#wet cat type of character

[asherasgayagenda]

my favorite type of men:

pathetic little meow meows, babygirl-coded, sopping wet cat of a man:

[astros-arts-inthestars]

Wait actually blorbo brainrot is here for real

She's so unhinged I love her she's great she's fantastic she's so cool All Hail The Scarlet Witch

Used Line Extraction for this I tried my best thank you

[kyaruun]

Related to my last reblog, those two have some of the routes that have made me cry the most in years of playing otoge and are both some of my ultimate favourite characters in otoges. I’m really here for the angst and the crying huh 💀

[quotidianish]

Tf2 shipping. And the like. In the mood to ramble about some characters today so expect my take on the Swordvan dynamic under the cut ! Heavymedic thingy in the tags. Man I can’t stop talking about these hat guys.

Won’t be as long as the heavymedic breakdown I typed last time but I think their dynamic is also pretty silly, not exactly the tragic type yknow. Sniper’s a wet cat man, pathetic, eats anything he finds blah blah, but when demo and him first meet degroot’s under the impression that Mundy is somehow very cool. He has the shades, he doesn’t talk much, he shoots people from far away, and he’s Aussie. Doesn’t get sexier than that, apparently. Mundy finds that out from Jeremy (third wheel) and freaks. Avoids Degroot for the next month. Only makes Degroot fall harder (”man. He’s so independent and always knows what to say.” Meanwhile Mundy says shit like “chuck a u’ey”). Shenanigans ensue

[worstghost]

This for the fluff stuff 💕 i totally see ghost being a cat dad like his s/o adopted a cat and their s/o loves cats alot and to the point where they obessesd with cats and he pretends dat he doesnt like cats but then few hours later you see him baby talk to the cat and giving the cat kisses and picking them up etc. I also see ghost as the type to always feed their cat when its just meowing 🤣

yes absolutely (this is very out of character for him in my head, but ig we'll say this is an established relationship where he's a lot more comfortable)

you'd bring a kitten home and be like, "this is our sweet baby Lucy, say hi."

And he responds all gruff and disinterested, "No child of mine will have a pathetic name like Lucy."

and you tell him you'll make it short for Lucifer, because every animal he has needs to have a badass name lol.

She follows him around like he's her momma, climbing up his pant leg when he makes his morning tea.

You catch him looking out the window one morning, the kitten on his shoulder, he leans his cup to her and let's her sniff it.

"None of that coffee shite, eh? We drink tea in this house." And she mrrps and rubs her face against him.

He'll use the cat as an excuse to get out of group functions too, standing up when he's over it and telling them "I have an animal at home that needs dinner."

And when he walks in the door, the kitten jumps off your lap and runs to him, looping between his legs, holding her meows as long as they can go.

"You didn't feed her?" He sounds accusing, picking her up and going to the fridge where her wet food is because 'I'm not going to feed her that processed shit.'

You roll your eyes and get up to follow him, "Simon she just ate, there's still food in the bowl. Don't let her manipulate you like that."

He hums and checks her bowl, finding that you are in fact right.

"Sometimes I think you love that cat more than you love me..." You grumble, digging through the cabinets for a snack.

That makes him frown, and even if you're joking he feels a little guilty. He'll come up and wrap his arms around you, lifting your chin to kiss you and promise, "I could never love anything more than you..."

[kneamet]

could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???

blood moon ball

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere

Word Count: 613

Character: roman sionis/reader

blood moon ball

A mad night under a cold moon, the scarlet sky of flesh waved love in a haze. Stars were scrawled on the ceiling — so far away, almost real! the constellation of the monster pointed the way, dragged back into a deep, cruel and pathetic embrace; an embrace full of darkness and depravity, death and blood. It was the blood moon ball — Roman was the main guest, and angering him was like an execution. This is a one— actor theater for a single spectator — you. A spectator doomed to eternal imprisonment, contemplating the whole horror of life with faded eyes.

Lost to yourself, the whole world, but not to Roman, you were connected with strangers by a thread. They were sitting on chairs —coquettes with fake eyebrows, shiny earrings and mocking pupils, gentlemen with bloody hearts, greasy smiles and tasteless clothes. A row of flickering chandeliers poured abundant rays on the joyful faces of famous thieves, murderers who were going to shed a bloody sweat. And only you, like a small white flower sprouted in dirt and gloom, looked around the club in confusion, unable to move. Not being able to say a word against Roman that squeezed you in an insatiable embrace.

He kissed your neck, breathed hotly on your bare shoulders and ran his gloved hands along your waist. You shuddered, trembled and thoughtlessly looked into the distance, envied the crowd of harlots that were overcome with passion, madly rejoiced, traded in lost beauty and honor; they are carefree, who decided that life belongs to them; they are the same as you were a few months ago. Roman, not paying attention and ordering Zsasz to guard the most remote chairs, whispered in ear:

"Mine, mine, mine…"

The skin was covered with goosebumps, the heart beat faster. Your gaze was poisoned by endless longing. Forgotten dreams rise again with royal towers, block, help to live in the male world of the Novel. Roman protects you, protects you and pleases before you, ready to get the enemy's heart and present it on a platter. His control knows no bounds, but you feel — or should feel — safe. You're not in danger, but I'm worried, baby! he keeps saying, once again closing you at home. He says he has to protect.

Roman is a fragrant, luxurious fruit, a tombstone urn asking for tears; it is an evil spirit chasing from all sides, burning your chest with an unclean flame; you are forced to breathe it, inhale and swallow. Roman is a spider, he weaves webs and entangles victims, lives several lives that are nothing to him. His nets envelop the whole Gotham and it is not possible to get out, and why would you do that? Every girl in the city dreams of being in the bed of Roman Sionis, so why do you refuse?

Prohibitions multiply like bacteria, ordinary relationships will turn into continuous obligations and services — don't do this, don't do that. You sigh, trying to say something, but you are silent, afraid, remembering the bruises left on your neck. Suddenly you twitch when you feel the touch of tongue on the skin and the wet trail left. Roman, like a cat, makes this gesture, as if trying to ask for forgiveness, to lick wounds. Paying attention to a man walking with a drunken gait to your table, you don't even have time to say a word, as he, leaning against, demands something:

"Pretty, you want…"

He is interrupted by a dull bullet fired in the forehead. He falls with a thud, softly, almost inaudible thanks to the loud music. Your eyes widen and you swallow; Roman runs a gun through your hair.

"Mine."

im sorry if this isnt exactly what u wanted, i can always write something different fur u, anon! also, please indicate which type u would like to read - a drabble (500~ words) or a fic (2000+ words), since they are very different in content. drabble is more of a rest than a full-fledged job, so they may not be very interesting, perhaps boring and clumsy in terms of the plot. but if you liked it, then im very glad!

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Break In (Batman x Reader) SMUT

Summary: Breaking into your apartment was the easy part, but taming your kitty wasn’t.

Words: 1,111

Characters: Batman (Bruce Wayne) x Cat woman (Reader)

Part 2

Subject: minor rough sex, BDSM, foreplay, lots of tongue play, intercourse, PLEASE NO MINORS,

Side notes: this shit right here is for my kink folks, Lawwwwd FORGIVE ME after writing this. there’s so many things that I want to do with him. Definitely making a second round seeing this film again. I’m posting this late at night, I’ll correct the grammar and misspelling in the morning…. BTW I PURPOSELY USED BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE NAME IN DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES OF THE SMUT

Gotham city Lamentation of orange hue street lights down the darken alley. Your tight leather boots barely made a sound as you approached your apartment view. The soft velvet pouch rocked back and forth around your hips. Tonight was a success and you couldn’t wait to celebrate with nobody else but yourself. A swift climb up the stairs as your French tips gripped the bare rusted arm rests. You checked your surroundings one last time before raising your apartment window up. Batman’s distress signal was high in the sky pleading for Gotham’s worthless population to be saved. You couldn’t help but smirk knowing who exactly caused tonight’s rebellious act. You slowly climb into your apartment and silently close the window pain with ease.

