Trey Clover - Cooks/eats around your taste & allergies
Once Trey figures out your preferences in food he'll tend to gravitate towards those and if you have any allergies he will find himself avoiding the food all together, even if he likes it. When it comes to the allergies if he eats the food he probably can't kiss you for quite a while which he finds such a shame so why not just eliminate the problem entirely? It's totally worth it if he can just kiss you.
Leona Kingscholar - Naps around your schedule
Leona values his sleep but he also knows you like to vent to him about your day. So everyday around the time you're going to get home he sets up a chess board and once you get home the two of you play a passive game where you spend most of your focus venting about any frustrations or any great parts of your day. If you're having a bad day he'll adjust your pieces when you don't realize it's your turn so you don't lose too badly when your day's already been shit. He won't let you win though, he has his limits
Vil Schoenheit - Lets You Sleep
Whenever you've had an exhausting day, Vil will take the time to tidy up the things you usually stay on top of. He'll do your skincare, put away your clothes, change you into your pajamas(if you're comfortable with that), tuck you in, maybe even brush your teeth(or perhaps I'm reaching). He just wants you to get your well deserved rest. He doesn't bring it up to you either, he just does it as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
✦suggestive! MDNI Ovulation hits hard so you target your poor boyfriend
✦You guys begged for a part two so HERE IT IS!!
Leona Kingscholar
You woke up the second the morning sun touched your skin.Your brain switched on instantly, and you knew.
Today you were not going to be a herbivore.
Today you were going to be pure carnivore.
Because you were craving meat. More specifically, the meat still sleeping lazily next to you in bed. Even more specifically…
his meat.
But of course you weren’t just going to jump him. You still had some dignity left. You were a lady… not for long but you would like to believe that.
Leona was sprawled on his stomach, face buried in the pillow, long brown hair messy across the sheets, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. Completely dead to the world.
You started slow.
Careful, loving kisses pressed into his hair. Soft ones along the nape of his neck. Then lower, trailing over the warm skin of his broad shoulders. You felt him shift under your mouth, a low, sleepy rumble vibrating in his chest as he slowly started to wake.
“…What’re you doing herbivore?” he mumbled, voice rough and deep with sleep.
You smiled against his skin. “Just appreciating you.”
You carefully crawled up and settled yourself right on top of his lower back, straddling him. Your hands began to work over the hard muscles of his shoulders and upper back, massaging slowly, firmly. Leona let out a quiet, contented groan and melted further into the mattress, tail giving a lazy flick. You leaned down, lips close to his ear, voice soft and almost innocent.“Maybe we could just… laze around today. I know you would enjoy that.”
Leona snorted into the pillow. “You’re working real hard for something that you can just simply ask, herbivore.”
You froze.
Then you sat up straight on his back, hands still resting on his shoulders. “…How do you know?”
Leona turned his head just enough to look at you over his shoulder. One eye cracked open, half lidded and far too knowing. A slow, lazy smirk tugged at his lips. “Besides the fact that you’re being really obvious?” He inhaled deeply through his nose, then let out a low, amused chuckle. “I have good noses. I can smell exactly why you’re all worked up.”
Your face burned.
You glared at him, crawled off his back, and smackedhis shoulder. “Then you should do your boyfriend job already!”
Leona rolled onto his back with a deep, satisfied laugh, already reaching for you. His hands settled on your waist and pulled you on him until you were straddling him properly this time. His eyes were fully open now, dark with interest and that signature lazy hunger. “Bossy this morning, huh?” he murmured, thumbs stroking slow circles on your hips. “Fine. Since you’re so desperate… I’ll take care of it.”
You just glared down at him “oh fuck you!”
He sat up just enough to press his mouth against your throat, voice low and rough against your skin. “I am about to, but don’t go complaining later when I keep you in this bed all day.”
You shivered. Yeah…Today you were definitely going to be a carnivore.
You deserve that meat
Idia Shroud
You were sprawled on Idia’s bed, staring at the ceiling, seriously considering shutting down the entire power of Ignihyde.
Your hormones had decided to declare war on your self control. Every nerve felt raw and restless. You were one bad decision away from beating the boy currently glued to his monitor, controller in hand, completely oblivious to the crisis happening behind him.
You had already tried the visual approach. His oversized hoodie a shorts that barely peeked out from under the hem. And those thigh highs with little cat paw pads on the soles. You looked like the softest, neediest kitty… and he still hadn’t looked up once!!!
Eventually you hit your limit.
You stood up, walked over, and leaned against the back of his gaming chair. Your hands slid onto his shoulders, thumbs brushing lightly along the side of his neck as you used the sweetest, softest voice you could manage. “Idiaaa… do you wanna come cuddle and watch something with me?” (You did not give a single fuck about cuddling right now, but he didn’t need to know that.)
Idia didn’t even turn his head. He just waved one hand dismissively, eyes locked on the screen. “Yeah, yeah, just give me five more minutes. I’m about to clear this boss.”
Five more minutes…
You felt your eye twitch.
The sweet act vanished. You gripped both armrests of his chair and spun it around hard. Idia let out a high pitched squeak as the world rotated and suddenly he was face to face with you. You leaned in, hands still planted on the armrests, effectively caging him in his seat. He stared up at you with wide, eyes, controller still clutched in his hands like a shield.
You looked down at him, voice low and deadly calm. “You have two choices right now.”
Idia hair flickered pink at the tips.
“One: you keep playing. But then I’m crawling into your lap and I’m going to wear you out so thoroughly you’ll be staring at the ceiling for weeks.”
His mouth opened. No sound came out.
“Or two: you get up, come to bed with me right now, and I’ll be gentle with you.”
Idia froze completely.
His face went from pale to bright red in under two seconds. His flaming hair shot upward in a chaotic embarrassed pink. You could practically see the internal system crash happening behind his eyes.Because let’s be honest…
Both options sounded extremely hot.
He made a tiny, strangled noise somewhere between a dying mouse and a dying man. “…T-that’s not a fair choice!” he finally managed, voice cracking. “That’s a trap. Both routes lead to the same bad ending for my HP…”
You raised an eyebrow and leaned in just a little closer. “Clock’s ticking, Idia...”
His eyes darted from your face, to the thigh highs, to the way his own hoodie looked on you… then back to your face. He swallowed hard. “…Bed…” he whispered, already dropping the controller like it burned him. “Bed. Gentle route. Please. I’m logging off. Right now. I swear!”
You smiled, sweet again, and stepped back just enough to let him stand. He nearly tripped over his own feet getting out of the chair.
Yeah.
Five more minutes had officially expired.
Floyd Leech
You really didn’t want to talk to him.
Like, really didn’t.
You two had gotten into another fight, the kind that left the air sharp and the silence even sharper. Floyd had that special talent for getting under your skin just for fun, and this time he’d pushed exactly the right buttons. The entire octavinelle already knew the routine. You’d ignore each other for a day or two, then somehow end up tangled together like nothing happened.
It was practically routine.
But this time your body decided to be a complete traitor. Ovulation hit you like a truck at the absolute worst moment. You were still furious with him. You knew that if you went to him now, you’d never hear the end of it. He’d give you that sharp, knowing grin and tease you until you wanted to either strangle him or sit on his face just to shut him up. The problem was…
you couldn’t decide which one you wanted more.
After pacing your room for twenty minutes, you finally gave up. You weren’t going to win this one. So you grabbed your phone and typed the most blunt, unromantic message possible.
“I don’t wanna talk to you but we can still fuck.”
The reply came almost immediately.“Say you are sorry and I will help you~”
That little shit.
You were mad and ovulating, and he was still playing games. Your fingers flew across the screen.
“I’m coming over. Still deciding whether to choke you or kiss you when I get there.”
Three dots appeared.
“Kinky.”
You stared at the message, eye twitching. “…I hate him…” you muttered under your breath, already grabbing a jacket. “I really hate him.”
When you arrived at his room, Floyd opened the door before you even finished knocking. He was leaning against the frame with that lazy, sharp toothed grin, mismatched eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “Look who finally crawled back,” he drawled. “Told ya you’d miss me.”
You shoved past him into the room. “Don’t start.”
He closed the door behind you with a soft click, already crowding into your space like a shark that smelled blood in the water. “You texted me, Shrimpy~” he said, voice low and delighted. “Said we could still fuck even though you’re mad. That’s basically an apology in my language.”
You glared up at him, heat already curling low in your stomach despite how badly you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. “I still haven’t decided if I’m going to choke you or kiss you.”
Floyd’s grin widened. He leaned down until his lips were almost brushing your ear. “Why not both?”
You hated how much that worked.
He laughed softly when he saw the conflict on your face, then hooked two fingers under your chin and tilted your head up. “Come on~ You’re all worked up and you came all the way here. Might as well let me take care of it.” His voice dropped even lower, playful and dangerous at the same time. “I’ll even let you choke me a little if it makes you feel better~”
You smacked his chest, but there was no real force behind it. “…I hate you.”
Floyd caught your wrist and pulled you closer until your bodies were flush. “Yeah…” he murmured, already smiling against your mouth “but you love me too.”
you’ve found yourself in a vexing predicament: riddle & floyd squabbling over you. riddle is doing his best to eradicate any traces of floyd from your everyday life while floyd, in his own words, ‘doesn’t really mind sharing with goldfishie ‘cos it’s so fun to see him all red and angry.’
you don’t really see the point of all this attention as the whole thing is just an additional layer of stress to your already stressful life. though all that free food you manage to sneak from heartslabyul tea parties and the mostro lounge while they’re duking it out is pretty rewarding ! grim’s gotten rather nifty at helping you out in this aspect but you suspect it’s for the benefit of his own stomach.
all faux doe eyes and innocence, you continue to play along. after all the interests of mages are constantly fluctuating (like hormones!) and why would they continue to be interested in someone magicless? you don’t really know what exactly they see in you that’s precious enough to want to keep around. you’re hardly anything like the girl who had the gall to stand up to the queen herself or the mermaid who willingly gave up her voice to see the human world…
this will all blow over in a week from now and then you can have some peace. a week passes. and then another. but somehow… it doesn’t? their infatuation amplifies? even riddle’s starting to behave unbecomingly and floyd was already bad enough on his own. oh dear, if they keep pulling on your poor arms like this then you’ll be ripped in two like rumplestiltskin and it will be all over for you immediately. no more free anything, then !
