5, 20 and 29 for Viktor (i miss my husband so much), Christian, and Touru?
5. Books or movies?
Viktor — Either. Movies are easier on days when he can hardly drag himself out of bed, but books are more likely to have plots that he'll enjoy. Viktor isn't too big on media in general, however— aside from what he has to read for school, he rarely seeks anything out.
Christian — Books. Aside from a very small (and educational) selection, he's never been allowed to watch movies. Books are what he's used to, and he loves them! Especially the kind of fairy tales that let him imagine places far different than his home...
Touru — Books. Movies are loud, and require something to watch them on... which means potentially getting in other people's way. Reading a book is quiet and solitary, and all he needs to do it is a bit of light. Thus, he much prefers curling up alone with a book.
20. Leather or denim?
Viktor — Leather. And for the exact reasons you might expect. (Horny reasons, that is...)
Christian — Leather. There's plenty of expensive leather furniture in his house, so it's much more familiar to him.
Touru — Denim. There's no real reason for the preference, he just prefers the texture of denim more than leather.
29. Loud or soft?
Viktor — If asked directly, he'd claim to have no preference. However, Viktor does better when he has company and activity around him, instead of the kind of quiet that lets him get lost in his own head.
Christian — Either; it depends on the context! Christian is used to a quiet, controlled environment, so loud places can be too much to handle. Still, he likes to at least try going out of his comfort zone.
Touru — Soft. Loud noises are terribly overwhelming, and feeling overwhelmed just makes his ever-present anxiety worse... He struggles with the noise level of even crowded public spaces.
I wonder... What about 4 for the Blackview boys? Love you!
4. Neon or pastel?
Ritsu — Either is fine. Unless the hue in question is outright eye-searing, Ritsu doesn't have many strong preferences about color. Pastels and neons can both be decent.
Arashi — Neon. Pastel colors are much too light and "girly" for him. Whether that's his actual taste or just another desperate attempt not to look weak is unclear, however.
Shigure — Neither. Shigure prefers dark, dull colors, not anything so cutesy or bright. He'll never admit it, but he's a bit self-conscious about owning (or liking) anything too "pretty".
Touru — Pastel. He doesn't like bright, glaring colors very much, and especially not if he's the one wearing them. It would draw far too much attention... or worse, be grating for others to look at.
18 for Ritsu and Arashi? So much Trauma TM happens in their story that it's hard for me to picture them in normal settings...
18. Beach or forest?
Ritsu — Either option would be worlds better than the perpetual crowds and dark skies of the city. Ultimately, he might enjoy the beach a little more— just lying around in the sun, with clean air to breathe and the peaceful sound of waves in the background.
Arashi — Forest. He's not a fan of how... exposed beach-appropriate clothing feels. A long hike would do him more good mentally, anyway; being physically worn out from the exercise might help him settle down a bit inside his head, too.
Prompt: ok omega arashi brainrot anon here again w that in mind can i request arashi in heat w an s/o who is just being so lovely and soft with him that he breaks 😈 maybe including multiple orgasms ? and dacryphilia ?
Heats are terrifying. That part has never changed. Arashi hates when his body gets out of his control, when desire consumes his mind and becomes all he can think about.
When he wants you so badly he can hardly take it.
But this time, you're going to be... taking care of him. Fuck if he knows why. Arashi is, of course, horribly anxious about how badly this could go. You could shove your cock into him like anyone else would, fuck him raw, and leave him to pick up the shattered pieces of his dignity and trust off of the floor when you're done.
You're not like that, he tries to tell himself. You're kind. You've never hurt him before.
So when he strips for you, Arashi tries very hard not to feel as helpless as he does. His little cock is already hard and dripping. His cunt has been slick for the past day and a half, and the sight of the sticky trail of fluid that connects to his underwear makes him gag.
Instead of pinning him to the bed, you settle him in your lap, humming softly into his hair. Arashi shakes. He squeezes his eyes shut. The feeling of being held is making him more and more nervous, and he can't stop rubbing his thighs together in search of something. His Heat is making him stupid and desperate already.
When your fingers find his inner thighs, Arashi gasps and bites his lip. He doesn't want to make pathetic sounds just from your touch, and yet—
Two fingers slip inside of him right in time with you pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.
"I love you," you say as Arashi keens.
His hips buck against his will. His cunt squeezes down on you in a way that's entirely unfamiliar. It never felt this good when he was on his own. The way his cock twitches is a clear give-away for how much he likes it.
You finger him slowly, gently. The careful stretching sends liquid heat up Arashi's nerves, and by the time you find a spot that makes him shriek, he's already on the edge. A couple of curls against that place is all it takes. Legs shaking, hands balled into tight fists, Arashi comes while biting down on his lip until he tastes copper on his tongue.
