sign you will get from him is that he seems pretty receptive, all factors considered. Another sign that he might be a bit more interested than he is lettting on is that, after your work hours end, he heads towards you with such purpose that one could assume that Vergilius himself had ordered him to. With little to no shame he says ‘the work day ended. We can go through with your plan to go skinny dipping now’. It’s said in front of everyone and you can be sure that at least a few of your fellow coworkers will have a blast bringing it up and teasing you for the next week or two. But it is a worry you will have to mull over later as, just like Meursault said, it is time for you two to leave and head towards your destination. As you lead him towards the water he stays silent and promptly begins taking his clothes off when you two stop. Even in such an intimate action he is very stoic and graceful, leaving his uniform folded by the shore and offering to fold yours as well. Without any shame in his naked, exposed self, he submerges himself. If he is cold, there’s no indication of that. It is after hours though and if you are attentive enough you will see his eyes trailing across your figure. He is yet another sinner that, if you find yourself shivering, will offer to transfer some of his warmth by standing and holding you closely. The action seems almost formal, but it’s doubtful he would propose such thing if it wasn’t you. Silence with him is comfortable. In case you initiate a conversation though, he will respond, carrying the talk effortlessly and casually. Or well, as much as his usual uptight demeanour allowed him to

There is no other way to describe the state you put Dante in other than ‘sheer panic’. For a split second they even start to wonder if they should be getting into the water at all, given their mechanical head. Only to realise that this is no different than the showers they take and will not jeopardise their life or ability to bring sinners back. If it was physically possible, you would definitely see more than one droplet of sweat rolling down their face as they look around and fiddle with their fingers. Suddenly it feels like their limbs had grown too long and their body is all wrong. They shift under your gaze, making a few surprised sounds. If you were hoping to make your poor manager a flustered mess, you sure got it. Finally they ask <is that even allowed?>. And I mean. They are the manager, so it’s not like you’re the one to tell them. They get flustered at that realisation even more. Muttering something that almost could be considered a coherent confirmation they look mortified with their own decision making skills. I mean. They are used to being mocked and used by the sinners, disregarded as a weakling by most (and that doesn’t even cover the way they get treated by those who can’t hear their speech). So it’s surprising that out of everyone you could invite, you felt the most comfortable undressing in front of them. Sure, you make a point to treat them well on the daily, but they always assumed you didn’t think very highly of them, that it was pure courtesy. The more they think about your proposition, the more anxious they get. They like you. A lot. But your question could mean that you are more fond of them than they initially assumed. And they like you so so much. Oftentimes your interactions make their day, making them feel better even after the worst of days. But they always thought it was one sided (why wouldn’t it be? You’re so lovely and they are, as of now, not even the bare minimum. Just some incompetent ‘resurrection machine’ with no memories of the past and ‘questionable humanity’). If this is some sign that you’re sending, if you really like them, they would feel bad for giving into their selfish urges. You deserve someone stronger. Someone more capable. They get so worked up over that, that when you two finally get to it and it’s time to undress they are hit with a new wave of anxiety. Once again their whole body feels so inadequate and out of place. As you stand there naked they can’t help but shrink into themselves the more your beauty hits them. They don’t even remember what is considered attractive. They know their head is definitely a turn off but as they stand with their arms folded tightly like a shield, they start to wonder if any part of them is even remotely appealing by common beauty standards. You have to snap them out of their half horny-half self deprecating gaze and lead them towards the water by their hand, making their stomach fill with butterflies. It certainly takes a while for them to relax, though they do their best to respond every time you say something. All whilst desperately reminding themselves that you aren’t able to see where their eyes are looking 0///0

Gregor is no less caught by surprise and the half grumble-half squeak he makes is definite proof. Your surprising question is definitely at least a bit dreadful. Unlike in the the scenario above, Greg is more so concerned with the physical aspect of things. He treads carefully, trying to gage if you’re not making fun of him, mocking his appearance like so many have done before. Of course, up to this point you were nothing but kind, but after being let down and made to feel lesser by everyone, there is a (rather large) part of him that wonders if you’re not about to join the rest in reminding him just how much of a lowly gross looking pest he is. His suspicion is not very subtle, so you would easily catch on. I mean, after having witnessed so many times just how awfully people spoke to him/about him, you wouldn’t struggle to, at least partially, understand the source of his approach. All you can do is be kind and hope he can read your true intent (since he won’t verbalise his exact fear, he doesn’t like to bring up his modifications if he doesn’t have to). Surprisingly, it somewhat works because he reluctantly agrees to at least try. If he changes his mind, he can just stay on the shore. That kind of setup does make things a bit better for him. If push comes to shove he figures he can just opt out, you’re not putting much pressure on him. Still, he sighs deeply and sighs, muttering something about how he ‘should be smarter at his age’. Please, that man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed whilst being 35, someone talk some sense into him…. Well, either way he follows through in his promise and goes with you at your agreed time. When someone comments on you two ‘sneaking off’ it does nothing to make the situation any more loaded. The closer you two get to the body of water, the more visibly stressed he is. Instead of engaging in his usual small talk, he stays silent as he often does when he gets reminded of his painful past. If the walk was any longer you could safely assume that he would go through his whole pack of cigarettes, if not two. He sort of catches himself spacing out by the end and tries to act like everything’s fine (I mean, in the improbable - in his eyes - scenario that you just genuinely like him, it is a pretty bad look for him to be so silent and gloomy), but there is something heavy in the air. As you reach the shore, he stands to the side. Piece by piece your uniform uncovers your naked body. Only when you’re fully undressed does he start to contemplate yet another issue that could put him in a horrific predicament. While a decent chunk of other sinners, in they were in his place, would be most worried about getting a very obvious boner, he is too preoccupied with just now beginning to stress over the sudden upsurge of strong emotion making his body transform or act on its own. And there is a definite upsurge of emotions when he lets his gaze settle on your figure. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask if he wants to join you. He’s somewhere between flustered and worried, looking anywhere but at you whilst telling you all the ways this could go bad. Hurting you. Scaring you. Making you repulsed. That last one he doesn’t say out loud but it weights on him nonetheless. Eventually you could maybe convince him. Pressure doesn’t work but letting him know that he has a choice and you are simply glad he accompanied you is going to go a long way. Something something being denied autonomy his whole life. Or something. Aaanyways. That might just get him to join you in the water, after having taken off his clothes as well. He… doesn’t like his looks in general. As a friend of mine put it - he figures the arm at least takes the attention away from everything else. Ouch. But undressing in front of you is a huge step! Kind of has a what are we????? Ringing in his head and making his face red but he won’t say that hhhh. Only when you two go in deeper (he’s very actively trying to submerge himself in the water, though he wishes he was a bit more secure if only to have you above the surface) does he chuckle nervously

2/2 and informs you that he cannot swim. At all. You're happy to learn more about him as always but also that kind of information would be handy to know beforehand. He still doesn't trust his modifications not to act up if your naked body were to get any closer to him, so you two stay a reasonable distance away but refrain from getting ant deeper. As he relaxes a tiny bit, you get to experience his uninterrupted yapping and forget about the earlier worries for a bit. His subtle cynicism shines through his goodnatured jokes and comments and for the first tine in a while he gets to relax a bit. It might take him long to let his guard down fully but it's hard not to smile seeing him at least a bit less beaten down. All i can guarantee is that he will absolutely go over this adventure again and again in his head and for days to come will get flustered in the most random moments. But out of all the outcomes, it's not so bad to have that effect on him, is it? ;3