(at least, you hope they will be happy with the respective halves of you they end up with. perhaps they will learn to cherish whatever’s left of you and your otherworldliness…)
Love your content also here’s an ask for the modern au! OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT reader realize’s fan service ain’t working out.
until she checks the comments and see’s “I wish he’d do that to me 🤤” with a time stamp set to Leona grabbing her waste so now, SHE TRYING HER HARDEST TO FANSERVICE THE MONSTER BOYS.
AZULS DIALOGUE IS CHANGED TO CONSTANTLY MENTION HOW WET HE IS.
LEONAS BANDAGES KEEP GETTING SLIGHTLY UNRAVELED IN THE CROTCH AREA
VILS… well reader doesn’t have to do much to make Vil sexy.
Cw: Very Suggestive, hoppin dih time... (Implied), very touchy, Influencer!Reader breaks character for a moment and gets freaky. Use of slut, but not to reader, to character
Victims: Leona, Vil, Azul
Now this is MY type of ask guys ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
I imagine reader unintentionally just has some underlying tension with all their "roommates" that simple everyday exchanges are seen as flirting to the audience (because they are). Imagine being so media-obsessed that you don't realize that everyone lowkey thinks you're "sleeping" with your "crew". When in reality, you're just trying to stop them from eating the neighbor who's been flirting with you.
"Leona, you need to stop pulling me closer when we sleep. You know how hot it gets without AC?"
"Azul, no, I can't get in the bath with you right now. I'm recording. What? Don't forget your tentacles have a mind of their own, you freak..."
"You bought me... is that...? Yeah, it's pretty Vil, but I'm not putting that on right—Do I really...? Fine."
One day, when one of the monsters is just hanging off of you, while you scroll through your recent comments and come across it.
"[Name], why are you pushing him off 😔. Bro, I'd give up my soul for my own monster x human story."
... Huh.
IMAGINE THE SET UP OF GETTING THEM TO DO THIS TOO OMG.
One day you're complaining about how much space they take up, and now you're...
"What are you doing?" Leona scrunches at the way you crawled onto his lap, your eyes slowly trailing down the plethora of bandages around his body. He doesn't seem too annoyed... If anything, he looks annoyed that no one's around to see it (You somehow sent them away just for this moment...) Your hands find their way onto his chest, trailing down and feeling the tone of his muscles despite being hundreds of years old.
"Can I... do something?" Your hand pauses there, waiting for his answer.
"Like what?" He hides it, but he seems a little excited about the answer. His wrapped hands find yours, the other finding your lower back before gliding lower. A part of you wants to tell him no touching, but... maybe your idea will get through better if you let this mummy touch you however he likes. Your chest presses against his as your finger trails down.
He watches as your hand pulls the bandages from his pelvis, not fully loosening it, but just enough for it to be visibly disheveled. You look up when you see a peek of something very intimate.
"T-this..." He laughs when he watches the way you immediately look away. He lets go of your wrist, his hand taking the back of you head ot face him.
"You ask me to show off on camera, but now you're gettin nervous about it?
"I'm not getting nervous...! This is just really—" You pull away your hand, the bandages falling even more. He catches your arm.
"How badly do you want those views?" His fingers play with the hem of your pants.
...
"Yo, why's his dick almost out? Is this the right channel? 😭"
"Holy shit can you share him pls"
"They definitely did it."
"Didn't even try to hide it, bro 💀"
Leona hugs your side as you celebrate quietly.
You stare at Vil with your arms crossed, head tilted. This man is in regal, sexy wear that leaves some to the imagination but is also so skin-tight it also doesn't... How is that possible?
"What are you doing, human?" Vil finally looks at you from where he stands in the kitchen, his body leaning on the counter. The incubus, dressed in see-through royal purple silk, already stands out in your kitchen. How on earth do you make him even more appealing?
"Trying to make you look sluttier for the camera." He furrows his brows. In any other situation, a person would be offended. But Vil... it's sort of expected.
"I am already seductive enough as is, without being" he pauses, scowling at the notion, "slutty." One of his twin tails grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, and a knife with the other. "I could be adorning puffy winter gear and still have people asking me to feed off of them." You don't doubt it. A moment passes, and you're still thinking. With a sigh, he leaves the counter, his tail putting down the knife, and instead grabbing you. He pulls you in by the waist, both of you in your dingy kitchen as his face leans in.
"There's, you know... always more that could be done." His nose nudges your cheek as his hand finds your waist.
"Mm, yes, there is." You can feel him breathe you in, his hand finding the bottom of your shirt and slightly pulling it up. Only slightly. His nails trace patterns on your midriff. "But, in this case, I think more for your audience... is an idea."
"What does that mean...?"
"They don't have to know anything." Suddenly you're on your counter. The same one you prepare food on... "They'll just know."
...
You look perfect. Vil looks even more perfect than usual, even with you sitting on his lap. And the comments absolutely know it too.
"STOP GATEKEEPING VIL!!! WHATS THE INCUBUSES SOCIALLLSSS"
"How is this guy always perfect what is going on?"
"I want him 😔"
"... Does anyone else see what's happening down there or is it just me?"
Even this is too much for you... Vil beams with pride as the first monster who managed to embarrass you enough to stop a stream.
"Azul, I need you to just," you flail your arms around, Azul quirking his eyebrow at you from one of the three kid pools you have in your place. "Just absolutely touch me with your tentacles."
"... Excuse me?" His face says what, but his tentacles move in a way that says 'yes, please'.
"It's business, you know? Just trying to get profits up..." You sit down at the edge. Looking at where he sits. He's still giant. No idea why you thought a kid's pool would change that. "... Can you blame me for wanting to be renowned?"
"It is not that. That's quite admirable from you, actually." What does that mean... "However, you're a human. You must know how transactions work, yes?" He leans over the edge, rectangular pupils staring at you from the side, as two tentacles find your waist, and a third holds your hand. "What do I get for fan-servicing the audience?"
"Uhm... Fame—" You scream when you're suddenly tugged up, cold water splashing you. "Augh...! Azul...!" You wipe your face of the water. Your clothes are absolutely drenched, and he doesn't seem to mind at all...! He does realize he's not crammed with the twins because of you, right...!?
"That's much too mundane." He's right in front of you, his tentacles caging you in the pool with him. It's like a makeshift hug... With a slime. Literally. "Besides, you must know I can't get too famous. What if fishermen want to see if I'm the real deal?"
"So then what do you want?" You attempt to squeeze the water out of your clothes, but his more human hands stop you.
"Tell me, what does every single monster in your home want?"
"Take over human civilization and eat as many humans as possible," you deadpan. He presses his lip in a thin line. You're not wrong.
"Yes, but there's something else." He smiles when he watches your face shift. "Yes, yes..." He leans in. "I want you too."
...
"ARE THOSE TENTACLE SUCKER MARKS, BRUH??? YOU KINKY ASHHH"
"No way [Name] just asked him why he's always wet. We know you oil him up before every recording 😭✌️"
"On a serious note, how do those tentacles look so real?"
do it while the ground falls out from under you; do it while everything you loved goes up in smoke; do it while the dream of your future is still burning embers around you; build anew on the hot ashes of everything you worked for; keep going, keep loving, keep living, even as all you want is to turn back (there is no turning back; it is gone already); do it through grief, which feels like fear in the body
The tag I have seen most often on this post is "I needed to hear this," and I am so, so grateful to have said something that was needed. These words came out of the depths of my own grief, and I am so grateful to have made this small connection with others in the midst of it. Grief is isolating and indescribable, but none of us are alone.
That said, these tags were what I needed to hear:
we're all gonna make it
it's okay if you can't see how yet. you don't have to believe in better. for now it is enough to just keep going, and eventually the path will emerge. you are not alone. you are not lost in the woods forever. keep going. I love you.
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.
Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (The last one)
Sebek⚡
Silver ⚔
Lilia 🦇
Malleus 🐲
Thanks for following the second series with such fever– like damn. I'll be back for more in... who knows really, please don't expect much! Rosie is just one person :3
What happens to this empty place, waiting for my arrival...
Rook in my heart. You can read the monster list here @lustlovehart
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This is the original version but God, I don’t see anything else and I didn’t want others to get hurt watching
Now here I put my thoughts as I drew him:
I think our beautiful creature doesn't really have a human anatomy, his limbs are long and with very little muscle covering. Their bones could click together if it fully manifested. Claws replacing part of the bony fingers and nails. You could feel the long ribs behind that thick sack
He doesn’t need beyond his big and cool gothic sack to cover his abnormal appearance, after all the is no more shadows and fog for everyone’s eyes
The darkness consumes you from the pores, in each puff of lungs, you could become one with him and he would be delighted
I feel that it is detached from all worldly, but I would keep a thing or two of those who most appreciate... like the feathers of Neige or a brooch of Vil
His SMILE???? AHHHHH. If he was the monster under my bed, i’d fall off my mattress immediately and let him take me to the shadows (This is coming from a certified Rook Hunt neutral, so yknow this is amazing) I love your take on himm!!! It’s different from what I thought, which is why it’s so amazing!!! I never even thought about his clothing being mystified shadows (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
I already said it but, that smile THAT SMIRK AUGHHH. I might shift from neutral to maybe possibly slightly in love with the freak. And the details you added OTL. “You could become one with him and he would be delighted” HE SO WOULDDDD. He hates the thought of tarnishing your beauty, but at the same time, the selfish monstrous desires he has in him makes him feel like being one with you is the only real way to have any sense of intimacy with you. He’s heard of human love, seen it numerous times to as he lurks in the shadows. It’s truly a beautiful thing! It just… unfortunate that beasts like him and Vil will never be able to experience such a joy…
Then he remembers you exist! You who has broken such a law multiple times!! So, what better way is there to show his infatuation other than letting you see the true him :)?
