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This took me too long to do and it's so fucking stupid but blame 10am me- I didn't have my monster yet

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Can I have a large kiwi sparkling margarita + s’mores toast? 🖤🖤

Here's your order anon. Hope you enjoy and stay healty and warm ❄.

Idia sat on the large double bed, looking down and guilty while you tried to force the door in vain. “I'm sorry...” he murmured, torturing the bewitched wedding ring still firmly anchored to his ring finger. “It's not your fault Idia” you cheered him up, sitting next to him, “You certainly couldn't have known that the wedding rings that ghost bride wanted to use were bewitched. Nor did that idiot Grimm when he put it on my finger…”

“Of course they could have avoided letting you enter the ceremony dressed as a bride...” he complained, “Everyone present was literally slapped.”

“It worries me to think that those ghosts, in addition to a quick wedding, also organized the wedding night” you said with a hint of surprise in your voice. “Their princess must have been in a big hurry to find a husband,” you joked. “I would say that desperate is the right choice of words.” he added with a slight grin.

“But I have to admit one thing.”

“What?”

“Their princess may have all the defects in the world but I will grant her one thing: she has good taste.”

Idia looked at you confused. You pointed to his tuxedo with a smile. “You look truly charming with that on. You look like a real gothic prince from those reverse-harem games.”

Idia's cheeks, along with his flaming hair, took on a soft pink color, a sign that your compliment had hit him straight to the heart. You giggled victoriously at his embarrassed expression. “Do-Don't make fun of me!” he stammered. “I am not making fun of you. I really think you look very good dressed like this, in fact, I would sign one those Azul's contracts on the spot if I could see you dressed so elegantly every day.” and Idia's cheeks became even pinker, his hair was the same color as a sugared almond.

That little bubble of strange serenity was broken by the head of one of the ghosts, which passed through the door. “Hey there, lovebirds. How's the wedding night going?” he asked with one of those mocking – and at the time inappropriate – smiles. You both jumped up as if you had springs in your butt, throwing yourselves against the door.

“Get us out of here!” you shouted, fumbling with the handle frantically. “Open this door! I don't have enough EXP to deal with this situation!” Idia added, more terrified than angry. The ghost shook his head, “Desolate, but I can't do it.”

“Why?!” You both shouted in unison.

“I am not authorized to unlock the door until the deed is consummated.”

“Deed? What kind of deed?” you asked. “Do we have to, like, complete a quest? Find a magical item of some sort?” added Idia, confused the same as you by the ghost's words. “No, no, no! None of that.” the ghost shook his head, “I'll open the door only when you two have consumed your union…in the marriage bed.”

To say that both of your faces turned the brightest of reds would be an understatement. “Do-Do we have to, li-like, recreate one of those eroge scenes? Me and...Y/N?” stammered Idia. “Call it what you want, just do it.” The ghost said, retreating and leaving the two of you alone.

You didn't even have time to say a word before Idia had already rushed into the adjacent bathroom, locking the door. Your attempts to get him out and look for an alternative solution were of little avail, he kept repeating "no" like a madman, babbling about not having the right equipment and other speeches of a video game maniac pro-player.

You felt a vice in your chest at his prompt refusal. “Is it because you don't like me, maybe?” you asked. The silence on the other side encouraged you to continue, “Maybe I'm not that beautiful or attractive, is that what your reaction is telling me?”

Idia's yellow eye peered at you from a tiny crack in the door, “What makes you think that?” he asked in a small voice.

“You know, many guys wouldn't have thought twice about taking the opportunity, the situation is what it is anyway, but you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom... as if you wanted to avoid touching me at all costs” you explained.

Finally Idia's head poked out of the bathroom, his cheeks a shy pink. “Well... I'm not the best with social relationships, I think you'll have noticed, and, well...” he took a long pause in which he tortured whatever he had at hand, “Who the hell has ever touched a woman, a 3D woman I mean! Of course I've seen a lot of 2D women, even with less clothes, but...!” and out of embarrassment he slapped his hands on his face, already ready to lock himself in the bathroom so as not to see your expression.

Instinctively you grabbed his hair and Idia fell backwards, back against the mattress. You sat astride him and he covered himself with his hands, that scene was too much for his inexperienced virgin heart. He kept whispering incomprehensible sentences, impossible for you to decipher.

“Idia.” you called him, his eyes - shiny and big like two precious topaz - looked at you through his long fingers. “Do you like me? And answer truthfully.” Idia bit his lip, unsure whether to answer or not.

“Yes...” he said in a weak voice.