The apartment was a surrounded chaotic mess that only you understood. Your trio of cats greeted you around your ankles wanting to be praised. You caressed your hands around your pets backside before making your way to your bedroom. Without hesitation you unzip your cat suit revealing just your v neck. You turn toward your closet when a light heart attack pounded your chest. “Jesus I can’t even be comfortable in my own home without perverts like you here” you roll your eyes. Batman eyes pierced into yours without much emotion. “You know what I am here for and I won’t leave empty handed” Batman pushed your closet door open to further his investigation. Many weaponry and tools aligned against your walls. “I don’t know what exactly what you are talking about, but I would rather for you not to go through my personal belongings” you looked over his shoulder and saw him pause at your bullwhip. “Hand over the bag and I’ll keep your identity a secret” Batman slightly gripped your bullwhip. “I told you-“ your breath was cut short when Batman sharply turned with a slight grip on your neck. You felt a slight nervousness and excitement. “You mean these?” You finally gave in and threw the bag across the room. Batman thrusted forward while you grabbed your bullwhip from your closet and whipped his ankles together. You looked at the pitiful man laying in your bedroom tied up. He was such a mysterious soul that you wanted to fuck him senseless. You climb over him and straddle him. “I bet your dick is hard af under this stiff ass suit” you caress his chin. Batman knew you were right, but he couldn’t afford to lose his identity over someone like you. You press your lips against his and slightly bit his lower lip. Batman pushes the nap of your neck to deepen the kiss. You moan into the kiss as his hot tongue dances with yours. Before you notice Batman grabbed a head full of your hair and gave you an angelic look into your eyes.

“You can’t control me” he snapped loose of the bullwhip with his gadget boots and roughly twisted you over with your face down pressed hard against the wooden floor and his grip tight on both of your wrists. “Now won't you be a good kitten and stop stealing from this city” Batman took in the view of your shaped body in the tight leather suit. And cut an opening right between your legs. You struggle underneath his strong grip. “This is my first time playing with pussy” Batman husk voice echoed your ears as you whimpered from his digits curiously rubbing between your wet folds. He wrapped your arms tightly with some type of bondage. Your hair fell over your face from laying face down.

“I knew a pervert like you were just some little virgin” you breathlessly state. Bruce pushed two his fingers into your wet pussy. “You always undermined me” he slowly pulled his fingers out teasing you with only one single stroke. Bruce looked at his fingers and licked them clean. Bruce took off his mask and revealed his darkened eyes. “I think the real torture will be you not seeing what I look like” he deliberately placed his mask right next to your face. You growl in frustration as your imagination grew stronger wanting to see this strange man face that was going to fuck you. Bruce cut the portion of your cat suit more to reveal your ass. Bruce hands slowly squeezed and massage your cheeks taking in the view. His mouth watered and his dick hardened imagining how soft your pussy felt.

Your breath hitch and you felt vulnerable and submissive to his touch. It was such a new feeling to you. Your pussy pulsating feeling a sudden warm breath near it. Bruce didn’t want to tease and salvaged his whole entire tongue from your opening to your ass. He gave your pussy lips a sloppy kiss before thrusting his tongue in and out your opening more. You let out a purr and try not to moan to give him the satisfaction. “Will my little kitten be good from now on?” Your breath was shaken but you weren’t going to admit to him you wanted more. “I’m not your-“ before you could finish you let out a weeping moan as you felt his hard member push into your core. Bruce grabbed you by your locks and turned your head to face his mask sitting directly in front of you. He slowly pulled

Out and forcefully thrusted back in. “I’m going to ask you one more time” his deep voice pierced into your ear. “I’ll be good” you whimper. Your knuckles turned white from the massive pleasure you tried to keep inside.“Very good” Bruce slowly stroked in and out leaving deep mini orgasms rubbing against your walls. He moaned as your pussy felt like tight hot gushing water around his dick. He quickly pulled himself out of you eruptly and gave your ass cheek a harder slap. “Until we meet again” He said his last words before you watched him grab his mask and grab the jewelry you had previously stolen. “Are you going to untie me???” You snapped. Your eyes only can see big combat boots big enough to smash someone’s head in. “You’re a cat I’m sure you’ll figure it out” he stated before leaving you in heat.

[purple-plum-petals]

⊱ Dreaming of You ⊰ || Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮       Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland), Trey Clover (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Cater Diamond (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Ace Trappola (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Deuce Spade (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Che'nya (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Grim (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Dire Crowley (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned)       Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)       Warning(s): Descriptions of Blood and Death in Nightmare Scene, Depersonalization(?), Riddle has a Panic Attack, Spoilers for Book 1, Use of Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, First-year instead of Freshmen, etc.)       Genre: Drabble, Fluff (Hurt/Comfort), Platonic or Romantic Relationship       Word Count: ~4,700 words       Prompt: “hey, look at me. look at me. it’s not real.” [Prompt List]       Author’s Note: I have no clue why I enjoy writing hurt/comfort so much, especially so after a nightmare scene, but I just do; it’s simply a trope I can never get enough of. I thought Riddle would be a good contender for this prompt, so I decided to try giving writing his character a go! I also made Yuu a bit flirty in this one as a treat, but the relationship is never specified to be romantic. Flustered Riddle is 👍 – 10/10 would fluster again – he can join the club with Azul lmao. I go back to college tomorrow and I’m not looking forward to it…

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             “Thanks for letting me stay over for the night, Riddle! I’m so happy I don’t have to carry Grim back home in this storm. He tends to get a bit… fussy whenever he gets wet.” You said with a smile, trying to forget the time Grim nearly shredded your arm to ribbons after a single drop of water touched his fur in a previous attempt of getting back to your dorm during a torrential downpour. Despite Grim’s adamant denial that he was no simple housecat, he certainly shared a lot of similarities with them.

            You removed your shoes and placed them next to the door, making your way over to Riddle’s desk where you placed your bookbag down on the hardwood flooring. You looked up at his bookshelf and wondered if he had read every book that was there. Knowing Riddle, he probably not only read every title there but somehow also managed to memorize every single detail and fact the books held as well. You walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains slightly as you looked out across the rose garden of Heartslabyul. The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon as it poured from the grey sky above, covering the landscape in a feeling of melancholy. Well, at least the roses in the garden would have plenty to drink for the next few days.

             “It’s no problem at all, Prefect. Ace and Deuce didn’t seem too thrilled about having to babysit him, though.” Riddle said, sounding somewhat amused that Ace and Deuce had to look after a menace just like them Grim. You also found it funny whenever your two best friends had to watch over your cat dormmate in your stead. They could have a taste of what you put up with day in and day out while you got the small respite you deserved every now and again.

             “Eh, I’m sure they’ll get over it.” You said with a wave of your hand, kneeling down and opening your bag as you scrounged around for your alchemy book. You eventually found the book and grabbed it as well as your notebook before standing up and making your way to the black sofa Riddle had in his room, continuing to speak as you said, “Besides, without Grim here, we’ll be able to study easier – he doesn’t exactly help with concentration.”

             After a brief moment of silence, Riddle asked, “So, what is it you need help with?”

             “Alchemy again… I just can’t remember the order that the ingredients are supposed to go in. The last thing I want to do is make something explode in class when trying to make gold.” You told him as you threw your hands in the air, exclaiming, “I have no clue why certain things are so easy for me to remember while other topics are harder – it’s so frustrating!”

             Frustrating was putting it lightly – infuriating was more akin to what you felt at times. Sometimes you found yourself in tears while trying to study for tests simply because, no matter how many times you went over the information, you couldn’t remember it. You could read the same paragraph over and over and, no matter what, nothing would stick. Sitting hunched over your desk at one in the morning with your head in your hands as tears dotted the blank study guide below you happened more often than you’d like to admit… not that you’d admit it to the Heartslabyul dorm leader of all people, though.