For the last part, I love the idea!! Whether it be Rook collecting trinkets from the outside world in bringing it into his realm of shadows, or you being trapped in his domain instead and keeping memoirs from everyone else, both thoughts are so fun to think about!!!
For the first one, whenever Rook retreats into that realm, I like to imagine he sits down and just admires his collection. He has separate sections for different things. There's a section for Monster items (Most of these pertain to Neige and Vil, stuff like flowers and jewelry they both left behind. Sometimes, he even puts clients of theirs in the section, Locks of hairs and clothing items from people Neige protected and Vil has fed off.) Sometimes, you wonder how he gets things like Leonas wraps or broken stone from Malleus…
With the latter, there’s angst to be found in there!!! Being alone in pure darkness, silence being the only sound you hear. Imagine using Neiges feather as a comfort, reminding yourself of the Angel that helped you avoid situations like these. It’s unfortunate he couldn’t come in soon enough this time. OR OR a broach from Vil, and you’re left looking at its intricate details being reminded of the beautiful incubus who would just let you lay in his bed.
And the tag about Rook making colors for Reader?! Ooooohhhhh that’s so yummy!! (≧o≦) ♡. The idea is so sweet, seeing Rook who you only ever see with dull colors becoming bright, vibrant, and blonde, all for you!! The thoughts definitely cute, and you appreciate it!! And then you remember how scary he is, and suddenly the appreciation looses it’s motive. (He made an off handed comment about how much more obvious he would be to the humans he feeds off… and how it would be much more entertaining for them to spot him first… he likes the game of “tag”. You lock your closet and stuff pillows under your bed to make sure he doesn't break in. He does. He’s right next to you, in the bed.)
But anywayyss,, I RAMBLED TOO MUCHH >o<’’
Overall, once again i’m so amazed with your work!!! Whenever I get tags from you it’s always a nice surprise!! Brightens my day to know someone enjoys the monster Au so much they make fanart for it!! Thank you for the beautiful work (¯ ³¯)♡
Cw: Obsession, Reader eats an arm in Minhaj's part, a bit of blood, Arranged marriages, implied eating people
Rielle Corallia is NRF's regal Harvester. He technically counts as a Hunter, as he has all his own weaponry to do so, but he seems very insistent on seeing the wonders of monsters. He and Skully get along so well because of it, weirdly enough. Everyone thinks, in some weird, messed-up reality, that if he were a monster instead... he would be obsessed with collecting human trinkets.
Everyone is a bit disturbed by how someone so bubbly and happy all the time is the Foundation's harvester... How can he smile almost every moment (save for the times he pouts instead) of every day, and pluck out fangs, claws, wings, and more without even a bit of grimace? Is there... something different about him?
Little do they know, there is. And what is it?
You, of course!
The most feared monster, who almost everyone wants dead because you kill, ravage, and devour and human you see... Saved him.
He remembers it clearly. Water in his lungs as his body quickly rushed downstream... When he wakes, it's not for long, but he can see your face and recognizes you. You're... the monster of all time, and... your hand is on his chest bring him back to life.
No one knows he's here just to see you again. It's the reason he doesn't hunt, but rather waits... and hopes all his collections can woo you over.
... Even if it means getting a bit of human pieces for you too. No one knows that, though...! After all, no one wants to touch Rielle's personal harvests, for fear of upsetting the foundation's golden boy. So... they won't ever find some... not very monster collections.
Minhaj Al Rajah, who's the Surveyor for the foundation. One of the few workers that no one thinks is a weirdo or extremely terrifying. To add on to his perfection, his maps and locations are perfect...! Just like Rielle, he also counts as a hunter. He actually even goes out to the field occasionally with other factions to better his maps. He's always diligently marking where a beast's lair, nest, hibernation spot, and so on, with markers. Each color represents something. He tells people what some of them mean, and others remain a mystery.
That's just because he's smart, though. Some of the colors he keeps "secret" don't have a reason to be at all. He just does it, so he doesn't have to tell anyone what the gold markers mean. There's so few...
Because they're placed where he has no doubt that he saw you. You agreed to help him... and you did... So... he wants to repay the favor.
...
"Help me escape." You perk up from the arm you're eating, tilting your head. In the blink of an eye, you're an inch away from him. He jumps back at the sudden proximity, but closes back in when you don't do anything.
It's really... all or nothing.
"You... pretty boy... who work for killers... who kill me..." he watches you circle him, your claw on his skin as you walk around him.
"I do. But I'm not trying to kill you." You quirk a brow, obviously suspicious of his statement.
"What... Then...?" You smile, suddenly stopping. "Give soul?"
"... Maybe." You frown. "But I have a better return." You wait for the supposed 'better'."I'm meant to get married soon." You frown. This concerns you... how? "I want you to pretend we're desperately in love. That I would give up everything for you. As if we're already married." ... huh. "And eat all the government officials." A moment pauses... And he freezes when you jump on him, hugging him as if this is some awesome birthday present.
... and here he is.
Trying to find his pretend spouse who ate every snobby government official in his home.
I miss writing for Octotrio sm </3 Here are stupid things Octavinelle does when they're in love.
Azul Ashengrotto
He immediately offers up a trade when you complain about literally anything. He doesn't do it intentionally to get something back from you. He's just stuck like that... It leads to you thinking he just needs you to sell your firstborn or something. He's not. It's just instinct :(
He inked you once, and he's never recovered since. Little does he know that's one of the few things he's done that you actually thought was cute...
Sometimes he looks at official school photos just to look at you. He looks at your own accounts too... but he just needs more. (It's really pathetic). He posted a picture the school had taken of the two of you on Mostro Lounge's official Magicam page once. He deleted it immediately, but his hands were sweaty the entire time... hopefully... no one saw. (You saw it btw)
Practices flirting/asking you out in the mirror. Like, seriously. Has every possible reply planned in his head too. Imagine finger guns but even more embarrassing somehow.
Also practices the way he wants to slow dance with you, too. Pretends you're there and everything. You caught him once when you came to Mostro Lounge late at night to ask him something. He gave you the key in hopes you'd trust him... turns out that exact action has led to the downfall of his romantic pursuit.
Buys new clothes he thinks could match your aesthetic in case one day you ever want to match with your... heh... boyfriend. You then confessed a month later that none of your current clothes match your style from home because you're a broke college student who can't afford new clothes. It's okay... He'll just buy them for you :). And you immediately reject him because you're not gonna go into fish debt just for clothes. He cries in his room.
Jade Leech
Came close to licking you one time, but successfully restrained himself... Only because you glared at him and called him a weirdo. He smiled when you did. You really are the only one for him, aren't you? (It won't be the only time btw)
You somehow break his perfect gentlemanly poise, and he trips in front of you often. Sometimes, even right into you. It's because he's looking at you the entire time he walks.
Sometimes mutters insults you've thrown away under his breath when he wants to think of you. Which is often. So, most times, if people stand close enough when he's busy, they just hear, "... Your face is shaped like a mushroom from how often you think about them..." and go ???.
When he's out on a nature hike, he imagines you're right next to him and talks like he's talking to you. He also spins like a princess as he converses with you in his head. And somehow... he gets the conversations spot on. Isn't even shocked when you finally accept an invite, and it goes exactly the way he thought.
Is actually 3x as bad when it comes to jealousy compared to Floyd. He's just way better at masking it before it gets really bad. He takes his feelings out by taking care of his terrariums. He's named a couple after you, actually... [Name] 1, [Name] 2, Prettiest person ever, Funniest person ever, Most entertaining ever. Really stupid names... but they're automatically pretty because they're you, he guesses. At least he's aware.
Imagines you giving him good morning kisses when he wakes up. Kinda backfires, though, because you're... you know... not giving him good morning kisses. Puts him in a bit of a sour mood, to be honest...
Floyd Leech
He stares at you with his mouth open like he's ogling you. It's 50/50. He kind of is, but he also just likes looking at you when he's bored, even when you're not there to be looked at. (Since eels have bad eyes, he's also probably squinting the whole time, so it just looks like he's glaring at you)
Sometimes, depending on how he thinks of you during the day, he makes food he thinks would taste like you (If you were food). If you got mad at him, you're spicy. If you did something he thought was kind of adorable, sweet. If you were entertaining, savory. If you were upset at him, shiitake mushrooms, to punish himself... (He eats one and gets rid of it though cuz, gross)
Gets jealous over anyone who talks to you while also forgetting who they are in the moment somehow. Asked you, "Who's that?" one time, and you had to deadpan "... Sam." He did it again and, "... Floyd. That's the barista of the cafe we've been going to for a month now."
Actually licks you. He's into the way you don't care. (You do care, but reacting will give Floyd a reason to come back and bother you more.) (It's a trick. Either reaction makes him wanna come back to you.)
Has the exact opposite of Jade's tripping problem. The moment you're in his vicinity, his back straightens out, and even he doesn't know why. It kinda pisses him off cuz everyone else notices and thinks he's getting nervous. Okay, like, yeah, he kinda is cuz he's 100% in love with you, but bro, he's not trying too...! It leads to him walking properly in the halls and having people talk. The only way it gets fixed is if you pull him back down for him.
