could you please do a dorian fic? Maybe angsty, since he seems to only want friendship, even tho trap dorian mentions being interested in fwb? (Like maybe the mc is interested in love but woukd take anything they can get with him) Or smth else, maybe end in comfort, its up to you, i just havent seen any fics of him!!
Ty 🫶
Can't go through with it
Summary: During a heated encounter with Trap Dorian, you try your best to be respectful of all the other Dorian's boundaries
Featuring: Dorian (specifically Trap Dorian, but others are mentioned)
Fic type: slight angst(?), slight lime (making out, some grinding) in the beginning, and comfort in the end
No specific pronouns used, no use of y/n
Thank you for being my first request <3
He kept you pushed against the wall, hand gently caressing your torso as yours rest on his bare shoulders. The heated kisses he's offering you are nothing but pleasurable, if your quiet moans were anything to go by. Both of your bodies were running hot as his crotch grinded on yours, one of his hands holding your leg up against him to get better access. It was hot, he was hot.
But there was a nagging issue in the back of your head, one not even this impromptu make out session could stop you from thinking about. And Trap Dorian could somehow tell, somehow feel how slightly unfocused you were. "Hey," he mutters, raising his hand from your torso to your face "you alright?" His tone was nothing but sweet as he asked.
With a shake of your head you pull your hands off of him and shake your leg free from his grip, now back to standing with both. He still had you trapped on the wall, but seeing how you were letting yourself go from him he takes a small step back to give you more space to breathe. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Your eyes made contact with his, and for a second you wanted to ignore it all and go back to making out with him; it would be easier that way wouldn't it?
"it's just..." You begin, looking off to the side, leaning into his palm "I don't think it's right." Trap Dorian raises a brow in confusion "What's not right? Did I do something wrong? Cross a boundary by accident?" His question hit too close to home, yet somehow missed the door. "It's not you crossing boundaries. Dorian, it's me who did" the shameful look on your face makes Trap Dorian's heart burn, his hand coming up so he can cup your face with both and make you look at him.
"what do you mean?" His black eyes searching for the answer he somehow doesn't know.
"The other Dorian's..." You begin, hearing his breath hitch for just a moment, "they don't want this. I can't... I can't do this knowing you're all sort of like- I don't know, a hive mind or something." There's a pause, the air so thick you felt like you were going to choke on it before Trap Dorian starts laughing.
His laughing reverberates onto you, his hands shaking and bringing your face along for the ride. "A hivemind? Is that what people think of us as?" He asks between huffs and some chuckles. It's obvious he's trying to calm down from the surprise gigglefest. "I don't know! You guys all know the same stuff somehow, what am I supposed to assume??" You press, trying to keep the conversation serious while also hiding your embarrassment.
"Oh, sweetheart" Trap Dorian pressing his hands closer to your face, almost squishing your cheeks together in the process ",I'm touched you care so much about the others feelings." And you think that's where he'll stop, that he'll try and continue the make out without any other comment, but he continues. "We do sort of.. Share our thoughts- well, not really. We all just sort of... Know? But we are, sort of, different people." His explanation is confusing and he knows it, shrugging a few times as it's really hard for him to explain it. "I want this, want you, but if you really don't want to- in fear of making the others uncomfortable somehow, I won't force you." He leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing to revel in your warmth, feeling your breath stutter across his face. "Shame too, you're a real good kisser." He whispers that last part, getting a quiet laugh out of you followed by a 'thanks' just barely audible.
The two of you sort of stay like that, leaning foreheads together and simply enjoying the others presence and hold.
this one in particular is about three characters i tried to get the love route for (except for washford), but failed to because god dammit i said something wrong i guess.
not really very spoilery, but i will add the tag and add a cut upon request if needed
picture this: you've accidentally got some of the dateables to hate you. you didn't mean to, but they do anyway, under the impression that you're just a piece of shit and that you hurt them intentionally. of course, you still have other items who are friends with you! some are even lovers, so you are pretty alright!
however, while you're doing some quests for others, you'd be forced to talk to the ones who hate you. every time you go up to one, they jab at you, berate you; they do anything to make you feel hurt... and you do.
so what do you do? of course, you stop interacting with them entirely. you don't even bother trying, seeing as no matter what you do to be civil, they do nothing but bash on you. you figure that talking to them just hurts more, both you and them, so you leave them to their solitude.
you need clothes to wash but washford hates you? that's fine; you can just take dirk on a trip to the laundromat.