             “Well, I’m sure that memorizing the order of ingredients shouldn’t take too much time considering how diligent you are with your studies.” Riddle told you with a smile, coming over to sit next to you on the sofa. You were already deep in thought as you read through the textbook, missing Riddle’s jab as he muttered, “Hopefully you’re easier to tutor than Cater was….”

             Hours passed and Riddle was so, so happy that – yes – you were easier to teach than Cater was (thank the Seven). You listened to his every word intently as he gave you advice on different ways to help you remember the order of the alchemical ingredients of gold. Riddle had experience helping people with trouble remembering certain processes, so it wasn’t hard for him to give you tips on different ways to make memorization easier. You never once pulled out your phone despite how often it vibrated in your bag across the room, something of which he was very grateful for. It was probably Ace and Deuce complaining about Grim, but you didn’t have the time to deal with their nonsense at the moment – you had some studying to do!

             Riddle excused himself for a moment, slipping out of his room and returning ten minutes later with a tray of snacks and drinks. He placed the tray down in front of you on the table, asking, “Would you care for some tea, Prefect?”

             “Herbal tea, right? That’s rule 153, isn’t it – only herbal tea in the evenings?” You asked in return, perking up at the sight of Trey’s baked goods on the platter before you. You missed the brief expression of surprise on Riddle’s face when you asked, your focus solely on the delicious food before you as your mouth watered at the sight.

             The dorm leader recovered quickly, pouring you a cup of tea as he questioned, “…Yes, it is. You remembered it?”

             “Well, I know the Queen’s rules are important to you, and I want to make sure that I do my best to follow them whenever we’re hanging out.” You said sincerely, picking up one of the snacks and taking a bite as it immediately melted in your mouth. Ah – it was as delicious as you imagined it would be; you should come and hang out at Heartslabyul more often if it meant you could have more of the vice dorm leader’s cooking. You continued to speak after you swallowed the food in your mouth since it would be rude to talk with your mouth full, “You’re my friend and, while I don’t have all of them memorized juuust yet, I’m doing my best. Hehe, I have no clue how you remember all 810 of them – it’s really impressive, Riddle... Uh, Riddle?”

             You finally took notice of Riddle’s redder-than-usual face. Usually he only got that red when he was angry but… he didn’t look upset. If anything, he looked flustered by what you had said. Riddle always wondered how you managed to have nearly everyone at NRC wrapped around your finger but, as he’d gotten to know you, he’d also become hopelessly smitten by you and your genuine kindness.

             However, once he realized you were now looking at him with concern etched across your features as your hand slowly inched towards his face, he stood up straight and stuttered out, “A-Ah, my apologizes – you just caught me off-guard for a moment, is all… Here is some sugar, honey, and milk as well if you’d like.”

             “Thanks! I was starting to get thirsty.” You said with a smile, acting as though he hadn’t been acting strangely before picking up the full cup of tea Riddle had slid your way and adding whatever you wanted in it before downing it all in but a few moments. The dorm leader chuckled a bit before refilling your teacup and sitting back down next to you, his own drink clasped in his hands as you both continued to study long after the sun had set over the horizon.

            Hours passed and it was about time the two of you went to bed. You both took turns in the bathroom, getting changed into your pajamas (Riddle was kind enough to let you borrow a spare set he had found) and doing your usual nightly rituals before bedtime. He had let you go first, so now were now lying on the small sofa as you waited for the dorm leader to finish up, laughing quietly at the texts Ace and Deuce had sent you while you were preoccupied with studying. Eventually, Riddle came out of the bathroom as he dried his hair, watching you from the doorway as you snickered to yourself, texting your first-year friends in their respective group chat.

            He felt… envious at the sight. If it was towards you or your friends, he’d never know; he didn’t want to think too deeply about that at the moment, either. However, a sudden question towards him snapped him out of his daze as you asked, “Hey Riddle, did your parents ever let you have sleepovers before?”

             “Oh, uh, no… my mother wasn’t fond of Trey nor Che'nya, so I never even bothered asking if they could stay the night.” Riddle told you, trying to hide any emotion that may have shown itself in his voice at the admission. You watched as he folded the towel he had been using to dry his hair before placing it gently on the sink, your heart starting to hurt from the expression that was currently plastered on his face.

            You decided to try and get another emotion to show itself through his features and, with a devious smirk, you placed your phone down on the coffee table in front of you before making your way over towards him. You walked towards him slowly, saying in a sing-song tone, “So, am I the first person to have, ehehe… stayed the night in your room~?”

               Riddle’s face immediately exploded with color due to the tone you had taken, exclaiming out in mortification, “Gah–!? W-When you say it like that it–!”

            “Woah, woah – I was just teasing you!” You said, waving your hands in front of your person in surrender. You were still smiling as you rubbed the back of your hand, looking apologetic as you said, “Sorry if I accidently struck a nerve… I was just trying to keep the conversation from getting too heavy, haha.”

            “Ahem… it’s alright but, um – to answer your question… yes, you are. T-The first person to sleep over, that is.” Riddle told you with a slight cough, averting his eyes to look at anything besides you.

            You started glowing at his words, telling him with a warm smile as you made your way back to the couch, “Well, I’m honored to be your very first honorary sleepover buddy!” You picked up your notebook and closed it, looking at Riddle with determination in your eyes as you told him, “Okay, so I think I finally have the order down! It goes…”

            “You did a great job, Prefect – you learn surprisingly quickly.” Riddle said, praising you as you packed up your books and supplies back into your bag.

            “Yeah, but I’ll just end up forgetting it after the practical exam – nothing ever truly sticks unless I’m really passionate about it. It’s frustrating, but it’s just something I have to work around I guess.” You told him honestly, sounding downtrodden at the fact he had spent so much time helping you only for it in the long run to not do all that much. Still, you decided to stay positive and say with a smile, “Thanks for all the help, Riddle.”

            “You’re welcome. If you ever need someone to study with again… I-I wouldn’t be opposed to having another study session – as long as you ask me in advance, that is.” Riddle told you, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on the comforter on his Queen-sized bed.

            “Sounds like a date then, Riddle – I’ll be sure to tell you whenever I want to study again.” You said with a smirk, watching as a strangled sound left Riddle’s throat as his face reddened again for the third time in one night. He grabbed one of his pillows and chucked it at you, the soft projectile hitting you straight in the face with a light ‘poof!’. Everything in the room went quiet and Riddle immediately regretted what he had done – he didn’t mean to throw it, honest! He let his emotions get the better of him once again and now he had just hit someone who he considered a true friend.

            However, what he wasn’t expecting was your loud and sudden laughter echoing throughout the room as you said in-between giggles, “Hehehehe – I’m just kidding, Riddle! No need to toss a pillow at me… I mean, unless you want a fight, that is.”

            “N-No, I’d, um… rather not fight you.” Riddle told you honestly, not wanting to do anything else that could potentially push you away as he had done with so many of his peers. Maybe one day he’d be able to tell you how much he cherished you and your friendship, but he wasn’t at the point to be that vulnerable with you just yet.

            “Hmm? You scared? Never thought I’d see the day when a dorm leader was scared of the magicless student.” You said with a smirk, picking up the pillow that Riddle had thrown at you from the floor as you fluffed it in your hands.

            “I-I am not scared of you! I just don’t see the point in us fighting over something so trivial.” Riddle said, crossing his arms and looking away from you.

            You blanked at his words, saying with an amused grin, “…I was talking about a pillow fight, Riddle, not a fistfight. Actually, come to think of it… I could probably take you in a fistfight if I needed to. I mean, if Ace was able to knock you down, surely I could–gah!”

            You were cut off once again with a pillow hitting your face. You caught the pillow in your free hand, opening your eyes and taking in Riddle’s expression as your smile grew wider. His face was still that deep shade of scarlet, but now there was a smile adorning his features as he looked at you with eyes filled to the brim with ambition to prove your words false. Oh, it was war now.