Actually gets really embarrassed if you just straight-up compliment him. No build-up, no joking, just straight admiration. "Hey Shrimpy—" "You look good today, Floyd." and you're gone. "...W-Wha?" and it's always in public. You're really ruining his rep here...!
All of them
They smell you. Like, a lot. And you notice it too. Floyd and Jade are shameless. But Azul will immediately want to curl into a ball and die.
Somehow, someway, poised men like Jade and Azul, and someone who talks so easily like Floyd, have stuttered when talking to you. The moment they notice it, they're leaving. It's so embarrassing...
Everyone has caught them staring at a picture of you for an unreasonable amount of time.
It's hard to come up with embarrassing scenarios for the tweels cuz they have no shame... Azul, on the other hand... He's so pathetic it's perfect <3
HANDS TO HOLD/TEETH TO BITE WITH — Their favourite parts of you!! (Different from wyi. Prommy)
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Sweet Jack can recognize it is wrong to want someone for their body, but he also has the ambition to siphon every nugget of knowledge from you as possible; this results in the loveliest accident, being so that Jack can't seem to grow his legs quite like yours <\3.. Their shape and size, the way they quiver and relax in his hold—even if they aren't particularly muscular, he doesn't think badly of himself to idealize them. Conversely, he thinks of them almost as much he does you, carrying the rest of your body into his arms after a long day. Thank you for your service, now let him relax you with force and scented oils!!
An unlikely contender for strange hangups on the principal that he has a life and bigger fish to fry, Vil finds himself dreaming and fanning himself at the thought of your lips. Perfect canvases, and so well behaved under his attention. They may pout and press together under stress, but it only makes them cuter, knowing it'll be him to smooth them out with his thumb and a kiss!!. Will complain that yelling at him with them pursed in such a manner constitutes near vandalism of valuable treasures; wouldn't you rather chew him up to be rid of your anger? He's picked a spot and everything :((
Hey. If people aren't aware, Microsoft admitted they know who you and where you are at all times and will give your info to the police.
They have a Global Device Identifier (GDID) Tracker that functions as a fingerprint for your PC that can surpass VPNs, proxy servers and countries. Although it can't survive a clean reinstall of Windows (it can survive updates), because Microsoft forces you to go to the internet and log in into a Microsoft account, they will be able to get to you.
Microsoft kept it secret and it was only found out when the FBI tracked a hacker thanks to the information Microsoft gave them.
You should be paying attention to this, and possibly consider moving away from Windows. If a government, especially the US government, doesn't like you for some reason, this could be seriously concerning.
This article specifically notes:
For journalism, activism, or domestic abuse situations, skip Windows and use Linux routed through Tor instead of a commercial VPN. A GDID doesn’t care which VPN you use, only that it’s still the same Windows installation.
GDID is the persistent Windows ID that helped FBI trace a Scattered Spider hacker despite VPNs. Here's how it works and how to limit it.
Other important quotes:
What has researchers uneasy is everything else the case reveals. Costin Raiu, a well-known malware researcher, asked on the Three Buddy Problem podcast how much of this exists on other platforms, and whether it is linked more permanently to hardware. Matthew Hickey, another security researcher, called Windows “surveillance software”.
Two things back that up:
There’s no consent screen. A GDID gets assigned when you sign into a Microsoft Account. Apple’s advertising identifier needs an App Tracking Transparency prompt and a visible reset; Android’s works the same way. GDID has neither, and a Windows reinstall only gets you a new number Microsoft can still get back to the same account.
Then there’s activation. Massgrave, the group behind Microsoft Activation Scripts, notes that Windows setup sends hardware info to Microsoft and gets identifiers back, the same tokens later used for Store access and licensing: “It’s impossible to prevent Windows from getting a GDID without breaking activation and UWP app[s].” Anyone who lost a license after swapping a motherboard has already met a smaller version of this.
Here's the complaint filed to the court, the primary source for the case mentioned in the article. You can find mentions of GDID on page 30 of the document or 34 of the PDF.
You can get and use windows 11 without logging in with a microsoft account, as of five days ago. I am a local user on my computer. Don't ask me how to do it, because my computer repair guy did it when he reinstalled windows, but there are tutorials out there. Refuse to connect to internet until you're set up and can use the computer freely.
i (type 1 diabetic) was explaining autoimmune diseases to someone and she was like ohh right so yours is the good kind of diabetes where you didn't do it to yourself. to which i objected that's not how type 2 works either. and she said well that's the fat old people disease. and i was like you can't say that, a) not how it works and b) extremely rude. and her defense was her grandparents have type 2 and "did it to themselves" and since they're fat old people she reserves the right to hate on them. i understand hating shitty grandparents but YOU are the shitty one here to hate on them for their medical conditions and weight rather than literally anything else. hello?!
anyway type 2 diabetics i'm sorry about the world. everyone* be kind to type 2s or else
*note to type 1 diabetics especially we need to be better at solidarity and not cling to being the "good ones" at type 2s' expense. what the fuck is a good kind of diabetes anyway
also worth saying diabetes is a complex reaction to a not-yet-fully-understood set of factors and environmental pressures and genetics and it's reductive and fatphobic to say fat=diabetes BUT EVEN SO no matter if someone did incontrovertibly "give themself diabetes" that's not a free pass for dehumanization. shut upppp
A/N: Hello Weather. How honest and bold of you to make such a request! I thought it over... And it made me laugh. So, I will do my best to honor it. Please enjoy.
tags: Idia Shroud x nekomimi!gn!reader, petplay, fuwa fuwa nekomimi belly, anal because gn!reader
wc: 1.5k+
notifs: @agaygothicsunfish + feel free to fill out my tag list for future works!
You clenched your jaw tight as you sat on your knees. Your eyes lowered to the floor as you tried to hide your grimace. When you agreed to bet on a game of Old Maid, you expected to win. Idia’s forte was dungeon crawling and board games. But when you found yourself left with the old woman printed on the thin stock paper, your heart into your stomach.
“Uwaahhh, you’re such a cute kitty... Can I pet you? Ah, of course I can... I’m your boyfriend.” Idia snickered from his seat on the bed as your fingers curled into fists at your sides. Your bare skin prickled as he reached out to pet your head. His fingers brushed over the headband that matched your hair as he started to moan and giggle in excitement. “You put the tail in too... It’s so cute...” Idia cooed sweetly as your face went hot.
With every wiggle of your hips, you could feel the soft silicone covered in nubs and ribs massaging the inner walls of your ass. It took some time for you to ease it inside. Your ass would twitch and clench each time you tried to ease it in. It took so much lube your inner thighs were still wet and oily.
“Can you purr?” Idia asked as he picked up a cat toy. A small fabric mouse on a string that swayed before your eyes. “Idia-” You paused as your eyes met. You saw the flush in his face, and you noticed how hard he was already in his navy blue sweatpants. You exhaled the complaint and started to trill. Your hand awkwardly swatted at the mouse as Idia beamed with delight.
It was nice to see him so happy and energetic. But this was pretty humiliating. “Alright... Is this the part where I suck you off?” You asked with a frown. Idia’s hair flickered with a bright pink color, and he blinked in shock. “Huh? I mean... If you want, but... That’s not what I had in mind...” He admitted quietly. You watched him squirm as he continued to jerk the mouse in front of you, enticing you to continue playing for his entertainment.
He shifted on the bed again. “You... I kinda just wanted to touch you... In hentai, those lame ass MC’s say corny lines like ‘drink my milk’ and shit like that.” Idia laughed as a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I think it’s too predictable. At least for me! And it’s recycled material. I just... Wanted to touch you or... Whatever...” He murmured as you caught the mouse in your hands and looked up at him. His face was flushed as he looked away. His wrist had gone limp as the string lost its tension. “Touch me? What like... Petting?” You weren’t sure what ‘touching’ entailed, but you weren’t against it.
You watched your boyfriend brighten up with a smile. “Yeah! Cats are independent and lay down the law for us humans... So... I kinda wanted to... Do that stuff... To you...” He trailed off awkwardly again as you released the mouse. It was cute seeing him get nervous. He spoke of ‘stuff’ and ‘that’ and it was so vague you couldn’t help but to be curious. With the fabric mouse freed; you slowly moved to stand.
The tail was rubbing against your walls with every movement. You looked down at Idia now. Your face was hot as you stood nude before him. Your lips turned up in a pout as your arms went to hide your most delicate place. “Well, you got me undressed and wearing cat ears and a tail. At least make a move on me.” You didn’t want to take initiative. It was degrading enough to be naked with just a headband and butt plug. “Sorry... I was saving the image of you in my memory bank.” Idia smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.
His cheek rubbed against your stomach as you yelped. “Kitty belly~” He groaned as you squirmed in his arms. One of his hands snuck down to the tail and he began to gingerly pull on it. “Ah-” You let out a choked sound as he pushed and pulled. Working the silicone in and out of your ass as your knees began to lock. “I-Idia?!” You whimpered as he kissed along your stomach.
The gentle massaging against your inner walls made you rock your hips. Wiggling and seeking more than short, shallow thrusts. You needed something deeper. “You have to meow since cats can’t talk.” He snickered as you rested your hands on his shoulders. Your fingers curled around his dark t-shirt, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “M... Meow... M-Meow- Meow!” Idia’s sharp teeth nipped at the soft skin on your stomach just as one of his hands pinched your ass.
You continued to meow and mewl as he worked the tail in and out. “Do you want more?” He asked as he licked your skin. You nodded quickly with a weak whine. Your knees were starting to give out and all your body would allow was your hips tilting your ass in the air. As if you were attempting to present your hole to an invisible force behind you.