does your floor need a quick vacuuming but hoove can't help but make salty remarks? well, you got yourself a broom (plus dolly would appreciate if you tried to preserve the dust a little bit more).
did your power go out during a storm and you know you're not welcome at the breaker box? you have a friend of yours come over to fix the power, or you just resort to using your phone; you're not picky.
it becomes a routine for you to avoid them, and they're bored out of their mind. hoove hasn't gone out to see everyone in a while, washford doesn't have anything to base his mournful poems off of anymore, and the breaker box seems to be relatively static (considering that the regulars have been too busy making plans with you to even think about visiting). it sucks, and it's starting to drive them crazy.
now what happens next? it's really up to the imagination. i personally can't think of anything that would be a good ending for this, but y'all can drop some ideas in my inbox or write up your own interpretation.
[You were rummaging through the fridge late at night, half-asleep and lazily humming to yourself.]
Reader: singing softly In the arms of the angel...
[Suddenly, a voice joined in behind you, continuing the line in a deep, dramatic tone.]
???: singing …fly away~
[You jolted and spun around only to see your boyfriend, Skips, standing there like a shadowy goblin of the night.]
Reader: JESUS CHRIST, SKIPS!
Reader: A warning! Give me a warning next time!
Skips: Warning.
[You groaned and slumped forward, pressing your tired face against his chest with a muffled groan. He just laughed, warm and playful, and reached past you into the fridge. A moment later, you felt something gently placed on your head.]
Skips: Wanna eat pudding together?
Reader: ...
Reader: muffled Yeah.
Date everything tag list: @dipdotsmiyakiwii
A/N: low-key needs better images for shadowlord as skips
[On the comfortable, well sheeted bed — Betty is seen laying down sideways, she has a gentle smile on her face as she taps the area of the bed beside her]
[Y/N is standing Infront of her–Blushing madly as he just heard what Betty had in mind]
M!Reader blushing : ...What...
Betty : Chuckles, oh come on hon~♡ we have had... Special intimacy before~ what's one cuddling got you so shy~
M!Reader blushing : T-That's different... We had our first cuddle yesterday yes B-But I was looking in the opposite direction and this will–
Betty : give you some extra pairs of soft pillows?~
M!Reader blushing : Beettyyyy....
[Betty simply let out another chuckle]
Betty : Come on sweetheart♡ my soft hands wrapped around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and... Your head laying down on my soft pair of—~
M!Reader blushing : O—Okay okay!
[Y/N shakily gets on the bed with Betty's hand guiding him gently onto her]
[And finally—The position, Y/N has his arms wrapped around Betty's waists while Betty's arms are wrapped around his hips, Y/N blushing redder as he is now laying his head down on Betty's soft chest... Meanwhile, Betty stares down at Y/N with the same gentle smile]
[Y/N just frozen in place not knowing how to react to laying down on someone's chest but jolts a bit when he felt a kiss on his temple by betty, he stares up and sees betty staring at him with soft loving eyes]
Hcs with cam please? If thats okay. If not its cool
yeah sure. sorry in advance. also why am i being punished by having to pick decent banners for objects
Cam:
He has a strange love-hate relationship for showing physical affection at first
He'll act like its the corniest thing ever but then he's so quick to give you a hug when you feel like you need it. You can't be a tough guy forever, Cam
Mind you, when he gets past this, he becomes as annoying as possible sometimes. You're minding your business and he's ON YOU like GO AWAY WHY NOW
I feel like a hug from him would be almost perfect....just ignore the smell
Either he smells like straight ahh, nothing, or chemicals bro and this is YOUR fault. All depends on what you put in the trash before you put the dateviators on
And if you flinch or turn away he's actually making fun of you
In fact he's just making it worse. It reminds me of those tiktoks with where people are like "the way people who don't wear deodorant move"
deadass that's the type of confidence he would gain in that moment just to piss you off
I feel like he's so easy to get into an argument with even after you two get together
He has STRONG boundaries and half of the time he won't be willing to meet in the middle so you'll just have to deal with it
I mean if you're bothered enough THEN he'll back down and apologize but its hard to reach that point so you'' just be expected to get over some things
Besides 1 on 1 conflict, he is so helpful and sweet actually
I think the best aspect of this is that he's actually so nice to you because he finds it really funny that you get surprised by that stuff so he keeps doing it. Like its moreso for your reaction rather than him just doing it because he feels like he needs to.