[sinful-lanterns]

SMAU but it's Zero and Moore fighting over you fr

Even if I can see Zero fit the sugar baby position a little m(o)ore, my mind is fixated on the fact that she would be a total brat and just steal you all for herself when she gets the chance 🤭 and, since theres clearly a, let's call it "rivarly tension" between her and Moore making the latter her sugar mommy makes it even funnier and interesting

The sugar baby who rebels and goes against her role just to show the sm that she can make you feel even better, smirking while she fucks you senseless on her cock 😩💜

Moore is the type to make you put inside a vibrator and keep it while she teases you for minutes, watching you squirm on her lap and smile, going up and down with the speed. After who knows how many orgasms you are almost in tears, the sight and pleas just make her even more excited for some reason, it's almost as if she likes to watch you struggle to not pass out on her lap 👀 Moore likes to praise you for that, and before you notice that her glasses are missing she's already changing position to finger you (if you feel desperate brave enough she might let you keep the small vibrator inside while she does so🤭) something about her "switching" from soft to dommy all of sudden is what makes you excited the most.

(her art in the event and interrogation altered my brain chemistry, you can literally make her soft but also a little sadistic when she removes her glasses djndskmd her double personality kills me/pos)

Zero has surely some competition to beat, but that won't stop her from stealing you mid sex sometimes, just to end up fucking you with Moore in combo~

-🧶 anon who loves them both

CW: Sextape, threesome, transfem! Zero

AXVHAIKSKKSDN OH HOW BADLY I WANT TO BE DOMMED BY THESE TWO 😩

Zero seems like the type to snatch you up when Moore’s not looking and send her a sex tape of her banging the hell out of you. Moore would just be in her office late at night, curious as to why she got a text from Zero…only to receive a five minute long video of Zero fucking you doggystyle in front of the camera.

The camera footage and audio quality is kind of shitty tbh, but Moore can most definitely make out the sounds of your moans as you cry out Zero’s name. Your pretty, lewd expressions so vivid in front of the camera while Zero smirks down at the screen and rams her small dick repeatedly, almost mocking Moore as she goes “say hi to Mommy Moore, baby. Give her quite the show, yeah? Make her regret working overtime instead of coming over…”

And ofc, Moore is seething in quiet jealousy, before packing up her bags and clocking out for the night, rushing towards the SMC where she knows Zero is hogging you all to herself. It won’t be long before the door to your private room is swung open, with your blessed Mommy Moore standing there to satiate you herself.

You whine when Zero’s dick suddenly slips out of you, as she is gently (yet forcibly) pulled from your needy cunt by Moore, but not before being replaced by her fingers instead! Both women are bickering at each other (mostly Zero who is salty that she was pulled out before she could cum) but Moore hushes her and continues massaging your greedy cunt on her fingers, telling Zero if that she wants to get off, she could justice your mouth instead.

Ough…to get fucked by Zero and Moore seems like such a dream 🩷

[suite-hearts-hotel]

✎ breastfeeding m! Kylar like he deserves ♡

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2.5k words (wow im a horny bastard), informal writing, m! Kylar with cock, unprotected p in v sex, unrealistic sex, Kylar is a very submissive and pathetic (/affectionate) top, lactating pc from cow transformation, BIG GIANT TATAS and AFAB anatomy terms. u got coochie n it'll b called cunt and pussy but Kylar doesn't call u by either feminine terms or masculine terms so it's,,, gender-neutral reader-ish??

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WHY BOTHER HAVING A BREAST MILK MECHANIC IF U CANT GIVE IT TO ANY OF THE LOVE INTERESTS... SMH VREL GET ON IT /LH also dis is a shoutout to da fellow transmascs like me that don't mind hvin big tatas 2 feed kylar <33 my first full fic i tink!! enjoy!!!

♡ ┆ u 2 are on a date at the park as usual. when u casually suggest it, his brain just stops working. his mouth hangs open and u have to shake him to snap him out of it. 

"uhh, haha, sorry, darling... c-could you repeat that?"

with a smirk, you do. you lean in and suggest going somewhere private so he could enjoy your milk directly from the source. all the blood in his cheeks rush to his cock almost immediately. he is so down bad for u, he's fucking floored u even suggested it.

♡ ┆ he gets more cocky, confident, and possessive during sex, but at this point, he's only squeezed your chest so far, not sure how he could even begin to explain himself. he’s seen u lactate when u cum, he just didnt know if it was overstepping a boundary to just dive in. its early into the relationship so he doesnt know if youre comfortable with that part of your bovine biology. hes a perv but hes also a polite boy!!  well... most of the time ♡ he couldnt just walk up to u and say i want ur milk babe, you deserve better than that, he just didnt know how to ask... so ofc he's over the moon you're the one who brought it up

♡ ┆ absolutely solidifies in his mind that you're an angel sent from heaven to protect him and love him

♡ ┆ he's a stinky little anime nerd /pos. pre-relationship, after you saved him from bullies, he draws u and ur cute fluffy cow ears and massive anime-like tits in all sorts of erotic ways. does all the hentai tropes. fists his needy, leaky cock at night to the drawings he's made of u. when you start dating, it was like he was walking on cloud 9 when you wanted to recreate some of his erotic drawings (bc ofc u pushed to see his sketchbook when he mentioned it was full of only u lol)

♡ ┆ cant go to the manor, kylar isnt comfy w that yet. cant be in pc’s bedroom, kylar doesnt even want a single chance of someone who knows you and lives with you to see u giving him milk, it's his and only his in sight, sound,,, and ofc taste. hed get jealous if other orphans u live with saw yall doing it, bc if they see he thinks theyre never gonna forget the sight..... which could lead 2 all sorts of trouble since they live with u and he doesnt. he wants it to only be his even in memory. PATHETIC /POS so yalls only option is a cheap-ass love hotel. maybe someday youll fuck somewhere nicer but this’ll have to do… not to mention kylar is thrumming w/ excitement. he’s fucking trembling at the mere thought of getting to taste your sweet milk, directly from your heavy chest which was always tempting him… PATHETIC /POS (1)

♡ ┆ at first, kylar cant get his bearings. he sits next to u on the bed, hands politely on his lap while his cock strains against his pants. hes strangely silent until u snap him out of it with a kiss on the cheek. “ah… d-darling, you don’t know how much this means to me.” he says in a shaky voice. you chuckle and slowly begin to lift your shirt, making sure to give him a show. the way your heavy tits laden with the milk he craves always looked like they were spilling out, your bra barely being able to hold them back never failed to do a number on kylar’s psyche. 

♡ ┆ ”c’mon, you’ve already seen me lactate. get me wet first, babe, then it’ll come out.” you tease as you unclasp your bra effortlessly and toss it to the side, your tits swaying with every movement you make. kylar is hypnotized. just a lot of spacing out in general until you two really get into it.

