#his favorite passtime

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Sun loves ur laugh, especially when it’s an all-out, loud cackling snort-laugh, it’s like happiness incarnate. instant dopamine hit. he rlly do love it

[hymnism]

also here's my collection of zapp dead

[anrisimps]

Ch 415

A smile like a wild beast preparing for a feast appeared over his expressionless face.

And then, all the windows in the auction house exploded at once.

Ch 420

"Yes?…" "That's something I can do myself. I'll be right back." Kishiar closed the door and moved forward, his reply even lighter and more carefree than if he were going out for a night drink. Watching the duke pass by them, barefoot and dressed in disheveled formal wear, the nobles all wore expressions as if they were about to faint. "Yo, Your Grace! You can't go like that!" "Our request did not mean that… Your Highness!"

Kishiar turned his head towards those chasing after him. Fearing that he might ask them to come along, they all recoiled in surprise. Kishiar smiled brightly at their comical reactions.

THEY ARE CHAOTIC HUSBANDS YOUR HONOR 🤣🤣

[painsandconfusion]

Alec seems easy to please. just wave a pretty knife in his face and it shuts off his brain

He despises you for suggesting that

[ajdrawshq]

good news: ive chosen a pokemon form for all 8 travelers. bad news: there is an overwhelming amount of grass types among them for some godforsaken reason

[i-aint-nothin-but-a-nasty-dog]

Putting the gay angel in minecraft again, this time with more bees

Here's another silly edit that took me 1 minute at most to make :3

[renardiererin]

hajime iwaizumi whose favorite passtime is thigh riding. he had a hard day at work? tooru came in to bother him again? he's got you on his thigh the minute he's walked in the door, flexing to show off how his training has helped his muscles. he's got his strong hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his thigh, flexing to hit your clit in just the right way until he has you clinging to his shoulders and gasping for any ounce of your sanity you can keep.

@itsdragonius ... for you <3

[underhousearrestblog]

“jealous one night stand” bf hdcs

triggers: cheating, dubious consent (drunk consent), blackmail, non-consentual photographing

jealous one night stand bf whom you first meet at a bar after a particularly bad fight with your partner. he offers to buy you a drink in an attempt to lift your mood but his own quickly sours when you decide to “introduce” yourself, completely unaware that you’ve actually met before. he was a client in your place of work few months back, where he had actually introduced himself to you personally, later on pulling a few strings to get your full name, address and your work/ school schedule. maybe he’s a bit hurt you don’t remember him but he’s quickly using it to his own benefit and pretending to be a stranger.

you’re tipsy and lonely, and sad, and the generous, beautiful stranger at a bar seems as good a pick as any for one night of fun. they pay for the room in a hotel next door, pulling you in closer by the back of your neck, looking into your eyes and telling you that you deserve to be worshipped and that that’s exactly what they want to do.

jealous one night stand bf who’s well aware you’re not only not single but are, in fact, married. they watch the simple, cheap wedding ring adorning your ring finger with disgust, imagining their own ring on your finger – something expensive and custom made. not whatever this knock-off is.

jealous one night stand bf who takes his chance and subtly takes the ring off your finger and throws it somewhere on the ground, while leaving the bar. little to no regard to how your partner might react.

even in your drunk mind, you know cheating is wrong. it’s wrong but you also justify it with how manipulative and abusive your spouse has been, justify it with your own happiness, justify it with how you’re going to ask for a divorce anyway so does this really matter?

jealous one night stand bf who spends the rest of the night, eating your out until you’re an incoherent mess, trying to lock your legs together and move away from his eager mouth. at first, having your fingers tangled in his hair but later on using them to try to pull his head away from the heaven between your thighs. when that gets too annoying for him, you end up with your hands locked in handcuffs and secured to the bedframe.

jealous one night stand bf who is deaf to your pleas and cries, as you cum for what seems like the tenth time in the span of an hour. he’s waited too long for this moment and, believe it or not, this is actually much more for him than it is for you. in your drunken stupor you regret not picking a safe word which you would’ve used five orgasms ago.

jealous one night stand bf who only stops when sudden quiet falls on his ears and he finds you passed out cold. he looks at his palms still wrapped around your thighs and contemplates going back to his favorite passtime, licking his lips and tasting your arousal on his tongue.

jealous one night stand bf who decides against it, uncuffs your hands and tucks you into bed. he kneels next to your sleeping form and kisses your temple, a plan already forming in his mind.

jealous one night stand bf who decides to indulge himself and ends up cuddling you for the most of the night, his nose pressed against your hair, a leg thrown over yours and his arms strongly locked around your sleeping form.

you wake up before him and “sneak out”, not knowing he’s well aware and awake, begrudingly letting you slip from his arms. he knows you’re not ready yet and need time.

not too much time, though.

jealous one night stand bf who introduces himself to your partner in a formal event, talks them up and smiles innocently at your shocked expression when your partner (he grounds his teeth when your soon-to-be ex says it) introduces the two of you as if you’ve never met.

jealous one night stand bf whose watchful eyes don’t miss your ring finger that is still empty, no doubt because your spouse can’t afford a new ring. he chuckles to himself as he thinks back of the ring that sits in his home safe and has been custom made for you, waiting for its rightful owner to lay their claim.