            You two hit each other with pillows for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes in the grand scheme of things. Feathers littered the room and his once pristine bed was now missing all pillows and the covers were now wrinkly. You were both out of breath and lying on the floor, laughing lightly at the whole situation. It had been a while since you had a pillow fight, and they were just as enjoyable as you remember them being.  

            “So, did you have fun?” You asked, sitting up and looking at the now empty pillow that was held tightly in your hand. You muttered meekly, looking at the hole in the once feather-filled pillowcase, “S-Sorry about all the feathers, though – I didn’t know one of them had a tear in it.”

            “No need to apologize. I actually… had a lot of fun. Um… thank you, Prefect.” Riddle said sincerely, standing up from the ground and coming over to lend you a hand.

            You took his hand with a smile, telling him, “You’re very welcome, dorm leader Rosehearts. Everyone should experience the joy of beating the ever-living daylights out of your friends with a pillow at least once in their life.”

            After tidying up the room as best as you could, you both decided finally hit the hay for the night. Riddle grabbed you a few pillows and a thick blanket, placing them on the couch as he asked you, “…Are you sure you’ll be fine on the sofa? I know it’s not the most comfortable thing to sit on, let alone sleep on.”

            “Yeah, I’ll be okay! I mean, my mattress back at my own dorm isn’t the best, so it doesn’t feel too different from usual.” You told him, placing the pillows at one side of the sofa before flopping down and covering up with the soft fleece blanket. Once you were all settled, you peered over the back of the couch with a smile as you said, “Goodnight Riddle. See you in the morning!”

            “…Goodnight, Prefect.” Riddle said, smiling back as he turned off his bedside lamp before falling into a deep slumber.

…

             The garden was being ripped apart, rose blushes floating in the air as he looked down at all the disrespectful rule-breakers below him. The large globs of blot rolled down his face like tears, dripping down his cheeks and onto the ground below his floating form. He could hear his laughter echoing through his ears, almost as if he wasn’t the person cackling as the people around him fell to the ground like dying flies. Well, that’s all they were – just pests he had to deal with on a daily basis. Pests that didn’t follow the rules or listen to him when he told them what to do.

             He went to attack the rulebreaker that caused all of this – the one with the heart painted on his left eye – when his vision suddenly went red…. No, this wasn’t the red he would usually see when anger filled his veins. What was currently splattered across his face and blot-covered arms was… blood – your blood.

             No – no, not you. You were so kind towards him even after everything that he said and did. You were there to be a shoulder to lean on if he needed it, or someone who would push him out of his comfort zone all so he could experience what it was like to be “normal” teenager for once in his sheltered life. You were the catalyst behind the healing of his relationship with Trey – you were the reason that Ace and Deuce didn’t cause nearly as much trouble as they would without you. The Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm – a person who didn’t belong at NRC, yet did so much for so many people there without ever asking for anything in return.

             Now here you were, lying deathly still in his arms in his beloved rose garden as your blood trickled through his fingers like a river and onto the dying grass below you. The entire world was dark and cold – your light and warmth now gone forever. This couldn’t be happening. No, he couldn’t lose you – you just entered his life and gave him the push he needed to get better. Surely he didn’t ruin that, right? You were just playing a joke or teasing him like you so often did… right?

             A dark shadow loomed over him and, just like that, your body was ripped from his arms and sucked into the dark pool of blot around him. Trey, Cater, and now you? He turned around and saw it – the monster that looked almost like the queen he so admired. No, please – he didn’t want this… he didn’t want to be alone anymore! Just as the creature created from blot closed in on him, he shut his eyes and waited for it to take him where it had taken everyone else.

…

             “…iddle! Riddle! Wake up… a-are you okay? You started screaming and I just–…” He woke up with a start at the sound of your voice, pushing himself away from where you were standing by his bedside. He kept scooting back until his back hit the headrest, his breathing uneven and panicked as tears filled his eyes.

             You looked at him like a wounded animal, slowly crawling across his bed with one of your hands reaching towards him in the hopes that he’d recognize it was you. Though he wasn’t paying much attention to you as he curled up against himself, eyes wide open as tears trickled down his cheeks and his breathing became more labored as time went on. You steeled your voice, gently touching his shoulder as you said, “Hey, look at me – look at me. It’s not real… I promise, whatever you saw wasn’t real. It’s going to be alright, Riddle.”

             Riddle did as you asked and looked at you, the tears flowing faster than they had before. It hurt you to see him in so much pain so, without thinking, you leaned forward and held him tightly in your arms, embracing him in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. He was shocked for a moment before he buried his head into your neck, wrapping his arms around your form and holding you just as securely as you were holding him.

             It took a good fifteen minutes for Riddle to get his breathing under control. You were still holding him, rubbing his back soothingly before Riddle released you from his hold and leaned back from where he had been lying against your body. Once the situation fully sunk in for you, you exclaimed as you raised your hands away from Riddle’s no longer shaking shoulders as you inched slowly backwards, “A-Ah, sorry… I kind of just hugged you without your permission – habit, I guess. I’ll, um, just move away and–!”

             “No!” Riddle exclaimed, reaching forward and grabbing the hem of your nightshirt with one hand. You both froze, your inaction being from surprise while Riddle’s was from the embarrassment of his desperation for your embrace. He had just dreamed of you being dead – it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise that he wanted to make sure you were real and very much alive. Riddle released his hold of you almost as if had burned him, muttering quietly as he averted his gaze from yours, “Ah, uh… I-I don’t mind. It was, um… nice.”

             “O-Oh, alright then! Sooo, do you want another hug then?” You asked, holding your arms out as you awaited his response, a patient yet mischievous smile painted on your face.

             All Riddle could utter out, voice meeker than you had ever heard it as his eyes were covered by his bangs as he looked down at his hands that were balled up in his sheets, “…Do I have to say it aloud?”

             “I mean, how can I know for sure unless you tell me, hmm?” You teased, leaning down slightly as you tried to see his expression so you could get a read on his emotions. Whatever Riddle had dreamed of was enough to have him have a full-on panic attack, so you wanted to try and make him laugh – fluster him enough to get his mind off of whatever had caused him so much distress.

             Riddle looked up at you, brows furrowed and eyes still red as he uttered out, “Are you purposefully trying to torment me?”

             You just giggled, smiling as you asked, “Hey now – who do you take me for? Floyd?” You paused for a moment, looking down before meeting Riddle’s gaze once again as you asked him sincerely, “Did my hug make you feel any better, though?”

             There was a long pause for a moment before Riddle said, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them before saying aloud, “If I tell you yes, I know I will never hear the end of it, but… it made things feel normal. You’re... quite good at this, Prefect.”

             “What? Comforting people?” You asked, chuckling slightly.

             “W-Well, yes, but I meant… ugh, just forget it.” Riddle said, grabbing a pillow from beside him as he held it tightly in his arms.

             “Come now, Riddle – no need to be so cold after all of that…!” He looked up at you and his eyes weren’t nearly as bright as they were before – they were somehow duller but still glazed over. He started sitting up slightly with the pillow held in his grasp and you immediately knew what he wanted to do again.

            “H-Hey, come on – no more pillow fighting!” You pleaded, waving your hands in front of yourself. That didn’t stop Riddle though and, at three-o-clock in the morning, another pillow fight commenced. It wasn’t as lighthearted as the one earlier in the night, but how could it be after such an awful nightmare? It did help Riddle feel better though, and that was what mattered to you.

             Afterward, you were lying in bed alongside him, holding him gently in your arms as you talked about some of the things that you and your first-year friends had gotten into lately. It probably wasn’t the best idea to tell Riddle about all the rules Ace and Deuce break on a daily basis, but oh well. Riddle was flustered and wasn’t at all used to physical affection, but he couldn’t deny how you made him feel safe. Strange, isn’t it?

            His head was currently under your chin as you both laid on your sides, unable to go to sleep despite how much you had been trying to ease him into slumber. You were still talking, but your words were becoming more slurred and near unintelligible at times as the night went on. Riddle whispered, not wanting to break the calmness that had filled the room, “Aren’t you tired? I’m sure you had a long day considering all the work Crowley gives you.”