“Would you like to have sex with me?” you asked again.

“Yes...” he whispered back.

To his surprise your lips landed on his in a shy, trembling kiss. You took control of that kiss, caressing his lips, his tongue in a game for which – for the first time – he was not at all prepared. You slipped your hand under his shirt, caressing his flat stomach and enjoying the little sighs he released between kisses. Idia sat up, breaking the kiss for some much needed oxygen, while you finished unbuttoning his shirt. The skin of that pure white was colored with intense pink and red where your touch reached.

His hands tentatively roamed your hips, imagining feeling the skin beneath his palms. He looked at you expectantly, hoping you would understand that he wanted you to take off that damn wedding dress. He helped you with the zip, revealing the white lingerie underneath, Idia gasped at the lace that wrapped your curves with sensuality. He glanced at you, asking for consent and when you nodded his hands went to fondle your chest.

That was, he thought in his head, way better than 2D.

His hands roamed all over your figure, savoring the skin while you placed hot kisses on his neck and collarbone. His fingers stopped an inch above the hem of your panties. “C-Can I?” he timidly asked, you responded by kissing him on the lips. Idia's fingers passed the cotton fabric, down to your lips, caressing the labia. His face heated up as he heard you shiver and mewl as his cold digits slowly entered inside, pumping them in and out just to hear those cute sounds again.

He swore if he had his tablet with him he would've recorded you, and played those same whimpers and sighs on loop.

You grabbed his wrist, signaling him to stop. He removed his hand from your entrance and licked them out of sheer curiosity, tempted to know how you tasted. Idia shivered, you tasted heavenly. You pushed him down once again, your cheeks flushed at that little show he put on unknowingly. “You did that on purpose, didn't you?” you hissed.

“Maybe…” Idia whispered back, still with a clouded mind, watching you hovering over him. He certainly couldn't complain about the view. A low groan escaped his lips as you slowly massaged his member, freeing it from the tight confine of his pants. 

His heart got caught in his throat as the tip brushed your lips, slowly entering your warm, tight heaven. The harsh movement of your hips left both breathless, Idia grabbed your hips as a sort of safe anchor for his slowly shattering sanity. 

You pulled him up to you in an embrace, closing your legs on his lower back. Idia engulfed you in that improvised Lotus position, moving his hips along yours and chanting in your ear with low moans. Your hands racked through his hair, dishevelling his braid, gripping at the flaring strands and earning more high pitched whines for the pain mixed in pleasure.

His hips came to a harsh stop, shuddering and panting like he ran a marathon. “You okay, Idia?” you asked, feeling both the warmth in your belly and the one of shame from his face. “I'm sorry…that was too quick…” he whispered, embarrassed. “It’s okay, Idia. Don’t worry.” you reassured him, pushing him back into the bed. You started moving your hips again, back and forth, chasing for your own climax while Idia watched you in amazement as you danced above him so gracefully.

He moaned again upon feeling your walls tighten around him, grabbed your hips to – please! – stop moving as he was still too sensitive to cum again. He climaxed again, not too far from your own. 

Idia wrapped his arms around you, exhausted, hearing you heavy breathing and the sound of your pounding heart as a sort of reminder that this wasn't one of his dreams.

A few hours later the other guys ran up to them upon seeing them walking down a hallway, hair and clothes a mess and faces blushed like crazy. “Whoa! What happened to you two?” exclaimed Grimm, voicing first the other's concern.

“It's a long story…” you muttered. “Yeah, a very long story…” Idia added, hiding an half smile.

Winter Cafe Menu

Credit for the image: (owner's acc got suspended)

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styx idia

warnings: nsfw, mdni 18+

walking out of the meeting room side by side, an unsettling grin across his face as he watches you desperately try to tidy yourself before some walks by.

one person, two people, a group of researchers… their eyes dart from your dishevelled and slightly torn uniform, to the tall man beside you.

no one dares to ask but everyone knows, he know they know… and he is revelling in it~

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hihi~ i post when i get brainrot really, as a marine biologist its rlly hard to find the time to write anything down :(

my stuffs 17+ usually!! if anyone has any ideas or brainrots themselves, feel free to send them <3

current fixation: whb?, obeyme + gi/hi3/hsr

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Lyney is probably good with his mouth too, he would eat the reader out before or after a performance🫠

cw. oral (fem! receiving), fem! reader

on the outset, you could certainly tell that it was some sort of great stress reliever to lyney, in a way where he tends to crave it, straight up long for it, quite needful to have your slick on his tongue before going on stage and performing to an outstanding crowd, so his tensed nerves and muscles were less stretched tight, his mind focused and before anything else, satiated...

