ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
“Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
“Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…”
“Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?”
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…”
“Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
“Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~”
“What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
“Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?”
“M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…”
“No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?”
“I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?”
“Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
“Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
“Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…”
“Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.”
“W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
“I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you.
“I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..”
“I don’t care.”
“But I–”
“Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself.
“Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before.
“‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–”
“No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…”
“There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
“No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?”
“I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?”
“Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out.
“And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.”
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?”
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.”
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans.
“Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–”
“Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…”
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for.
“Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly.
“I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?”
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.”
“Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles.
“Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.”
“Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.”
“Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?”
“Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
Can u do kinich going feral on half bunny reader 😍 (kinda like how Kiara has ears and a tail)
barrack bunny ♡ || kinich x half-bunny!reader
he studied your anatomy—your cycles, how you work, and how it works. just to make sure you wouldn't get hurt if ever he does something wrong.
he knows how sensitive you may be in your heat, only needing him even more in such moments—so he has no other option but to indulge into them, right?
but in reality, as much as he wants to just take you right then and there, he orefers to wait for your call to cure your disease called needyness.
he loved watching you ache with lust. sorry not sorry but the way you squirmed at your chair while attempting to finish breakfast, it sincerely turned him on.
when he passed by the shared home to greet you good afternoon and get something he forgot, you simply stayed cuddled up in bed, muttering out a small greeting to return his kind gesture.
your ears curved downward in shame, hugging your core while laying down in your shared bed, not being able to calm yourself down well enough to resist your own palm.
he knew all this was happening, but he wanted to let it slide. he was well aware how bunnies needed this more than anything. oh but he couldn't help but feel at least a little bad about his pretty baby just curled up in bed all day with only thoughts of them fucking to think about.
as much as he thrived off it, he couldn't resist his favorite angel forever... right?
with one leg over his broad shoulders, the mood was really set by the dark atmosphere that blew inside—cold wind entering the opened window sill as your boyfriend thrusted inside you with the pace of a hawk.
his change in rate changed drastically just to see how cute your face would corrupt; watching how your pretty little orbs would roll all the way back into your skull.
his palms were on the curves of your body whilsr groans and grunts exited his throat, reeling his head back in pleasure.
or maybe... he preferred having you bent over, pulling your ears back to see how cockdrunk you were as he gave no mercy to your poor cunt. how many rounds has it been?
you had been bent over his desk for how long? no idea. but this is definitely a lot more exciting than being just on the bed like usual. you don't know what was turning you on more, the ear-tugging or when he moaned how pretty his bunny was today.
he loves nibbling on your ears just to tease, especially if they curve towards him for easier grip/bite, he loves how sensitive they make you, not to mention if ever he's feeling like foreplay is on the table—
he's already sucking your pretty tits and playing with the fluff of your tail for the fun of it.
summary: a series of trial and error to create romantic scenarios and experience your relationship's "firsts" with kinich
chapter tags: kinich x reader, established relationship, fluff, pathetic reader, fem!reader (intended, but for this part there are no explicit mentions of feminine pronouns)
note: this will have a total of four parts with the last part being nsfw
pt.2 // pt.3 // pt.4
The day after you and Kinich had gotten together, you’d been nervous – understandably so. It was your first relationship, and to be frank, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing or supposed to be doing for that matter. In fact, you didn’t even know how you got this far in the first place – you suppose you have Mualani to thank as it was mostly her valiant efforts in playing cupid for the both of you, lest you two end up in an infinite mutual pining forever.
A month or two went by, and it eventually clicked to you, the daunting reality of how nothing notable had actually changed between your and Kinich’s interactions. When you were both free, the two of you would meet up someplace, hang out for a few hours, and leave come nightfall. Although, if you were both feeling "extra romantical", you'd spend quality time together in the secluded comfort of your respective homes. But make no mistake, because even within the confines of your private quarters, no scandalous actions would be afoot – so really, nothing about your routine together exactly differed other than a formal status change from friends to lovers.
Eventually, you realised that Kinich wasn’t really one to initiate things – and neither were you, to be fair – allowing you to take control of the pace of the relationship, unfortunate for you as you progressed at the pace of a rock. As much of a wuss you were, you still wanted to experience the sappiness that a lot of other couples experience. Thus, slowly but surely, you’ve been making small efforts to initiate the things you wished to do with him.
OPERATION ONE: HAND-HOLDING
At first, you started with hand-holding – sounds simple enough. All you needed to do was reach your hand up to his and weave your fingers together – easy, no fuss needed, just a small gesture of physical intimacy.
It’s no big deal, not a big deal at all.
And yet…
No matter how many times you tried to remind yourself of the underwhelming risks at stake, like clockwork, you’d always be moments away from going through with the act before retracting your hand away in haste; in fear that Kinich would catch you potentially fully-handed with his own.
But this time, you were not going to back down. With determination coursing through your veins, you vowed to not lower your hand even as your consciousness screams at you to do so.
You invited Kinich out to go shopping together in the market, an ingenious plan – couples hold hands all the time when they’re in public.
He was perusing through the goods in a vendor’s fruit stall; oblivious, unknowing, unsuspecting. Yes, this was it, the perfect chance to make your move.
You raised your hand to his, inching slowly, very slowly, excruciatingly slow – now, you were determined, but that didn't mean you weren’t packed with a whole lot of nerves too.
After much effort, that being your courageous attempts in fighting past the blaring alarms that told you to fall back, your pinkies were just about to graze each other’s. You could already feel it, the euphoric ecstasy you’d been waiting so long for. You inch your pinky towards his, and–
“These quenepa berries are on sale, for a good amount too, do you want them?”
He raised his fist to point at the berries displayed on the stall, the palm that you had been so painstakingly close to touching. You’d been defeated – by the undeniable allure of discounted items enticing the especially money-conscious Kinich.
“...Or we can get something else,” Kinich added after a moment of you two marinating in silence, yourself with a puzzled look.
You frantically shook your head.
“No! Sorry, I was just thinking of– uh, …work,” you felt your sanity cracking at the poor execution of an excuse. “Let’s get them! We can make some juice after.”
“Sounds good,” Kinich nodded, a warm smile etched on his lips before he diverted his attention back to the shopkeeper, quickly going back to his neutral expression.
This is fine, you thought, nothing ever works out on the first try. As that one Liyuean proverb suggests, “failure is the mother of success”. All you had to do was keep on trying and everything would work out, or so you desperately hoped. On the bright side, you still had the rest of the day to attempt your hand-holding scheme, surely, you would be able to achieve your goal by the end of your little outing.
After a light pep talk, you restored your faltering determination. That’s right – the day’s not over yet! Anything is possible.
Despite your initial resolve, you blinked and suddenly the sun had begun to hide itself away beneath the earth’s crust to which you made the depressing realization that, after a full day, you had not made any progress from whence you began.
You drawled out a long sigh, dragging your feet behind Kinich, attempting to match his pace but the weight of your defeat staggered your speed.
Nothing is possible, and everything is utterly hopeless.
“What’s wrong?” Kinich stopped in his tracks, facing you to address the very prominent slump in your demeanor.
“Sorry, Kinich,” you fiddled with your fingers, a sense of shame overcoming you. “Nothing’s wrong, I guess I’m just tired.”
At your response, a visible frown immediately formed on his face.
“No, this is different. You’re sulking. Did I do something wrong?”
“Of course not! It’s just–,” you couldn’t bring yourself to admit the fact that you simply wanted to hold his hand – so instead, as all of your options had been exhausted, you could only manage to pathetically flail your palm next to where Kinich’s hand rested.
“Oh,” through his tone of voice, it was as though you could catch the exact moment he connected the dots together. “Did you want to… hold hands?”
You didn’t know whether you should cheer or cry.
Unable to formulate any more coherent sentences, all you could manage to muster up was a sheepish nod and a meek stretch of your palm at his direction – waiting, or maybe even downright begging in silence to feel the warmth of his hand on yours.
Kinich chuckled, and for a split second, that might’ve been enough to get you to burst into tears if not for him interlocking his fingers with yours swiftly after, albeit awkwardly.
“Is this okay?” He gave you a light squeeze, still getting used to the unfamiliar feeling.
You muttered out a shy, “yes.”
“Was that why you’ve been spacing out all day? You could’ve just asked me. I wouldn't have minded,” he tugged you along gently. “C’mon, let’s hurry back so we can juice those quenepa berries.”
At the very low cost of your sanity, dignity, and self-confidence – you finally, finally, achieved the goal of holding your loved one’s hand. As Kinich walked you to your home, you couldn’t help but wish the journey back would prolong just a little bit longer.
