#it’s a lotta names and I am one lazy egg

[eggs-can-draw]

you: Naegamigiri have a doggo (german shepherd, ex police dog who was abandoned in the tragedy, absolute sweetheart despite the horrors) and a kittie (british shorthair :] lovely little kittie who is kinda scraggly lol) Sondham have a couple kitties (three main coons)(also just the craziest assortment of animals lmao, nobody really knows where they're all coming from) Hajime n Kokichi have a lil tabby cat (scraggly lil guye) Komaeda has a doggo (great pyrenees, you can thank Pup for the breed idea lmao) Nanami has a HUGE ole chonker of a cat (lovingly named lasagna, she doesn't care if all the hair is bad for her robo bod's joints n stuff she likes having the lil CHONKER around) Tsumioda have a golden retriever named Tylenol (Ibuki picked the breed Mikan picked the name lmao) Souda and Kiibo have a lizard :] (Kiibo wanted a cat but they both realized all the hair wouldn't be the best idea since it could get all clogged in his joints and system, so they compromised lol) Mahiru has a shiba named sushi :] (Lil Rantaro named them) Asahina has some fishies :]

firedemongaming: the fish are all named after types of doughnut naegirigami dog is called lucky (named by Naegi) and the cat is called Sherlock (named by Shu) the sondam kitties are all named after manga puns like the 4 dark devas Kokichi's cat has so many nicknames they can't actually remember its name

Nanami got that cat specifically cause it made her think of Garfield (Nanami garfield enjoyer real I’m dying on this hill)

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Can we get some Tiffany x female reader nsfw please?

Oh FUCK yeah you can Anon! We need more WLW content on this blog for fucking REAL and Tiffany is such a queen. Thank you so much for the opportunity to do this. I had a lotta fun with it! I have been in a soft mood all weekend so here is some softer Tiff smut, because she deserves it, some softness and love and care, so I am here to provide it! Hope everyone enjoys it but esp you Anon! Lots of love and thanks again for the ask, let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Tiffany Ray Valentine X Fem! Reader. Warnings: Established Relationship. Domesticness. Soft. Fluff. Nipple Play. Praise. Cuddling. Terms Of Endearment. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Squirting. Teasing. Cute Shit. Tiff Deserves This.

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Deserved.

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It was a Saturday, had nowhere to be and nothing to do, positively perfect for what you had in mind.

You'd been wanting to do this for a while, she always treated you so well, of course you wanted to do the same for her. You wanted to give her just everything, she deserved it, deserved more than that even, but how do you go about even BEGINNING to give someone more than everything? You weren’t sure but fuck if you weren’t going to try. For as long as she was wanting and willing to have you.

You were on your side, still in bed with her, she was asleep and you were not, had actually woken up before her for once. The urge to linger in bed even longer and just take in the sight of her sleeping so peacefully was so tempting, you thought better of it, you had plans in mind, things to do.

Carefully you slipped from bed, leaving the warm sheets and your sleeping girlfriend behind, you grabbed your silk robe, the one she gifted you that matched hers, sliding it on and trying the belt around your waist. You crept outta the room, closed the door behind you as quietly as you could, soon finding yourself in the kitchen. You didn’t want to wake her, wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed, something she had done for you multiple times.

Bringing in a tray stacked with coffee or tea, toast covered in butter and jam, waffles or pancakes, or just whatever she knew you loved. She was so sweet and prided herself on her cooking ability. You’d sit up in bed all sleepy, telling her she didn’t have to do this but thanked her all the same, and she’d set the tray in your lap, curled up next to you, looking almost ethereal in the early sunlight. She is then pressing the softest kiss to your temple and telling you in that true she didn’t HAVE to but she wanted to because you were hers, she cared for you and loved you.

Hence why you wanted to so desperately return the favor.

You took your time, flitting around the kitchen, cooking and preparing, feeling light as air and humming so sweetly. It all flew by so quick and half an hour later you were sneaking back into the bedroom, tray in your hands.

She was still asleep, perfect, having rolled onto her back, she looked ripped from a painting, blonde hair against her pillow and creamy skin on display, strewn on the soft sheets, looking like an angel. You almost didn’t want to disturb her but the need to touch her was far greater. You come forward, set the tray down on the nightstand and you sat down gingerly, your hand reached out, fingers running through her golden hair, she starts to stir under your touch, she lets out a small hum, her eyes open and the second she sees you she smiles, “Mmm morning sweet thing.”

You smiled softly at that well worn term of endearment she used. Pushing some more of her hair back you returned that greeting, “Mornin’ Tiff.” She rolled over onto her side, arms wrapping around your waist, face nuzzling into your thigh, “Surprised to see you up before me.”

A light laugh from you, hand on her shoulder, “I know, usually I just can’t bring myself to get up when I’m in bed with you. Too comfortable.” She was looking up at you, cheek resting on your leg, “What’s different this morning then? Am I not as comfortable?” She teased.

“No you are as soft as ever darling.” You took this as your que. “But as for what is different-” You turned at the waist and picked up the tray, holding it for her to see, “-this.”

She perked up, untangling from you she sat up and looked at the spread you had made just for her, she cooed out, “Oh honey.”