             “I mean, kind of… but I don’t want to go to sleep if you’re still not feeling very well.” You told him sincerely, pulling back to look down at his face.

             He wasn’t expecting that and suddenly pulled away from you as the vulnerability of the situation truly settled on him. He said as he turned away from you, sounding slightly annoyed, “I am fine, Prefect – I’m not a child that needs to be watched over.”

             “I know you’re not, but everyone needs to be comforted every now and again. You’re no exception, Riddle – just because you’re a powerful mage-in-training doesn’t mean you’re immune to being anxious or scared.” You told him, smiling despite the look of exhaustion in your eyes. He probably didn’t look any better now that he thought of it. Ugh – it was embarrassing for him to be seen by you in such a position; he was supposed to be a dorm leader, not a crybaby!

             “When did I say I was scared–!” He started, cheeks reddening at your assumption. Well, it wasn’t an assumption, but rather the truth. Was he going to tell you that, though? Absolutely not!

             Before he could continue speaking, you asked him as you held your arms wide open, “Do you want to keep cuddling?”

             It was a good minute or two before Riddle eventually relented, looking up at you meekly as he uttered out a quiet, “…Yes.”

             Riddle woke up to the sun shining in his face from his window, causing his eyes to scrunch up at the almost burning sensation. At some point he had fallen asleep and, thankfully, he had no dreams – nothing good or bad. He tried sitting up but was suddenly halted by a weight on his waist. He pulled back the covers and looked at the arms wrapped around his torso, his face blooming red like a rose in the morning, a strangled sound leaving his throat as he turned to look at your face.

            You stirred awake at the noise, opening your eyes and looking up at Riddle. You said with a smile, voice laced with sleep as you said, “Mhmm… ah, good morning Riddle. Did you sleep alright?”

            When he didn’t say anything in return, you blinked the remaining sleep from your eyes and took in his expression, asking, “Hmm? Why’s your face so red? Do you have a fever or something?”

            “W-We – y-you…!” He stuttered, looking aghast as though you two had done something taboo. What would his dormmates do if they found out he shared a bed with you? Riddle wouldn’t be able to handle teasing from Cater or Ace! Well, he could always just collar them, but he was trying to be better when it came to handing out his “punishments”.

            While Riddle was having a hard time processing the fact you two cuddled in the same bed for a few hours, you found the situation absolutely hilarious and were going to roll with it. You were already laughing as you said, “Ehehehe, I guess you can say you slept with someone now. Hahahaha, – kidding, kidding~! No more pillow fights, Riddle!”

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[cousinconnie]

Y/N wanted a pet, what would the aot casts adopt?

OKAY BUT I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS—

What pets would the AOT characters get with you:

Eren:

Okay so actually I don’t think that Eren would like the idea of pets!

Putting a free animal in a “cage” (even if that cage is just your house), collaring it, only feeding it a certain type of food, it all rubs him the wrong way.

I think the closest he would get to being okay with a pet would be having an indoor/outdoor cat. Having a little cat door so it could come and go as it pleased, and it can go hunting for its own food if it doesn’t want its cat food you buy. Treating the kitty more like a roommate/friend than a pet! I also think he would name it something stereotypical like “Tiger”

Mikasa:

Hear me out: fish.

I think she’d LOVE having a little aquarium!! Going out and picking each fish with you, naming them with you, decorating the tank with you,,,, she’d LOVE it omg

Would call you in the middle of the day sometimes like “so the clownfish are NOT getting along 😣” sends you videos of the fish swimming around, loves just watching them. You two like coming up with little personalities and making up fish tank drama. The 104th LOVE hearing out it lmao. She’d INSIST on you being the one to name them because she says she isn’t creative 🙁

Armin:

I think he’d be cool with any pet you wanted, but if you asked him what pet he wants, I think he might enjoy having a bunny! He likes cute things!!

+ I used to have this really cute bunny, but he was like absurdly grumpy all the time. So imagining Armin with this grumpy little bunny is SO funny

Just him being like, “um yeah, you can hold it. But he does bite sometimes. And kick. No, he doesn’t stop glaring 😥”

He would probably name it after a book character or a famous philosopher!

Sasha:

She’s a hamster girl. She LOVES watching it fill its little cheeks up with food. If she had to be any animal in the whole world she’d be a hamster.

She finds the BEST toys and wheels for it, has a whole dedicated hamster room in your house 😅 lowkey might become a hamster tiktoker. Be prepared for her to call you in a panic every time she thinks something is wrong though

“YOU NEED TO COME HOME, I DONT KNOW IF HAMMY IS DEAD OR HIBERNATING AND IM GOING TO HAVE A BREAKDOWN!!!!”

Jean:

Okay I think Jean is the dad stereotype where he acts like he hates the pet and doesn’t want it but then like a week later he is obsessed with it,,,

So imagine: you tell Jean that you kind of want to expand your little family by getting a pet, and he says no, that he’s uncomfortable with the amount of responsibility having a pet requires. You respect him obviously, even if you’re disappointed.

Then one day it’s raining really heavily and he hasn’t come home from work yet, so you start getting worried. But then he walks in the door soaking wet, clutching something to his chest. He leans foreword showing you that it’s a little dog-

“I think it got hit by a car”

So the two of you nurse it back to heath together, and you take it to the vet to see if it has an owner, it does but they don’t want it. So now you and Jean have a little dog.

The dog loves you obviously,, but it LOVES Jean, you think it must realize that he saved its life 🥺

Jean acts like he doesn’t like the clinginess of the dog at first,, but give it like a week and the two will literally be inseparable ��

Connie:

Okay you already know he’s a dog guy.

He wants a big dog he can run around with and play. A dog that will match his energy,, but is also good with kids because he definitely wants kids one day. So like a Golden Retriever or a German Shepherd!!

I don’t even think that you have to bring up wanting a pet, I think he would bring it to you first 😭

And MAN does he love that dog 🥺 they go on runs every day, and he can literally spend hours playing fetch with him and teaching him tricks

(Buys himself a “dog dad” t-shirt 🗿)

Historia:

Okay so hear me out, I think she’d get a Gecko.

You tell her you want to get a pet and she is like “oh, that’s a great idea!!” So you guys go to a shelter with every intention of getting somthing fluffy, but she just so happens to see someone surrendering their Leopard Gecko. It was really small, looked kinda sick, and the tail had fallen off. Like it was very much not doing good. And she had to take it.

You guys some home with it (and with medicine from the vet) and she’s immediately googling Leopard Geckos. In like a few hours she’s an expert, and knows exactly what supplies she needs.

She nurses it back to heath almost all by herself with little help from you (even though you wanted to help, she wanted to save the gecko herself). When the tail started growing back she SOBBED in your arms.

Hange:

They totally like snakes right?? Like I can see them collecting the shed skins and putting them in resin. I also think they’d like ferrets!!!! Just curious little guys who have a ton of energy?? They would def have snakes and ferrets‼️‼️‼️‼️ If you guys get ferrets though Levi refuses to be in the same room as them because ferrets are stinky lmao

Levi:

He’s a cat guy 💯 at first he wouldn’t want a pet because animals are dirty but he’ll eventually come around to the idea. Cats clean themselves and they don’t need too much attention and are independent, so I think he’d respect them. If you see him up in the early morning drinking tea and petting the cat, he’ll deny it 🫢

If anyone wants more of this lemme know 😤❤️

[yuujispinkhair]

Heyyy adore your works keep it fr!!💕💕 I live it for it. Can you do a lil scenario where Yuji starts sucking and licking your nipple 🥳 he seems like a guy to enjoy it! Also brown nipple pls 👉🏾👈🏾

Aww thank you so much!! And thank you for this cute and sexy prompt! Yuuji is absolutely the type of boyfriend who loves to touch you and make you feel good all the time! I love him!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, spit, praise, dirty talk. This is just a smutty and fluffy story about your sweet boyfriend Yuuji worshipping your breasts and nipples until you cum. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Yuuji makes you so happy. He is such a sweet boyfriend and downright smitten with you, always wanting to touch you, hug you, kiss you, shower you with his love and affection. No wonder he loves movie nights in bed so much because he can cuddle you for hours. And you love it just as much.