♡ ┆ your back is laid on the bed, and Kylar moves to get your pants and panties off. the sight never fails to make him breathless. he figures the quickest way to taste your sweet milk is to eat you out, so he does, very diligently. he dives in and devours your pussy like a man starved, he does this every time. he just can’t believe someone as perfect as you would willingly give yourself to him, and he wants to show his gratitude properly, always…

♡ ┆ this mf latches onto your cunt with an intense need and desperation. not only is he making his beloved feel good, he’s working to get your milk flowing as well… it makes him especially ravenous. licking up and sucking on your sensitive folds, using his hands to part your lips and plunge his tongue into you deeper… when you pat his fluffy, unkempt hair and moan… “fuuuuck yes, that’s it, good boy…” he goes absolutely ballistic in his brain. it goes w/o saying that he has a praise kink, loves giving and receiving it. he’s especially emboldened when he feels his head sandwiched between the softness of your thighs, he’s going delirious with need at this point, eyes all half-lidded and bleary, focused on nothing but lapping up the fluids your cunt makes. he's fucking groaning against your folds, can't get enough of your sweet taste. his cock is straining to be free right now, but your pleasure takes precedence.

♡ ┆ eventually, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard, tongue swirling around it as he’s making you scream. “K-Kylar!!” it fills him with a sick thrill, like he’s letting all the strangers in this damn sleazy love hotel know that he’s the one making his darling cry out with pleasure. he pulls back for a moment, a string of saliva connecting between your cunt and his lips to smirk confidently at you. “that’s it, darling, let it all out.” he says, as he’s licking a broad stripe up your pussy, “let them all hear how much you love what i’m doing to you.”

♡ ┆ the moment he sees your tits drip with milk, he unlatches his mouth from your cunt with a soft pop, halting the intense suctions for now. his eyes sparkle with curiosity and hunger, seeing you laid out on the bed with your cheeks flushed, mouth hung agape from moaning so much just does something to his fucked up brain. he wastes no time capturing a nipple into his mouth and giving a hard suck, groaning when your milk hits his tastebuds. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted…

♡ ┆ he kneads at your tit, trying to coax more and more milk out of you as your cow ears flicker atop your head. needless to say, he’s getting off on your moans, the taste of your creaminess, and the softness of your chest… he loves it. all of this, it’s only for him and him alone. he laminates your nipple with spit using his tongue, moaning as he drinks up every last drop. keeping a hand on your pussy, he gently bites down, making you yelp, yet he also felt your cunt twitch at the action… that gives him an idea for later. he shows love to your other breast, licking up all of the milk that had been dripping off to the side as his fingers rub at your pussy, the slick sounds making his head spin. his breaths are heavy and erratic as it fans over your exposed skin, adding a layer of eroticism from his desperation being conveyed this way. 

♡ ┆ finally… the moment he’d been waiting for. he releases his mouth and cups both of your heavy breasts, pressing them close together and sucking on both your nipples at the same time. wow… just like in his hentai mangas. the sensation makes you feel embarrassed, but you can’t deny how good it feels, either… as his fingers dig into your plush, large chest, he suckles, licks, and bites, doing anything to get more milk into his mouth again. some of it drips in between your chest, and it gives him a devious idea…

♡ ┆ he retreats for now, taking a finger to swipe up a drop of milk on his chin and lick it, a crazed hunger in his green eyes. he pulls down his pants and boxers… out comes his cock, blushed at the tip and leaky with pre-cum. “darling… would you be willing to hold up your chest for me, please?” he asks in a sweet voice, and you comply without question. you already knew what he was planning without him having to outright say it.

♡ ┆ he holds the sides of your breasts securely and moves up on the bed, positioning himself under your chest. you feel something hard underneath your boobs… and without further ado, Kylar thrusts his cock in. he moans so loud, breathing sooo heavily as he pistons his hips… he’s just in pure disbelief. the milk that had dripped between your chest earlier aids him in creating a slick passage between your pillowy tits. it takes him all his willpower to not immediately cum… which he inevitably fails. his cock splatters all over your chest, and a little bit gets on your face. “ah…!! i-oh no, i’m so sorry… i couldn’t help it, it just felt too good…” he pouts with a voice whinier than usual. you reassure him that it’s more than okay with a sultry smile, and you collect his cum with your fingers, licking it all up.

♡ ┆ the sight of you doing that of your own volition without him even asking to… grrr he’s going feral! and he realized you hadn’t cum once! that just won’t do. so while waiting for his cock to stiffen up again, he pulls out and lowers himself back down and thrusts a finger into your dripping entrance. he gets off on the sound of your moans, and he reaches down to take a nipple into his mouth again, the dual sensation of kylar’s suction and his finger curling inside you driving you mad. he establishes a rhythm with both actions, and it’s not long before he adds another finger into you, the squelching noises from your naughty pussy tempting him making his cock twitch back to life very quickly. as your inner walls tighten around his fingers, he searches desperately for your sweet spot while feverishly lapping up any milk from your breasts. and finally… he finds that one gummy mass inside you and just absolutely goes to town on it, making you cry out loudly. he reluctantly detached himself from your tit, and as his fingers were pressing down on your sweet spot, he held his hand firmly over your pubic mound, pressing down and quickening the pace of his fingers going in and out of you. it’s not long before you scream his name and cum on his fingers, soaking his hand in your precious nectar… not to mention your chest flowing with milk as well.

♡ ┆ he’s now hard again… and you take a moment to catch your breath. he’s too impatient this time, however, he wants to thrust into you now. you feel his cock press against your overly sensitive entrance but you manage to gently push him down onto the bed to take control of the situation. “ah ah ah. not so fast.  just came, ya horndog.” you tease lightly, while kylar groans and pouts. you reach down and press a kiss to his lips, your tongues meeting each other once again as they get entangled. you taste a hint of your own milk. kylar can feel your breasts pressing up against him, the weight making him get more needy and feverish with his kissing. his breath hitches when you start grinding your cunt onto him, tip of his cock leaking with cum onto his tummy as your pussy presses down on it. your hips buck back and forth on top of him as you take control, allowing yourself to rest while keeping kylar sated.

♡ ┆ when you’re finally ready to have sex, you teasingly bounce your cunt on the tip of his cock, and you see tears in his eyes. “pc- my love, come, on, let me in, pleasepleaseplease- ah!!” 

his babbling is interrupted by you finally giving him what he wants. as your velvety walls sink down onto him, threatening to overwhelm his senses, you press your breasts onto his face. “you know what to do.” you say with a flirtatious smirk. kylar immediately gets the memo, he’s been dying to do this since you first saved him. he latches onto your nipples and tugs down at your breasts while you start bouncing your pussy on his cock, the dual sensations driving you both mad.

♡ ┆ you’re expertly riding him as he whimpers helplessly beneath you, humping into him so hard the headboard slams into the wall from your passion. his mouth is overflowing with your milk like he wanted… his brain is just melting, much to your delight. your cow tail swishes behind you playfully as he grabs your plush hips and thrusts up into your movements, the sounds of your moans and wet slapping reverberating in the room. 

♡ ┆ the warmth and softness of your cunt makes him wanna cum again. poor boy… he was never good at lasting long. “kylar, hold yourself back right now or else i’m pulling myself off.” you tease, but he takes that to heart and whines in disappointment. “i’ll be good… i’ll be good, pc, i promise, just please dont, ah… leave me!” you smile at him. “i’m not leaving you dummy, ever.”

neuron activation time……. his eyes widen in disbelief as affection floods his heart. he grips your hips more firmly, thrusting up into you at such an animalistic pace that the poorly constructed bed almost sounds like it'll break. the plush of your ass bounces back on his lap, and it makes him grit his teeth trying to hold back. he has a fire in his eyes, as if his life’s whole purpose now was to make you cum on his cock. he bites down on a nipple like earlier and feels your cunt clench around him. he alternates between bites and hard sucks as his hips thrust desperately upward while you struggle to keep riding him. “that’s a promise, okay? dont! ever! leave! me!” he punctuates each word with a thrust deep into your womb, hell-bent on breeding you. 