She leaned over, a kiss to your cheek and she said, “Thank you so much.” Manicured hands picked up the tray and you were excited to watch her dig in, but she did something that surprised you. She set the tray on her nightstand. She turned back to you and her hands cupped your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks, leaning in and she kissed you.

You would think after being with her for so long, that being kissed by her practically a thousand times would have prepared you, that the emotion it invoked would soften, be less intense, have less of an edge, but you’d be wrong.

It still felt incredible, nearly overwhelming, your hands found her waist and you kissed her back, so sweetly. She deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, she was so soft, so warm and her hands moved, fingers dragged down, raking her nails over your neck, sliding down, she unties your robe, sliding it open.

Her fingers curl in the black silk, pushing your robe off, you shrug out of it, letting it pool around you, she starts to touch you more, fingers over the now exposed skin of your sides. She sucked lightly on your bottom lip, teeth nipping lightly and then you pulled back, “Wa-wait, what about breakfast?”

She let out a soft laugh, starting to push you onto your back, you fell back with a small ‘oof’ it made you both chuckle and she spread your legs, her hands under your knees, taking your legs and putting them over her hips. She was beginning to lean over you, smirking down at you, “I wanna eat something else first.” She was so close, she kissed your neck and it made you tense slightly, “You don’t mind, do you?”

You shake your head, as if you would ever oppose what she was suggesting. If you ever did, someone should take you out back and shoot you because clearly you had gone insane.

“Good.” She couldn’t hide the smile in her tone, she kisses and bit the side of your throat, it made your hips stir and she ground onto you slowly, made you breath out, “God-T, fuck that’s-”

She hummed, “That’s?” You bit your bottom lip, a nod as she ground again, “-that’s good.”

You moaned and she had to agree. This was good, it always was but it wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t right, you wanted to be pleasing her. This morning was about her but this was good, soft and slow, lazy morning sex, lavishing attention over one and other.

You chose to just start touching her back, your hands smoothing over her, slowly stripping her out of the little she wore to bed. She did the same to you, both totally stripped bare, wandering hands and mouths, fingers working on overheated flesh, you rubbing her clit as your mouth captured one of her nipples, sucking as you circled that very sensitive part of her, had her tensing, moaning, her own pace below your waist faltering. Teeth scraped lightly over her and sucked deeply, tongue rolling over her nipple, your other hand teasing her opposite one between two of your fingers.

She was moaning your name, you loved to hear that, wanted to hear it over and over, it made something pull inside your chest, filled some part of you that you had no idea was empty until her. You rolled her so she was on her back instead, a kiss between her breasts, her eyes dropping to you, watching as you moved, dragging your lips downwards, lower and lower still, kisses and licks over her skin, soon resting between her now spread legs, tongue tongue dragged over her core and it made her arch up into you. “Fuck baby, yes-”

More.

You needed so much more. Needed to feed yourself on her, you licked again and again, hands cradled her hips and you ate her out so slowly. Looking up at her, watching her squirm and writhe from the minstriations of your mouth, taking in how she gasped when you sucked and breathed your name when your tongue delved between those delicious lips. As it dragged on, two fingers inside of her, curling as you lapped at her clit, your other hand on her hip, she couldn’t stop, chanting your name, you could feel her tightening, getting closer, you were desperate for her to cum. “Do-don’t stop-”

As if you would ever.

Lips closed around her and sucked, fingers pressed just right inside and her fingers in your hair tugged, arching up closer, rocking into your mouth and she came with a breathless moan of your name. You reveled in the feeling of her clit pulsating against your tongue, the gush of her that spilled forth, you moaned against her cunt, the way her walls clenched your fingers made you clench around nothing, you didn’t stop, dragging out every bit of sensation that you could from her peak. When she tugged on your hair again, “Mmm that’s good hun.”

You slowed to a stop and pulled up, your mouth covered in her mess, you brought your hand up and sucked on your fingers, cleaning them off while you stared up at her, she tasted incredible. You pulled your hand away and swallowed her back, she smirked down at you, breathing was evening out and she said, “What a way to start the day, huh?”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand, still smelt like her, hopefully it would for hours, “Mmm.” She started to reach out, obviously wanting to return the favor as soon as possible and your hands covered hers, pushing them away gently, “Breakfast first. I want you to enjoy it before it gets cold.”

She rolled her eyes but allowed it. “Alright, alright-”

So you sat up in bed with her, tray over your lap, feeding her the eggs and toast and fresh fruit that you made just for her. She complimented you and kissed you again, the taste of honey and peaches on her lips from the yogurt, praised you for everything, how skillful you were with your hands, how wonderfully you treated her, just for you being you.

She finally drank from the mug you had brought and she let out a pleasured moan, “When did you learn how to make this?” You smiled and gave a small shrug, “What? Your favorite lavender tea latte? Oh it’s not a big deal.”

Liar. You had spent too many afternoons when she was out of the house trying to get it just right but she didn’t need to know that. No, all she needed to know was one simple thing. You kissed her cheek and told her just that very thing, even though she already knew it you said, “I love you.”

She set the mug down and one of her arms was placed over your shoulder, leaning her head against yours, “Love you too sweet thing.”