- what do you want? – your angry, frustrated question makes him all the more excited for his terms of your surrender.

jealous one night stand bf who explains that his only condition for not telling your partner anything about that one night is a repeat of your one night stand.

jealous one night stand bf who gives you until midnight to decide if you’re willing for the truth to come out.

your defeated and teary eyes find his triumphant ones, as he finds you in his study, willing to succumb to whatever his plans are.

jealous one night stand bf who only asks for a makeout session with you on his lap, while he sits at his desk as a king with his spoils of war. he leaves hickeys everywhere and smudges your lipstick and messes up your hair and leaves bite marks all over your tits but at the end you’re so horny that you’re almost ready to get on your knees and beg for something more.

jealous one night stand bf who pops up at your workplace/ school and demands that unless you wish for the truth to come out, you need to attend a gala with him, leaving you frustrated and with a realization that that is exactly what he’s intended to do – blackmail you into doing his bidding.

jealous one night stand bf who presents you as his wife, not a plus one. every person he meets and knows, now know you as his wife, confirmed by the massive wedding ring he forced on your finger. he’s doing it on purpose and with enjoyment, pet names honey, baby and sweetheart always on his tongue. my wife this and my wife that. which is something you almost (almost) enjoy, given that your current partner seems to be almost ashamed to consider you their wife.

jealous one night stand bf who warns you that he’s giving you the freedom to tell your partner yourself, before he does it for you. you tear up and beg in your sweet, pleasant voice to give you more time and he reluctantly nods, kisses your cheek and says that he’ll give you just a bit more time.

jealous one night stand bf who doesn’t keep his word, secretly taking photos of both of you in his bed, kissing, fucking, cuddling, making out, and sending them to your partner while you’re away on a work trip.

jealous one night stand bf who shows up at you and your spouse’s home, grinning, as your partner recognizes him as the person from the photos of you cheating. he lets your partner cuss him out, take their anger out on him, instead of you. which ends pretty quickly when they call you a cheating bitch and a whore which is the green light for jealous one night stand bf to do whatever he thinks fit.

nobody really knows what really happens but the official version is that your partner died after getting drunk and getting hit by a car after wandering onto the street at night. the photos of you cheating have disappeared from your apartment as if they were never there.

jealous one night stand bf who consoles you, wiping away your tears and hugging your crying form. standing with you at your ex’s funeral, holding your hand, not giving a single fuck what people might say.

jealous one night stand bf who informs you with fake regret that the debt of the apartment you and your ex shared has now fallen onto you and you’ll need to pay it in full, unless you want to be put on the street.

jealous one night stand bf who offers to pay in your stead, giving you your freedom from the debt your dead ex left you saddled with. but he, of course, wouldn’t just pay for a random hook up – that’s prostitution. but whom he would pay for, is his wife.

so your title of a widow has barely settled in, when you’re already somebody else’s wife.

jealous one night stand bf turned husband who moves you into his home, lets you pick out whatever you want on his dime, feeds and clothes you and brands you with the diamond ring that is worthy to be worn by you, while simultaneously flashing his own ring with pride and happiness. he doesn’t care about your history, your infidelity or how they acquired you. all that matters is that you are here, right by his side and he’s willing to do everything and anything to keep you happy and satisfied. you want a pet? a baby? you can have anything you want, love. a car? he’ll let you pick out whichever you want, as long as it’s safe for you. anything and everything to make you forget a clause in your marriage contract where it states that divorce is not an option.

people I had in mind when I wrote this: Miguel O'Hara from Spiderverse, Alejandro from Total Drama, Simon Riley and König from COD

[heian-era-housewife]

The Pebble

Synopsis | The pebble-picking courtship rituals of penguins may just be the key to winning your heart and saving Sukuna's sore tushy.

Content | fem!reader x Sukuna, fluff, sweetness, smol angst, penguins!

"Nothing!" You say, completely unprompted, voice cracking slightly as you shove a suspicious something-or-other into your pocket. You turn to face Sukuna as he closes the distance down the sidewalk where you'd ran ahead.