And judging by the slower strides in Kinich’s footsteps, you have a sneaking suspicion that he too wished for the same.
syn: your college dormmate is a jerk... so why is he in your bed !?!?
an/cw: SMUT !!! same au as "player 2 (unfortunately)", no relationship established, bickering while doing the deed, unprotected sex, this is my first time writing smut so .... gLup..... cut me some slack!!!!!
read the main fic here !!
kinich swears you piss him off on purpose.
not the existing, that's already infuriating enough. it's the way you push every last button of his constantly ever since celestia has granted him the blessing of bestowing you as his roommate.
"wow," you hum, lazily checking your nails as you lean against his gaming desk while he's trying―trying―to focus on his game. "you're really bad at multitasking."
"i am literally ignoring you." kinich says flatly, eyes stuck on his pc monitor. the sound of his keyboard's click clack click clack all too familiar now to your ears.
...
...
his eyebrows furrow in worry when you're being a bit too quiet now... eyes still glued to the screen―until he catches a glimpse of your finger tapping the edge of his mechanical keyboard, way too close to the ctrl + w keys...
tap,
tap.
he growls under his breath. "touch that again and i swear―"
"and you'll what, gamerboy?" you challenge, tilting your head. too close for his comfort. his grip tightens on his mouse.
"archons, you're insufferable," he murmurs, yet he can't find it in himself to pull away.
"and yet, you're reacting anyway." you mock.
"what the hell is your problem?" kinich bites back, trying to somewhat gain even a sliver of control here now. he knows you're right, that you always somehow, always manage to get under his skin―as much as he gets in yours.
"my problem is that you think you live alone." you fire back, leaning in further. "you don't. you live with me."
...
you're both too close. you realize it first―how close you are when you notice how his jaw clenches and how his amber-green eyes are darker. he smells like your shampoo, again.
"move." you say, not stepping back.
"you're the one who should move. get out of my space." he mutters,
"make me."
neither of you move.
silence. thick. deafening.
his pc monitor goes dark from inactivity.
his gaze flickers to your lips for one second―just once, or twice.
that's all it takes before your breath is taken away by his lips crashing against yours, the sound of his gaming chair moving and fumbling fills the dorm room as he traps you against his desk―lips never leaving yours for one second.
"you're so.. annoying.." he swears under his breath, voice strained, nearly whining as you grin triumphantly. your arms lazily dangling on his shoulders.
"what's the matter, kinich? not used to a roommate who knows exactly how to piss you off and get you hard?" you taunt,
kinich swears under his breath, glaring at you. but his body betrays him; his hands grip your waist as he pulls you against him. "you think this is a game?" he growls, lips brushing against your ear.
"don't get so smug, roomie. i know exactly what you're doing, and you're not as subtle as you think." he snarls, you shiver as you feel his lips ghost against the skin of your neck.
"you think i don't notice when you wear those stupidly short shorts whenever it's just you and me, huh?" he continues, hands slightly tightening against your hips to keep you in place.
"..d-don't get ahead of yourself now, perv. you're not my type." you lie, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and somewhere else.
kinich chuckles, "you hate me, right?"
a pause, breath warm against your ear. "then why are you shaking, pretty girl?"
"s-shut up―fuck―" your voice shakes as his hips grind forward against yours, his arousal very evident against his pants.
"yeah, that's what i thought."
"i fucking hate you," you growl, yet your hands grip tighter on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"right back at you, roomie." he huffs, yet his lips are attached to your neck, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.
you despise each other.
yet you don't resist when his body starts to guide you to your bed,
...
"i fucking hate you―ah―so much..mmn!" you repeat, clinging on to his biceps, the bed creaks softly, his forehead drops against your shoulder―the pace of his hips relentless.
"yeah? you say that as if you aren't falling apart on my cock―hah.." he groans, driving into you deeper.
"shut up..!" you moan, clinging on to him for dear life.
"nnh.. maybe i should fuck that attitude of yours out of you," he snarls, pulling you closer against him as he peppers soft kisses against your collarbone.
"i'd like to see you try, jerk. ah fuck―"
"you like this, don't you? you do this on purpose." kinich says quietly, not angry, not teasing. "you know exactly how to push me."
your fingers curl deeper into his soft skin, "maybe you just don't like how easy you are, roomie." you pant,
kinich growls under his breath as your fingers brush through his dark locks and give it a tug, his pace not slowing down. "you drive me absolutely insane." he admits, voice low. his thumb brushes against your bare hips, pinning you down the messy sheets.
"and i hate that i like how you sound when you finally give in to me."
"...you shouldn't talk to me like that." you mumble, sighing when his hips roll just right against yours.
"then tell me to stop." he whispers against your jaw, placing a fleeting kiss on your skin.
you don't.
...
"good." he murmurs, "i knew you'd stay. this is all yours."
you whimper at his words, legs tightening around his waist. your nails dig into his back.
"cat got your tongue, roomie? got nothing snarky to say? didn't think i got to you this bad." kinich chuckles, his tone slightly cocky yet breathless.
"you're such an asshole, i loathe you―don't think i've forgiven you for always using my damn shampoo―mh, faster―"
kinich obeys, the bed creaking louder. "there it is, that mouth. archons, you look real pretty when you're annoyed. makes it hard to remember we're supposed to hate each other." he pants,
his mouth crashes into yours again. desperate, rough, like he's making a point he's been holding back for months.
your breath tangles with his, the world narrows down to the heat and closeness within the walls of your dorm room, and the way neither of you knows how to stop.
"you're gonna act like a brat, huh? you're gonna do it while i'm inside of you." he groans.
you let out a cry when you feel him go deeper. "kinich!"
"yeah? just like that, doll? you like it so much you'd let the entire dorm hear, huh?" kinich taunts, his long fingers kissing against your thighs, keeping you open.
"tsk, you're the one being too loud! a-arrogant bastard,"
"still pretending this doesn't affect you?" he huffs, voice low.
"lie better, roomie." kinich snarls, giving a hard thrust to prove his point.
"fuck―kin'..!" you sob as he hits just the right spot again. "that's it.. take it, i'll always keep coming back to you." kinich murmurs, pounding into you harder.
"i can't..! too good, 's too much―"
"shh, i got you."
and you let go, entire body shaking as your arms wrap around his neck tightly.
kinich shivers as he feels your release against him, making a mess on his pelvis and sheets, his thrusts now uneven and desperate.
"fuck, you feel so good. such a good girl, love you―'m gonna cum.. shit!" kinich whimpers, letting out a heavenly moan as his arms around you tighten.
somewhere between the breathless accusations, muttered curses, and name calling, you both lose track of who started it.
you pant as you feel his body weight slack on top of yours, spent.
the dorm falls silent.
no keyboard clacking, no stupid game music, no bickering. (for now).
just the sound of you and kinich catching your breaths,
you hear someone down the hall, a door slamming, someone laughing. life continues―while the two of you lay there bare, tangled in the aftermath of a mistake neither of you will admit to making.
"..so," you weakly say, voice hoarse, a hickey or two definitely starting to bloom on your neck. and his, too.
"...that happened." he mutters, still laid on top of you.
"you literally almost broke my bed frame."
"i'm just that good."
"...you're unbelievable."
kinich gets off of you, and the last thing you hear is him rummaging around the room, along with the feeling of him cleaning your thighs and his arm slithering around your waist before your vision fades to black, exhausted.
...
kinich wakes up first.
the birds are chirping, the sunlight bleeds through the blinds of your windows catching on to your skins, sheets messy. he's still half-asleep, until he blinks and realizes you're right there.
on top of him.
curled into him.
bare.
just in a blanket, asleep.
one leg is thrown over his waist like you've been doing this every day for years instead of... whatever the hell last night was.
he freezes, sore.
archons.
fuCk.
this is bad, this is really bad.
your face is pressed against his collarbone right on the spot where you left a scarlet hickey, hair tickling his jaw. his arm is just thrown over your waist as if it belongs there. he doesn't make an effort to move.
"..ugh.." you groan, slowly stirring awake as the soreness from last night comes to slap you straight across the face.
...
you're about to say something until you feel something poke against your thigh. you freeze, he freezes.
"for fuCK SAKE KINICH―what is wrong with you put that thing away!" you scramble, pulling the blanket close to your naked chest―
kinich groans, tilting his head back against the pillow. "i can't juST DO THAT..!"
"...and you weren't complaining about it last night―" he adds.