Idia pulled his face away, pushing the tail as deep as he could before loosening his grip. “Here kitty,” He pat the space on the bed beside him as his smile widened. His sharp teeth on display as you shakily crawled onto the bed. The frame creaked as the mattress greeted your additional weight. Sinking underneath your hands and knees as Idia moaned. “Good kitty.” He murmured as his hands returned to your sensitive skin.
You laid on your stomach. Your head turned so you could breathe as Idia settled behind you. His hands massaged your ass. Teasing and kneading the soft flesh as he gripped it in his palms. “Ahh it’s so soft...” His fingers gripped the tail and your hips lifted against your will. You sought refuge in one of his pillows. The sweet scent of his body wash was almost hypnotizing. You only returned to reality when the toy slipped out of you with a lewd wet sound.
You could feel Idia’s cock nudging against one of your cheeks. The cotton of his sweatpants had a small damp patch. You grumbled under your breath, too bashful to look back at him. “What happened to ‘petting’ and ‘touching’?” You whimpered as the shuffle of clothes made your muscles clench. “Can I put it in..? Please?” Idia asked with an unusual softness. You went quiet before knitting your brows together with a frown. “Do I have to meow again?” The tone in your voice was filled with resistance that quickly melted into a drawn out moan. “It’s part of our bet. You lost remember?” Your toes curled as he slid the length of his cock between the plush flesh of your ass.
You moaned again as the tip pressed against your hole. The soft rim was already stretched and wet, and the slow push and retreat made your hips jerk. You wanted to say something witty. You wanted to tell Idia how you were already planning payback, and he should start counting his days. But with his slender hands holding your hips and the slow ease of his cock deep inside of you pushed all of that aside. “Y... You have to meow... Meow or I’ll stop.” Idia groaned as you bit back your shame. “M... Meowww...” You felt humiliated as he bottomed out deep inside of you.
The soft ‘pat’ of his balls resting against your ass left you panting. Each drag and thrust pushed a soft and bashful ‘mew’ out of you. Tears of embarrassment welled up in your eyes, but you didn’t hate it. You didn’t want to stop. You planned to complain about your pride later when you got in the shower. “Good kitty... My good, cute, kitty!” Idia growled as his hips picked up speed. His hips collided with your ass as you pressed your face into his pillow. His hands left your hips to rest on either side of you. One of his palms was flush against the mattress as the other went to grab the back of your neck.
Idia was holding you down as the wet slaps grew louder along your meows. Each thrust left you drooling. Your toes curled tight, and your walls hugged and gripped his shaft. Your headband was coming off with each thrust, but neither of you seemed to care. “I-I’m cumming- Fuck I’m gonna cum-” Idia stammered as you nodded against the pillow. You were going to cum too.
It was sudden and powerful. Your walls clamped down on Idia as a squeaky, high pitched sound left your lips. You nearly screamed into the pillow as your orgasm washed over you. The rut of his hips grew erratic before he suddenly pulled out. You gasped at the loss as his cock throbbed against your ass. His bright blue tip shot thin ropes of sperm along your lower back as the two of you fought to catch your breath. You wanted Idia to finish inside of you.
But the idea of ‘giving kitty milk’ was too embarrassing to bring up.
-> Housewardens x Reader
-> Riddle (852), Leona (887), Azul (1049), Kalim (646), Vil (1014), Idia (1050), Malleus (662)
-> 3rd person; they/them, reader is referred to as the prefect, reader is described as wearing makeup in Vil's part
-> SFW
-> a/n I tried to challenge myself by writing all the housewardens. I'm honestly not too confident with some of the parts but i shall release them into the world anyway !
A confession, a kiss.
Riddle ・・・・・・・・・・・・
With structure.
When Riddle first realized his feelings, he was a mess. For a while, he could not interact with the prefect in a normal way. He would either come off as too harsh, or cut the conversation unnaturally short.
When he finally confessed, it sounded a bit like a legal statement. When they reciprocated, he almost crumbled from the relief.
He was honestly a bit shocked that the prefect felt the same way, but steeled himself to his newfound role and its challenges nonetheless.
At first, he wasn’t sure how to approach the relationship. It certainly wasn't something he had experience with.
After a sleepless night thinking it over, he defaulted to what he knew best: rules.
He drafted up a set of rules he would try to follow, drawing from his own knowledge of politeness and gentility. Things such as trying to escort the prefect to their next class whenever he could, offering them his hand, and giving them a polite kiss on the cheek when they left Heartslabyul. Dating Riddle also entitled the prefect to weekly tutoring and homework/studying sessions (of course less stricter than usual).
Despite his attempts, following his rules never really led to the desired effect. The prefect seemed to take it with the same casualness one may expect with a close friend. It irked him to no end that he was the only one blushing.
He needed to revise his strategy, though he wasn’t exactly sure how. He decided to go back to basics and try his luck with studying romance novels.
–One weekend, Riddle invites the prefect to Heartsabyul for a picnic. He takes them to a secluded part of the rose garden, all of the roses painted a beautiful shade of red just for them. He had already set up the area, so now all it was missing was the prefect’s presence.
He checks the time. They should be arriving soon. Checking the scene one last time, he smiles proudly at his work before going to meet and escort the prefect.
The walk is slow and sufficiently romantic (so he hopes) as he leads them through the roses hand in warm hand.
(Looking back, he was definitely walking a bit in front of the prefect, rather than in step with them. He couldn't decide if it was nervousness or anticipation, or a mix of both that caused that.)
They settled down, and he began serving a strawberry tart he had baked earlier. It wasn't as beautiful as Trey's, but he'd spent a lot of time trying to get it as best as possible.
“Thank you for the picnic. It’s really wonderful,” the prefect says before taking a bite from their slice of the tart.
“No need for thanks. It’s only natural that you get a reward for your studying. A 92 on that test is no easy feat, especially for someone without magic. It easily puts your rank towards the top of your class.” As he spoke, he took a napkin and wiped some crumbs from the prefect's face, earning a quiet thanks from them.
“But that’s all thanks to you helping me study. I’m still really impressed that you remember material from a class you already took. You’re so diligent. And you’re sweet too, making this tart by yourself just for me. It’s really tasty.” They smiled.
Riddle sighed in a way that almost seemed annoyed, as if to divert the attention from how hot his face was getting. This only seemed to egg the prefect on.
“You’re really cute, Riddle.” The prefect said teasingly, though with the same sincerity as their previous praises.
He stayed silent for a moment, debating how to respond when his eyes fell to their lips.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
The prefect obliged. “Oh, is it another surprise?” they ask, their tone still slightly teasing.
Really, he just didn’t want them to see how flushed he was from their praises, but he had gotten a better idea to go along with that.
He recalled a scene in a novel he read, where one character says some cheesy line about rewarding the other character with a kiss, which he would have registered as cheesy had he not been so invested in imagining the characters as him and the prefect.
“Maybe,” he simply said, trying to even out his breath as he leaned towards the prefect. His lips met theirs for a short second, before he quickly pulled away. For the split second he kissed them, he could vaguely taste the sweetness of the tart on their lips and sense their scent among the rose-perfumed garden. It was dizzying in a way that only left him more flustered. He didn’t dare meet their eyes for a moment after, choosing to instead look away into the hedges.
Yet when he looked back at them, their face seemed lit up with joy.
Most importantly, however, was the rose tinted blush that colored their cheeks. He savored the color and the pride that he had painted it. Maybe he was doing something right.
This could work, he thought with a smug smile.
Leona・・・・・・・・・・・・
Casually (...?)
Leona didn’t let this warm feeling, whatever it was, occupy his mind for too long at a time. That way, such an idiotic, hopeless thing wouldn’t spread throughout him like the plight it was. Nothing changed, and nothing would. Whether the prefect was here or there made no difference, and it was useless enough to even consider where they were. He was going to nap in his usual spot, and if they showed up, that was their problem.
They were fun. That was it. They always had such varied reactions to his teasing, to his annoyance, to his presence. Sometimes they correctly declined to do whatever tall task he ordered, and other times they attempted it with a flush that seemed to signal they were eager to please. Worst of all was when they bugged him. They never gave him a choice. At the very least, he knew when he smelled that approaching magicless herbivore, he wasn’t going to be bored.
--He was under one of his usual trees enjoying a midday nap when he sensed them take a seat by him. He didn’t stir.
They stayed silently by him for a while. He could smell nervousness on them, which was strange for someone always so brazen with him. Finally a quiet voice spoke up.
“Leona… I know you’re awake. I just... need to tell you something.”
They paused, but he didn’t stir. They took a deep breath and it somehow felt tinged with a strange finality.
“I like you.”
That woke him up. He caught their arm just as they were about to run off.
“What’d you say?” he questioned, voice low. He didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to try to run after saying something vague, toying with his emotions like that.
Their wide eyed expression seemed to solidify into something resolute. They stared straight back at him.
“I love you.”
The words lingered a moment before their composure finally reached its limit, and they tried to wrangle out of his grasp and run off. He wouldn’t let them. They started this mess of emotions, they had to finish it. He pulled them back down, causing them to fall on top of him. He examined quietly as their expression became increasingly more panicked.
“Then kiss me. Right now.” His voice didn’t have the warmth of a tease in it.
“Huh…?”
“You said you loved me, right?” he smirked, as if remembering he didn’t (wasn’t supposed to?) care. He released their arm, putting both his hands in the air as if to gesture that he’s all theirs.
“So go on. Go ahead.”
They stared at him blankly for a moment, herbivore eyes falling to his lips. A gulp. Suddenly the atmosphere felt heavy. They started to inch towards him with a serious expression, not like when they usually indulge him. Like prey that’s accepted its fate, prepared to be eaten. Like they meant it.