"Again?" He he deadpans, voice flat and thick with judgement. "Like you need any more."

"This one was kind of pink...like your hair," you pout with childlike innocence, scuffing your foot.

"Where are you even keeping all of these rocks?" He asks, knowing fully they've been dotting odd corners of your home as of late. He's found them popping up on windowsills, countertops, even clunking around in the laundry on the not-so-infrequent occasion you forget to take them out of your pocket.

You offer a shrug and non-commital murmur, still sulking.

"Fine," He yields, annoyed yet secretly enamored with your odd fixation. "Let me see it."

Smiling brightly, you plunk the little pink stone into the palm of his large hand, bobbing slightly on your toes, awaiting his appraisal.

"Hmm. It is kind of pink." He concedes, squinting down his nose at it with the air of a much older man.

****

Returning home later that week, seeking the comfort of his favorite chair, he sinks tired and battle-worn into its plush cushion only to be met with a sharp jab to the rump. Jolting up from his seat, he swipes away a jagged stone from its cushion, cursing as he plops himself down once more, scorning your infernal hobby.

=JAB=

Jumping up a second time, he flings away the cushion revealing another lumpy pinkish rock that slipped its way beneath the plush seat making a mockery of his sore and sullied behind.

"Woman..." he growls.

****

Another night, over dinner, you wave your chopsticks fervently, demonstrating as much as telling a zoned-out and seemingly uninterested Sukuna all about a program you saw earlier that day.

"-and the male penguin searches the whole beach for the perfect pebble, right?"

"Mhm," he chews absently.

"He'll walk all over looking for the best one. It can take days sometimes!"

"Mm..."

"They usually look for the shiniest ones and then when they find it they- Ryo?"

"Hm?" He grunts without looking up.

"Are you listening...?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I, uh. Then they-" you fade out watching as his eyes glaze over. "Nevermind..."

He looks up just in time to catch your polite yet sad smile as you return to eating your dinner in quiet.

*****

He's not sure what started it, or even why you're upset. All he knows is a fight has broken out between you. Nothing too serious, but enough that you've taken a drive to clear your head, something you've rarely done before over an argument. It worries him.

Sukuna is used to fighting. He does it all the time. You could argue it's his favorite passtime. But not with you. Not here. His home is his sanctuary and you are his refuge. An unfamiliar feeling of guilt and unease settles in his stomach making him shudder. Absently turning on the TV and moving to his chair, he decides to sit, remembering to check for stray rocks this time. Staring blankly into space, wondering what he's done to set you off and how he might fix it, a feeling of déjà vu reaches his mind from the distant voice on the television.

"-he's spent days searching for the perfect stone. Now, as he makes his way back toward his chosen mate, the male penguin is hopeful she'll accept his courtship offering."

His eyes flick to the screen with rapt curiosity as the penguin offers the beach's shiniest pebble to the waiting female.

"Placing the pebble carefully within the center of her nest, she displays the male's offering as a sign of their successful pairing. Now the two will continue to hunt for rocks with which to complete their nest together."

Sukuna bites back the ridiculous urge to pump his fist in triumph for the hopeful male. Springing to his feet, he knows exactly what he must do.

*****

Later that evening you return, the bitter sting of your earlier argument now a soft ache in your chest. You decided to run some errands while you were out, huffing through the door with the entirety of your grocery run split between your two straining arms.

"Woman!" Sukuna's voice cuts through the quiet, its usual edge replaced by doting concern. "Let me help you!"

"It's fine, Ryo, I-" you stop dead in your tracks, eyes landing on a fixture you've never seen before. A bag slides from your slackened grip, punctuating the silence. "Ryo? What is that?"

"Do you like it?" He asks, eyes cast timidly to the side, one sheepish hand stroking the back of his neck.

"You...you built a shelf for all my s-stupid rocks while I was...gone?" Your words catching in disbelief.

"I can take it down if you don-"

=FWUMP=

All the bags hit the floor simultaneously as your arms wrap tightly around his middle, face buried against his chest. Salty tears stain his robes as you babble incoherently against his heart's steady beating. After a moment, he taps your shoulder.

"There's a new one, too," he hums in a low voice. Pointing toward the shelf's center a glittering pebble the same shade as your eyes catches the evening's fading light. "I didn't spend hours searching an entire beach for it..." he jokes softly, "...but I hope you'll still..."