"archons, you are the worst roommate in the world actually," you groan, wacking a pillow over him that he blocks, laughing. "uhuh, as if you weren't just clinging to me awhile ago."
you push yourself up just enough to glare at him. "i am not clinging."
he raises a brow.
you huff, "don't get smug, this was clearly a lapse in judgement."
"on your part." he says immediately
"oh please, you kissed me first." you scoff.
"you were messing with my keyboard."
"excuses, excuses." you taunt.
a few seconds of silence fill the room.
"...whatever happened last night doesn't mean anything." he mutters.
"oh, absolutely." you agree, "i'd hate to think you're getting attached, i still hate your stupid games, and your stupid gaming chair. and your stupid face."
"good," he says too quickly, clearing his throat. "because i still think you're annoying. and distracting. and―"
he stops.
you raise a brow, "and?"
"nevermind." he grunts.
"...i can name one thing you loved about me from last night." he adds, smirking.
"one more word and i'll kill you." you snarl.
"round 2 after breakfast?"
you smack him square in the face with a pillow.
you're still enemies. you're pretty sure of that. you'll go back to arguing over shampoo, chores, who ate the last pack of ramen, and who gets to shower first after you both get out of this bed.
but his hand find yours under the sheets anyway.
just for a second. just this time, and you don't pull away.
speaking to you with a heavy and painful heart. I am sorry that I had to ask for help from you, but what we are living is what pushed me to do this. I was living a beautiful, quiet life, enjoying the time I spend with my grandchildren and seven daughters.
Imagine waking up to find that your world has changed in a moment, and you have lost your security and peace, and your home has been destroyed, and you have become homeless and living in conditions that no human being can bear. I suffer from chronic diseases, high blood pressure and diabetes. My medication has run out for some time and I am facing difficulty in obtaining it in light of the lack of treatment in hospitals and health centers. Most of the time I cannot feel my limbs, but I am trying to resist. I do not want to die in such circumstances. I still have hope that this war will end and we will rebuild our beautiful and beloved country again and live in safety. I believe in divine power and justice and that all this pain will go away.
I am trying to endure these difficult conditions that I live in inside a small tent and a bathroom a few meters away from my tent and you know the conditions of diabetics in this case but once again there is still hope. I used to live at the expense of my daughters but with all sadness and regret they have all lost their homes and places of work and they have no source of income left and their situation is like that of any Gazan who is still inside Gaza struggling with death, hunger, diseases and extreme heat each one struggling to feed his children I cannot ask them for help so I have resorted to you and I am fully confident in your humanity to help me so that I can provide food and treatment and provide a better tent than the one I live in because it is torn and the place is full of insects. If I can provide treatment, I want to continue my life and see my grandchildren grow up around me. I don’t want to go now. I know that I don’t have as much life left as I have, but I have the right to live and enjoy this. Please don’t hesitate to help your mother who has come to you with a heavy and sad heart. Every dollar will make a difference in my life. Don’t leave me to live this pain. I appreciate what you are doing for every Palestinian inside and outside Gaza. I pray to God that you don’t go through what we are going through, my beloved.
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“please, oh god—” he wants so, so badly to just ram his hips up into you and finally get that salvation you’ve been dangling in front of his face like a slab of meat, but no, he’s such a good boy, and he’ll… he’ll do as he’s told… with some struggle, of course, because it’s never smooth sailing with him. “so tight— c-come on, my love, can I fuck you…?” he pants, tongue lulled out as if he were some dog in heat.
perched on his lap, sucking his cock in deep so effortlessly has him clawing at the chairs arm rests. toes curled, breath short, scara leans forward and presses his chest to your back, lips to your neck.
you sigh, adjusting, moulding your warm insides around his length like plaster. “i have work to do… be patient and take what i’m giving you.” you murmur, barely hearing pen to paper as his ragged whines fill your ears. he sobs, his fingers moving to grip your thighs to try and lift you up and down, but you interrupt by placing your feet over his, keeping you grounded.
he sucks on your neck, literally salivating as he drools all over your skin, soaking your shirts colar. he doesn’t care, in too deep, too blinded by pleasure to spew his apologies. but what’s the point? he’s always so messy.
“baby, angel, sweetheart—” a groan escapes him, silencing his string of endearments he wants to shove down your throat. “love you so much, everything to me, so tight and wet…” he sniffles, circling his arms around your midriff, holding you tightly.
his hair is sticking to his face, sweat glistening his skin. he feels sticky. he feels hot: but oh god the way you hold his cock so deeply inside shakes all those yucky feelings away, because he can only focus on the way your womb just entices his cock deeper.
you gaze over your shoulder, watching him loose himself in pleasure. bite marks below his lip from his sharp canines. tears merging together on top of his eyelids. the radiant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck. gosh, what a mess. you almost feel bad.
unfortunately, not bad enough to do something about it.
“be good and patient, kuni. i have to finish my work.”
he sobs, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he nods absentmindedly.
“o-okay, sorry.. i’m sorry, i’ll be a good boy. i swear—”
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albedo is busy talking to you about his latest experiments, wrapping his jacket around you to ensure you don't get cold while resting at his lab. maybe he didn't notice the sneaky glances you set from his ocean eyes to his lips.
"and so... it basically recreated a somewhat circle of-" peck! ...
"huh?"
he doesn't which feeling is more dominant; flushed or confused. yet he won't complain too much, displaying a simple smile as he slowly blinks with confusion, lovingly at least.
alhaitham happened to be ranting about a drunkard he spotted at the bar he and his friends (cyno, tighnari, & kaveh) went to while playing TCG, cyno's treat.
but when it truly sinks in that you had just kissed him, he wished you had kept it for a little longer. honestly was very close to leaning back in and letting it lead to something else, but he wouldn't let his pride down. deciding on giving a smirk, and poking one of your cheeks.
"what was that for, hmm?"
capitano is secretly someone who talks a ton when you get to know him despite his cold exterior, he's very fond of getting to tell you about his day, not being able to necessarily tell anyone (other than pierro)
before you could pull away from the simple peck on his crusted lips- it's almost immediate that he pulls you back in, giving you barely any time to breathe. simply leaning in more to the kiss, a hand behind your head grasping your hair to prevent you from getting away. it's alright, he loves a chase.
"trying to tease me, my love?" a deep, dark chuckle emits from his raspy throat as he runs a hand down your spine, from your scalp to your back, his eyes pierced you with love.
childe is sooo obviously cheeky about this, his teasing is inevitable when you're the one initiating this. yet he finds himself so stunned from the whole thing, he could feel the blush creep up from his neck already.
he was busy telling you about his previous adventures, trying to impress you and show off his strength, yet the only thing he was able to see from how you looked at him, you were set on your lips on his.
"a- ahh... ahem. feeling uhh... bold i see."
wriothesley is in the category of chasing your lips, trying to immediately reel you back into the peck you caused. pulling you in by your waist so you can't escape his touch. he can't say he wasn't used to your teasing, but this time he wanted you to taste your own medicine.
holding you close, until the very line of saliva that connected both of your lips finally broke apart, it was your turn to be flushed with embarrassment.
"oh, look who's all blushy now."
neuvillette is the one who's stunned this time, yet his hands trail back to yours before you can step away a little too far, his eyes telling you everything that you need to know.
"don't run away now, c'mon..."
his smile was soft and genuine, he felt himself trying to lean in further into your touch, so he could stay asleep forever in your arms. he lands another kiss on your lips. he loves to express how much he loves you, yet he doesn't know how to apply and put it out there.
dainsleif found himself leaning back in almost immediately, he didn't wanna run away from you giving him affection out of everything. his cold fingertips trailing up your nape, a soft grasp on your hair (a bold move indeed!)
"...is that the berry flavored chapstick i bought you last week?"
he loves to notice the little things on you, he knows you appreciate it as well, a loving smile, his eyes equally just as loving, staring at you, and only you.
diluc won't admit the deep-seated embarrassment that envelops him. at first, the warm flush spread from his neck to his cheeks, yet he could notice the very same for you. trying to play it cool, his arm that encircles your waist, drawing you in with a tender grip.
"i suppose this isn’t how I imagined our evening would go,"
his voice was strained, maybe his paperwork could wait till later.
kinich is one of those who pulls you in by the waist, yet finds himself almost too flushed to go through with it. not that he doesn't want to, he's scared that you wouldn't want the same, yet he finds himself leaning in the same way you were, just to taste you again.