... at least for a while.

"m'more." — "you can give me more, right?"

you cannot possible fight this sensation, nor do you really want to as you grab onto lyney's roots to push him deeper, begging to be pleasured hard, pleasured fast. "yes! yes!" you tell him, then whine at him, "i'm so close, s'so close." and getting wetter still as he rushes his tongue over the burgeoning swells on your used pussy, flashing a feral grin as he pulls his tongue into your hole— in, out and sliding down, his wet, skilled muscle at the ready to gobble up the uncountable gushes of your gummy slick.

"i can feel how close you are."

he slurrs his words while deep on your cunt, your legs lazily tangled around his head and resting on his shoulders when he pushes you further into the cold, wooden table, "just a little more..okay.." and when he hears you whine at his sentencing, his focus sharpens up entirely, extending into his whole body like a large bubble forming around him and pulling him under water, whilst in some ways, it's both a blessing and a curse with how rough and needy he flicked his quick tongue over your folds, coarse laps powering on your core.

"fuck!" you yelp out, back shifting which only made you jolt into his face, dragging your drenched folds over his doused lips while holding your legs apart, and it's soon now, small tingles pulling on your cunt when lyney rounds the flat of his tongue from your hole until all the way up to your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suckle down.

now now, it sure seems like he was in a hurry all of a sudden, because beyond everything, his enchanting, overly breathtaking and mesmerizing show was about to begin any minute from now.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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Azul Ashengrotto ft. tweels

🏹Warnings: mdni, suggestive🍎

vip room meetin with azul, coming out to sit at the bar with the twins, jade asking how you want your tea.

azul walking out nonchalantly, answering jades question for you, placing a kiss to your head as he heads out of the lounge.

floyd like :0 n jades just smiling to himself, the penny dropped.

“trade your voice then, shrimpy?~”

jade chuckling at his brothers teasings, pushing the fresh tea towards you.

🍎 i was gna write this out but if anyone else wants to your free to, this was just an insane brainrot 🍎

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Birthday Cake (Ortho Shroud)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Ortho knows all of his brother’s fidgets. And the one Idia is doing right now is the one that means “I’m trying to hide something but I’m too emotional over it to hide properly”, which makes the younger Shroud’s curiosity flare each passing second.

“Brother, what’s the matter?”

“Nuthin’.”

Yet that’s the answer he gets every time. That and a nervous shrug that means “please don’t pressure me into telling you because I will and then I’ll feel bad about it.” At least, Ortho consoles himself, that means whatever his brother is hiding isn’t anything bad or dangerous, just possibly mildly inconvenient. Ortho can deal with “mildly inconvenient”, specially for the sake of his introverted brother who agreed on throwing a party tomorrow at Ignihyde for Ortho’s birthday despite dreading any sort of social event.

Ortho hasn’t had his emotional capacity for very long, but considering what his friends and the internet said, Idia’s efforts are the greatest show of love—not that Ortho ever doubted his brother’s love for him, but it feels good to be reminded. Plus, and this is something he’ll guard in his heart for himself, it feels like Idia is actually seeing him and not him. He truly sees Ortho for who he is, and loves him for him.

“Ortho, it’s past midnight,” Idia’s voice gets Ortho out of his thoughts—getting lost inside his own thoughts, quite the novelty—, prompting the boy to look at the time.

“It is! That means I’m not one year older!”

“Yep, you’re now officially seventeen. Happy birthday, Ortho.”

He can’t help but hug his brother tightly, too happy for words—and too overwhelmed by emotions to even try, even though he has up to 20 languages fully saved in his database. Words also can’t describe the feeling he gets when his brother hugs him back, whispering well wishes under his breath—too shy to say them out loud but too loving to not say them at all.

“We know you’ll have a party later, but we wanted to do something special first…”

“We?”

Just as Idia lets go of him, the door of Idia’s room open to show his girlfriend—and Ortho’s hopefully soon to be sister-in-law—, Prefect (Y/N) (L/N), holding what seems to be… a cake? It’s difficult to tell, because the decorations on it—stars and trees and three figures that look suspiciously like Ortho, Idia and (Y/N) sitting around a bonfire—are moving and if he concentrates, he can hear a soft whirring sound from it.

“Happy Birthday, Ortho!” the girl squeals, handing the cake(?) to Idia so she can squeeze the younger boy into a hug and place very enthusiastic kisses all over his face. “You’re growing up so fast!”