And you keep going. By now, he's panting, fighting desperately to not let any embarrassing sounds out. You slide a third finger inside of him, spread them slightly, and—
Arashi moans. He can't hold it in. His head tips back to meet your shoulder as his little body writhes in your arms. Like this, he's acutely aware of how small he is next to you. Part of him wants you to hurry up and stick it in so you can knot him, but the part that's still composed of conscious thought recoils at the very idea. He doesn't want that. You can use your fingers for now, but being fucked would be too much.
Pressing constant little kisses to his hair, you finger Arashi until he can't take any more. You haven't even touched his cock yet, and he's already close to coming a second time.
His orgasm takes him by surprise. It's unclear what pushes him over the edge, but Arashi comes around your fingers with a cry. His body clenches down on you desperately, trying to milk a knot that isn't there. Even three fingers feel painfully empty.
After that, he can't stop squirming. The drag of your skin is too rough and not enough. He's so sensitive that the friction of fingerprints hurts.
You notice quickly.
"Is it okay if I eat you out?" you ask as Arashi comes close to choking from shock.
No way. You wouldn't actually...? He nods anyway, too desperate for relief to think about what he's agreeing to. All that's registering right now is that he needs more. And that he whines from loss when you pull your fingers out and slide him out of your lap.
The next thing Arashi knows, you're between his legs. His legs are spread and hitched over your shoulders, and the embarrassment of the position is quickly setting in. His face is burning. From where you're at, you can see every detail of his soaked, squeezing cunt and his red little cock, slippery with its own come. He's on full display for you, and that's—
When you lick a slow, wet stripe up his cunt, Arashi moans way too loudly. You have to hold his thighs open. As you keep licking him, you're forced to manhandle his body to keep him from writhing away. It feels so good that it can't be real. You're still gentle, painfully gentle, but every drag of your tongue against where he's way too sensitive leaves Arashi jerking and bucking like you're shocking him.
"Please," he whines, then comes again.
This time, it drives him to tears. You're rubbing his outer thigh gently, lovingly. You kiss the base of his cock, just above his tender, full-feeling balls, and it's too much. Arashi sobs brokenly and tries to hide behind one arm.
He can't stop shaking. He's even more sensitive than before, but his hips won't stop grinding against your face in search of more. He can't get his eyes to stay open.
Arashi whimpers and cries. Tears keep flowing down his cheeks no matter how hard he tries to stop them. He feels small and helpless and utterly pathetic, but the feeling of your tongue working into his dripping hole overrides any shame that might have gotten him to make it stop. It's too good, way too good, and exactly what his body needs.
Thinking of what it'll be like when you do fuck him tips Arashi over the edge again. He hates himself for succumbing to a thought like that, but— You're gentle. Your knot would stretch him open so good, you'd rub his back and stroke his hair, and he'd be warm inside and out.
Prompt: Omg can we have the reader pampering a heated up Touru to the moon and back? He won’t even know what hit him
Touru's Heats are uncomfortable at best.
He's always antsy, nervous, and miserable. In the past, he's spent them curled up in a blanket nest on the floor, crying whenever it gets to be too much, but this time... he has you there with him. He has a partner to take care of him.
And as much as thinking of being cared for makes Touru nervous, he still wants it so badly he can barely think. Does he deserve it? Probably not. Does he want it?
Yes.
You've given him blankets. Lots of them. Huge, fluffy ones bought new just because you thought he'd like them and old ones from your bed and your closet that you've given to him for now. Touru is staying at your house so you can look after him, and the guest room has become his personal nest now that the Heat is kicked in in full.
Snuggling into the blankets feels good. Touru's kept the one from your bed closest to him, right where he can bury his face against it and smell you whenever he wants. The familiar scent makes his insides do little twists and his heart pound.
And... that's not the worst problem. The real issue is that he's starting to get wet.
It's way too gross. Everything between his legs feels slippery and uncomfortable. His... his part is throbbing with uncomfortable heat and need, and his dick has been hard for what feels like hours. It's never been this bad before when he was on his own... maybe having you around is causing it? That's a thought that makes Touru squirm. He can't stop thinking of what would happen if you decided to take responsibility.
Getting off is hard. On his own, Touru is so sensitive that even fingers make it hard to hold still enough to finish. He feels squirmy and weird whenever he tries.
In Heats, in the past, he's had to relieve himself, and in those times, he'd had to all but gag himself so he wouldn't scream. Coming while so sensitive is just too much.