Reaching up, you pull him in for a salt-stained kiss- the first of many more that evening. The fear that you bore him, the occassional worry that he doesn't care to listen to the ramblings of a half-mad woman in love, swept away by the lessons of a penguin and one perfect, shining pebble.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Ifrit and Alpha getting horny while sparring hehehehehe

The issue is not that Alpha once again managed to immobilize Ifrit - for the fourth time in their forty minutes of sparring - the issue is that Ifrit is on his back on top of him, legs pinned down by Alpha's, and held in a solid chokehold, the older fire ghoul's bicep pressing firmly against his throat.

Oh, and Ifrit is very, very fucking hard in his tight little shorts.

He can't move, the thing is - can barely breath and that's only because Alpha is letting him. Even his arms are useless, because the second Ifrit tries to use them - to claw at Alpha's own, to push himself off the ground, Alpha tightens his hold, cutting Ifrit's airways off.

He really should tap out and go take care of his aching problem, but there's something so fucking good about the way he can feel Alpha's chest rising in time with his breathing, their clamy skin sticking together, and- well. The press of Alpha's equally hard cock against Ifrit's ass is a nice bonus too.

And, if Ifrit is honest, there's something thrilling about being overpowered when you're a notoriously strong bastard. Maybe that's why being thrown around on the mat by Alpha is one of his favorite passtime.

Alpha shifts slightly, panting in Ifrit ear, using his own legs to part Ifrit's wider, and there is no way it's unintentional. The manhandling makes Ifrit's dick twitch. Fuck, he's so hard. A chuckle rumbles in Alpha's chest.

"Gettin' a little bit excited ?"

Ifrit is about to retort that Alpha is in much the same situation, but the older fire ghoul cuts it off.

"Well, go on. Your arms are free."

Heat pools in Ifrit's belly, though his face burns at Alpha's suggestion.

"I- here ?"

They didn't lock the door - didn't had any reason to, at first. Anyone could walk in. It wouldn't be a first, but fuck, the idea of getting caught never gets any less humiliating. And arousing.

Ifrit strains to suck in a deep breath, Alpha's arm still weighting on his throat. He wonders if the slightly dizzy sensation is because of the lack of oxygene or the way all his blood rushed to his cock.

"Yes, here. Come on," Alpha coos, "be a good boy and touch yourself. Must hurt, mmh ? Don't you want to feel good baby ?"

Alpha is right, it does hurt and oh, that tone- Ifrit would do anything for him if he just kept talking to him with that tone.

Ifrit's hand shakes when he reaches for his cock, palming it through his short. He's been hard for so long, dick straining against the fabric and leaving a wet stain, that even such a light touch has his whole body jolting, which only makes the choking worse, which only makes him harder. Fuck.

"Sensitive," Alpha chuckles, "come on, take it out, let me see it."

With a whine, Ifrit fishes his cock out, giving it a good stroke that makes his eyes roll back.

"There it is. Already soaking, uh ?"

Alpha is lazily rolling his hips, apparently more invested in watching Ifrit touching himself, obscene wet noises making his ears twitch. Ifrit gasps at one particular good stroke, whimpering pitifully when he finds he can't fuck into his tight fist, with how Alpha is still keeping him still.

"Sh, sh, don't pout now," the older fire ghoul huffs, "focus on the head, mmh ?"

Ifrit does, and it's so much, with how worked up he already is, he nearly puts his hand away, but Alpha tuts in his ear with that admonishing lilt to it that burrows itself under Ifrit's skin and forces him to keep torturing himself.

"Attaboy, keep going, come on."

At least Alpha's voice is breathier now, chin hooked over Ifrit's shoulder to really see his struggle.

"Ah- fuck, Alpha, too much-"

Fangs scrape against Ifrit's neck, but what really makes his rythm falter is the tail sneaking between his legs, brushing his balls.

"Alright, slow down, let's make it easy for you, mmh ?"

It's a short-lived relief, because then Ifrit can feel Alpha smilling against the side of his head.

"Use your other hand and play with you tits for me."

Ifrit's pretty sure he blacks out for a second.

Make it easy for you, Alpha said. Right, and Ifrit's the Queen of England.

He knows damn well Alpha revells in the way Ifrit's trying to writhe - to no avail. But Ifrit doesn't have the strenght to fight him, so he obediantly gropes his own chest, whinning all the way through.

And then it gets worse.

"You'll come for me like this, pretty boy, and then i'll see if I can pull those filmsy excuses for shorts to the side and fuck you like this," Alpha growls in his ear.

Ifrit let out a sob.

[orbital-inclination]

Moltendreams - Error Sans Alias - Static Pronouns: he/him, they/them Personality: Petty, holds a mean grudge, Big Tsundere, Complete Shut-in, Quick Tempered and Moody, fanatic with his interests, externally aggressive when in actuality he is quite shy. An absolute troll. His favorite passtime is messing with others. Paradoxically touch starved and suffers from haphephobia. Reckless with his own well being.