“Technically, I’m still the same size-”

“Mentally and emotionally, dear.”

“Oh. Thank you!”

Though he will admit to already drawing up some designs for future bodies. He can’t look like a child forever, now can he?

“We know you can’t actually eat—yet, anyways. Who knows what will happen in the world of tech?” she winks at his brother, who tries to hide his blushing face behind the cake(?), forgetting that his hair gives his emotions away. “But I remember you really liked the first slice tradition from my country when I told you about it, so we made that sculpture. There’s a part that’s removable, so you can give it to whoever you want~”

Human memory is way more fickle than an android’s, and yet these two did their best to remember something so small and seemingly insignificant. Just to make Ortho happy.

“... I may not have tears, but I feel like I’m crying…”

The couple is quick to hug him, and Ortho has never been happier to be able to feel.

“... can the first slice go to two people?”

“I told you we should separate it in two, tech genius.”

“But then it wouldn’t be the first slice, but the first and second.”

“It’s fine, I can just laser it in half!”

“Ortho, no!”

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lil smth for my birthday today😋 hbd to any other 10/8 babies <3 two weeks to riddle day!!

Rizzle Rosefarts

Linking his arm with yours, taking you into the maze, gently rubbing your arm to calm his own nerves.

Pulling a pristine rose from his pocket and tucking it behind your ear, hands gliding down to softly caress your own.

Cupping your face with his gloved hand and leaning in towards you, “Happy Birthday, my dear~”

His words seeping like honey into the fibres of your being, just melting under his touch. After a long day of celebration you finally get to bask in the tranquility of gardens and your lover’s kiss.

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Hello! May I please request a Che'Nya x Fem! Brat! Reader? Chenya is just so,, OABAHZNAHZHAHABXNSNCJ....... but,,, can it be a scenario where she won't stop teasing him and lightly tugging on his ears/ and or tail just to mess with him, only for him to turn the tables? thank you so much!!<33333

✧ ft. che'nya x reader

✧ fandom: twst┊genre: spice┊w/c: 4.2k┊format: fic

✧ content: fem!afab!reader, mean!dom!che'nya, inaccurate cat tropes that i loosely researched, shameless smut, overstimulation, finger fucking, cunnilingus, breeding kink, a bit of degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, brat taming

— a/n. i shit u not. i screamed when i got this. LSNOEAW THE CHE'NYA CONTENT IN TWST IS BASICALLY NONEXISTENT AND I'M DOING SOMETHING ABT IT. AND I UNDERSTAND HOW FEEL ANON, HE'S JUST PERFECT LKNFAOEIFNAOIWAW IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD

The rundown dusty abandoned ramshackle dorm is as silent as it gets - 'cept for the soft snores of your lover, sleeping soundly on your bed. His form is curled and hunched as he snuggles his back closer to feel your warmth, subtly seeking your comfort even when he’s asleep. Your relationship with Che’nya has been a bit difficult to describe. He’s sweet for the most part but he’s a lot more complex than you’d like him to be - words and sentences that don’t make sense, actions that don’t reciprocate his feelings, and personality that doesn’t fit his morals.

But one thing has always quipped your curiosity - and it’s his cat-like features.

It's been one of the few things that's been nagging your head. His fluffy ears and responsive tail catch your eye when you talk to him. Maybe his nervous system sends signals to those particular body parts as a way to illustrate his internal reactions? But you’re not entirely sure about that theory, not until you test it yourself. Though maybe that isn’t such a good idea? Even if his body conveys his emotions, it’s difficult to pinpoint what he’s thinking.

Che'nya turns his back towards you, nudging your leg with his forehead, a small purr emitting from him.

You’ve questioned him about it before but unfortunately, you never received a proper answer from him either. Each question that begs an answer regarding his genetics is immediately shut down with a vague and useless reply. You’d even go as far as to say you’ve never had a proper conversation with him but that’s part of his charm.

You can hear the faint vibration across his chest as he curls further into a comfortable position. A smile stretches across your features as you place a hand on his head, gently petting his soft silky lavender hair. You flinch when his ear twitches slightly and perhaps it's the sudden touch. You almost let out a snort by remembering how hypersensitive cats can be.

You're unsure whether you should let curiosity get the best of you.

There's no harm in a little indulgence, isn't it?

Your fingers deftly play with his piercings; the gold shimmer is against the pads of your digits. His purrs came to a halt as it's replaced by the harsh slam of his tail against the covers. You couldn't hold the small chuckle that escaped your lips. He's being childish again and it’s seen through his body language. You know he can’t help since it's part of his nature but you think that it’s quite adorable.