As they approached, he couldn’t tell who was playing a sick joke anymore.
Doesn't matter. It ends now.
He pushed their face away.
“That’s enough,” he said, standing up and leaving a shocked prefect.
--Leona couldn’t sleep that night. All that welled up in his mind was the events of that afternoon. It was really starting to annoy him, all of it.
That must have been what it was this whole time.
Really, he’d known all along. But now that a word’s been put to it, it became inescapable.
“Screw this,” he said, getting up. Not like laying in bed will get him anywhere like this. A midnight stroll it is. What did all of it even matter?
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t recognize the scent that was as heavy in the air as midnight dew. But lie he did.
He trudged toward it, tail swishing behind him.
They sat on a grassy field, staring up into glimmering stars that reflected in their tears. It was only when he plopped down next to them that they startled and looked away.
“You crying?”
“...No.” sniff
“Tch. Liar.”
Uncomfortable silence settled between them. He sighed. He shouldn’t be a brat about this.
“My bad. About earlier.”
He couldn't bring himself to say a word more.
They hummed quietly in response, as if too much action would make him run again. But even without looking at them he could tell what they wanted.
“...you didn’t believe me,” they finally spoke, voice barely audible even to him.
He knew what he wanted, too. And when has he ever let anyone stop him from getting it?
He sat up, reaching a hand out to brush their bangs away. He held it there a moment, gentle enough to let them run. He’d be kind for today.
They stared up at him, same stupid questioning expression he’d somehow gotten so used to. Somewhere in those wide eyes were his own emerald ones staring back at him. He didn't hate it.
They had to have figured it out by the time he leaned towards them, lips meeting their forehead for a split second. A fine appetizer.
A moment passed before the shock on their face seemed to melt into pure joy. Tears welled up again, though this time their lips were curved into a smile.
His eyes lowered down to it.
He’d take that for himself too.
Azul・・・・・・・・・・・・
With struggle.
The realization of Azul’s feelings was met with a mix of shame and denial. How could he, of all people, be beholden to such silly feelings when there was money to be made out there?
(He was just trying to overcompensate for how pathetic it made him feel).
He just happened to give the prefect vouchers for 10% off a meal at the Mostro Lounge each time they went. Since they were such a loyal customer after all. Since the prefect also met the proper amount of monthly visits to be a top customer, they also got a loyalty discount, of course. What do you mean, favoritism? This was just customer retention, that's all.
For a while, that was fine. Until it started to cause Azul to operate at a loss.
Somehow, he was actually losing money each time the Prefect dined. Granted, it was just on the prefect's order, but with the amount of times they visit, it added up.
He'd just finished counting for the fourth time, and the papers spread on his desk pointed to the same result. He wasn’t sure how that could even be a possibility.
All he knew was that he had to do something about it.
The first step to that was by finally acknowledging that his actions were fueled by his emotions. He was frankly ashamed that such things had affected his business. Though, as they say, the first step to solving a problem is recognizing it.
Now, what to do about it? Taking away the discounts is the straightforward answer, but that loses customer support. Maybe he could find a way to have them come in less? If they came in about 28% less, then he wouldn’t make a loss on their purchases. While he and the prefect were on good terms, he can’t just tell them to stop coming in, can he? Maybe if he had a better relationship with the prefect, he could leverage that to convince them to stop coming as often, or better yet, convince them to pick up a shift!
On second thought, confessing his feelings to the prefect was the perfect call here. If he succeeds, then he can take them to other restaurants instead, writing the cost off as an investment to the relationship and their happiness. Then they’d maybe stop coming as often and he could start profiting again. Though at the same time, something twinged in his heart at the thought of them not being in their usual booth while he worked, always in the corner of his eye. Right, he could write off anything they ordered as the cost for keeping a happy, healthy relationship as well, and then--
He sighed. He was getting ahead of himself. He’d have to consider the alternative option as well.
If he fails, at the very least it may keep the prefect from coming back for a while, though he cringes at the possibility of that.
Now the issue remains of how he will actually attempt to confess. He leans back in his chair, pondering the right words that were both suave and would woo them. It was much harder than he imagined.
The next day, the prefect asked if they could stay in the lounge until Azul finished his work, since they needed to talk to him.
When he was done, he brought over a set of drinks, on the house. The prefect seemed to suspect something from this. He bid them to start. It was better to gauge a partner’s state before attempting to bargain for something, after all.
“Well,” they started, “You’ve been giving me a lot of discounts and stuff lately, and I know you do that sort of thing with a return in mind…” Their posture seemed to shift, almost imitating him when he’s about to propose a deal. “How about I beat you to it and take you out to dinner?” They had a playful smile on their lips.
“My, I dare say this sounds like a proposition for a date. You really must be careful how you word things.” He could feel his smile strain a bit.
“I guess it is a date.”
“Then I take it this means you have…” Azul paused for a moment, thinking of the right word. Finally, he decided.
“...an interest in me?”
He hoped the prefect didn’t realize that he was sweating through his polite smile.
They nodded.
“You could call it that.”
The facade broke. He stared in wide eyed disbelief at them.
“...Really,” he muttered under his breath.
The prefect smiled. Naturally, this time. They stopped mimicking his posture. For the first time he noticed they naturally lean slightly towards him.
“Yeah,” they said, and it was settled.
--It was not easy for Azul.
Being known so fully is an exercise in shame, and yet that's the very thing that had made him fall for the prefect. That unconditional acceptance, that awe that never seemed to dull even when he felt his worst. He had fought against it as much as he could, and yet their touch was too warm, their words too soft for him to persevere. Before he knew it, that very touch and those very words had bound to his heart, foolish as it was.
If he had to compare love to anything, he’d compare it to breathing on land. While it came quite naturally, he had still choked at first. For a while after, it felt strange and almost invasive, filling his body with odd feelings. Despite that, it was something he needed, craved, grew almost dependent on.
Of course, he wouldn’t be able to say such things to the prefect straight on. Rather, he said them in quiet breaths spoken into their ear in the comfort of his room and their warmth. He could hardly believe he let himself say such things, considering how often his business runs on blackmail. Though that's just what trusting someone entails, he concluded. Trust…
The prefect leans closer, kissing him on the mole right under his lips. There was the slightest brush of their lips.
“What a tease,” Azul sighs. “That’s hardly fair.”
The prefect only smiles playfully. “Well then, feel free to take what you want.”
He grins, triumphant.
"I couldn't think of a better deal myself."
Kalim・・・・・・・・・・・・
Simply.
Kalim wasn’t sure exactly when he began to adore the prefect in such a way. He had always liked the prefect, and those feelings must have gotten stronger the more he hung out with them. He didn’t question it, just accepted it as a natural end point. Why wouldn’t he like the prefect, when he thought they were so wonderful?
He was seeing the prefect off from Scarabia when he blurted out “Come again soon, okay?! ‘Cause I like, really, really like you! So I wanna see you again!” with the biggest smile on his face. That would have been fine, just seen as his usual affectionate nature, until his expression dropped a second later and he added “wait… Jamil said if I was going to confess to you, I should take you somewhere romantic…”
There seemed to be another second of processing before he added another “...wait…” with shock.
Though his confession was simple, it wasn’t to be confused with empty words. Though they were blurted out, each word was his true feelings, and it would have been true had he said it on a lantern-lit night picnic by the oasis or in the hall of mirrors. The former of which he did after begging the prefect to let him re-try.
Kalim was as affectionate with the prefect as usual, though to a whole new extreme. He knew he was generally pretty nice to everyone, but he wanted to make sure the prefect knew they were special. That usually meant things like getting a seat of honor next to him at any banquets he hosted, or constant lavish gifts, each with a handwritten note detailing his thought process behind choosing it.
He wasn’t shy telling the prefect he loved them either. He didn’t see any reason why he should be. These overflowing feelings should be expressed, shouldn’t they?
One time, when the prefect was over at Scarabia, they ran out of fingers attempting to count how many times Kalim said it. When asked, he simply explains that whenever the prefect does something that makes his heart go weird he says it, because it's the first thing he thinks of. Which, according to the prefect’s calculations, happens to be a lot.
On occasion, when something seems to really strike a chord with Kalim, he’ll squish the prefect’s face in his hands and scatter puppy kisses on their face, along with the usual words.
Though the way he loved was simple, it wasn’t to be confused with shallowness. He felt what he did so deeply that his heart may as well have been one with the prefect’s.
--One weekend morning, the prefect joined him in Scarabia to work on homework together. Afterwards, they decided to reward themselves with an afternoon nap in Kalim’s room. It was the most luxurious reward he could have asked for.
They laid in his bed, a tangle of limbs and blankets and pillows. It was hard to tell where anything began or ended. He laid with his head on the prefect’s chest. He couldn’t tell if the heartbeat he heard was the echo of his own or not. He spent a moment trying to figure it out, hand on his own chest to see if they beat in unison, finally giving up when he couldn’t distinguish the patterns. Not like that mattered as much as…
He shifted his head to look up at the prefect’s face. Sleep had already softened their features and evened their breath. Looking at them and feeling the softness and warmth of their body was starting to draw him in too.
But with the last of his energy, he reached up to kiss their jaw and mumble,
“I really, really love you.”
His head falls back down to their chest, nuzzling into the warmth one last time before the rhythm of their hearts beckons him to sleep.
Vil・・・・・・・・・・・・
Patiently.
Vil was a busy man. At any given moment he was juggling a multitude of titles: student, super model, housewarden, actor, influencer. If it wasn’t one thing, it was always another. And he was no novice at handling all this work, all while maintaining his prized beauty.