This variant of Error is capable of both love and compassion, he just hides it under a grumpy exterior and several layers of denial and self-destructive dogma. Other Notes:

Reluctant to harm Papyrus directly, though Static can't articulate why, and will generally avoid encounters Papyrus in any given AU.

Had a good relationship with his dad/W.D Gaster, actually.

Relates to "pest" pets; rats, mice, snakes, spiders, beetles, he loves them all.

Would have a pet rat of his own if he wasn't afraid of it shocking itself by chewing on his wires.

His favorite kind of chocolate is mixed with a hazelnut filling.

Views Frisk as a younger sibling.

Into Parkour.

-More Info undercut! -

Abilities: Static uses wire instead of string. Wire and summoned attacks can and do hold an electric charge. His presence alone messes with electronic devices. Residents of a particular AU may get a few minutes or seconds of warning as sweaters get staticy, computer screens glitch out, and anything with a battery spontaneously dies or gets super charged. By creating a circle of alternating RED and CYAN bones, Static creates a sort of reverse faraday cage. While Static can produce electricity, he can't directly control the voltage. He can only hope to direct it. The voltage of a charge is directly influenced by his emotional state. If you touch him, you will find his clothes zappy with static. Do NOT attempt to fight him in humid or watery environments for, hopefully, obvious reasons.

About: Static originates from a pre-Pacifist timeline that was followed by a looping Genocide Route. Through repetitive iterations, and an escalating instability in the timeline, the monsters of the underground began to recall events they didn't witness and memories they shouldn't recall.

Working together, Static, at that point still Sans, and Alphys were able to pin point the root cause of their timeline's instability. They made a plan to save the underground and separate Frisk from the Anomaly but when it came time to execute their plan something went catastrophically wrong. As a result Sans was torn from reality, and caught in the space in-between. Eventually, he escaped but not unscathed. Static has vague conflicting memories of his past, and to this day, questions if any of it was real. He can't find his original AU and secretly fears it may have been the first world he destroyed. He is still looking for it.

Outcode Politics: Static views all outcodes the same way he views every iteration of the original timeline that even slightly deviates: as glitches to be terminated. Bugs in the code he needs to hammer out before it all goes to hell. Static believes that by destroying deviating timelines and AUs, he is preserving the stability of the original. He is “saving’’ it from corruption by trimming the branches back. Despite his position as the self proclaimed Destroyer, Static is not above biases and making exceptions. 

Static includes himself on his long list of glitches in the code to be terminated. Static has a different view on the Spirits of Creation that Fable/Ink does. (Spirits of Creation are the in-universe term and stand-in for the creator of an AU). He calls them eldritch parasites. Abominations that should be avoided at all costs. And absolutely should not be encouraged or interacted with. Though he won't admit it out loud, Static is terrified of them. OG Error @.LoverofPiggies/CrayonQueen) Moltendreams @.me Edit: he has been named! Edit 2: revised his profile a bit

[ajdrawshq]

ive mostly been under the assumption that hes a whole new Sora

characterization-wise, the data Sora from recoded is a solid character in his own right, even seperately from the real Sora we know despite their obvious similarities tho thats likely due to how theyve grown in their respective adventures, which is a thing that several people have done whole posts about so i wont go into that - essentially hes like if kh1 Sora actually had the support and guidance he needed thoughout his adventure (no offense to Donald and Goofy back then but. yknow how that went). also, this Sora is specifically made from Soras data in Jiminy's first journal (i think? correct me if im wrong its been a while) which is why his memory resets back to how Sora was at the beginning of kh1 when his adventure is done, as well as why he looks like kh1 Sora

meanwhile the Sora we play as in the data fights (and data greeting? lol) is almost never seen acting on his own accord besides copying the real kh3 Sora's habits and abilities, like the way he fights, his idle animations, and his typical battle phrases. otherwise we control him the whole time. its kind of unnerving. and it makes me wonder how exactly this Sora came into existence. where did he come from?? did Cid program him?? they dont go into it at all if i remember right, and knowing kingdom hearts it Could be possible that he originates from the other data Sora but he doesnt.. feel like it? recoded data Sora had so much going on while this one just kind of. Exists. its hard to tell if he has a heart of his own because of all this tbh..

that said tho, i will note kh3 data Sora's reactions to certain data fights - i cant remember which ones exactly, but at the start of some of them he'll look angrier than usual. this is probably the most characterization specific to this Sora that he has and its SUPER interesting to me but it doesnt do much for the point im making here. unless it does but idk

it IS weird that the data kids from recoded havent shown up at all since then. data Sora does get a mention in kh3, but thats pretty much it. id honestly be surprised if we never see them again considering how the series is about bringing back every character every chance it gets (in a good way, if a little funny/ridiculous), even if they arent rly revelant most of the time. i miss them :(

Okay, but is the data Sora you use to fight the data organization members the same data Sora from recoded all grown up, or is he a whole new data Sora? What happened to the data kids in recoded? The game establishes that they have hearts, so you can't just leave them in there to rot (or at least you shouldn't.)