"leaving me so soon, you're mean."
ajaw calls you both corny as he comes back from a little walk (with certified dog walker mualani). you could hear a "human! take me back to where we whence came!" (the springs nearby) as you let out a chuckle. a sigh from kinich, he'll have to train him to be a little nicer.
xiao can barely comprehend what you just did. his cheeks flushed with teal. and to give context, it's canon that xiao's blood/insides are all teal- so when he blushes, it's teal, I did a bit of research on this :P but think of it how you will!
he argued that you shouldn't go out tonight, he can handle himself! yet... maybe your little kiss was a little.. maybe very convincing.
"y- you think this will change my mind about all of this, huh?"
Kinich is not the most humble guy when it comes to setting hours to Ajaw's timeout and Ajaw hates it to the core. He hates it so much that he counts every single second until he can leave that stupid place and Kinich knows it, which is why he almost always prepares to have the pixelated dinosaur flying around him, screaming how reliefed he is to be out again... but not when he's fucking you.
Kinich is raw. He'll fuck you for hours in many kind of positions until he's made sure that your are full of him without emiting a single, clear moan. It's all whispers of praise and hums done inside his throat. It's not because he doesn't enjoy that kind of activity, he actually enjoys it like you're gonna die tomorrow, after all, he even manages to lose track of time, no matter how perfect he is with timing.
"Ahhh!!! Feels so good to be out aga-" Little Ajaw suddenly popped out from Kinich's back very excited to be out, but before he could start doing little 'celebration' dance where he’d just twerk his buttocks around, the scene and sounds below him made his whole tiny body freeze, to a point where half his forehead was blue due to the shock.
"A-Ajaw..?!" You moaned his name out in despair, using all the strength you had left to try angling your intimate body parts away from Ajaw's big eyes, but you can’t ‘un-view’ things unfortunately.
Kinich didn't even realize Ajaw's presence at first, so he got confused when you said that and turned to his back him right away, already ready to act tough on the poor dinosaur who was witnessing raw human breeding.
"Leave." Kinich scolded him with an annoyed voice tone, trying to censor your body from him by hugging you closer to his chest, but not a single muscle of his face moved as he did so, neither did he stop thrusting your swollen cunt, going back at staring at your pathetic sex face as soon as he was done ordering the pixel around.
Ajaw's jaw trembled some times, probably trying to find something to respond, but the view he was witnessing of his servant’s dick being so roughly inserted in such an angelic and modest woman like you to a point where you were all naked and broken into a hungry slut with sweaty hair, a creampie in your belly and so many marks of bites, hickeys and handprints all over you done by Kinich, was making him so uncomfortable that he just flew back to his timeout zone. Yes, he went to timeout on his own just because he was that uncomfortable. Just the fact that his servant knew what sex in the first place bothered him! You and Kinich seemed so modest talking to each other that in his eyes you two would never be able to do such carnal activity, especially a kinky one.
"K-Kinich! S-Slow down-! I-I just came, please!"
Were the last words he heard from Tevyat before he was back to his little pixelated jungle realm.
Silly little thought about Kinich before I finish my actual next post 😋
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Hat Guy's ASMR Commissions: S Tier | [Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader]
Summary:
Subject: Your Commission For [Guided Masturbation Audio - 30 minute session]
In which your asshole best friends order a commission from your favorite ASMR artist, and it's a lot more NSFW than you were expecting.
"From this moment on, you’re going to follow my directions. I’d say “if you fail to, you’ll be punished” but we both know you’re probably just another people pleaser who will do whatever I say, as long as you know it will make me happy. But fair warning–I won’t be happy until you’re so fucked out you can’t speak a coherent word.”
Content: Smut, Guided Masturbation, Toy Use, Name Calling, Degradation/Humiliation, fem!reader
Word Count: 6.5k
Note: this is kind of an untraditional smut, so just keep that in mind lol
“Sweetheart…you really need to find some way to relax.”
“I agree. If you don’t release your tension, it’ll do a number on your health.”
You really appreciate Lisa and Yae being so concerned for you, but…
“I know. It’s just…not that easy for me.”
By now, in theory, you should have figured out some better coping mechanisms and ways to destress, but alas.
Taking a book from the return bin, Lisa scans it, and then places it onto the go-back cart.
“Well, have you tried getting off?”
Her suggestion makes you jerk, your head swiveling as you glance around the library to see if anyone nearby has overheard. At your side, Yae giggles.
“Calm down…finals have just ended. No one is in the library anymore—they’re out partying.”
You sigh.
You suppose she’s right. The only reason you three are here is because Lisa is working the closing shift, and because Yae had insisted that you come along to the library with her to keep Lisa company.
“Traditional porn, a good adult novel, ASMR—all would be good options,” Lisa continues.
“I’m not really into porn right now, and I don’t think I have the bandwidth to focus on a book,” you say, resting your cheek in your palm. “As for ASMR…I’m not a big fan. I’ve really only discovered one creator that I like…”
“Oh?”
Now that piques their interest.
“What’s their name?”
“He goes by “Hat Guy” on twitter,” you tell them. “He mostly just…posts audio responses to dumb takes, or makes ASMR mocking other ASMR trends, but his voice is nice, and he has a small fan base…despite him kind of being a little shit.”
“How cute,” Lisa laughs while Yae pulls out her phone.
“Well, then…since it sounds like he doesn’t have any relaxing content, maybe you should just go home and take a nice bath. Did you ever use that bath bomb I got you for your birthday?”
“No,” you mumble sheepishly. At your side, Yae taps your knee.
“Lisa is right. Go home and have a bath. I’ll keep her company until she’s done.”
You raise your eyebrows in surprise.
“Are you sure…? I just got here like half an hour ago and now you want me to go home?”
“I just think some “you” time would be good,” she tells you with a smile. You pout your lips, but ultimately decide that…maybe she’s right.
“Fine, I’ll head home and rest, then.”
“Good girl,” Yae responds, patting your ass when you bend over to grab your backpack. You narrow your eyes at her, but aren’t truly mad.
“Be careful on your walk home~,” Lisa says as you start towards the exit. You wave at them both over your shoulder, and then leave the building.
A few seconds after your departure, Lisa turns to Yae.
“Alright, what did you find that you didn’t want Y/N to know about?”
Yae grins, loving that Lisa has already caught on.
“Look—”
She gets up from her seat and leans over to show Lisa her phone screen.
“I found Hat Guy’s twitter and saw that he’s accepting commissions, and look at one of the options~”
She points to something, and Lisa’s eyes hurriedly scan the text in front of her.
When she has finished reading, she grins.
“Oh, my…well, that’s certainly tempting.”
“I was thinking maybe we can give it to Y/N as a… “you survived finals! Use this to relax” type present. Since she’s always doing thoughtful things for us when we’re swamped.”
Lisa smiles, putting a thoughtful finger to her lips.
“I agree. She’s brought us so many cups of tea over the last few months. It’s the least we can do.”
“Good,” Yae says with a nod, immediately clicking on the commission link.
“She deserves a little…fun.”
Between the end of the previous semester, and the start of the new one, your University has generously given you a long weekend.
4 days, to be exact.
Most of this long weekend you spend doing the chores you’ve put off, and working a few shifts at your job.
It’s only by some grace that you end up with Sunday off. One final day to try and relax before classes begin tomorrow…
You do your best to make the most of it—mindlessly scrolling tiktok, folding some clothes, debating if you should order food out, and ultimately deciding against it, since you just went grocery shopping…
All in all, it’s a pretty mundane day.
…at least, until the icon for your email app appears at the top of your phone screen, and you swipe down the notification to see the title:
Subject: Your Commission For [Guided Masturbation Audio - 30 minute session]
Immediately, you freeze.
Surely, this is a spam email that’s somehow made it through the cracks. Because you definitely haven’t ordered such a thing.
Yet, despite your doubts at the validity of the email, you still click on it—wanting to read the contents before banishing it to your spam folder.
Dear Recipient,
Attached to this email is an mp3 file available for you to download. This file was requested and paid for by “Fox and Witch”, and is being sent to you directly at their request.
Please do not distribute this anywhere else on social media, as this is my copyrighted content.
If there is any issue with the quality of the file, please let me know.
Have fun.
-Hat Guy
Note:
Toys Needed = Dildo, Clitoral Vibrator or Wand
…you must have knocked your head on something earlier and are currently hallucinating.
Because there is NO WAY there’s an email from HAT GUY in your inbox. And that said email is for…for…
Well, you remember seeing a link on his profile about commissions, but you’d never clicked on it to see more than that. There’s no chance he’s out here telling people how to get off, though, right…?