Of course this balance did not falter even when he realized his feelings for the prefect. If anything, there was more work to be done, polishing himself further until they came around. Polishing them too, whether it be a tuck of an out of place hair or an adjustment of their uniform tie or beauty advice. Don’t spill a single drop of it, he teased.
--He had a feeling he knew what was coming when the prefect asked to meet him in his room. Doubly so when they appeared with their makeup done, a regal posture, and not a single crease in their uniform. Even the sparkle of their eyes seemed honed by a seriousness that passed Vil’s beauty and straight to his heart. The only thing that gave anything away was their hands, unknowingly fidgeting with the fabric of their uniform. He dare say that detail was what brought it all together.
When they finally proclaimed their love, he laughed. It certainly wasn’t out of malice, but rather a mixture of the joy of receiving something long awaited and amusement at the spectacle he’d been gifted. He’d been confessed to countless times before, but it’s certainly never gone like this.
Any semblance of the prefect’s composure vanished as a blush painted their cheeks. As much as he appreciated the lengths they went to for beauty in his eyes, he couldn’t help but also adore what lay below it.
They open and closed their mouth, seemingly trying to find words. Vil spoke first.
“There’s no need to be so embarrassed,” he said, voice tinted soft with laughter. “Come here.”
As soon as they did as commanded, he embraced them. He felt them startle in his hands. Adorable.
“I feel the same way,” he whispered into their ear.
This time, he heard the prefect laugh lightly and return his hug.
A relationship with Vil was complicated, largely in part due to the public nature of his work. It was something better kept on the down low, at least for the time being. Love was shared privately in quiet corridors and the plausible deniability of fixing makeup.
Still, as good as an actor that Vil was, he still couldn't hide the loving smile that appeared whenever he saw them.
The only outsider ideas that anything at all had changed was a cryptic smile from Rook and a new consensus in the media that Vil looks more radiant than ever.
Most of their time together were private affairs, with the occasional tryst to a secluded spot on the island every once in a while. Something more extravagant would have to wait.
--It was one of those private little dates. They’d done their skin care together, and now it was time for Vil to film a review of a set of lipsticks he’d received.
He had to admit, it was certainly a challenge to not look over at where the prefect was tucked away, absolutely entranced by him. Though he could appreciate a challenge, especially one as tempting as this.
With a final click of the record button, he finished the last segment. Now it was the editor’s job to piece it all together. He had more important business waiting for him.
“Come here, darling. I want to see something,” he called out.
With curious eyes, the prefect obeyed, taking a seat in their usual chair next to his at the vanity. As soon as they reached his side, he grabbed their chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. He savored that slight blush that painted the apples of their cheeks. It was perhaps the thing he was most proud of polishing.
Silently, he vowed to keep honing his beauty and his love so that blush never fades.
He takes a glance at the lipsticks lined up on his vanity. With a quick eye he picked out a suitable color. Holding their head still, he paints their lips.
He tilts their face, admiring the color of both of their lips and ever increasing blush. He hums, satisfied.
“This color’s perfect on you. You can have it,” he says, watching their expression light up. “There’s just one thing…”
Before they can even react, he seals their lips for a split second. He really would have preferred longer, but judging from how starstruck the prefect looked, any more might’ve been the end of them. His hand snakes from their chin to cup their face and tilt it so that they’re both looking at their reflections in the vanity mirror.
“This brand transfers surprisingly easily,” he states, looking at the splotch of matching color now tinting his own lips. “Be careful how you use it,” he warned with a playful wink.
The prefect turned back to look at him, and he followed their gaze back. The initial shock of the kiss seemed to have worn off as they smiled brightly up at him.
“It looks great on you too, you know,” they said, adding a dramatic sigh. “That’s just how it is when you’re that beautiful,” they add.
Vil scoffed, amused.
“Flattery won’t get you any farther than you already are, you know,” he teases.
“I know, I know,” they respond. He takes a moment to admire that painted smile.
“I have a better idea now,” he starts. “Let’s share that lipstick.”
The thought of having something so blatantly matching as lipstick was certainly a bold move. And as much as he wanted something that would undeniably connect them in the public eye—
“But…” the prefect started. He smirked.
“In private. It’ll be another one of our little secrets,” he said, planting a kiss on that prized blushing red apple and being amused by the barely visible tint of new color he had managed to paint it.
—it would have to wait.
Idia・・・・・・・・・・・・
Awkwardly.
A part of Idia died when he realized he not only liked the prefect, but liked them romantically. Almost as soon as he realized, he gave up any hope of actually being together. He would never confess and risk ruining their friendship. It was rare enough for him to actually be friends with someone, let alone in real life. It wasn’t like the prefect would ever like him back either.
Still, for how hopeless he was, he couldn’t help but feel this way. At any time, the prefect was always on his mind. Which was weird, since he hated being with other people, so why did he keep thinking how much cooler it would be if the prefect was with him right now? And why did he want that so bad that it hurt?
And then the prefect confessed. They had stopped by his room, more fidgety than normal, saying they needed to say something really quickly. After they confessed, they ran out of his room. In hindsight, Idia reckoned them running out was more for his sake than theirs.
His reply came very late, in the form of a text. He felt kind of bad for leaving them waiting. Half of the time was spent freaking out, and the other half was spent drafting that reply.
If having a crush felt weird, actually being in a relationship was straight up overwhelming. He obviously liked spending time with the prefect, but it felt like he was going to explode… but in like… a good way…? He couldn’t quite describe the feeling, of wanting to share something, of wanting to sit an inch closer, and how it made his heart pound, but at the same time, he could still be so comfortable in the prefect’s presence.
He tried his best to make the prefect happy, even if he believed he couldn’t really do it. They had once gushed about a super rare standee of their favorite character, and how they couldn’t buy it at all since it was sold in limited quantities for a short time. Idia scoured online for it and ordered it.
The prefect’s expression when they opened the box was perfect. Another win in the game of claiming the prefect’s heart. If he keeps this up, he might actually get the good end.
“It wasn’t even that hard to find, really. All I did was browse through some auction sites and there it was. I mean, I obviously know my way around these sorts of–”
His breath caught in his throat. The prefect was hugging him.
His first instinct would have been to struggle his way out of their grip, but they started talking, their voice right by his ear, tinted with sincere joy.
“Thank you, Idia. You have no idea how happy I am right now. Really, thank you.”
He froze, arms hovering precariously by the prefect's back. In front of his eyes was their shoulder, which invited him to rest his head on it. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. He wasn’t even breathing, as if moving might scare the prefect away like a stray cat, shattering this moment forever.
So he just stayed stiff, taking the feeling as his hair grew increasingly pink. When they pulled away, he let out a shaky breath.
“...I-it was w-whatever.”
It was some time later that the prefect found themselves in Idia’s room, as usual. They were sitting together, watching a romance anime.
As the episode ended, absentmindedly, Idia thought to himself,
I kind of get it.
That was when the prefect spoke.
“This reminds me, I’ve never actually heard you say you like me, since your reply to my confession was through text and all, and–”
Idia panicked. “Wait! Stop! I know where this is going!”
The prefect smiled. He was weak to it, honestly. Like some sappy normie debuff.
“Then, can I hear it?”
There's no way he can get out of this without either affection going down or shame going up. Well, he’s trying to get a good ending here, so he can’t really risk affection…
“...Fine.” He pauses a moment, to collect himself. He can’t meet the prefect’s eyes, so he just stares at the floor. And in the silence of that dark room lit only by monitors and the slight glow of his hair–
“...I like you.”
He can see the tips of his hair turning pink. He has to look pathetic right now. Risking a glance up at the prefect’s face, he finds himself astonished. He has to do a double take.
They seem… happier than he thought. Though the best part was the slight flush on their cheeks. He didn’t know what possessed his eyes to land on their lips for a split second as he turned his gaze back down.
“I’m really glad I finally got to hear you say it.”
When he looked back up, the prefect was leaning ever so slightly towards him.
“I really am…” Their voice was quieter, closer.
They locked eyes, and the prefect leaned further. It was slow, as if to give him a chance to run away.
Idia had spent sleepless nights dreaming of this moment, but to have it in reality…
His brain was short-circuiting. He wasn’t sure where to focus. All he knew is that he was already breathless.
They were already so close, he could make out their scent. Somehow, it felt strong, dizzyingly so. Almost intoxicating.
Just as the prefect's lips were about to meet his, they stop. Slowly, the prefect retreats back.
–Wait, no… Argh– screw it!
With that final thought, he closes the distance.
It’s sweet… no, bitter? …or something.
All he can feel is the softness of the prefect's lips, his mind too muddled to try to comprehend anything more. All he knows for certain is that this was too divine a feeling for someone like him.
The kiss is short, yet Idia feels lightheaded when he pulls back. His eyes focus unstably at the floor while his mind makes a feeble attempt to process. Unconsciously, his hand goes to his lips.
There's a silence afterwards, which Idia assumes to be awkward.
But when he looks up, he finds the prefect’s expression a mix of shock and happiness, and somehow everything feels right after that.
Malleus・・・・・・・・・・・・
Reverently.
The moment he realized his feelings was not a sudden shock, not like a flash of lighting so powerful it brightens a stormy sky.
Rather, it was the quiet moment they shared in their part of the woods on their nightly walk. The Prefect had looked up at him with an expression radiating pure joy, inviting him to bask in their happiness with them. The warmth and intimacy of such a moment directed towards him.
Ah, he thought, so this is it.
Love.
It was a simple realization, and yet it still hit him with the same strength as a storm. They kept talking, unaware of the way that single expression had stirred his heart so.
When he reported this to Lillia, the old fae merely gave a knowing, melancholy smile, and told him to cherish that feeling.
And cherish it he did. He did not need to be told why.