You smile softly when only five minutes into the movie, Yuuji sighs and rolls over so he can rest his head on your chest. It feels so nice to have your sweet boy so close. Yuuji is warm and comfy, and he smells really good! The weight of his head on your breasts makes you feel safe and happy.

He makes some cute noise, sounding almost like a purring cat when you reach out to run your fingers through his pretty pastel pink hair. And just like a cat, he snuggles even closer to you.

One minute Yuuji is just laying there in your arms with his head resting on your chest, and the next, he turns his face, so it's buried between your tits, nuzzling them and sighing happily.

You laugh and run your fingers through Yuuji's soft hair and over his muscular back, assuming he just wants to get more comfortable.

But then you feel his warm, strong hands slip under your shirt. He pulls it up to expose your bra-covered breasts, and the soft groan coming from Yuuji tells you that he really seems to like the sight in front of his eyes.

He leans down, and you feel his soft lips trailing tender kisses over the swell of your breasts above your bra. Your fingers tighten in Yuuji's hair as a soft groan escapes your mouth.

Yuuji is always so sweet to you, making you feel adored and loved. The way he looks at you, drinking you in with his pretty honey eyes and telling you how beautiful you are to him. The way he bites his lips when he undresses you, unable to hide his excitement.

It's the same now when his strong hands slip under you, and he opens your bra and pulls it off you, making your tits spill out of the lacey fabric.

Yuuji's eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. A slight flush creeps over his handsome face while he drinks in the sight of your exposed tits.

He can't hold back, and his warm hands reach out to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently and pushing them together while he watches hungrily.

A cute moan falls from Yuuji's parted lips when he sees how plump your tits look this way, squished together between his large hands, nipples growing hard when his thumbs brush over them.

"Fuck...look at you, baby. You drive me crazy...my pretty girl!"

You smile and chuckle a bit breathlessly, reaching down to ruffle Yuuji's soft pink hair lovingly.

"I thought you wanted to watch that movie, baby. I'm not complaining, though."

Yuuji grins sweetly, and his honey eyes sparkle as he looks up at you.

"You are way more exciting than the movie."

His gaze still bores into yours when he opens his mouth to lick at one of your erect nipples. He looks so sexy like that, so confident and unashamed, letting you see how much he loves touching you. He moans softly before his velvety tongue circles your nipple tenderly.

His large hands are squeezing your breasts gently while his soft tongue flicks slowly over your sensitive flesh.

At first, he's paying thorough attention to your right nipple, kissing and licking it sweetly before letting it slip out of his mouth and trailing hot wet kisses over your plump tits until he reaches the left nipple and sucks it hungrily into his warm mouth.

You can't help but gasp softly. Yuuji's mouth is so sweet, so tender, and so warm. It sends the sweetest shivers down your spine, and desire shoots through you, pooling deep in your belly and throbbing between your thighs where your pussy is already creaming for Yuuji.

His tongue flicks over your nipple one last time and then pulls away. You whine in protest as cool air brushes over your sensitive nipple, which is now covered in Yuuji's spit, slick and wet and glistening seductively.

Yuuji laughs softly. It's a sweet sound, though, not mocking. Just full of affection and love.

"Don't worry, cutie. I got you. I'm not going anywhere...Just want to look at you for a moment."

You can't help but moan at his words. Knowing that Yuuji loves looking at you and touching you makes your head spin and your pussy throb with arousal.

His eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed as he lets his gaze wander over your hard and swollen nipples, wet with Yuuji's spit while he pushes your tits together, making them look so big and full and tempting.

Usually, Yuuji is an ass guy. He loves to slap your juicy backside and gropes it any chance he gets. But the thing with a sweet boy like Yuuji is that he loves every inch of your body. And today seems to be a boobies day.

"Fuck! You got such beautiful tits, baby! Oh god, I'm so lucky..."

His compliments make heat spread through you, and your heart beats wildly. Yuuji has a way of always making you feel so desired. Your gaze meets his, and you are sure he can see how aroused you are.

He smiles sweetly at you as his strong fingers tease your swollen nipples gently, tweaking them between his thumbs and index fingers. And then his soft lips close around one erect nipple again, and the velvety warmth of Yuuji's mouth makes your hips buck uncontrollably.

"Yuu...Yuuji!"

He makes a happy sound in the back of his throat, a mix between a moan and a growl, and then he sucks on your nipple eagerly while his fingers keep playing with the other one. His touch is so sweet and gentle, so loving.

Needy little mewls are falling from your parted lips as Yuuji keeps on loving your tits. Kneading and squeezing them gently between his large warm hands, soft slick mouth suckling and kissing, and his sweet tongue tracing teasing circles around your erect nipples.

You feel so hot, so sensitive to Yuuji's touch, to every flick of his tongue. He hasn't even come anywhere close to your pussy, but you are soaking wet for him, squirming needily as his sweet mouth on your tits pushes you closer and closer towards what you know will be a mindblowing orgasm.

His teeth close oh so gently around one nipple and tug on it. A wild cry falls from your lips as your hips arch up.

Yuuji groans softly around your hardened peak, honey eyes looking up at you through pretty black lashes. Your nipple slips slowly out of his warm slick mouth when Yuuji asks in a husky, turned-on voice:

"Are you wet, baby?"

You are breathing heavily and just nod while looking at Yuuji with a fucked out expression on your face. He groans loudly.

"Oh fuck.. can you...can you cum from that? Just from me playing with your nipples? Can you try for me, baby, please?"

His words alone are enough to make your pussy throb with pleasure, and your body pushes up needily against your boyfriend, who keeps on worshipping your tits and nipples. His mouth is sucking harder now, followed by wet, open-mouthed kisses and eager licks.

Yuuji is rutting against the mattress desperately. His kisses and licks with which he showers your tits and nipples are sloppy, wet, so hot and delicious, accompanied by loud, needy moans and whines. It's so cute how horny he gets from pleasuring you.

But your own moans are just as loud and needy. Your legs are spread widely, panties soaked through, and your hips buck uncontrollably with every new flick of Yuuji's soft tongue over your sensitive peaks.

It's his mouth closing around a nipple again and suckling on it needily as his teeth graze your sensitive flesh lightly that sends you over the edge. You cry out loudly, jerking wildly as hot pleasure pulses through you and your whole body shakes with the force of your orgasm.

You cum so prettily for Yuuji, shuddering and trembling, moaning and screaming as Yuuji's mouth keeps on sucking on your nipple, dragging even more bliss out of you.

When your trembles finally subside, and your loud cries and moans turn into soft satisfied mewls, Yuuji presses one last sweet kiss to each of your nipples before lifting his head to smile up at you.

He looks so pretty, flushed face, dilated pupils, and lips glistening wetly with his spit. He's breathing heavily, and his voice is low and hoarse:

"Fuck... that was...oh fuck...thank you, baby. You were so hot, ah fuck!"

You have to grin at his cute horny babbling and stroke his pink hair lovingly before tugging on it to pull him into a long deep kiss. You feel his thick hardness throbbing against your thigh, and when you rub against it, you elicit another cute moan from Yuuji's lips.

You smile up at him, placing both hands on his defined pecs, and gently push at him.

"Your turn, baby. Let's see if you can cum too, just from getting your nipples sucked."

[primofate]

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Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry. 

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go. 

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door. 

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,” 

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you. 

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face. 

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!” 

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears. 

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,” 

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...” 

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway. 

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen. 

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say. 

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him. 

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?” 

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend. 

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,” 

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path. 

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,” 

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in. 

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter. 

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,” 

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on. 

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school. 

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” 

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded. 

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,” 

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet. 

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong. 

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily. 

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?” 