With a warm face, you scan the email again. And then a third time.
You can only assume “Fox and Witch” are Yae and Lisa. And you did just tell them that you like Hat Guy’s content…
You bite your lip, staring at the mp3 file.
There’s just no way…
Hesitantly, you click on it.
“Hmph. You must be really desperate if your friends were willing to pay for a half hour of my time. Most people are satisfied with 10-15 minutes, but no…they knew you’d need longer than that.”
Oh…fuck.
Something in your tummy flips.
That’s him, alright.
You’ve never heard him talk like that before, but it’s definitely him…you could never mistake that haughty, belittling tone.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, your gaze once again finding the title of the email.
Guided Masturbation.
If you’re not wrong, that means if you hit play, and keep listening, it’ll probably be a lot of Hat Guy telling you what to do…how to touch yourself.
Just thinking about such a thing makes more blood rush to your head—embarrassment blooming in your chest.
Sure, the idea of him bossing you around isn’t exactly unappealing. You’re sure he’d be…less than nice, and maybe even a little sadistic, and perhaps call you a few rude names, but—
You groan and place your phone face down on the table beside you.
“Nope, I can’t—I—”
Standing up from your couch, you trudge into your kitchen.
It’s dinner time—you need to make dinner.
You try to keep your thoughts from straying to your temporarily abandoned phone, and the email that’s sitting in your inbox—but it’s literally impossible.
Still, you manage to cook yourself a meal, and even partake in a little alcoholic drink. (Just because you’re treating yourself, and definitely not because you want to ease your nerves a bit.)
Once you’ve finished eating, you clean all your dishes, and then return to the couch. Your gaze strays to your phone, but you don’t pick it up—instead deciding to grab the TV remote.
You make it approximately 25 minutes into a movie before you can’t take it anymore.
Hitting the pause button, you throw the remote on the couch beside you and then snatch up your phone—alighting from the couch.
You grab your headphones on the way to your bedroom, and pop them into your ears only after you’ve gathered your dildo and vibrator.
Maybe this audio won’t be as hot as you’re assuming, and you’ll end up not wanting to touch yourself, but…better to have everything prepared just in case, right?
Taking a deep breath, you hit play.
The track restarts from the beginning.
“Hmph. You must be really desperate if your friends were willing to pay for a half hour of my time. Most people are satisfied with 10-15 minutes, but no…they knew you’d need longer than that.”
“I also hear you’re quite the little masochist—but I could have assumed that, considering it’s me that you’re soaking your panties over. Just another slut who wants to be bullied, huh.”
You huff at his words, glaring at your phone screen.
Did Lisa and Yae tell him your kinks or something?? Those bitches.
“Well, you’re in luck, because from this moment on, you’re going to follow my directions. I’d say “if you fail to, you’ll be punished” but we both know you’re probably just another people pleaser who will do whatever I say, as long as you know it will make me happy.”
Dammit, why is he right—
“But fair warning—I won’t be happy until you’re so fucked out you can’t speak a coherent word.”
With a shaking finger, you pause the audio.
You hate to admit it, but his words—the way he’s speaking to you—is already making you wet.
You really, truly want him to bully you, and use you like a little toy.
So, guess that means you’re doing this.
Throwing any caution and shame to the wind, you hit the play button again.
“Now…where to begin? I always like to start with an inspection. Take off your clothes, but leave your panties on. I’m not going to bid your needy pussy any attention just yet.”
You obediently do as he says, stripping yourself of your clothing until you’re left only in your panties.
“It’s unfortunate I’m not there to survey those titties in person, so you’ll just have to feel them up for me. Go ahead and grope yourself. Take a minute and massage your chest…I want to see if you’ll get wet from that alone. Although, you’re probably wet already just from my voice, aren’t you, slut?”
You click your tongue at that last part, (hating that he’s right), but nonetheless bring your hands to your chest.
You cup your titties, and begin squeezing them—feeling the soft flesh beneath your fingers.
“Good, keep going—squeeze a little harder now. Ah…I bet your nipples want to be touched, huh? Start teasing them, then—just enough to get them hard. I’ll give you 10 seconds—that should be enough.”
For some reason, the challenge of accomplishing a task within a certain time limit makes your pussy throb, and very quickly, you move your pointer fingers over your nipples—rubbing them lightly, and coaxing them to a peak.
You’re ashamed to admit it, but they manage to get hard in the 10 second pause he gives you…
“Wow, look at that…what greedy titties you have—responding as I say, eager to be played with. Pinch your nipples and roll them between your fingers. Find the motion that feels best, and do it over and over again, until I tell you to stop.”
Resting your breasts in your palms, you pinch your nipples between your fingers—rolling and tugging them.
Your eyes flutter shut as you touch yourself, each purposeful little tweak of your nipples causing your spine to twitch, and your pussy to clench.
It’s been too long since you’ve touched yourself like this…
By the time Hat Guy’s voice fills your ears once more, your nipples have started to get sore.
“Okay, stop there. I bet your cunt has started quivering, but I hope you know it’ll still be a while before I give you the chance to cum…unless, you somehow managed to orgasm from playing with just your titties? If that’s the case, congratulations! You’re the most needy and pathetic whore I’ve played with. So pathetic that I’ll give you a pass, and won’t even punish you for cumming without permission.”
The thought of being able to cum from nipple play alone makes you feel even more aroused, much to your chagrin—
“Now, let’s inspect that dirty pussy of yours. Spread your legs, and pull your panties down to your knees. I want you to stare at the crotch of your panties and feel ashamed at the wet spot I know is there.”
Taking a deep breath, you hook your fingers around your panties and tug them down your thighs.
As you spread your feet apart, you end up staring at the crotch of your panties—your lips pressing together when you notice there is, indeed, a very noticeable wet spot.
“Next, bend over. As low as you can go, with your legs still apart. I want to see everything.”
Locking your fingers together, you hesitate for a brief second before you bend over—feeling a strain in your leg muscles as you hit the point where you can’t bend anymore.
In this position, you know that you’re on full display.
“Look at you, presenting yourself to me…you really don’t have any shame, do you? If I were there, I’d be grabbing you and forcing you open wider, but since I’m not, you can do it for me! Grab your ass cheeks with both hands, and spread.”
Breathing a little shakily, you do your best to reach behind you and spread yourself. You feel your asshole clench as you do so, and the involuntary action maddens you, considering Hat Guy’s next words are—
“Such a tight little hole…I bet it’s twitching.”
“Is it nervous, or hoping for an intrusion? Either way, anal is not the objective of today’s session, so let’s move back to your pussy. Go ahead and spread your folds with your hand. You have permission to bend over with your chest to your bed, if you feel your blood rushing to your head from bending down so low. And if you're not by your bed…where the fuck are you listening to this audio? In your car, or a bathroom stall? Pervert.”
That little quip at the end makes you smile, even as you stand up and move yourself to your bed.
You find it a little endearing how he’s bossing you around, but still managing to be somewhat considerate. You suppose maybe there is more to him than just being a brat on the internet.
Anyway—
Reaching one hand back between your legs, you slide your fingers between the folds of your pussy and spread them—opening yourself up as if he were there to inspect you.
“Now, rub your fingers at your entrance—feel how slick you’ve gotten…honestly, you should feel ashamed. Getting so wet for a no-face internet stranger.”
Sure, your panties were a little wet, but that doesn’t mean—
You move your fingers to your entrance—freezing at the amount of sticky arousal you feel.
You...honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve gotten this wet.
“Smear the slick around your pussy, and make sure to get your clit. That’s where we’re headed next.”
You do as he says, perhaps a smidge overly excited that you now seem to be entering the main course.
As your fingers ghost over your clit, your pussy shudders.
“Bet you just clenched in excitement, huh?”
How does he fucking know—?!
“I'll be nice and will let you use two fingers. Press the pads of your fingers to your clit, and start making circular motions. Slow. 1…2…3…just like that.”
Breathing deep, you begin rubbing your clit with your fingers—repeating his count in your head, and following his pace.
With each pass of your fingers, your walls squeeze tighter.
“You probably want to rush, or grind your hips on your fingers…but you shouldn't be acting so desperate just yet, so be a good girl and keep going.”
Huffing, you obey his command,
He goes silent for a few beats, really giving you a minute to continue hopelessly teasing yourself.
By the time he next speaks, a needy exhale is leaving your lips—heady arousal truly being to pool in your lower tummy.
“Now you can go faster. Rub your clit to the beat of your heart. I assume it's racing, so you should be moving your hand a bit faster than before.”