Am I the only one who cares about this? Most likely, but I want answers

[darkbluekies]

one of my favorite passtimes (?) is to sit on google maps and just look around the world and i'm currently looking around Greece and I can't help but imagine Silas here and there, holding his darling by the hand and proudly showing them his culture.

I'll give you a scenario to visualize: it's summer, the sun is shining, it is warm, Silas is wearing a black buttoned shirt that he has rolled up the sleeves on, he's holding his darlings hand and walking past a market, pointing at different food stands ("that is really good, i used to eat that all the time") and then pulling them over to try. He talks Greek with the seller and jokes a bit, thrilled to finally be able to talk his native language with someone again. He will try to teach you some phrases as well, while you're walking along the pier in the sunset. help.

I will rot away looking at England (Hedwig), South Korea (Jerry) and Sweden (Kry) too for the rest of the evening. Hard to do that with Edmund though :/

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 How much would the Hazbin Characters enjoy physical contact 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer.

Warnings: Wrote this as friendly (especially Alastor's one) but can be read as romantic as well.

A/N: I've been recently thinking too much on how much a few of the characters would enjoy affection I had to write it.

10/10. This girl would absolutely love any kind of physical contact.

• She would absolutely cry if you started hugging her.

• She will say she's very proud of you for being comfortable enough to hug her.

• If you start being clingy she wouldn't mind at all.

• I belive she wouldn't mind you holding her hand, leaning into her, etc. She will start doing the same if you permit her.

• There would be a point were you two would simply start hugging each other as a way to say hi.

• Be ready because she will definitely look for you when she's feeling sad or burned out, you'll be the one she'll cry on the shoulder and hug until she feels better again.

6/10. She's not against it but that doesn't mean she will be 100% okay about it.

• She doesn't enjoy physical contact that much, especially not the long during ones.

• If you hug her will give nervous taps on your back and in less than a few seconds will be pushing you away.

• It doesn't mean she hates you, she just isn't familiar with that.

• I feel like you you pick her up in your arms she'll start to panic.

• Will let you brush her hair sometimes because she trusts you won't try anything funny like pulling it.

• If you're feeling really tired she will let you put your head on her shoulder and rest or will just straight up pick you up and bring you to your room.

4/10. This man does not like physical contact at all and will avoid it at all costs.

• He doesn't trust many people, and trusts even less people touching him. He only let's Rosie and Niffty touch him for a reason.

• If you somehow are able to earn his trust like them, he'll let you give him quick hugs at best.

• Now, you not being able to touch him doesn't mean he won't touch you, on the contrary, messing up with you is his favorite passtime.

• He will spin you around, invade your personal space, boop your nose, give pats on your head, anything that may annoy you really.

• Sometimes, he'll pull you to dance with him when he hears music from the radio, but only when he's in a very good mood.

• Doesn't like being touched but will be very touchy sometimes.

5/10. He doesn't like it, he avoids it as much as he can, but maybe he can make a exception for you.

• His job is to stay behind the bar's counter and serve drinks, anything beyond that is out of his catalogue.

• He hates when you try to touch his tail or his wings, they're way too sensitive for him to trust anyone touching.

• Doesn't like hugs, he's so grumpy about them and everytime you ask for one he will deny it.

• Now, if you're actually in a very bad mood or something happened to you that made you feel like shit, he won't hesitate to try and comfort you.

• He will put a arm around your shoulder, put his wings around you and try his best to make you a little better and open up to what happened.

• And if you got too drunk at his bar? He will put your arm around his shoulders and help you walk to your room.

• He's a man of words, not actions, but he's trying his best.

8/10. He's used to being touched, that's his job but he has almost no experience being touched in such a innocent way.

• When you first started being clingy to him he for sure thought you had second intentions and would constantly flirt with you.

• But when he saw you were being genuine he panicked for a quite long amount of time, he just wasn't used to it.

• He would try to avoid you at all costs at the start, he just couldn't help feel his heart hurt everytime you were so nice and sweet with him.

• After a while he would just start to give in and be extremely clingy with you. One of his four arms around your waist, holding your hand, hugging you by the shoulder, he would just take everything from you he could.