Che’nya is and will always be difficult to understand. You’re just glad that you can connect with him better with your new found knowledge.

"It's not very nice to play with my ears while I'm sleeping, nyan." His tone may be cheery but the annoyance behind them is clear. You know he means well but sometimes, it's hard to tell apart whether he's joking or not. Usually, it's the latter. You let out a condescending hum when he turns to face you - the cheekiness radiating from your grin which he matches with his own cheshire smile.

"If you wanted to play you could've said so." Your weight shifts on the mattress as the thin smoke of air lingers on the spot your lover was not too long ago. You’ve been aware of his unique magic for quite a while now but the instantaneous effect and seeing him evaporate into thin air still shocks you. Afterall, you aren’t from this world so witnessing an unusual surge of magic is still new to you.

"Che'nya!" You exclaim with a frown as if you’re scolding him. "Don't you suppose using your unique magic is a bit unfair? I’m completely magicless here." Your eyes flicker through every corner of the room for a sign of movement but all you can discern is an ominous laugh, reverberating across the walls. "It's just a simple game of hide and seek, nyan. Such a feeble game bears no harm~" His voice echoes, broken like multiple people are talking in unison so you’re unable to pinpoint his location.

He’s always been a bit infuriating - does what he wants on a whim, unpredictable and downright awful at acting normal. Your feet feel the wooden floors of your room, head turning here and there, still looking around. ”You’re really being unfair, y’know?” The cute pout you have is evident and all you hear is a snicker. You stand up with a sigh escaping you, a tad bit done with his games.

He’s been so easy to rile up these days but it’s disappointing that his ‘anger’ seems to translate differently and variously. It’s like throwing a pair of dice; every result is different from the last. His emotions and reactions are inconsistent, ranging based on how he wants to react.

Perhaps you should consider yourself lucky that his anger morphed into playfulness. Because the last time you genuinely pissed him off you couldn’t walk for a day.

Your ears pick up his voice again. His tone is low, guttural - it almost sounds like a threat. “How fine you look when dressed in rage. Our enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You’re lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.” Your legs freeze on the spot, immediately petrified when you suddenly feel hands wrap around your waist. Your head swiftly turns to look back to see the perpetrator and a huge dumb grin greets your harsh glare.

“That wasn’t very nice, y’know?” Che’nya only smiles at your pout, his sharp canines glistening slightly. “Nyan~” He meows at you as he tilts his head in a childish manner. He’s insane… Your eyebrows furrow in exasperation, annoyed at the act he’s dismissing your feelings and brushing them off lightly once more.

“Ugh, wipe that smile off of your face.” You drop, face first onto the soft mattress of your bed as you try to reckon with your anger issues. “You know it’d be more fun if you weren’t such a sore loser, nyan. Thinking that you can beat me at my own game.” You lift your head and your intense stare is still present. “Oh really?” Your tone is sharp and laced with sarcasm.

An eyebrow is raised at you in amusement before Che’nya lets his weight sink on the bed beside you, laying flat on his side to observe every reaction he can pull from you. You sit up straight on the bed, eyes still expressing your distress. It’s barely noticeable but you can hear it - the soft continuous purring and the source is none  other than your so-called lover.

An absurd and immature idea pops into mind and your sour expression is replaced by a cunning smile. “Why is it that you never answer my questions directly?” His smugness morphs into genuine confusion. “For example, why do you choose not to explain what this is about?” The word is punctuated by the unexpected hold of his tail near the base where it’s conjoined to his lower back.

You feel him tense below you as an insufferable noise escapes him. His form disintegrates and completely disappears as you’re once more left alone on your bed. “Really, Che’nya? Topic avoidance? Now, that’s just being childish, isn’t it?” A smirk tugs on your lips, a bit satisfied that you managed to find a way to get back at him.

You’re really cute when you try to be, he has to admit that. But there are times when you’re just undeniably argumentative. And frankly, your act of indifference is quite vexing. It’s a bit tiring that you can’t understand the level of his generosity nor his consideration for your well-being. Che’nya tries to control himself, lessening his antics to a degree just to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. But seeing as you don’t have an ounce of respect on his boundaries, he might as well satiate your curiosity.

Perhaps it’s better to help you understand.

Your gaze lands on the feline and you can tell that his smile is forced. His tail is swishing behind him rather violently so your grin drops. “Do you know how the saying goes about curiosity, nyan?” His little quips are still there but you think that you should be concerned.