You haven’t really noticed before now, but your heart is certainly beating much faster than normal…
The steady, yet swift thump of your heart is felt throughout your body the more you focus on it, and you quickly adjust your pace.
A breathy little sigh leaves your lips—your brows pinching together.
You want to cum.
“I wonder if you're close already, just from your fingers on your clit…haha. If you are, remember—you don't get to cum until I say so. So if you're close to cumming, edge yourself. Get right to the edge of your orgasm, and then stop. I'll give you 10 seconds after that to collect yourself, but then you have to keep going.”
Oh, fuck…
You suppose you should have realized that edging might be part of the equation, especially during a 30 minute session.
And, unfortunately, the thought of edging yourself for him makes you even hornier—pushing you closer to your first climax—or, well, edge.
“I bet you're probably thinking that 10 seconds isn't very long…that when you start again, you'll still be right at the brink of your orgasm, and will have to keep edging over, and over…hah, well…that's your own fault for being so hopeless.”
“Now, I'll let you set the pace. Find the rhythm and motion against your clit that makes you feel the best…you're going to keep that up for 1 minute—and remember, no cumming.”
Dammit—
By now, your lips are fully parted—quick little breaths fanning in front of your face and warming the sheets of your mattress.
You don’t want to edge, you want to cum, but he won’t let you—
“Also, why don't you go ahead and count aloud? I assume you're in private, so it shouldn't be an issue to let out your voice. And if you're not, well…I guess people will get to hear what a debauched whore you are.”
If this were 10 minutes ago, you’d surely blush and hesitate to follow his command.
But now…now you’re a little closer to being the debauched whore he’s calling you.
“I'll count with you so you don't rush it. 60…59…58…57—”
With headphones in, you hear your own voice in your head—mingling with his.
His, unwavering, with a hint of mockery. Yours…quiet, and struggling to stay on beat.
You clit throbs beneath your fingers, and there’s a familiar flutter of your walls, despite your pussy currently being empty.
You’re getting close.
“I can only imagine how sinful you look right now…oh, right. Where was I? Hmm…let's just pick up from 30.”
Motherfucker—
You let your face drop into your sheets, your thighs tightening and knees shaking.
Fuck, you wanna cum. You know you can’t—know it’s not allowed yet, but—!
“5…4…3…2…1. Stop moving your hand.”
Perfect timing. Right at the edge of an orgasm—you pull your hand away.
You take a second to try and catch your breath while ignoring the unfulfilled ache between your legs.
“Your pussy must be throbbing, huh? Lucky for you, as your benevolent master, I’ll let you stuff it full. Grab your dildo and get on your bed on your knees.”
“Also, I assume you're soaked by now, but if not, and you need additional lubrication, use lube.”
You glance behind you at your dresser, where your bottle of lube sits, but ultimately don’t grab it.
By now, you’re sure you can do without.
Grabbing your dildo, you climb onto your bed, and obediently get on your knees.
“Now, sit up and position the dildo beneath you. Rub the head between your folds, and then settle it at your entrance.”
You do as he says—a shiver of excitement raking up your spine as the tip of your dildo unexpectedly flicks against your clit while you get it into position.
“I'm going to give you 3 seconds to take it fully inside of you…What? I did say we'll be stuffing you full, and with how needy you clearly are, I figured I'm doing you a favor by letting you take it all in!”
Oh. That’s—
“So, I'll count to three. Oh, and if your dildo is too big, and you're scared to sink down onto it all at once, well…that's your own fault for biting off more than you can chew. But, I'm sure that greedy pussy will take anything it can get.”
It will.
“Ready?”
You take a trembling breath.
“3, 2, 1—!”
In one swift motion, you spread your thighs and sink down onto the dildo.
When the head bumps against the deepest part of you, you can’t help but gasp—the sound positively lewd.
“Ahhh…fuck. You made a cute sound, didn't you? How precious…now you're stuffed to the brim with dick, as you should be.”
Yes, this is exactly how you’re meant to feel…just a little slut who will do anything to cum for him.
Yet, despite his harsh instructions, he seems to pause for a second, giving you a chance to acclimate to the intrusion.
How cute.
“Why don't we start slow…I want you to lift your hips until just the tip of the dildo is inside of you, and then grind back down on it. Up…and down…up—”
To aid in the motion, you place your hands flat on the mattress in front of you, and then begin moving your hips.
Up…and down…
Your walls clench around the dildo, practically begging for more, but the man currently using you as his personal toy clearly isn’t inclined to give you such a thing.
At least, not immediately.
If you had to guess, he makes you continue at this slow, teasing pace for at least 2 minutes—your muscles beginning to strain as you resist going any faster.
Then, his voice fills your ears once again. You nearly sigh with relief.
“I hope your thighs aren't burning yet, because now we're going to pick up the pace. Imagine the gallop of a horse's hooves. I want you to grind on each downbeat. No need to make big motions—just grind on your dildo how you'd grind your pussy on my cock if I was there.”
If he were here, you’d wanna grind on his dick until he’s moaning louder than you are—
“Fuck…”
Fingers curling into the sheets, you find your new rhythm—the sound of your wet pussy beginning to fill the quiet room outside your headphones.
Sweat starts to bead on your brow—the arousal inside of you searing hotter, and your muscles getting tighter.
“I wonder if you can cum from internal stimulation alone…try to find your g-spot if you haven't already. I want you to bully it with your dildo.”
You can practically hear the grin in his words.
Repositioning yourself, you find the angle that better allows you to rub that sensitive little spot inside you.
Almost immediately, a whine rips from your throat.
“Now…I'm going to issue you a challenge. I'll count down from 60 seconds again. During that 60 seconds, you're free to cum. So try your best, okay, slut?”
Please, you want to cum, but you don’t know if 60 seconds will be enough—
“60…59…58…”
Dammit—
With his challenge invigorating you, you continue messily grinding your hips.
Each pass of your dildo against your g-spot causes your pussy to shiver, and your thighs to shake—your orgasm creeping closer.
“33…32…31…”
A desperate sound slips past your lips, your eyebrows knitting together.
You want to cum.
You want to cum.
You want to cum, but—
You drop down onto your dildo roughly, almost in a pouting manner.
You need more time.
As soon as your climax finally begins to build—your walls clenching down on your dildo—Hat Guy reaches the end of his countdown.
“3…2…1…so…did you cum? Either way, I'm sure your legs are shaking. I wouldn't doubt that your sheets are getting soiled by your arousal, either.”
“Well, whether you came or not, don't worry—there's still more opportunities to orgasm yet to come! That being said, set your dildo to the side, and grab your vibrator instead.”
Exhaling, you manage to lift up your hips, and your dildo slips out of you.
It flops onto your sheets, glistening with your arousal.
Your pussy mourns the loss.
Setting your dildo to the side, you grab your vibrator instead.
“You can go ahead and lay on your back. I'll give your knees a break…isn't that nice of me? You should say “thank you”.”
You clench your jaw as you roll onto your back, your eyes squinting at the ceiling.
There’s no way he’s serious, right? Counting is one thing, but thanking someone who isn’t here?
“Huh? Did you think that was just a suggestion? Go on.”
You wet your lips with your tongue.
“...thank you.”
There’s a brief second of silence, and then—
“...pfft, hahaha! If you actually did just say it aloud, you're more of an obedient people pleaser than I thought. What a precious little cock-sleeve.”
You want to punch him—
“Anyway, I haven't let you cum from your clit yet. I bet by now it's engorged and begging for attention…go ahead and put your vibrator on your clit. Turn it on low.”
The fact that even just touching your clit causes you to jolt proves that his words are correct.
Hitting the power button, you turn your vibrator on a low setting, and almost instantly—the orgasm that had started to fade away flares back to life.
“Good…I'll let you keep it there for a little while. Actually…I'm gonna go get some water. God knows how upset you'd be if my voice suddenly gave out and I couldn't give you permission to cum—”
You hear the sound of a chair being alighted from, and footsteps padding away from the mic.
“This little motherfucker—,” you pant, your chest heaving.
You gently rub your vibrator around your clit—hoping that doing so will help you delay the orgasm that’s building—but it’s impossible to avoid.
After another minute, you can’t put it off any longer.
Your body tenses, your pussy tightening, and—
You tear the vibrator away from your clit.
If he were here, you think you’d honestly start to beg him for mercy. Of course, you’re sure he’d say that’s practically your first true edge, and you’re just being a little baby, but still.
You start the countdown from 10 in your head, and once it’s done, put your vibrator back on your clit.