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,” 

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,” 

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at. 

Kazuha 

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,” 

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink. 

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright. 

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?” 

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!” 

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes. 

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,” he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,” 

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him. 

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today. 

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment. 

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there. 

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can’t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,” 

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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• ¡ HOT PINK TIME ! ft. Timeskip! Tokyo Rev

ᴛᴡ: minors don't interact!! she/ her pronouns, All characters are age up, sub! and dom! Characters,I didnt include Baji because I don't like to write smut about him, but you can request if you want ig 🙁.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: just Doja Cat songs because I needed to upload lol. English is not my first language, so any mistakes I'm sorry.

キンク ─ Cyber Sex

I wanna touch on you (On you) You see me in my room (My room) Wish you were here right now (Right now) .

╰ Characters: RAN HAITANI, Mitsuya Takashi, TAIJU SHIBA, KEN RYUGUJI, HANMA SHUUJI, Izana Kurokawa, makoto suzuki.

Your knew your boyfriend was a busy person, with his job was so difficult to sleep early and wake up late. Before he go to his job he always put a little note with a "Good morning beautiful, I will see you tonight" but today the note wasn't with the see you tonight, instead was "I will call you later, job need me to LA but I promise I will be there soon, love you ♡︎ "

And when the clock hit 9:25 p.m your phone start to buzz with the "baby" in the screen, so you answer it.

"Hello my love" his beautiful calm voice start speaking "how was your day? Mine was awful, I forgot my important things in the hotel and I was in the middle of the street" he sound tired, of course he was, today he flew to LA, when it was his time to go he forgot his things and his teamworks didnt helped him

"My day was ok, I did the usual but I kinda miss you " "Aww my baby miss me that much? Well kitty how about you tell me how much you missed me, huh? Turn your camera" His voice was turning sensual while you put your phone in front of you and see him shirtless with little wet sounds in the background "Come on, you wanna be a good girl and help me right? Because right now I really want to see you cute pussy, I want to be there and eat you like my last dinner, finger you and bite your cute nipples"

As his voice filled your ears, you start to finger yourself until he stopped you "babygirl, you now I like when your gummy walls are around my fingers, while my thumb is on your cute clit, touching so deep that I could hear when my fingers are in and out... Oh come one baby show me that cum face~"

キンク ─ Juicy

He like it thick, he like it fat, yeah (Fat, fat, fat) Like to keep him wantin' more.

╰ Characters: Nahoya Kawata, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, Manjiro Sano, Rindou Haitani, Hajime Kokonoi, SHINICHIRO SANO, KAKUCHO HITTO.

There are two thoughts that make him lose control. The firat one is your ass.

As simple as it sounds, he love seeing you fight with your pants because sometimes they don't fit, or the way you walk and more your hips and butt, or the way when you bounce on his cock making your ass giggle every thrust, more harder and faster. The wet sound of it makes him lose everything, and it is a plus If the bed start to move.

"Baby ah~ dont stop mhh~" he moans softly in your ear with his arms around your waist hugging you but not to tight just to let you bounce freely "I-I'm gonna cum~" he feel how your walls start clinching against his cock "Oh god~ You like when I speak to you like that? Huh? You nasty baby" As he cums inside you he couldn't help but start to breath heavily feeling his body squirm and wanting to fill your ass. So he start to trust slowly again.

The second one is when you make him beg.

"If you want to cum again, beg me to jump in your cute cock and if you don't well, I can always help myself" Fuck he is hard again.

キンク ─ Streets

Plan a motherfuckin' wedding You the type I wanna marry (yeah) and keep you merry I'll put the ring on when you ready.

╰ Characters: MITSUYA TAKASHI, Hakkai Shiba, TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI, MATSUNO CHIFUYU, Kazutora Hanemiya, Souya Kawata, SEISHU INUI.

He is perfect. He always wake you up with soft kisses and a little shy rub in your clit, hugging you and whispering "good morning sweetheart, what is for today?" Everyday he wake you up like that, making you feel special. Sometimes you get a little fun before shower, other times you go straight to shower.

His plans for everyday are : wake you up, shower, eat breakfast, go to work, come back home and please you. That is everyday and he feel happy that his work isn't 24/7 so he can have time with you.

Sometimes when he feel so tired he let you bounce how ever you want, want to do it hard and fast? Do it. Want to do it slow and sensual? Do it. He can't say no to you.

"Baby! Baby! ~" His voice make you look at him "C-Can you please just m-make me cum o-one more..?" his voice with hiccups, his pretty glossy eyes with tears in them and th little blush he had make you understand. You want him for the rest of your life, making breakfast every morning, go on dates together, make him cum as many time you want without worrying about a baby because probably he would ask you if want to have one.

"Sure baby, but just please let me marry you, I don't care about the " the man is the one proposing" i wanna be yours forever and I want you to be mine forever too" his eyes and could take it anymore, he start to cry on your chest while repeating "yes yes yes please".

キンク ─ Talk Dirty

Make that kitty hurt, make that kitty squirt Tell me, what's my name?

╰ Characters: kazutora hanemiya, ATSUSHI "AKKUN" SENDO, yamamoto takuya, RINDOU HAITANI, naoto tachibana.

He loves when you sit on his face, making him hard to breath, how you move your hips in his mouth, moaning in you cute pussy and drinking everything.

"Who is a good boy?" You asked making him hard to answer "I am your good boy" he say while taking some air and once again eating you out. "Only my good boy?" He nods while moving his face more into you.

If he have to describe the feeling he will say it feels like heaven, how you grab him hair and make him gag on your juices. And the way you start to grab his cock when you are near to cum drivea him mad, And of course he moan and moan your name in you walls.

he just love it.

キンク ─ Addiction

I've got such a pretty body, Looks prettier when I'm a mess.

╰ Characters: HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AKASHI, ran haitani, MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO, kazutora hanemiya, matsuno chifuyu, TAKASHI MITSUYA, yamagishi kazushi.

He loooves to be a brat, when you are the dom one he always disobey you, the way your eyes close a little, your mouth loosing the smile you had, your hand stopping his and they way your soft spot is gone.

"What did you do baby?" Your voice fill the room, but even the intimidating looking you are giving him he don't stop rubbing your clit. "Stop, now"

He have waited this moment, the moment you make him feel little, small, like the pray.

"You don't even know how to follow a fucking order? A baby can even understand that, are you that stupid? I can only use you for please but you even can please me how I want" your mean voice make him more hard.

"What is your excuse know, huh?" "I-" you grab his cheeks making him pout, telling him with your eyes to continue " I w-want you to make me a mess" He said while smiling at you, knowing how much you hate that BUT also knowing how much you love making him a mess

Your hand slipped to his hard cock under his pants, while moving your hand up and down slowly you give him a last order for that night

"I will make you a mess, but you can't cum before me. If you disobey me again then forget about me for 3 months"

He love when you are mean to him.

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[leva-prava]

My favourite character type: traumatized sad little pathetic wet cat energy teenager

[idcallmyselfhuman]

I will accept Aether and Kuni being justified as allies through it being a favor for Nahida.

“Can you help him find himself” or some other reason I'm too lazy and dumb to think of right now and Aether begrudgingly agrees when she pulls out the “I appointed you as my first sage please do it” as she thrusts this wet bastard cat of a character in his unwilling arms.

Anything less would be letting go of past grievances too easily, and frankly, I want more of Aether being irked by everyone and everything again. Chasm arc Aether type beat.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Future candidate for the "Unconventional Food Choices" tag?

I’m in a group of Guild Wars 2 RPers who use a simplified D&D esque system for combat. We’re doing a small-scale campaign to help another player escort carts of goods from the main town to our guild hall. On the way, we run into a gang of bandits, trying to extort money from our group.