An audible gulp is heard from you and your eyes stare at every surface except his eyes. “Curiosity killed the cat…” Your confidence from earlier is now depleted and your heart is racing a thousand miles per hour. You get more nervous by the second as he gets closer in proximity, his legs in between yours - towering over you like some sort of deity or monstrosity.

One of his hands begins to intertwine with yours and his gentleness serves for you to question his advances. “Why are you asking me this exactly?” You let out a nervous chuckle - trying to make light of the tense situation. “It’s as exactly as you think, nyan.” His Chesire grin makes your shift in your seat, sinking further into the cushions. “Certain traits, even the most basic thing such as instinct, are derived or accurately similar to common felines, nyan.” His little meow allows you to ease up a bit, lowering your guard. You wanted to talk to him normally for once and now that you’re doing it, why does it scare you? Is it really that unusual for him to talk normally?

You swear his gold piercing eyes have glinted in mischief, its pupils narrowing into slits and you feel like it’s staring right into your soul. “But I don’t think you’re that knowledgeable about cats in general, aren’t you, nyan?”

Your expression illustrates both confusion and in fear, in need of answer yet scared of the effect it’ll cause. “It seems that you’re naively unaware of this small area here.” He guides your intertwined hand at the base of his tail and you feel him shudder at the contact before he hisses. He sounds like he’s in pain - does it hurt when you play with his tail that much?

You open your mouth to say something but you feel your knee nudge the particular swelling between his legs. The knowing look on his face gives you an answer and red begins to coat your cheeks. “Believe me when I say it's rude to touch them without our permission.” Panic sets in your veins when you realise the consequences of your actions, stuttering an apology but he only tutts you into silence as if warning you to remain docile.

“Ah-ah, ah, there’s one more thing you need to understand, nyan.” His unoccupied hand gently tugs a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel his clothed member slightly grind on your knee and you hear him emit a small whine, his head falling on your shoulders. “Male cats don’t go into heat.” The strands of his hair tickle the skin of your neck and you feel him bury his face further, taking in your scent. “Rather, it’s triggered by scent caused by a female’s heat. A biological reaction to mate with the next horniest woman flaunting herself.” His chuckle sends a shiver down your spine.

“In other words-” His head rises to meet your widened eyes. “You’re built to mate at any given moment.” You finish his sentence in a hushed voice and finally, you can see the threat behind his grin. “Such a smart girl.” He coos softly, leaving a small peck on your temple. You’d appreciate the gesture if it weren’t meant to demean you in any way but it does. It plays with your mind like the devil on your shoulder convincing you to indulge with sin that prevents any sort of redemption.

Sharp inhales are audible from you as you feel the pressure of his knee hit your clothed mound, your skirt overriding your thighs. “Che’nya-” You call out to him but the determined glint in his eyes prevents you from speaking further. “You should really learn how to finish what you started.” He warns, his voice an octave lower keeping you right where he wants you to be.

Before you know it, you’re facing the pillows and you’re flipped on your hands and knees - Che’nya pinning your body below him with his weight. You don’t know whether you should be excited or not. The adrenaline coursing through your nervous system is making you thoughts go into overdrive, resulting in arousal. To think that your carelessness will lead to Che’nya mounting you in a borderline primitive state.

“I can smell it, y’know?” The rough pads of his fingers rub you through your panties and the wet patch is noticeable. “You don’t know how much this-'' His two fingers pinch your clit against the fabric, earning a yelp. ``-is causing trouble for me. Furthermore, seeing as I’ve no control over it adds insult to injury.” His snarl leaves you with a funny feeling, your stomach churning as bliss overtakes your consciousness.

Should you be proud that you’ve brought him into that state? Clearly, you have some power over him but you’ve never felt more helpless. “I’ve noticed something about you, Y/N. It’s that whenever you’re scared, slightly or full-on terrified of me, you get wet. Now, I wonder why?” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his shameless words but what’s worse is that he’s right. It’s the reason you fell for him despite his obvious unhinging behaviour. “It’s not something I’d complain about but if all you wanted was attention you could’ve said so.”

His thumbs hook at the corner of your panties, dragging them down and intently observing how it leaves a trail of pre-cum all over your twitching cunt and thighs. “Look at that.” You feel the air of his chuckle hit your core before his thumb pries your lower lips open, observing how it clenches and unclenches over nothing. “Little girl’s feeling horny. How cute.” You wanted to say something about his demeanour but instead, a moan flies out of your mouth when his tongue intrudes and inserts itself into your dripping hole.