• He would 100% let you cuddle with him and put you face on his fluffy chest and brag about how much you seemed to enjoy it.

• He wouldn't stop being flrity with you but this time he would try to make sure you're comfortable with it and make it clear it's all friendly, he doesn't want to lose to one good thing he has.

10/10. She just doesn't mind, she likes climbing people at random moments and for sure doesn't mind physical contact.

• She doesn't know what personal space is to being with, she already was very touchy with you, she would just turn extra clingy.

• She wouldn't mind being hugged but you should be carefull, she very tiny and you could easily hurt her, but tbh she probably enjoys pain.

• Be ready to turn into her favorite climbing spot, she would climb and sit in your shoulder ar any given opportunity.

• You would basically have to babysit her to make sure she won't be running around with sharp objects trying to kill anyone, wich is kinda hard since she's faster than you.

• Still, besides everything, she would be really thankfull for you to be around her, a lot of people find her crazy and having someone being so nice to her is something she will forever appreciate.

• She's going to give you a bunch of gifts made of dead bugs she killed to show how much she cares for you, so be nice.

9/10. This poor man is so awkward when it comes to physical affection but would absolutely adore it.

• Absolutely freaks out about it, first he things is you trying to make him let his guard down to attack him, but will start blushing and sttutering the moment he realizes it's genuine.

• He doesn't mind being hugged, holding hands, being close to each other and all that stuff, just tell him first so he can mentally prepare.

• Not a lot of people are nice to him, most think he's just a loser who can't do anything right so he will look up to you a lot and try a lot to be reciprocate.

• He will make you gifts and gadgets as a way to say thanks for your kindness and will order his Egg Bois to follow and help you in everything you need.

• Something tells me that he would love to cuddle up with you, he's cold blooded and he thinks you're warm, can't blame him for that.

10/10. Bro is touch starved, the moment you're sweet to him he will melt.

• Now, this man, this man would fall to tears the moment you showed any kind of affection towards him.

• He's been isolated since his wife left him, maybe even before that, he never thought someone could care for him again.

• If you hug him, he will hug you back. If you hold his hand, he will smile at you. If you decide to just sit by his side and talk he'll be more than eager to hear you, doesn't matter the subject you're talking about.

• He's very clingy and will want to make sure you're feeling okay 24/7. He'll send you text messages, give your a few of his rubber ducks (one of them even looks like you!) and hold you close with his wings to show a new thing he created!

• It takes a while for him to hug you back normally without tearing up or being extremely awkward about it, but it will come a moment were he just does it naturally. He just appreciates you so much, he doesn't want to ruin anything.

• I personally belive he enjoys cooking so he will either ask you to cook with him or bring you food he made himself. Enjoy your meals from the best cooker ever!

[poetryandfluffycats]

Quiz time!

A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse

Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

"Oh darling! I'm home!"

The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.

He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.

I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...

There had to be some type of ulterior motive.

"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."

I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.

"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.

"Quiz time!"

Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.

I hated Quiz time.

Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.

"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?

"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"

Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"

Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.

"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"

This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"

My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?

Would I return?

Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"

He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"

Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"

I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.

"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"

Not like I had a choice.

"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"

There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.

"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.

"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"

And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

[amarantoestrella]

*+:｡.｡ VIDEO GAMES: HAYATO SUO x FEM READER｡.｡:+*

CWs and disclaimers: manipulation and power imbalance dynamics, inexperienced reader, alcohol mention, dubcon. Everyone mentioned is 18+. Minors do not interact.

Heaven is a place on Earth with you: The small clumsy flicks of your tongue against his bare skin sends devastating ripples of heat down Suo’s spine. That wasn’t supposed to be part of the game he’d made up, yet here you were ever so eager to add your own twist to his favorite passtime.

“Fuck, not like that.. ‘s too much. ‘Member we’re just playing until my sister gets back from the store because you said you were bored.”

Suo’s smile is aggravatingly diplomatic and completely mismatched to the rest of his disheveled demeanor as he fastens the buttons he’d taught you to undo with your tongue and teeth. His white shirt is littered with dampened patches, made dark from saliva where you’d taken too long to complete your objective. The antics he gets up to when his sister is out of sight get stranger and stranger, yet still you can’t decide whether you continue to play to appease your competitive spirit or because you like the fact that these secrets you share with your best friend’s older brother make you feel special.

“Why’d you stop me? I only had two left!”

You huff, more than a little indignant. The two buttons still safely tucked away in his trousers. Your brows furrow much to your own confusion because it’s not anger you feel— but something else much more desperate that you can’t quite place a finger on. It’s warm and a little dizzying, and though you usually don’t sweat much, your thighs seem to have found a new affinity for doing so, collecting a pool of sticky heat at your core.