♡ ┆ it’s not long before stars crowd around your eyes as you two climax together with your own loud moans, his semen flooding the depths of your warmth while your own cum coats his cock and drips down to his balls. your milk drips down your breasts again, and even though kylar is weak, he still manages to find it in himself to lick it up. as you catch your breaths, you two giggle conspiratorially, pressing your foreheads together and exchanging words of pure love and affection for one another… right before going back in for another round. you two rented out this room for an extended period of time, after all.

♡ ┆ now kylar takes whatever opportunity he can to bite and suck on your precious chest, pulling you in school closets or dark alleyways just so he can have a taste of your milk.

♡ ┆ ofc it’s not long until you both rent out a room at the hotel again, you going along with one of his crazy hentai recreations. it ends up with him on your lap and you, jerking off his sensitive cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over his shaft as he has his fill of your milk.

[nnnyxie]

Now you have me thinking of a nerd and goofball loser tetsu, now even better....his ass having a crush on our chubby reader, hear me out

WAITTTT……… YOURE A GENIUS……..

tis a teensy bit suggestive

nerd!loser!kuroo who loves chubby girls because they’re so much softer and sweeter

high school nerd!loser!kuroo that sweats an odd amount any time you get near him because, the thought of being so close to you makes him go insane.

yaku that literally pushes kuroo to speak to you— but, he fumbles over his words an insane amount of times, to the point where he gives up speaking.

and then it’s you that giggles at kuroo’s awkwardness because, it’s just so cute to you.

kuroo shyly asks you to come watch a practice game— and nearly chokes when you agree

when kai spots you— he points it out to kuroo, who immediately shakes in excitement and nervousness.

yaku that makes kuroo ask you to be the manager just so he could spend more time with you. (and internally squeals when you agree)

bokuto who intentionally riles kuroo by flirting with you (but he also thinks you’re the cutest thing)(ofc he’d never take kuroo’s person. he’s a good friend, kay??)

nerd!loser!kuroo that eventually asks you to be his s/o but, he’s profusely sweating during it and shaking cause he’s so nervous. (he’s never had a partner!!)

when you say yes— kuroo nearly cries (/pos)

timeskip nerd!loser!kuroo that constantly brags about you to his coworkers— he even has a pictures of the two of you on his desk and hanging on his office walls.

this new kuroo who’s still the same loser from your high school days, just with more confidence.

nerd!loser!kuroo that is bragging to team japan— always showing them pictures of you (but ‘accidentally’ swipes too far and they see some…… provocative…. pictures of you both)

your nerd!loser!kuroo that’s always uplifting you, complimenting you, and being the best partner.

sweet, sweet kuroo that still gets nervous on dates because you look ethereal.

nerd!loser!kuroo who just can’t stop touching you. kuroo just loves having his hands on you. he’s holding any part of you he’s able to.

kuroo who loves pinching at your thighs and marking them when you let him.

nerd!loser!kuroo who’s just so stupidly in love with you and your body.

the scraggly :3

[greattigerssimp]

~I'm opening up Punch Out roleplays!!~

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Yep, y'all heard me. As someone who loves writing and roleplays, I will officially be opening up roleplays! You can play as your OCs, self inserts, etc. alongside any roleplay starter I list below (or your very own!) Ofc I'm going to be using my AU of the characters (as seen pinned to my profile) in order to play as said characters (mainly from the Wii version of PO).

Rules:

- No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

- Please engage! Write at least 2 sentences per response so I'm not just role-playing by myself ;-;

- I will do nsfw/f*tish roleplays (I'm an adult after all) buuuut you need to NOT be a minor + you need my permission

- OC/self insert x canon roleplays are allowed!

- Please let me know if anything I write makes you feel uncomfortable (I'm autistic lmao idk when I cross boundaries)

- Have fun!!

I tend to use a variety of different roleplay styles, typically script-style and standard, but you can use any style you'd like! ^^ Anyways, with all that said and done, let's go over some roleplay starters!

Starters:

Starter 1: The new boxer in town!

"You/OC has recently moved to NYC in order to participate in the rising boxing league, the World Video Boxing Association! You came from *insert country/state here* and are excited to meet your new co-workers. The first night of your job sees you invited to a small welcoming party held at the WVBA gym near where you live."

Starter 2: The mysterious anomaly!

"You and the other boxers find each other stuck inside the WVBA gym during a thunderstorm. The power is out, and everyone is stuck hanging around the locker rooms. After Bear Hugger tells everyone a spooky story about "The anomaly" (see AU for details), everyone is placed on edge for the night, as everyone quickly realized that all the exits of the WVBA have been blocked off. What will you do?"

Starter 3: WVBA Anniversary vacation!

"Tomorrow morning is the 30th anniversary of the WVBA, and the network higher-ups have offered to take the boxers on a little fun trip to commemorate the occasion. But the boxers have to vote on what to do... should they cruise to an exotic island? Go to a fun theme park for a day? The choice is anyone's suggestion... perhaps yours!"

Starter 4: Uncovering Dreamland!

"After overcoming Lil Mac and Mr. Sandman and becoming the pound for pound champion of the WVBA, you get a special invitation to have dinner with the CEO of the WVBA (and the network)... Mr. Dream! Will you uncover something nefarious about the millionaire CEO? Who's to say..."

Starter 5: Box-con!

"Box-con is an annual event where the WVBA brings all of its boxers together at a special event (similar to comic con, but for boxers). All the boxers ever featured on the WVBA (which means the SPO boxers) are attending. Who knows what may transpire?"

Starter 6 (oc/self insert x headcanon only): The secret admirer!

*insert love interest here* has been on your mind the moment you two have met... after a difficult match, your love interest is exhausted and beaten down. You decide to help them... and possibly ask them out or such. Either of you could take the helm! (NSFW is allowed)."

Starter 7: WVBA World Tour!

"The WVBA is airing a brand new special, involving matches taking place in each boxers home country! From Paris, France to California, you join the boxers as they each reconnect with their roots and family's, all filled with drama and heart before the tour brings your OC/self insert to their native country."

Starter 8: The new trainer!

"You've been employed by Mr. Dream himself to become a personal, dotting trainer for all the boxers. Your goal as a trainer is to support and help each boxer prepare for their fights against one another, and to just look after their wellbeing in general. You'll learn about each boxers, their past, their fighting style, etc. You may even fall for one of them, hehe~"

(I might post more starters in the future!)

[merakiui]

meraaaa I had a dream that Floyd was so in love (see: obsessed tbfh) towards his shrimpy that he shamelessly goes to his room to masturbate and moan their name loudly. In my dream Jade walked in like the unfazed bad bitch he is /pos and just went “oh? Seems like you’re enjoying yourself” as he calmly folds his sweater over his own chair DHFJFJFJF and went about sorting his terrarium as Floyd is just like:

“Shrimpy! My Shrimpy! Need them so bad—only mine, mine—!” Floyd was so desperate and needy getting himself off on his side of the room and ofc his brother, the enabler that he is, would think to put ideas in Shrimpy’s head later so that the two of them could properly be together. After all, Floyd practically claimed his Shrimpy as his forever mate— why not pull some strings to make it a reality?