You bury your face into your pillows, ass lifted up against the air slightly bucking into his mouth and you swear you feel his grin against your cunt. Hearing him eat you out is worse than hearing him degrade you - those fucking indecent slurps serve as a reminder than you’re the one getting off of this. A hand comes up to play with your clit, fingers rubbing the small bundle of nerves in slow circles as the rough tongue writhe against your walls - both providing stimulation that makes you see white behind your eyelids.

Che’nya doesn’t want to be mean to you. He really doesn’t. But when you’re squirming so adorably, moaning so wantonly, he can’t help but proceed with his own cruel intentions. The throbbing of his member is downright painful when he’s this close to you; your scent causing the gears in his head to work like clockwork and only think of one thing and it’s breeding you.

How long has he detested his genetics? The uncontrollable urges and the miniscule problems adding a certain difficulty to manage his hormone-induced state - all of it has been frustrating but it’s different for a beastman. Controlling isn’t the problem but the willpower needed for restrain is. Time, patience and effort need to be in a collective team effort to manage such animalistic qualities. Balancing these variables is necessary - at least to him, it is. Do you know how it is easy for him to simply fuck you in any place he wanted? Any place he so desired when he wanted your cunt contract around his length? You’re so naive to think that he’s that kind when all he wants to whisk you away and to watch you bouncing on his cock like a drunken whore.

It’s you who’s making it harder for him. It’s your fault that you had to come into his life with your wondrous pretentious views about the world. It’s certainly you who takes the air out of his lungs because of the desperation he feels to have his seed dripping out of your hole. With one last lap of his tongue, the muscle collects your fluids before it finally retracts, gaining a lecherous whine from you.

You turn to look at him and he sees that your eyelashes are slightly damp from the tears, the droplets staining the pillowcase. “Mean…” You somehow muster to snark at him and he grins at you as a response. “Me? Mean? Not in the slightest.” His middle and ring fingers plunge into your wet cavern, slipping easily with the accumulated slickness of your cunt and eliciting a loud salacious moan. “Che’nya…!” Your voice breaks as you try to keep up with the unexpected pace he set, your lover completely engrossed on how he’s fucking his fingers into you. You flounder, unable to shift away from his hand until you’re now on your back once more, making it easy for your lover to hold you by the waist and pin you down.

What makes matters worse is that his thumb proceeds to cater to your clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub.

“You’re so cute, Y/N. All worked up over my hand.” His fingers repeatedly dive inside your walls with its onslaught, the friction adding a slightly painful burn that draws lewd noises from you. The rough pads of his fingers are brushing against your g-spot accurately so that your jaw falls slack and your eyes roll back in pleasure - too overwhelmed by his harshness. “Mhmm.” Che’nya nuzzles his head against your temple, your hair sticking to your skin as a thin layer of sweat coats your entire body.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. It looks like you’re about to squirt. Does your pussy love my fingers that much?” Che’nya giggles childishly beside you, clearly enjoying how he’s tormenting you. You’d like to be annoyed at his behaviour, call him out for his immaturity but you can’t- not when he’s knuckles deep inside you, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your hand holds his wrist weakly, as if it's trying to push it away to finally give you some time to catch your breath. “Ch’enya, please wait- fuck,” Curses fly out of your mouth as you opt to grip the sheets behind you, fingers digging into the fabric. Your orgasm comes down crashing over you making your toes curl and your back arch, feeling your legs cramp as you cum all over his fingers, making a mess all over the sheets. Your chest expands as you twitch in the aftermath of your release.

“M’still sensitive.” You try your best to convince him that it’s not the best time for you to take his cock, legs shakingly close but your pleas fall upon deaf ears as he holds your legs apart and stays between them. But as much as you’re not looking forward to the overstimulation, the sound of his belt unbuckling anticipates you. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning at the thought of his cock.

Che’nya seems to look as dishevelled as you are - strands of hair standing out, bangs sticking to his forehead due to the heat radiating off each of your bodies. “Don’t be greedy.” His voice is almost inaudible, focusing on pulling his cock out of his pants. One of his hands holds the crease of your rear, slowly sliding down to your thighs and propping them on his shoulder.

“You should really see the view up here.” His thumb caresses your lips, before it eventually parts your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue as he holds your jaw. Che’nya groans when he feels your tongue willingly lick the rough pad of his thumb like a shameless whore, so eager for some cock. He lines his cock at your entrance, the velvet head of his cock brushing against your slip, sliding it up and down just to see you squirm before finally slipping inside. Che’nya lets out a long groan as he finally feels your gummy walls clamping down on his shaft.