"May I come in?" You knock at the door and Touru startles at the sound.
"Y-Yes..."
As soon as you step inside, he flinches. Your smell is so much worse up close, and the sight of you makes his hole squeeze needily. What would your fingers feel like? Your mouth against where everything is puffy and sensitive?
He shakes his head to try to dislodge the thoughts quickly.
And then, you're kneeling next to him. You have a couple of water bottles, a hot meal, and a little bag of chocolate truffles. You also run your fingers through Touru's hair, which makes him shudder and have to bite down on a whimper before it escapes. Contact with you is too much right now. It makes the heat in his belly surge.
"Hi, baby. I brought you food." You drag your fingers against his scalp and Touru tries not to moan. He's leaning into it pathetically.
"Th-Thank you," he all but whines.
You let up long enough for him to eat and chug one and a half of the water bottles, but by then... everything feels even wetter than it was before. Slick is getting all over the insides of his thighs, and Touru can't squirm enough to shake the uncomfortable feeling.
He can't stop thinking about nuzzling into your chest, being held, being petted, or being fingered open until he cries.
That last bit isn't a voluntary thought.
When you ask if you can get closer, Touru can only nod. He wants so much that he could never ask for. You scoot closer to him, settle against the outside of his blanket pile, and pull out one of the chocolates. You unwrap it and hold it to Touru's lips, a loving smile on your face.
He takes it. And... he licks your fingers a little bit when he does. The taste of your skin makes Touru whimper. His cock twitches and spurts out more fluid in his underwear.
"Do you want something?" you ask patiently, even though the answer is clear.
Touru feels like he's going to cry. He can't say it.
"Just nod for me if you do, okay?"
He does.
The next thing Touru knows, you're guiding him out of his next and into your lap. Your lips meet his and your tongue slides against the inside of his mouth. A little nip at his lower lip makes Touru squeak and try instinctively to grind down on your thigh, but the angle is all wrong and all he ends up doing is rutting uselessly against the air.
You kiss him until his head is spinning, one hand tracing up and down his spine. Touru's nerves are on fire, the space between his legs is pounding in time with his heartbeat, and he's pretty sure he's wet enough that you could slide right in.
And he winds up leaning up against you, legs spread around your thighs, back to your chest. After confirming once more than he wants it, you let your fingers wander beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. Touru keens at the first brush of your knuckles against his achingly hard cock. He bucks up into the touch against his will.
But you don't stop there. Instead, your hand slips down to his hole.
Just the feeling of fingerprints dragging over the hypersensitive skin makes Touru whimper and squirm. He's drooling. His nails are digging into your arm.
When you slip one digit inside, Touru moans. He can't hold still no matter what he does.
"Haah—"
His squeaking, breathy moans are beyond embarrassing, but when you curl your finger inside of him, it's hard to care. He's as sensitive as he always is, and that's just plain unbearable. All he can think of is what more would feel like.
"You're okay, Omega. I've got you." You press kisses along his neck and jaw. Touru fights and fails to keep his noises down as you work a second finger into his loosening cunt.
This feels tender. It feels like spoiling. There's no harsh fucking or taking what you want, just loving up his pathetic self while he's too helpless to do anything for himself. Touru tastes chocolate against his tongue and writhes in your lap. He can barely breathe through the happy tears clogging up his throat.
8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?
Not in the slightest. Even not taking into account Shigure's typical cowardice and self-imposed helplessness in the face of hardship, he doesn't have much luck "getting away" with anything. His general demeanor and mannerisms hover in a terrible limbo between irritating and off-putting, which means that people are far more likely to assume he's at fault for something he had no involvement in than the opposite. Beyond that, his abysmal social skills make even asking for simple favors a messy ordeal.
Shigure is fully aware of all of these things (if not convinced he's even worse off, somehow), and as a result, is well-aware of how badly his social interactions seem doomed to go. He's not brave (or hopeful) enough to try to get away with anything more than basic survival— and even that's a challenge for him.
i have a dream, aged up ritsu in the safe, safe future, holding hands with the reader while getting groceries and just being so domestic since they already know they're in it for the long run
Awwwwww, that's such a sweet scenario... ;w; He very much deserves the happiness, after what his route was like.
Prompt: 👀 can we suck tomoe’s nipples and tell her how beautiful she is and how much we love her while letting her grind on our thigh pls
Sitting on your lap makes Tomoe nervous. On one hand, she wants to bury her face against your chest, snuggle in close, and hide. On the other hand, she always feels like a bother for wanting so much closeness from someone who always does so much for her.
You're patient when she can't get words out. You love her for her shyness. You never get mad at her when she's slow or anxious.