AAAAAA OMG it really is so on brand for Jade to be completely unbothered by Floyd's antics, but then that's probably because Jade is his own version of shameless when it comes to his obsessions. T_T he absolutely puts ideas into both your head and Floyd's head. He's just helping his brother out! Isn't he so sweet? He tells Floyd after he's come down from his orgasmic high that the real Shrimpy is much better (and tangible) than a fleeting daydream. That, and Shrimpy is warmer and tighter than Floyd's fist. Naturally, if Floyd wants something so badly, he should just take it. They were always spoiled as elvers. No one could ever say no to them, and if they did they'd beat them in a fight until they got a yes. It's how they obtained those shiny sturgeon scales, after all. Getting Floyd his Shrimpy won't be that difficult.

Jade is very determined to match you with his brother. He's subtle when he needs to be and direct when he wants you to see just how perfect his brother is for you. Floyd's so terribly lovesick. He adores Shrimpy so much! It won't be a problem if Jade happens to slip something into your tea as a last-ditch effort so your body will be a little more honest with Floyd. He's really just doing his best to play Cupid. You can't fault the oh-so-benevolent matchmaker! If you're particularly gullible, Jade might even trick you into yawning in front of Floyd so he'll happily mistake it for an invitation to mate. >:)

It was getting much too stagnant in the Leech family. Jade wants new excitement (as do his mother and father), and he's so very pleased to tell his parents that he and Floyd may be accompanied by a special someone come spring break. Whether you're willing or not doesn't matter. As long as a few love potions keep you docile and a few aphrodisiacs keep you aching, you'll want Floyd just as much as he wants you.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hi again Ghast °^°, I have a request that be either drabble or hc---you know I dont really care--- for a GN! Reader that struggles with sleep, a very much a "multiple all nighters" type of struggle. Sleeping isn't the hard part however, its the process of actually getting into bed and staying with only them and their thoughts, or be stuck in suffocating slience that leaved them too paranoid to sleep without feeling like they are being watched by someone, or something.

Wally would probably be the first to suggest having a sleep over, out a normal level of concern--or reliability--and he packs for the nines, face care, movies, coloring, painting, board games, books, man probably brought matching pajamas for the both of them. So even if the reader can't manage any sleep, they wont grow bored. Ofc kept it semi-vauge for your personal take on the idea, i cant wait to see what you may produce

-🌼

OHOHO.. MORE SLEEPOVER DRABBLES, YOU SAY..? I am feasting, flower anon- BWAHA /lhj /pos !!

I’m happy to see you again, though!! Hello again to you, too!! :] hehe!!!

Snoozing Soundly

Wally Darling x GN!Reader who struggles with Sleep

Drabbles Format, Relationship can be interpreted by Reader!

CW//There are descriptions of paranoia in this! I will put a red divider between the sections with it, so you can skip it if wished!! Stay safe, lovelies!

It had been days, at this point, since you had last properly slept.

The neighbours had noticed, of course they had— how could they not? From the eyebags painted messily under your eyes; to your staggering, lethargic movements; to your odd times of being out, or being inside your home.. It was pretty easy to piece together. They were worried, of course they were, but none of them were actually—? Very sure what to do about it.. You had begun to struggle even holding a conversation, at certain points— when your energy was especially bad, so asking if you were okay was a bit.. futile.

The first to come up with an idea was Barnaby, actually. He had been helping Wally brainstorm ideas on just what to do to help.

“Why not do a sleepover, or somethin’?” He chirped, idly fiddling with a stick between his paws, “Might help. We dunno why they can’t sleep, aft’r all.”

Wally’s eyes would light up a bit, before his smile grew— ever so slightly.

“That.. is a good idea, Barnaby. Thank you.”

With that, he’d slide over his untouched hot dog, an unspoken ritual between the two, and waved him off.

That following evening, your phone would ring— snapping you out of the half-asleep lull you were in. Your limbs felt achey and burnt, and your head held an ongoing pressure, but you dragged yourself to your feet despite this. Soon, you had grabbed your phone and placed it to your ear— Wally’s voice soon bleeding through it.

“Hello..!! I didn’t.. know if you’d pick up, ha ha ha!” He spoke softly, voice laced with concern. “Are you.. up to anything, tonight?”

You tell him no, but try to express the fact you were too tired to really do anything, if that’s where this was going..

“Oh— no, no..! I wanted to.. maybe propose a sleepover?” Beside him, on his end, he.. may have already packed a bag. Obviously, it’s a bag that can wait, but— he may have gotten a bit excited. “It’s.. okay if not, though, I understand you are tired, friend.”

His voice, albeit still somewhat flat, held genuine understanding— and you mulled over your options; soon agreeing. What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, the company might.. help.. with the constant nagging feeling you had.

TALK OF PARANOIA STARTS BELOW

What had started out as just a few sleepless nights soon quickly spun itself into suffocating paranoia. Each time you laid down, alone with your thoughts, the ebbing feeling you had throughout the day would run over you like a train. Your thoughts would quickly begin to spin out of control, until you felt stamped to your bedsheets. It felt like if you moved you were in danger, and if you stayed? Even more so. Nothing felt safe anymore— not safe from your thoughts, and you weren’t safe from it. It was exhausting, to never feel safe, to always feel watched. Maybe some company, or— hell, even just a distraction at this point, might help.. Your body longed for sleep, but your mind had been snapped into some sort of need for “protection” when there was no call to be protected.

END OF PARANOIA TALK

In just about thirty minutes, Wally had arrived with a little bag at his side. When you opened up the door, he stared up at you with a smile, one seemingly filled with relief.

“Hello, neighbour..!” He spoke with a smile, but to be fair— when didn’t he? “Can I come in?”

Your mind caught up to you, and you buffered. You kind of assumed it’d be at your house, but that hadn’t dawned on you until now. You hadn’t cleaned, you had been too tired to, and now you didn’t really have.. uhm, a chance.

Nervously, you told him yes and stepped aside so he could come in— immediately starting to babble apologies about the mess. Instead, he shook his head, and lightly put a hand on your arm.

“Would.. you like help, to clean? I don’t mind.” His smile softened. “I understand.. that you haven’t, yet.. You’ve been tired, it’s okay.”

No matter how the conversation went from there— you soon found him helping you to tidy up your home. You were on organization duty, and he was on mess/trash duty— which.. these “duties” weren’t directly specified, but it’s just sort of how you two fell into operation. Once finished, he’d just seem to contently place himself in your living room, legs crossed as he waited for you to join him— as he.. stared. Albeit that wasn’t uncommon for him, truly. When you did join him, he’d seem to be idly wiggling his head side to side.

“So..” As he spoke, he was— “discretely”— reaching for the bag he had brought. “I.. might’ve brought.. some stuff..”

From there, he began to rattle off exactly what he had brought— ranging from movies, to some of his art supplies, books, face masks (because of course he, Wally Darling, has face masks— have you seen him??), Monopoly (???), and.. and a set of matching pyjamas.

He had, earlier in the day, rung up Barnaby for suggestions on what to bring for entertainment at a sleepover! Barnaby, from afar, helped him pack— including the matching pyjamas. However, he had meant those as a joke— but Wally did not pick up on this, and instead genuinely brought matching pyjamas. They’re even in your size!!.. where did he get these??-

Very soon, after maybe some pleading from Wally, you were changed into the pyjamas and he was changed into his. He looked very content. From there, you two began to do a range of activities— albeit at a slow pace. Wally never rushed you to move faster or be more energetic, and instead encouraged taking breaks if you needed them!!