Our group consists of a Human Firebrand (Actual class-Guardian) who works with potions in her spare time, a Human Deadeye (a type of thief) who is starting his own workshop (the DM’s character), a Charr (think giant bipedal cats) Deadeye whom we don’t know too too much about, a Charr Berserker Scrapper (Basically an Engineer) who seems incredibly dopey from time to time and carries a giant, aura-ridden hammer (which he calls a Happer thanks to a typo his RPer made), a Human Berserker Guardian who claims to be a merchant, but is hiding a dark past, and my own character, an Asura (think incredibly short, technologically advanced goblins) Glass Cannon Mesmer (a type of Wizard who uses illusions) with a near-insatiable appetite due to a chronic illness. This trait comes into play during this story. Shortly before the encounter, the trait that signals a flare-up of my character’s illness activates, giving me a -1 debuff to all of her rolls that require modifiers.

DM: Roll for initiation. The two with the highest rolls will receive further instructions from me.

*everyone rolls*

Me: *rolls a 16*

Human Firebrand: *rolls a Nat 20*

Charr Berserker Scrapper: *rolls a 7*

Human Berserker Guardian: *rolls a 2*

Human Deadeye: *rolls a 15*

Charr Deadeye: *Rolls a 15*

DM: Alright, <Mesmer> and <Firebrand>, Roll for intimidation check. (Note: Intimidation uses your Harm stat in this system)

Firebrand: *Rolls a 3, adds 3 Harm modifier for a total of 6*

Me: *rolls a Nat 20, adds 4 Harm modifier and subtracts 1 illness-induced weakness (per trait) modifier for a total of 23*

Charr Berserker Scrapper (OOC): *proceeds to lose his shit, laughing his ass off* THE UNRIGGED INTIMIDATION 20!

Me (OOC): *chuckling like a maniac, as I had flavor text planned for this for a MONTH*

Human Berserker Guardian (OOC): wow

Me: *approaches the group, pauses to think about what smart-ass remark she’s going to say to begin, as she intends to intimidate through superior intellect. Proceeds to be interrupted by her stomach growling-MUCH louder than one would expect from a creature that’s about crotch-height on most full-grown adults!*

*entire group loses their shit OOCly*

Charr Berserker Scrapper: *chuckles loudly* <Mesmer>, WHAT THE HELL.

Human Berserker Guardian: *shocked and terrified by the noise* Oh….oh….oh my….

Charr Berserker Scrapper: *pats my character on the shoulder* That was Great. Pipsqueak.

Human Berserker Guardian: Yeah…yeah…yeah, <mesmer>, that was…cool.

Human Deadeye: *stands there dumbfounded* Ooooooookay……

Human Berserker Guardian: I should remember to feed you more, <Mesmer>!

DM: So her stomach just….roars like a T-Rex.

Me (OOC): YES! *still laughing like an idiot*

*The entire group loses their shit OOCly again*

DM: The bandits assume that they can just push <mesmer> over, but the sound coming from her startled the group to the point where they turned white in the face. Some of them, including their leader, proceeded to piss themselves.

Bandit leader: Er..you know what…we…we have to be some where. Excuse us. *Proceeds to flee, the rest of the bandits in tow*

Human Deadeye: Heh…well, that was a thing…Nice work, <Mesmer>!

Charr Deadeye: *while watching the Bandits run off* The hell happened? Those cubs just ran off.

Human Berserker Guardian: WOOOH! GOOD JOB <Mesmer>!

Me: *An odd mix of pride and embarrassment* What? That wasn’t me.

Human Deadeye: Ask <Mesmer>. She made them wet their pants.

Me: *Growing more and more embarassed, was unable to react properly to being called short by the Charr Berserker Scrapper, despite abhoring being called short due to unknown reasons* I told you I was testing out Scuffles… (Scuffles is a Golem she custom-built to help her get around more when her legs give out during an illness flare-up.)

One of the bandits: *from a distance away* Aw….they know that we’re scared!

Human Berserker Guardian: “Oh, really?” *smirks*

Human Deadeye: Welp…let’s get going then.

Charr Deadeye: So you’re saying our resident Asura made them run like chickens?

Human Deadeye: Yep.

Charr Deadeye: That’s pretty fuckin’ funny. Alright. On the road again.

Me: *sighs in relief when the praise/prying seemed to stop once everyone continued on.*

Charr Berserker Scrapper: So, <Mesmer>. Do you need some food?

Me: *Face completely red* Please.

Human Berserker Guardian: I was going to ask the same thing.

*The Charr Berserker Scrapper proceeds to give my character a piece of bread, which she hungrily devours. Sadly, it didn’t last long, as she passed out from hunger not a half hour later.*

[always-andromeda]

which dano do you think is most likely to dance in the rain with you ala drew barrymore? 🥰

Dancing in the Rain with Dano Characters | Dano!Characters x GN!Reader

Author’s Note | aHHHH THIS IDEA MAKES MY BRAIN LIGHT UP WITH JOY. I actually think a feeeeew characters would do this!! Also lowkey had to make this like a little bit of an actual post because that video of Drew Barrymore actually makes me wanna sob and I wanted to do this concept justice instead of just giving like a paragraph answer!! I love Drew with all of my heart. 🥹

Warnings | Literally nothing! General tooth rotting fluff that I hope hits the spot!!

✰ Calvin Weir-Fields ✰

Now we all know Calvin is a little persnickety. However, above all else, he’s a romantic. And what’s more romantic than dancing in the rain with a loved one? He finds comfort in these little moments with you. There's an immense intimacy and commitment that is communicated in the soft sound and the way you and him intertwine.

Calvin is definitely a slow dancer. Especially when there isn't any music to guide his rhythm. He just wants to hold you close to him, a hand on your hip and the other grasping one of your hands. He'll press a chaste kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his chest.

He gets way too cold though and is very eager to go back inside. He's shivering like a hairless cat and struggling to find something dry enough to clean the water off his glasses but he looks forward to changing into warm clothes and cuddling on the couch with you. It's the type of day he could try writing about over and over again but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to capture your contented smile and the way his heart seems to glow like a furnace as you huddle into his body, searching for his warmth to bring you back from the frigid cold.

✰ Hank ✰

Hank would almost be too embarrassed to dance with you. He's far too afraid of making a fool out of himself. His clothes will get wet and you'll see how lanky he really is. Not that he believed that you believed he was corded with layers of muscle in the first place, but he liked having the protection of a good baggy jacket.

But you pay no mind to his body. To the limbs he thinks are too long, too skinny, and too brittle boned or the way he seems to hunch over, already trying to minimize himself. For some reason, the way you look at him puts him at ease. Because when your eyes graze over his figure--collared shirt sticking to his torso and wet hair clinging to his forehead--your eyes are just as clouded as the stormy sky.

This is what being human is, he concludes. Having someone who looks at him for all of the awkwardness and anxiety he's encased in and can slowly peel away the layers. You slowly strip back those worries until his soul is bare and there's nothing left that he could possibly think to hide from you. Even if there was some residual ugliness buried inside him, he couldn't care less. You'd hold onto those parts too and you'd make him believe that he could be lovely.

✰ Pierre Bezukhov ✰

Pierre would drag you outside if you didn't get to him first. He despises the idea of staying locked inside, simply watching the rain roll down the windows of his manor. The soft pattering doesn't provide him too much comfort. Instead, it reminds of the suffocating silence and boredom that came with loneliness. The loneliness he suffered from before he found you. Now, he tries to find beauty in rainy days.

If he hears rain lightly falling as he wakes up in the morning, he'll rouse you from your own slumber and make you follow him out into the yard. Both still clad in bedclothes, they quickly become drenched in the downpour and cling to your figures as Pierre spins you around and laughs. To be able to live with you on such a beautiful earth is a privilege. How could he hold back those beautiful, joyous laughs as he experiences one of the most beautiful sights that life could offer him?

When you begin to shiver and he sees the outline of your body through your soaked nightgown, he'll simply wrap his robe around you to protect your modesty from the servants. You both pass them, giggling and holding onto each other's arms as you try not to slip on the marble floors. They sigh at your antics, knowing they'll have to mop up the water that trails the halls all the way back to yours and his bedroom.