Your entire body jolts as the pleasure that had been denied snaps back to attention.
You’re gonna have to edge again—
“How are you holding out? Did you edge at all—just from the vibrator being on low? At the very least, I bet you're squirming and panting.”
“Now, listen closely. I'm going to make you an offer.”
If his offer involves you cumming, you’ll do whatever it takes.
“I'm going to let you cum with the vibrator still on low—assuming you can. This time I'll be generous and will give you 90 seconds, even. But here's the catch. At the end of this session, you will be cumming. So if your begging cunt blots out any logic in your brain, and you decide to cum now, and then feel it's “too much” later, well. That'll be your own fault. Even if you're overstimulated, you'll be cumming again, so choose wisely.”
“Either way, you need to keep the vibrator on your clit for another 90 seconds. You just need to decide if you're cumming or edging. Get ready. To spice it up, this time I'm not counting aloud—I'll just tell you when to stop. So if you're planning on cumming, try not to waste any time. Because if I say stop and you're right there, I doubt you’ll be very happy. Now, begin.”
Risking an overstimulated orgasm after this is a dangerous game, but—
You press the vibrator harder against your clit.
You need to cum—you don’t care about anything else right now.
Your free hand grabs at your breast—your toes curling, and your heart racing.
Your back arches off the bed, a symphony of miniscule whines and gasps falling from your lips.
Then, the tension inside of you reaches its limit, and snaps.
Your voice catches in your throat—your body spasming as waves of pleasure rock you.
You keep the vibrator on your clit to draw them out as long as you can, but after a few long beats, Hat Guy’s voice fills your ears once again.
“Stop—that's time. So…did you cum? I wish I could see the state of you…I bet you're starting to look all fucked out. We're already at the 20 minute mark, after all.”
You can’t believe it’s already been 20 minutes. Yet, at the same time, can’t believe you’re not already closer to the end.
“Now, I did say you'd be cumming again, so why don't you go ahead and put your vibe on high? Let's try and force it out of you.”
It’s fine…it’s totally fine.
Turning your vibrator on high will be totally fine.
You move the toy back to your clit and push the button until the vibrations are much more intense than before.
Almost immediately, heat rushes through your body—stemming from the still recovering nerve ending on your clit.
You’re over-sensitive. Fuck.
And yet…your pussy still flutters—your muscles tensing once again as another orgasm begins to build.
“Ahh, I bet you're squirming like a pathetic little worm. Is it too much? Do you want to beg me to let you stop?”
“Your toes are curling, aren't they? I wish I could hear you and see you panting like a bitch in heat. Should I throw you a bone? Would that satisfy that sad cunt of yours?”
You are writhing, and panting, and every other filthy thing he’s pegged you as. But—you don’t want to stop. You’re too far in now—your whole body shaking, and your breaths coming quick as the vibrator on your clit overwhelms you.
It’s overwhelming, but you can’t stop chasing that high. You—
“Actually…that's not a bad idea. Stop—now.”
Despite not wanting to, you immediately yank the toy away.
You hear yourself whining, unable to help it.
“Hopefully you didn't cum in the last 30 seconds. If so…whoops~”
You wish you could kick him.
“This final orgasm is going to be our grand finale, so we should really let the sparks fly. And maybe your juices, depending on how hard you cum.”
“Grab your dildo—shove it in.”
You scramble to grab it—your arm darting to the side to recover the dildo you’d discarded a short while ago.
As soon as you have it, you spread your legs and press the head at your entrance—stuffing it in without any preamble.
A pleasant sigh leaves you as that full feeling returns.
“You're going to fuck yourself with it—however fast or slow, I don't care. And at the same time, turn your vibrator back on high.”
You can tell where this is going, and you honestly think it may kill you, but you follow his instructions nonetheless.
Turning the vibrator on high, you place it back on your clit and then begin fucking yourself with the dildo.
Almost immediately, involuntary sounds slip out of you—your body writhing against the sheets.
The overwhelming strength of your vibrator on your clit now partnered with the messy rubbing of your dildo between your walls…you’re truly becoming the mess he promised to make you.
“Oh, and just so things don't end too soon, you need to hold out for at least one minute. I'll let you know once you have permission to cum.”
You hardly think it’s fair that he’s saying this now, considering you’ve already started fucking yourself, but even so, you want to listen—want to be a good girl who does what he says, and only cums when permitted.
Holding out for a whole minute when your cunt is already starting to spasm—your clit feeling like it’s on fire—is certainly going to be a challenge, though.
“You know…I bet if this were a live call, I'd be able to hear how wet your pussy is. You're probably gripping onto that dildo so tightly…as if it's a real cock that you're begging to properly breed you.”
If he were here you wonder how he’d fuck you. Certainly hard enough that you’d be able to hear the slap of his balls against your pussy—
“You must be panting, huh? So ready to cum…I wonder if you’d be obedient enough to cum when I say. Why don’t we try? We’re getting close to a minute, after all.”
Oh, fuck.
You’ve never cum on command before, but you want to for him.
“C’mon, princess, I know you can do it…keep going…get yourself right there—”
Your chest shudders, and tears blot your eyes.
You’re trying. Everything feels so hot.
The arousal in your tummy swells—tightening up, and searing your insides.
“Cum.”
A sob rips from your chest, and you grind your dildo against your g-spot one final time, before your body obeys, and releases.
With the vibrator on high, this orgasm is much more intense than the last.
Your breath catches, your spine curving, and your hand releases the dildo in favor of grabbing onto your sheets for dear life.
Despite the clamping of your pussy around the silicone cock, it still manages to slip out of you after a few seconds—flopping onto your mattress, and poking wetly against your ass.
When the pleasure on your clit starts to turn to pain—you finally tear the vibrator away. You turn it off, and weakly discard it onto the bed beside you.
Despite no longer having any toys in or on you, your cunt and clit continue to twitch with aftershocks.
You take a deep breath.
Hat Guy is still talking in your ears, but your brain is too scrambled to process what he’s saying. So, you just continue to lay there until his words sound more like words again.
“Alright, you must have cum by now. Take a minute to breathe. And when you’re done catching your breath, make sure you get up and go pee, and then get some water. Because I’m not about to be liable for any after-effects of this session.”
Despite being exhausted, you can’t help but quietly laugh.
“Good job making it through. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon…mostly because I’m sure you’ll be opening this file again to get off to, haha.”
“Later~”
The audio ends.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Then, you roll onto your side, slowly get up, and head for the bathroom.
Can’t let Hat Guy be liable for you, after all.
The following morning, you wake up with sore muscles, and a determination to go and beat up Yae Miko and Lisa Minci about their “gift”.
Yeah, maybe you are a little less tense than before, and the stress that had been clinging to you after the end of the previous semester is now gone, but still. They deserve a good scolding.
First, however, you have to go to your 9AM lecture. After that, you’ll have time to run to the library.
Despite the soreness in your thighs, you manage to trek across campus and make it to your class with time to spare. You chose a seat somewhere in the middle, and then set your bag down in the chair beside you.
With nothing to work on yet, considering today’s the first day, you entertain yourself with social media apps on your phone as the lecture hall slowly continues filling up.
When there’s only a minute left before the class is set to start, there’s a tap on your shoulder.
Startled, realizing they’ve probably been trying to get your attention, you immediately take out one of your headphones. Before you can even turn to face them and apologize, they’re talking.
Except…the voice of the person beside you is…eerily familiar. Scratchy, attractive, and perhaps a little annoyed—
“Do you mind moving your bag? There aren’t very many seats left.”
Without saying a word, too stunned to speak, you reach over and move your bag to the floor at your feet. The man grunts, and takes a seat beside you.
As he pulls out his laptop, you finally build up the courage to look at him.
Dark hair and eyes to match…slim fingers, but veiny hands…a black shirt and oversized jacket—
“Do you need something?”
Oh, fuck—you’ve been openly staring.
Your eyes meet his for the first time, and you open your mouth, but no words come out. The beat of your heart starts to get faster.
He cocks an unimpressed eyebrow at you.
“What? Cat got your tongue?”
This is just too much—there’s no fucking way this is happening—
Unfortunately, before you can finally pull it together and try to redeem yourself, your professor takes the podium at the head of the room.
“Class! Welcome! While it might be a little unconventional to start the semester out on this note, I just want you all to know in advance: this class will heavily rely on cooperation with others. There will be many team projects. In fact—the person you’re sharing a table with will be your project partner for the whole semester!”
…what.