By the end of the night, you two had put on some random movie to giggle at on the old television. Wally was sat up, back against the couch as he crossed his legs, idly scribbling in a colouring book he had brought along. You were laid out on the couch, struggling to stay conscious. You felt.. okay. It was pleasant, relaxing even. Though some part of your body still held an ebb of worry— maybe even panic, it felt like it couldn’t reach you here, reach you now. You continued to struggle to keep your eyes open, the movie flipping by in the slow frames of your blinks, until you.. gave up. It was the middle of the night, the sun would rise soon, but you had no clue or care for that, now. You let yourself slip into sleep, ignoring the ebb of poorly-placed panic in your stomach as you did— it couldn’t reach you. You were safe.

Wally watched as you fell asleep, his hand slowing on his messy colouring book scribbling. He smiled a bit, soon sliding the book off his lap and onto the floor— and he stood. Grabbing a blanket nearby, he’d soon drape it over you, murmuring a soft “Goodnight, friend.. sleep well..” as he did. He then sat back down and nabbed the colouring book again. It’s impolite to leave when someone’s sleeping! So he’d be by your side, all the way until you woke up.

Gwgwgegegegg I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS!!! It was fun to write >:] I’m a sucker for sleepover prompts BWAHAHA

Have a lovely day!!

EDIT: Ignore that I forgot a title I’m SILLY

[sugar-omi]

Hi! I love your work! 🩵

Do you have any HC for MC and Cove spending their first Christmas together as a married couple?

OMG THIS TURNED INTO SUCH A BIG RAMBLE. YOUVE BROKEN ME /POS

(edit bc I called u anon, sorry I'm so used to anon rq 💀😂 anyway tysm I loved this rq so much🤭🫶🫶🫶)

Fluff, headcanons + drabble, gn reader, (after) step 4/wedding dlc, ooc cove bc my imagination ran away w me 🤷🏽‍♀️ , this is just rlly cute n soft ok

we all know cove doesn't care much for holidays since his parents divorce

but if you care for holidays, by the time you're married, cove's spark for such occasions has returned

your first Christmas as a married couple though...

he's basically lost his mind

goes on a separate shopping trip just for decorations and snacks

hot coco, candy canes, whatever else people snack on for Christmas idk

is pumpkin spice still in...? 💀

definitely goes a bit crazy with decore

wrath on the door, lights all over the house, scented candles, even a new welcome mat outside!

your home looks like it belongs in a Christmas catalog

even got matching mugs for you two

omg..

gets ornaments and stuff to decorate them

you both paint n decorate your own ornaments and then make one that says something like 'cove + y/n's 1st Christmas' with the year or smth like that anyway

I'll have find the video I'm thinking of, but...

rearranges the furniture in the living room and makes a nice bedding and snack bar

even bakes cookies!!!

sets up a movie and lights a candle and all that good stuff so you can relax when you get home

actually he looks forward to baking with you

doesn't even have to be from scratch, although he does like being your taste tester 🤭

you can task him with dying the frosting (although rmbr to look over your shoulder at least once, otherwise you're gonna have a purple snowman....)

OMG HOW COULD I FORGET

uses this as an excuse to cuddle

ALSO BUYS U MATCHING OUTFITS N SHIT BUT IMMA GET TO THAT IN A MINUTE

walks around in the skimpiest clothes like it's summer time n whines "y/nnn, I'm so cold..."

n then practically throws himself on top of you

squeals when you open the blanket or your arms and go "c'mere"

you know what he's doing after the first time or two, but are you gonna deny him? nope!

ofc he doesn't do it every time, sometimes he just falls into your lap or pulls you into his

or comes up from behind/rolls over in bed and hugs you from behind

grumbles n whines n pouts when you try to leave him :(

there's no reason you can't do a professional meeting with a 6"4 beach bum in your lap right? 😌✨️

DRABBLE

"y/n!" cove whines from down the hall, his big footsteps muffled by his winter themed socks and puppy slippers.

"yes, cove?" you call over your shoulder, eyes glued to the project on your computer screen.

the floor creaks behind you, cove right behind the couch.

he makes his presence known when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, his cheek on your head.

"its so cold y/n.." cove pouts, nuzzling into you.

you laugh, "that's because you're in a tank top, cove."

cove hums, silent for the longest and you presume his eyes are either closed or he's watching you work.

you look up, it's fruitless since you can't exactly see the top of your head.

"since you're so cold, even in that thick sweater of yours.." you sarcastically purr. "how about you get under the blanket with me?"

cove brightens, an invisible wagging tail and perky ears showing your husband's excitement at the invitation.

he bounces over to the side of the couch, flopping over the armrest and making you bounce, computer and all.

"cove!" you yelp, your astonishment turning into laughter. "what're you doing?!"

cove grins, lifting up the quilt up and squeezing in next to you, throwing an arm around your waist and squeezing his legs next to, more like tangle, yours on the ottoman.

"it's cold! i'm just getting comfortable!" cove laughs, nuzzling into your neck.

you laugh, tangling your fingers in cove's hair. "you're so silly! i'm trying to work!"

cove peeks at you, his bottom lip sagging, and he's melting you with those wide baby blues.

"c'mon, put down the computer.. just for a bit?" cove pleads.

you hum and haw, fake contemplating. "and why should i?"

cove closes your laptop, leaning over you to place it on the side table, almost knocking off the tissue box.

he rolls over on top of you, his legs in either side of your waist. "because you wanna spend time with your husband, and you need a break.."

he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. you laugh, eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips.

"yeah?"

cove nods and hums, "yeah. you've been working for hours. days. months." cove exaggerates.

you laugh, cove's lips placing tiny kisses in your cheeks. "it has not been that long!" you put your hands on his cold shoulders, trying to warm him up by rubbing up and down.

"it's only been a few hours! also you're so cold! cove!" you exclaim, tugging up the covers trying to cover up your cold, goofy husband.

"then stop working!" cove laughs, his barrage of kisses ceasing, and he presses his smiling face into your cheek.

"i'll die of frostbite if you work another hour!" cove faints, laying on your chest and snuggling in.

you laugh, successfully getting put of you under the warmth of the quilt. "you're ridiculous. hey, get up, i can't reach the remote!"

cove snuggles in more, melting into your body. then he starts loudly fake snoring, snorting and going "mimimi!"

you laugh, pushing his shoulders. "cove!"

he laughs, burying his happy, smiling face into tour stomach. "it's nap time!"

you squirm from the vibrations and feeling off his lips and voice against your tummy. "cove!"

he leans up, watching you laugh and laugh, tears coming to your eyes.

he's melting watching you, your wedding band twinkling from the light and pure joy on your face.

you're trying to say something, telling him how silly he is and he could've just asked you to take a break with him.

but before any of that, cove steals a chaste kiss, enjoying the way your eyes sparkle and your sound of surprise.

you cup cove's neck, leaning in for another kiss, longer this time.

eventually you pull apart, your foreheads pressed together.

you're both looking into each others eyes, enjoying the sparkle, and you have a special love for cove's flushed cheeks.