“Did you want to win that bad?”

You did, and more importantly you’d hoped to see if Suo shared the same confusing feelings you had once you’d gotten him halfway undressed. Hana’s arrival puts those thoughts quickly to rest, if only for a while.

Hana’s room is a familiar comfort you’ve slept in countless times. You know the way she arranges her teddy bears and photo frames like the back of your hand, and yet tonight you can’t seem to let sleep take over. You venture out to the kitchen for an innocent glass of water, definitely not because you will pass Suo’s room on the way.

The door to his unlit room is wide open, almost as if he’s expecting you to pass by looking for him. The silly little thought is plucked right from your silly little head because of course he isn’t. Still, you linger in his doorway, listening to the rustling of sheets and heavy sighs that sound like anything but restful sleep.

The floorboards groan under your weight as you attempt to retreat and if Suo could be startled, you’d think the expression would be similar to the one he casts at you through his door frame. Fabric slides down his torso as he sits up in bed, his head cocking to one side.

“Can’t sleep?”

You mean to nod in agreement, instead your feet move further into the man’s room of their own volition. The predatory lilt to his voice is unmistakeable for as much as he attempts to honey it over as he pats the space in the bed next to him.

“I might have a game, a new one.”

—

The game he proposes is simple, much like the previous ones you’d played at together. They began in indirect kisses and stayed quite innocent until recent moths as you come to the realization that all of his games seemed to have been geared toward exploring one another’s bodies. Tonight feels as if he’s blurred all the lines and rules of his games to turn them into one big one, the undressing, kissing, touching.

Suo’s mouth is over your own swollen lips suckling up stray moans and sighs, his tongue wrestling yours down keeping you quieted enough as a second finger pumps into your all too inviting center. He tastes faintly of alcohol, but that’s not the only reason your head is spinning. Heavens, you’ve only managed two of the agreed upon five fingers and the stretch is already unbearable. That heat and wetness between your thighs increases in tenfolds, maybe even more as the man mutters praises and obscenities at the invitation your body extends to him. So soft and pliant, warm and ready, all for him and yet only his fingers have the pleasure of knowing the confines of your walls. He shudders at the thought of forgoing the foolish guise of entertainment he’d proposed, pinning your thighs down with his own and taking you the way he so fervently wants.

“Another?”

Your voice is need as his is sand and he complies.

“Another.”

Your breath catches like fire in your throat when another long digit pushes to the knuckle inside of you with an embarrassingly soundable squelch. His fingers curl, hitting a spot you hadn’t known existed and never would have if not for the blinding white pleasure it elicits, sending waves of tension that are quickly tamed into relaxation down your limbs. A miserable excuse for speech falls from your mouth in a whine that you don’t even recognize as your own.

“Suo, please.”

He’s never taken you for the greedy type, regardless he surely is and rewards you with double your request. The pad of his thumb is rough, slow circles winding your nerves like a wrist watch, enough to distract you from the new fullness pumping into your sopping cunt. Suo’s patience wanes with your sanity and the finger smoothes over your clit like a switch, faster with the aid of your slick. The friction sends you tumbling down, and you hold on for dear life, nails digging for purchase into the milky skin of his shoulders. If you’re spiraling then you’re bringing him down with you, and by the frenzied look he casts from beneath his heavily lashed eyelids, he’s already promised to follow after you.

The word “enough” holds no significance in this room. There is no sense of satiation when it comes to the way your bodies mold into one or the way your sweat and saliva mix with his into ambrosia. The head of his cock is heavy in your belly as his weight pushes you further into the comforter beneath you, your pussy clamping down on his every inch filling you more delectably than his fingers could ever hope to.

Suo takes you like a prisoner does his last meal, savoring every bite, holding out so that it never ends. His length drags and shoves at a pace meant to conquer and memorize. You hope that your body is as much of a solace as his is to you, that he feels the same numbing tingle of pleasure at the tips of each of his hairs as you do. It’s only when his hips stutter, quickening and crashing into your the rounds of your ass with several claps, his blunt head bullying your insides to claim the deepest parts of you like he’ll stop taking air into his lungs if he doesn’t, that you realize he does. The sheets are damp and soiled from where the fluid inside of your bodies had been too much to contain between you, still hot and trickling out of the mess of your womb, now Suo’s. The man that throws a protective arm over your chest is no longer your best friend’s older brother.

“Suo.”

His smile this time is uncharacteristically bashful. He’d never meant to lose the game he’d been playing against himself the moment his sister had brought you home.

“Chérie.”