As much as he wanted to hurriedly act on his feelings, he decided to court the prefect slowly. They were still his dear friend, and he did not want to risk losing that. In the meantime, he savored the moments they shared, holding soft smiles and midnight conversations deep in his heart.
To his surprise, the prefect confessed first. Their flushed cheeks, their downturned gaze, their unnaturally straight posture, their hands fidgeting at their sides, all lit up by dull moonlight. It all brought a sense of wonder to him.
After the initial wide-eyed shock, his expression softened.
“I accept your feelings.”
It was the prefect’s turn to stare up at him, wide eyed. Another delectable expression.
His expression shifted into something much more solemn, conveying the gravity of his emotions.
“In turn, I vow to keep you in my heart forevermore, my dear child of man.”
He would make sure the prefect is as immortal as he is, making sure not even history would be able to forget them. He promises to hold their whole life together in his memory, to hold every detail with the sacredness it deserves.
Slowly, he brings his hand to their cheek, embracing it in a featherlight caress. Seeing as they don’t back away from the touch, he brings his other hand to their cheek. With his hands cupping their face, he tilted it up ever so slightly and ever so gently, taking in all the details the moonlight paints. He thought of the warmth radiating from their flushed cheeks, a warmth that only seemed to grow hotter, of their beauty in the glowing veil of moonlight. Yet most of all he thought of how fragile they truly were. He prayed that they would not shatter.
One of his hands slides down to their chin with deliberate slowness, as if the caress of his fingers mean to memorize the curve of their jaw and the softness of their skin.
He tilts their chin up, and slowly leans closer to them, watching their expression. When he towered completely over them, swallowing them in his shadow, in a quiet voice he asked,
“May I?”
The prefect nodded in response with an eagerness that can only be described as ‘cute’. He smiles.
The kiss is quick and chaste, yet he lingers a moment before truly pulling away.
The prefect looks back at him with starstruck eyes and a giant smile. They let out a little chuckle, breathless, as though the kiss had been much longer and more passionate than it really was. He stared down at the expression, memorizing it and the sound. For as important of a moment as their kiss had been, the small details in between were just as precious.
He looks at them with a curious expression. “What is it, dear child of man?”
“I’m just… so happy. Thank you, Malleus.”
He returns their smile with his own graceful one. “There is no need for thanks. It’s all my pleasure.”
His touch lingers, and his gaze is on the prefect until the very end.
A/N: Hello Weather. How honest and bold of you to make such a request! I thought it over... And it made me laugh. So, I will do my best to honor it. Please enjoy.
tags: Idia Shroud x nekomimi!gn!reader, petplay, fuwa fuwa nekomimi belly, anal because gn!reader
wc: 1.5k+
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You clenched your jaw tight as you sat on your knees. Your eyes lowered to the floor as you tried to hide your grimace. When you agreed to bet on a game of Old Maid, you expected to win. Idia’s forte was dungeon crawling and board games. But when you found yourself left with the old woman printed on the thin stock paper, your heart into your stomach.
“Uwaahhh, you’re such a cute kitty... Can I pet you? Ah, of course I can... I’m your boyfriend.” Idia snickered from his seat on the bed as your fingers curled into fists at your sides. Your bare skin prickled as he reached out to pet your head. His fingers brushed over the headband that matched your hair as he started to moan and giggle in excitement. “You put the tail in too... It’s so cute...” Idia cooed sweetly as your face went hot.
With every wiggle of your hips, you could feel the soft silicone covered in nubs and ribs massaging the inner walls of your ass. It took some time for you to ease it inside. Your ass would twitch and clench each time you tried to ease it in. It took so much lube your inner thighs were still wet and oily.
“Can you purr?” Idia asked as he picked up a cat toy. A small fabric mouse on a string that swayed before your eyes. “Idia-” You paused as your eyes met. You saw the flush in his face, and you noticed how hard he was already in his navy blue sweatpants. You exhaled the complaint and started to trill. Your hand awkwardly swatted at the mouse as Idia beamed with delight.
It was nice to see him so happy and energetic. But this was pretty humiliating. “Alright... Is this the part where I suck you off?” You asked with a frown. Idia’s hair flickered with a bright pink color, and he blinked in shock. “Huh? I mean... If you want, but... That’s not what I had in mind...” He admitted quietly. You watched him squirm as he continued to jerk the mouse in front of you, enticing you to continue playing for his entertainment.
He shifted on the bed again. “You... I kinda just wanted to touch you... In hentai, those lame ass MC’s say corny lines like ‘drink my milk’ and shit like that.” Idia laughed as a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I think it’s too predictable. At least for me! And it’s recycled material. I just... Wanted to touch you or... Whatever...” He murmured as you caught the mouse in your hands and looked up at him. His face was flushed as he looked away. His wrist had gone limp as the string lost its tension. “Touch me? What like... Petting?” You weren’t sure what ‘touching’ entailed, but you weren’t against it.
You watched your boyfriend brighten up with a smile. “Yeah! Cats are independent and lay down the law for us humans... So... I kinda wanted to... Do that stuff... To you...” He trailed off awkwardly again as you released the mouse. It was cute seeing him get nervous. He spoke of ‘stuff’ and ‘that’ and it was so vague you couldn’t help but to be curious. With the fabric mouse freed; you slowly moved to stand.
The tail was rubbing against your walls with every movement. You looked down at Idia now. Your face was hot as you stood nude before him. Your lips turned up in a pout as your arms went to hide your most delicate place. “Well, you got me undressed and wearing cat ears and a tail. At least make a move on me.” You didn’t want to take initiative. It was degrading enough to be naked with just a headband and butt plug. “Sorry... I was saving the image of you in my memory bank.” Idia smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.
His cheek rubbed against your stomach as you yelped. “Kitty belly~” He groaned as you squirmed in his arms. One of his hands snuck down to the tail and he began to gingerly pull on it. “Ah-” You let out a choked sound as he pushed and pulled. Working the silicone in and out of your ass as your knees began to lock. “I-Idia?!” You whimpered as he kissed along your stomach.
The gentle massaging against your inner walls made you rock your hips. Wiggling and seeking more than short, shallow thrusts. You needed something deeper. “You have to meow since cats can’t talk.” He snickered as you rested your hands on his shoulders. Your fingers curled around his dark t-shirt, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “M... Meow... M-Meow- Meow!” Idia’s sharp teeth nipped at the soft skin on your stomach just as one of his hands pinched your ass.
You continued to meow and mewl as he worked the tail in and out. “Do you want more?” He asked as he licked your skin. You nodded quickly with a weak whine. Your knees were starting to give out and all your body would allow was your hips tilting your ass in the air. As if you were attempting to present your hole to an invisible force behind you.
Idia pulled his face away, pushing the tail as deep as he could before loosening his grip. “Here kitty,” He pat the space on the bed beside him as his smile widened. His sharp teeth on display as you shakily crawled onto the bed. The frame creaked as the mattress greeted your additional weight. Sinking underneath your hands and knees as Idia moaned. “Good kitty.” He murmured as his hands returned to your sensitive skin.
You laid on your stomach. Your head turned so you could breathe as Idia settled behind you. His hands massaged your ass. Teasing and kneading the soft flesh as he gripped it in his palms. “Ahh it’s so soft...” His fingers gripped the tail and your hips lifted against your will. You sought refuge in one of his pillows. The sweet scent of his body wash was almost hypnotizing. You only returned to reality when the toy slipped out of you with a lewd wet sound.
You could feel Idia’s cock nudging against one of your cheeks. The cotton of his sweatpants had a small damp patch. You grumbled under your breath, too bashful to look back at him. “What happened to ‘petting’ and ‘touching’?” You whimpered as the shuffle of clothes made your muscles clench. “Can I put it in..? Please?” Idia asked with an unusual softness. You went quiet before knitting your brows together with a frown. “Do I have to meow again?” The tone in your voice was filled with resistance that quickly melted into a drawn out moan. “It’s part of our bet. You lost remember?” Your toes curled as he slid the length of his cock between the plush flesh of your ass.
You moaned again as the tip pressed against your hole. The soft rim was already stretched and wet, and the slow push and retreat made your hips jerk. You wanted to say something witty. You wanted to tell Idia how you were already planning payback, and he should start counting his days. But with his slender hands holding your hips and the slow ease of his cock deep inside of you pushed all of that aside. “Y... You have to meow... Meow or I’ll stop.” Idia groaned as you bit back your shame. “M... Meowww...” You felt humiliated as he bottomed out deep inside of you.
The soft ‘pat’ of his balls resting against your ass left you panting. Each drag and thrust pushed a soft and bashful ‘mew’ out of you. Tears of embarrassment welled up in your eyes, but you didn’t hate it. You didn’t want to stop. You planned to complain about your pride later when you got in the shower. “Good kitty... My good, cute, kitty!” Idia growled as his hips picked up speed. His hips collided with your ass as you pressed your face into his pillow. His hands left your hips to rest on either side of you. One of his palms was flush against the mattress as the other went to grab the back of your neck.
Idia was holding you down as the wet slaps grew louder along your meows. Each thrust left you drooling. Your toes curled tight, and your walls hugged and gripped his shaft. Your headband was coming off with each thrust, but neither of you seemed to care. “I-I’m cumming- Fuck I’m gonna cum-” Idia stammered as you nodded against the pillow. You were going to cum too.
It was sudden and powerful. Your walls clamped down on Idia as a squeaky, high pitched sound left your lips. You nearly screamed into the pillow as your orgasm washed over you. The rut of his hips grew erratic before he suddenly pulled out. You gasped at the loss as his cock throbbed against your ass. His bright blue tip shot thin ropes of sperm along your lower back as the two of you fought to catch your breath. You wanted Idia to finish inside of you.
But the idea of ‘giving kitty milk’ was too embarrassing to bring up.
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