"i suppose i can afford a midday nap with my husband."

cove beams, all but tackling you to the couch.

omfg that was a long drabble. um. I swear I'm normal abt cove

ANYWAY NOW BACK TO AFOREMENTIONED THE CLOTHES

every year. buys you guys matching pjs

and matching sweaters for every day/Christmas day wear ofc

omg he actually puts on the Santa hat...

thinking abt that "I saw mommy kissing santa" song n that's literally all the boys being goofs in the damn hat n ARGHH OKAY WE WILL TALK ABT THIS LATER

ANYWAY every year he makes you guys do a photo in your matching pjs

first set he ever brings, he was all shy n shit presenting it

this time he's like a goddamn goblin, sliding into the house with a bag in each hand

brought home a few matching items...

pjs. sweaters. mugs. he would've bought out the store if he could've

checks if you're gonna wear your sweater or pjs n if you don't tell him/forget to tell him, he rushes to change

very excitedly showing off your matching fit

will prbly jump up n down n grab ur hands n spin w you in a circle when u put on your matching pjs

he's totally normal abt you :)

jfc this man is so unhinged in my head im sorry LOL

I'm mostly exaggerating but he is very excited n happy to be married n do all the Christmas stuff as a married couple this time!!!

OMFG I JUST THOUGHT ABT IT

for the sake of simplicity, let's say you took cove's last name

imagine putting "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden" on anything

like that ornament I mentioned to commemorate your first Christmas married

or "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden" on shared gifts, or on a decoration or smth

my first thought was putting it on a sign, or window painting/stickers, or smth like that that says "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden Workshop/Sleigh"

idk it's just a thought that doesn't make much sense when I write it out lol

anyway I'm rambling..

cove is just super excited

omg he always steals a kiss when under the mistletoe so imagine him hanging it over your heads

he's a bit shy but still asks "first mistletoe kiss as your husband?" and how can you say no to that!!!

[worriedvision]

How about a fic where the reader's going over to Kaveh's house to confess, and when they get a response from the door after knocking they see Alhaitham. Somehow, they don't know about him being his roommate, so the reader assumes Kaveh is either married or in a long term relationship with Alhaitham. Ofc leading to insecurity as well as dealing with the idea of Kaveh being taken and Kaveh trying to find out why they're suddenly so distant.

Gender neutral reader, decided to do this with a vague ending bc why not lol. Angsty, includes the classic Alhaitham and Kaveh arguing

--

"Oh, uh...Hello." You smile awkwardly, Alhaitham at the door. You had no idea who this man was, but he was a piece of eye candy and he certainly looked important. Clearing your throat, you continue. "Is Kaveh in?"

"No, he is currently away with work." Alhaitham explains, you growing uncertain as to who this man was to Kaveh. You had been to Kaveh's house a few times for collaborations, and you never saw this man. "Do you need him for something?"

"I can try later." You reassure the man, him nodding. You want to ask this man who he was to Kaveh, but your heart wasn't ready to confront the ugly idea in your head that Alhaitham was Kaveh's partner. Looking down, you figure you may as well give this man the box of chocolates you planned to give Kaveh as a confession gift. "These are for him..."

"Thank you." Alhaitham states, taking the box and looking up, only to see you now walking away. He closes the door quietly, not wanting to startle you nor himself, and he looks down at the box of chocolates before deciding to open them up.

--

"Welcome home, Kaveh." Alhaitham sings, Kaveh immediately looking at the inviting looking box of chocolates. Desperate to see what choice there was, he rushes over and opens the box...

Only to see one chocolate left. The others were all gone, clearly devoured by his nightmare roommate.

"A stranger delivered those." Alhaitham shrugs, Kaveh tutting to himself.

"Don't lie." Kaveh groans out. "Nobody I know would give you a box of chocolates, especially not a stranger. Who was it?"

"Don't know. They chose a lovely selection." Alhaitham nods, licking his lips as he teases Kaveh with the idea of taking the last one. Kaveh grabs the chocolate before Alhaitham gets any closer, shoving it into his mouth and indulging in the sweet treat.

"Can you at least describe their appearance?" Kaveh sighs out.

"All I'll tell you is they were asking for you." Alhaitham states, returning his sight to his book as he turns on his headphone to block Kaveh out.

--

You were deeply embarrassed by your actions. The man you thought Kaveh was in a relationship was so beautiful, he had a strong and healthy physique and he was so well spoken from what you saw. You stupidly gave him the box of chocolates you specifically chose because you knew Kaveh loved them, and you didn't even ask if you could wait until Kaveh was home. Then again, if you waited until he was home, you would have most likely seen him give Alhaitham a loving kiss on the lips, rubbing salt into the wound.

Your mutual friends, Cyno and Tighnari, couldn't help but share a confused look between each other when they saw you cancel plans that involved Kaveh. You still showed up when Kaveh wasn't there, but when it was excluding him you did. It was so different from your usual, you always wanting to see him. Both of them saw that you had feelings for him, and they also knew he returned the feelings.

Something must have happened after you confessed. You had told them with this pure excitement your plan to confess to him, and they enthusiastically cheered you on.

"What happened?" Tighnari asks, you looking up at the sound of his voice. "With that confession, did something happen?"

"I saw his partner." You admit quietly, Tighnari and Cyno looking at each other with surprise. Kaveh would have told them about a partner, it didn't make sense that he had someone. "His partner is handsome, and he was so polite. He explained Kaveh was away, and I chickened out before giving him the box of chocolates and leaving."

"I think both of us are surprised by that." Cyno states. "We didn't expect him to box up the fact he has a partner..."

"Yeah, well now I can't look at him without remembering the sheer embarrassment of that confession I couldn't make." You pout, shaking your head. "He has great taste, and I can't get to that level."

"Hold on..." Cyno hums out, your attention turning to him. "Do you know he has a roommate?"

"How wouldn't they?" Tighnari laughs, only for his jaw to drop when you shake your head no.

"That was most likely Alhaitham." Cyno explains. "Those two don't get along."

"Well, maybe they've become partners." You think out loud, Tighnari pursing his lips together to stop a laugh from escaping.

--

The next day, Kaveh met up with Tighnari and Cyno for a meal. He expected to see you, only to have no such luck. The day after that, he didn't see you when he should have with his work. Every day he tries to talk to you when he finds you, you pretend you didn't hear him before running away, your sights caught on something random.

He had no clue what happened, and since he couldn't talk to you he went to Tighnari and Cyno for clarification.

"They think you're in a romantic relationship with Alhaitham." Cyno states, Kaveh unimpressed.

"That's an awful joke. Now tell me what's actually happened." Kaveh sighs out.

"They do think you're dating him." Tighnari buts in. "They went to your house to try and finally confess to you, but Alhaitham was there. When he explained you weren't in, they got the idea you were dating him. How they didn't know you lived with a roommate, I have no clue." He sighs, shaking his head. "They handed him the box of chocolates, explaining they were for you, and then they just left."

"...Wait, they gifted those chocolates?" Kaveh gasps. "Oh that absolute menace. Alhaitham ate all but one of the chocolates, he didn't even explain who gave them, nor did he say they were gifted for me!" Kaveh grunts out, crossing his arms. "I haven't been able to talk to them. Any time I do, they run away."

"I suppose I could arrange for them to show up for a get together that's supposed to just be the three of us, and you can come along after we gesture for you." Tighnari thinks out loud. "Alternatively, we could take them along when you two are bickering in the house to show the relationship you have with your roommate is not romantic."