Bruh I'm still laughing at that dumbass tiktok
He's not necessarily one of those people that likes to constantly talk about their partner but anyone can tell that he gets A LITTLE proud when you get brought up or he has to bring you up
And he acts like he's not flexing. He absolutely is. Cuz he bagged that. No pun intended.
Also can we talk about the names he calls the player? "Hey spicy" CAM LOOKALIKE CONTEST IN MY ROOM STAT
Anyway. He just has a certain charm to him. He knows that. This is exactly how you ended up here
summary: Betty is many things, but she is not a bad lover.
tags: established relationship, PWP , sickeningly soft, Dom! Betty, Sub!reader, Betty being sweet and supportive, GN! Reader!!! :D, ficlet
CW!!: explicit content 18+!!! MDNI!!!!! , hand job (no specified sex parts), light edging?? teasing.
“You can do a little more for me, yeah?” Betty’s voice coos to you gently. Her head lays on your shoulder. Her soft, fluffy hair tickles your neck.
You’ve been sitting between her thighs for the past half an hour or so now. Her right hand had been busying itself playing with you, while the other held yours, your fingers intertwining.
You give a weak nod, trying your best to stay attentive to your lover behind you. Unfortunately, it seems harder the longer she continues.
“Thank you, my sweet.” She whispers, moving to kiss your shoulder tenderly.
It’s maddening the way her fingers know exactly where to touch, what pressure to use, just the right movement to make. Your conscience is buzzing with static, growing louder as she continues working her hand.
Betty was a very giving lover.
She loved indulging in your pleasure, even to the detriment of your thinking abilities. Not like you were complaining. After all, you’ve let her make you cum more than once this evening.
“You’re such a sweet thing for me…” She continues, kissing up your shoulder, and finding her way to your neck. Almost instinctively, you move your head to the side to give her more room to explore you.
“I don’t wanna ruin this perfect skin,” Betty says against your flesh, her lips brushing slightly with the words. Despite that, she doesn’t let up on your neck, opting for kisses. The actions only drive you further mad.
You feel a smile against your skin, “You’re getting close again…”
Oh god, you were. There’s something about the mix or barely there stimulation up here, and all the attention you could ever desire down there that made everything just that bit more intoxicating.
That’s when you feel Betty lighten up her touch.
A guttural whine comes from your lips. Your head falls back in frustration, and your hand squeezes hers. This does nothing but make her chuckle softly.
Betty was a very giving lover, but damn it to hell if she wasn’t a tease too.
Your breath hitches as her hand moves faster immediately.
"There you go~," her voice is breathy as she coaxes you closer to release. "Sweet thing, I've got you..."
Her voice is assuring, working lighter to make you feel just that bit more secure. Her hand squeezes yours lovingly, her face burying itself in your neck. Her motions don't let up as she hears your breathing become even more erratic, cut-off moans doing their best to escape your shy mouth.
The static from earlier crescendos into full-on buzzing. Your head feels like pins and needles, and your sex aches as it waits for the familiar sensation of release.
It doesn't take you but a moment longer before you're falling apart in your lover's arms. Your eyes roll back into your head as the buzzing from your soul seeps into your physical body. All of this with the encouragement of Betty's soft words playing in the background.
"You're doing so good for me..." She whispers, "Thank you so so much, my love."
Finally, her hand between your legs stops, resting gently on your thigh.
Betty might be a tease, but she never leaves you unfulfilled.
the amount of objects I want to fuck now. DATE EVERYTHING HAS CONSUMED ME AND I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY BED AND THAT STUPID CAT BOY. There's unlimited ideas in my head right now, but right now I focus on my sensual bed.
thinking about daisuke and mitchell ,,, helping you (afab) to relieve stress ,,,,
"you're doing so well, my love," daisuke would say as you lay on him, your head in his lap whilst mitchell was busy enjoying the juicy meal between your legs. you'd cry out as daisuke's gentle hands grazed over your bare chest, giving your nipples a gentle tug. "just like that..."
mitchell would have put his own word in, but he was far too addicted to the way you tasted for him to even dream about pulling away. his lips were latched to your soaked folds, tongue lapping up every drop of your juices like finest of delicacies. he'd occasionally capture your clit between his teeth, relishing in the squeals his actions elicited before returning to shoving his tongue into your hole.
and he's not done when you cum. no no no, he wants seconds. daisuke doesn't complain about it—something about how you'd cling to him for support from the sheer pleasure was something that had his grip becoming just a little bit tighter on you. neither of them plan on letting you go any time soon,,,