Beside you, the man sighs—clearly unhappy to hear about there being group projects, or you being his partner, or both.
“Great, looks like we’re stuck together.”
“Yep…,” you mumble in response, the first word you’ve managed to speak since his arrival.
He obviously notices, because his lips pull into a teasing little grin, his eyes remaining trained on your still-speaking professor as he whisper—
Some of My Genshin Impact mains (current and past) but as cat personalities I've seen and lived with
Xiao
The "Unhand me Fool! I Will Paint the wa- Oh hey, This is nice."
Violence is his love language <3
Was probably found in a trash can alone and feral
SMALL, like mistaken as a kitten despite being full grown small, with sleek black fur and yellow eyes. If it wasn't for the small bits of green on the tips of his tail and ears he would blend in with the shadows
Again- feral, but a ride or die once you get his trust
You don't need a guard dog with him around
Actually you don't need anyone around!!!!(he's jealous)
God forbid you're talking on the phone around him
He won't do anything to you, he just stares
If he's asleep around you, and you leave while he's still asleep and he wakes up- he panics
Where are you?? Did you just up and leave? Did he do something bad in his sleep? He just panics until you come back
"Xiao what's the matter? Did something spook you?" "Meow meow!" (You came back! You do still love me!)
Seriously he kinda has attachment issues... if it's just the two of you living together. With the other cats. He's... fine with them, doesn't really trust them at first
Decides Razor and Albedo makes good company
Is on okay terms with Kokomi and Tighnari,
With Wanderer and Al-haitham, it's on sight
They'll play nice if you're around, but one you leave the house, it's go time
After the fight, it doesn't really matters who wins, they just need to make sure you don't find out.
Kokomi and Tighnari fix their fur and make sure the house is in order while the winner sits in the window, waiting for you to come home, and the loser sulks.
Razor
The "I'm Totally a Cat, Trust me!"
A scruffy, medium-sized, light grey cat, not a kitten but also not full grown. Kinda in that awkward cat phase
Probably found by someone's pet dog
Dog just took a look at scruffy little Razor and thought "Alright you're mine," but the dogs owner is, conventional, allergic to cats
So now he's yours :D
Can't really meow. Kinda just squeaks and/or howls
He just doesn't cat
Doesn't like tall places, takes bits of water instead of just dipping his tongue in, likes playing in water and mud, forgets to clean himself constantly, and just all-around is bad at being a cat
Is fine with being alone for a few hours, but he can't sleep alone. He needs so be with you or on you to sleep
Isn't violent or aggressive to humans or other animals in the slightest, but with bugs and mice. Well they don't last long in your house
Loves living with other cats
Even if Xiao at first hissed at him or Wanderer smacked him on the noggin, he just keeps trying to be their friend
It worked with Xiao, jury's still out on Wanderer
Tighnari's teaching him how to be a cat and Kokomi and Albedo are making sure his fur keeps clean and nice looking
Other than that he's just happy to have more friends in the house
Kokomi
The "Tiny and Cute, but Beats the Neighborhood Dogs Daily."
Menace to society
A medium-to-small sized cat with sleek light pink fur, fading into a light powdery blue at her paws, her ears, and the tip of her tail
Could be a show cat if she wasn't so much of a trickster
She isn't mean, just smart. Waaaay too smart
Likes going outside and luring dogs into her traps
Again nothing mean or life threatening, just kinda funny
Like luring them over puddles that are deeper then they look, or taunting them to lunge at her only to watch them face-plant into a glass door or scaring them with their reflection
Doesn't trick you, you're her favorite human!
Not really a snuggle cat, but likes laying on you and having the occasional head scratches
Over all, a pretty good, mostly normal cat
I say mostly because if she sees any water, she wants in it
Sink full of soapy water? She doesn't care, let her swim. A bathtub of warm water? Ah her favorite. A fish tank with no cover? Well the fish are luck she doesn't see them as prey! A whole swimming pool? Sign her up, she's swimming laps!
If you have a cup of water and aren't paying attention, she's going to stick her paws into it. Not to drink, just to swish around
Flat out leads the other cats like an army
Oh? The mice are trying to invade thier land? Alright, Razor go get Xiao and Wanderer
Outside of the mouse turf wars, or other threats to tge house, she doesn't really interact with them much
Wanderer
The "Appears out of Nowhere Just to Watch you Scream, (you Swear he's Laughing.)"
Roughly the same size as Xiao, but less malnourished
Literally just the cat in his story quest (or was it in the Archon quest, I can't remember.)
Was left at a cat shelter and considered un-adoptable, but you said fuck it and took him home
Has little dog syndrome despite being a cat
You swear he teleports
You turn around for one second, then turn back, and he's there
Snickers when you jump, and pouts when you catch him off guard
Be careful when you pet him, he tends to get overwhelmed easily.
And then he bites
Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark
After a while though he gets more comfortable with it
The type of cat to sleep on your face
Also very picky about food and what water
Only drinks ice water (spoiled brat)
Has an ongoing rivalry with Xiao
They often see who can catch the most 'invaders' (i.e. the mice, bugs, and other pest)
While he might seem like he hates the other cats, he's the first one to jump into the fray for them
Did once absolutely decimate a dog because it was chasing Kokomi (he didn't know the chase was part of her plan)
Albedo
The "Hey I found this, I want to keep it." And also "What are you doing? Where are you going? What are you eating?"
A medium sized, kinda fluffy, blonde cat with bright blue eyes. Also has a strange marking on his neck, kinda like a scar
Just kinda walks in through a open window one day, and stayed
Nosy real fucking nosy.
A shopping bag- What's in it? Oh you bought a new backpack- let's see if he can fit in it! On the phone? With who?
A leash cat
Please let him explore around, he's so curious
Will bring you LIVE mice- just don't scream or else he will panic and drop it
Will also bring you other things too
Rocks, feathers, bottle caps, a kitten, twigs
Wait a kitten?
Yep, he brought home a little blonde kitten with red eyes. I think you can guess who it is...
He is now her parental unit.
He tries to keep her out of trouble, but it's kinda hard.
Him and Klee have accidentally broken something on multiple occasions
They both sit in the corner ashamed of themselves
Albedo is not really a 'cuddle' cat
Or a 'people' cat (atleast people who aren't you)
If you have guest over, he'll just watch
Not with a mean or angry look, just looking
Him and Tighnari are planing something, you don't know what it is, and it's suspicious
(The plan is just how to wrangle in Wanderer when you're gone)
Al-haitham
The "Please for the love of God don't ask me to do anything other than the bare minimum."
A large, fluffy, grey cat. Has a little spot of green on his chest
Such a pretty cat, but has such an awful attitude
Well that is to anyone but you
Doesn't catch mice or bugs, doesn't do much of anything
He just want to lay in the sun and nap
Gets grumpy if anyone wakes him
Doesn't like Xiao because he tried to get him to do things (Xiao thinks he's a freeloader)
Hides from Razor because he keeps trying to play with him
You know that video of the cat just letting the automatic toy hit them in the face- yeah that Al-haitham
Just wants to do nothing with you
He's laying on your lap whether you like it or not
Don't try to stand up, he'll just dig his nails in
Read to him, he might look like he's napping but he's listening to everything you say
The type of cat to meow if you talk to him
"What do you think? This or that?" "Mreow,"
Shockingly, will use cat beds
Also likes to sleep in clean laundry, that you just folded
The reason you need to now check the dryer before you put wet clothes in
You know those cat who like to lay in the most uncomfortable position? Yeah that's Al-haitham
Tighnari
The "I Have a Schedule and you Will Stick to it!"
A medium sized cat with fluffy dark, nearly black, green fur that has spots of light green around his ears and tail.
He has large ears and a bushy tail, honestly might just be a cat-like fox, but it's hard to tell
You will wake up at 6am on the dot or else
The 'else' is just him screaming at the top of his lungs
Can probably read the clock
He has a routine: Wake up, breakfast, pest hunting, lunch, nap #1, cuddle time, dinner, run around like the devil himself is coming to finally collect your soul, nap #2, stop Xiao and Wanderer from killing each other, more cuddling, make the human get ready for bed, make sure everyone is in bed, then go to bed.
The only reason there is some semblance of order in this house
Like seriously if it wasn't for him, the other would have found a way to burn the house down
Breaks up any fights, stops the others from getting into to much trouble, and making sure Razor keeps his fur clean
Strangly protective of any plants around the house
The only time he'll out right hiss and swip at the others
No Razor! You can't dig around the plant pots, you'll kill them! No, don't eat the leaves!