"I think the first idea would be better." Cyno interrupts, Tighnari sitting back. "The second option is left for interpretation."

"Besides, it's about time the both of you finally admit you both like each other." Cyno states, looking directly at Kaveh.

[lizard-queen-izzy]

How I think the Archives Gang met eachother [+ their sexualities imo because]

Jon - he falls on the demi-romantic spectrum somewhere. I feel it in my *bones*. [And ofc Asexual. That being canon is *SO SO* important to me.]

•Him and Tim meet during their Research Days. They started around the same time. Tim was the first one in their department who listened when Jon spoke, and Jon was the first one who took Tim seriously. They weren't *close*, but they were friends. They were eachothers support in this new environment, and when Jon got promoted to Head Archivist, he was adamant about bringing Tim with him.

•He met Sasha through Tim. Tim met Sasha one day when he had to go to Archive Storage to follow up with something, and then he promptly dragged Jon there with him the *second* they had a break because he insisted they had to meet. They got along great, bonding over a mutual love of academia and disbelief of the supernatural nature of most of the Institute.

•Jon doesn't officially meet Martin until he's assigned to his Archive team. But his reputation proceeds him, and leads to Jon being hesitant and extremely stanfoffish. It leads to him being rude, until Jane Prentiss attacks him and he realizes that he's just as scared as him. And now he can *do* something, he can help. They further bond while Martin is staying in the archive.

Tim - bisexuality takes human form. And this man *FUCKS*

•Tim and Jon go back to their Research Days. Tim latched to Jon, maybe more than he'd ever admit. It was nice to have *someone* firmly in his corner.

•Tim met Sasha and it was an immediate spark. He knew she was important, he knew he wanted her in his life. [And naturally he *had* to introduce her to his #1 Guy. And when they hit it off he was So Excited]

•Tim knew *of* Martin before they all got reassigned to the Archives team. They'd interacted in passing, water-cooler talk type vibe. Once they were working together he decided Martin was cool. Jon's distaste for him led to slight disinterest, but he realized quickly it was more than likely the stress of the new position so he decided to befriend Martin

Sasha - She's both panromantic *and* aromantic and I can't explain it. The woman exists in multitudes

•She met Tim when he stumbled into her workspace while trying to find an item to fact check something, and instead ended up talking with Sasha while she worked because she made an offhand comment about being a bit spooked working up there alone

•when Tim showed back up with Jon in tow, Sasha knew she was doomed[/pos]. And then Jon was so much like her, but also so unlike her. He fascinated her, she had to know more.

•Sasha met Martin before Jon or Tim did, but also not long before the Archives team was assigned. She met him when he got lost in the shelves of artifact storage, and she found him while organizing when she *literally* ran into him. He got flustered and ran off so she didn't think much of him until they were assigned to a team together.

Martin - Panromantic demisexual. I'm right. Anyway.

•He meets Sasha when she runs into him, dropping the Box of Things she was moving around. He apologized *profusely* and then ran off. They meet again more formally when hes assigned to the archives team, and she's incredibly kind but her academic viewpoint intimidates him

•Tim is someone Martin has Heard Of before. And he's chatted with him in passing/in a larger group before, but nothing formally one on one until the team assignment. He thinks Tim is SO Cool. But he's got that scary ass cat hovering behind him

•Jon TERRIFIES him at first. He's his new boss, and before they've even met,he's decided he's not qualified [which, he's right but he doesn't know that so why is he being mean??] The concern he shows when he hears Martin's statement though? It gives Martin a glint of hope

If there's implications of polyarchives here, maybe so but mind your business.

I think Jon and Tim definitely met eachother first, because they were in the same department. Then it's only natural Tim would find another highly intelligent academic skeptic in artifact storage and what's he gonna do? Not introduce the only other person he considers a friend to her? Of course he's going to introduce them, even if he has to drag Jon by his arms [which he damn near does]. I stand firmly in the court of 'Jon, Tim and Sasha were all much closer Pre-Archives and that was intimidating to Martin because they work so well together'. They're like a well oiled machine. Jon and Tim know eachothers work habits down to a T after working caddy-corner from eachother and and doing so much feild work. Sasha is so fast as finding necessary information and she's still got most of Artifact Storage memorized so she finds stuff up there almost before she's asked. The three of them can almost communicate without speaking, just a few pointed looks or hand gestures and they understand. Sometimes Tim or Sasha will walk in and Jon's hand is up/out for the folder without even lifting his gaze from his own work.

But still, calling them close isn't right. They don't know eachothers personal lives. Sasha only knows where Tim and Jon live from her spying but she's never been to their flats. They've never gotten into the nitty-gritty of their personal reasons for being at the Institute. But they're fine with that. They don't need that to work well together and to trust eachother, so they don't see it as necessary.

Martin probably makes a joke about how close they all are once to Tim and Sasha and is met with blank stares from both. Which does nothing to help him in figuring out what is up with his new coworkers. At least Tim and Sasha are nice to him, that's more than he can say for Jon. Sasha insists it's the stress of the new job and the organization of the archives. Tim tells him to just give Jon time, he'll come around. But no matter what Martin does, it seems to be wrong for Jon. He doesn't know what to do. Other than keep pushing forward and do his job best he can.

And then Jane Prentiss happens. And Martin is trapped in his flat for so long. Alone. And he doesn't know what to do. And he finally gets out and gets back to the Institute, back to the Archives and no one seems relieved to see him at first. Everyone thinks he was out sick? And so he goes to Jon. He gives his statement. And Jon looks genuinely worried, the first expression Martin has earned from him that wasn't a scowl. And he offers the spare room in the Archives since Martin can't go home. And Martin thinks, 'yeah, this is progress'.

It doesn't take long to fall back into the old song and dance though. Jon's all the more stressed with the worms and the statements. And it seems like Martin can't stop messing up.

And then Sasha meets Michael. And Jon's on even higher alert. He's snapping more. Mostly at Martin. Because Martin is the only piece he isn't accustomed to. A new gear Elias rammed into his perfect machine for reasons he can't begin to understand. And it's not entirely fair to Martin but, it's what Jon can control.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

AHHHH PLS PLS, YOUR FANFIC IS TEARING ME APART!! /Pos

I just love it so MUCH! Like, i'm shaking with excitment for the next chapter (take your time though and make sure to rest ofc, concussions are definitely not fun😭) leave him alone with those electric shocks or i'm not gonna stop crying over there in my corner. (I LOVE IT. THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS.)

And your boy- he's just AUGHEJQKSMST I wanna hug him so badly, he be so touch starved, cuz other than punches and pain along with a Krang parasite clinging to his face HE DIDN'T GET ANYTHING.

Istg if i'm allowed to, imma tackle that boy and cling to him like a koala bear, even if he don't approve. Or he will, idk. But I don't care that he probably has like 5382 diseases and...probably rabies too at this point-💀

And he probably smells like a mf corpse. Lucky him that I always have smth with moi, so imma just spray him with my ✨vanilla perfume✨ (maybe the eyes too. We'll see if I first have to blind him.) and then TACKLE HIM-

LOL yes my poor boi is probably so gross. my stinky little gremlin. smelly stinky baby. dumpster dumb-dumb. I love him. 🩵

(hehe i'm sure he'd love a hug-- sadly he's not getting one for a while >:3 )