Facing you when she's like this is hard.
"Are you ready, Tomoe?" you ask in a soft, soothing tone of voice that makes Tomoe feel all shivery. You always ask permission before doing anything too touchy.
"Y-Yeah," she nods, somehow getting it out on the first try.
"Good girl. Let's get your shirt off, okay? Show me how cute you are."
You give her a short, chaste kiss, your lips soft against hers. Tomoe shivers. She's wearing one of your button-ups— just big enough on her to make her feel small and owned. She undoes the top couple of buttons with shaking hands, but around the third one, her fingers won't cooperate anymore. That makes her bite her lip, guilty for taking too much time.
"Here, let me."
Your steady hands take over. You undo the buttons all the way down. The shirt falls open little by little as they're released, baring a line of Tomoe's pale skin from her collarbone down to the waistband of her skirt.
She swallows hard. This is embarrassing already and she hasn't even gotten her shirt all the way off. Showing you her chest just feels... like way too much.
But at the same time, Tomoe wants it. She wants your touch, wants your affection, wants to feel your hands on her skin. She wants it badly enough that she sucks in a sharp, bracing breath and shrugs the shirt off over her shoulders.
You're seeing everything.
Tomoe knows that her chest is pitifully small. Her breasts are barely more than small bumps on her chest, topped with small, rosy-pink nipples. She's played with them once or twice when she gets herself off... but that doesn't happen very often.
Under your gaze, Tomoe squirms. She can't bring herself to look at you. She really is pathetic— being unable to face her own partner with just her shirt off.
Your warm hands slide up the curve of her back.
"There we go. That's perfect, Tomoe. You look so pretty." You kiss her again. Your mouth moves softly against hers, and Tomoe feels herself melt. "Gonna touch you now," you whisper.
The next thing Tomoe knows, you're kissing down to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. Every kiss is soft and gentle— not a hint of teeth like she kind of expected. But... Tomoe is quickly getting the idea of what you're planning to do. Your mouth... there. That's a thrilling, scary prospect that nonetheless has her wiggling in place.
It'll feel good.
When your mouth reaches her chest, you start by giving a light kiss to one of Tomoe's nipples. Even that little touch makes her gasp. Her good eye flutters shut when you breathe over the nipple that you just kissed, spreading warmth all over it.
The next thing Tomoe knows, your mouth is around her nipple, your tongue pressing up against the tender bud from underneath.
"Mmmn—!"
She whines at the contact, feeling her toes curl. Just that much—
Then, you start to suck.
Gently, slowly, you move your mouth against Tomoe's chest like you're kissing her. There's tongue and lips, the barest hint of teeth. Your saliva makes everything slick and hot. Tomoe hears herself letting out soft, whispery little moans.
After maybe a minute of that, her head is spinning. Her toes are curling. She's wriggling in place on your lap, and the place between her legs feels like it's throbbing.
You seem to notice, because you pull away and look her in the eye.
"Here. Let me make you more comfortable."
With a wicked smirk, you adjust Tomoe in your lap until she's sitting spread-legged over one of your thighs. As soon as her weight settles, Tomoe understands why. All of the pressure is right against her cunt, and when she squirms, everything rubs deliciously.
Once she's settled, you go right back to sucking at her chest— this time latching your mouth onto her other nipple and leaving the wet one to dry in the cool air. The stimulation is almost too much. Tomoe whines and wiggles her hips. She can't sit still. Even though she knows that she's just making things worse for herself, she can't quit moving.
A particularly spine-tingling movement of your mouth makes Tomoe's back arch, pushing her chest out at you. She knows she's blushing horribly.
The motion feels slutty and obscene, but you seem to like it. You bite lightly at her nipple, soothing your tongue over it just as quickly to ease the sting. Tomoe's head is spinning. She's grinding against your thigh like she can't get enough.
"That's it, baby girl. You're okay. Move as much as you want to."
Your voice is so tender. You suck at her nipple again— almost roughly. Tomoe lets out a moan that's the loudest noise she's heard from herself in years.
And it continues.
You switch back and forth between her breasts until both nipples are red, hard, and swollen. Tomoe squirms and humps your thigh until she's keening. She's so turned on it hurts. You could probably do anything to her right now and she wouldn't complain.
Without letting up, you stimulate her until she feels like she can breathe. When she whimpers, you tell her to be good and let you take care of her. Tomoe does her best to obey. She lets her good eye roll, grinds against your leg compliantly, and arches her chest into your touch like she's very good indeed. You like to see her like this.
That much makes her want to do everything for you. The love in your touch leaves her feeling more warm inside than anything else.