His gold piercing eyes stray to your hole, observing how it clenches around his length with each slow roll of his hips. “Cute pussy - taking me all in like the good girl she is.” He mumbles through a drunken haze as he delivers a harsh thrust, making your eyes roll at the back of your head. Heavy pants come from Che’nya as he drags his cock in and out of your hole as it creates a loud salacious squelch.

“You, f-fuck, talk to much for a damn cat.” An arm is placed over your head to try and ignore his words and how much they’re affecting you but you can’t deny how much you’re creaming all over him, clenching around him in a desperate attempt to feel more friction due to the slow tempo of his thrusts. You hear a mocking laugh and his weight shifts when he leans over. His breath tickles your skin and his sharp canines graze your neck. “You talk too much for someone who’s dripping all over my cock.”

One particular slam of his hips makes you jolt and a scream is drawn out from you. “Fuck!” You curse at the top of your lungs as the velvet tip of his cock hits that spongy spot that makes you light-headed. You hear him laugh once more and at this point, you give up - practically done and hoping he’d just fuck you already. “Che’nya, please- stop teasing. Just fuck me, please.” Your hand is placed on his nape, pulling him closer despite the dampness of your damp clothed figures, allowing yourself to fall down the rabbit hole and relish the overstimulation.

“There’s my good little kitten.” He loosely chuckles before setting hard, fast pace - each wet withdrawal of his cock returns precisely hitting your sweet spot and his bruising hold keeps you there and forces your hole to take every inch of him. You can’t form not a coherent thought behind your head and Che’nya can see that. Your tongue is lulled out, your eyes are rolling backwards, drooling all over yourself as he’s fucking you silly. The sight makes him snicker, satisfied with what he’s doing to you, making you his cock drunk whore.

“What a lewd little kitten.” His eyebrows furrow as he feels you clench and twitch around his cock violently. “Cumming already?” He pants against your ear, savouring the way your gummy walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vice. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He moans shamelessly in your whilst giving another sharp and swift roll of his hips. Your moans is driving him inside and all he can witness is your tears falling down your eyes because of the constant pleasure he’s fucking into your system.

You don’t know how long you’ll last but the knot in your stomach is becoming tighter with every filthy word he spews ranging from praises to mean words that make your heart race. You feel conflicted but you’re too caught up at the thought of getting filled up, too caught up at the thought of getting his seed fucked into you over and over. “Ah..! Fuck please, please, m’close. M’close, Che’nya.” You whine as you feel your second orgasm catching up on you.

His eyes flutter to a close as he focuses on the pleasure he’s giving the both of you each time he bullies his cock into your abused cunt. “Go on, kitten. Make a mess.” A deranged laugh escapes Che’nya when he feels your walls convulse around his length, contracting tightly almost making him unable to breathe. It’s practically suffocating him and he’d be lying if he says it isn’t too much, but he’s so desperate to keep feeling this pleasure, encapsulate you into his mind and soul that he doesn’t want to stop.

Your back arches as the tightening knot in your abdomen finally snaps, a loud whine escaping you as liquids spray onto his jeans. Your legs tremble at the intensity of your orgasm. Your lover simply hisses at the sudden and constant contraction of your walls. “Fuck…” He curses faintly as his hips stutter, losing its momentum as he greedily chases his high until your orgasm gives him the final push to drive him over the edge, painting your walls white.

Both of you catch your breath panting as if both of you ran a marathon. The thick scent of sin enveloping the room and the thick spurts of cum being shoved by Che’nya soft repetitive thrusts. “Che’nya, please- wait. I need a break. Ah..!” Your pleadings never reach out to him as his hands somehow tear your remaining clothes open. His lips immediately attach themselves on your neck and chest, leaving kisses and marks. 

You hear him beg amidst the static noises in your head, completely dizzy from your climax. “One more. Please. You can give me one more right? C’mon, kitten. M’need to breed and pamper this sweet little pussy.” Your lover has always been greedy and you know it never ends with one more. 

Che’nya’s going to overstimulate the both of you until his legs give out but that’s your fault for starting this, isn’t it? This is what you wanted so you’ll just lay there and take it.

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back ♡

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Idia Shroud

Warnings: smutty, mdni, public (?)

gently strokes your hair, pulling suddenly at the root, slamming your face into his pelivs. leaning his chin onto his hand, harshly biting at his fingers to soften the noises you were pulling out of him.

the muffled sounds of the styx meeting from above as he looks down to see the mess he has made of you, beet red but filled with pride.

tenderly cupping your face with his free hand, wiping away stray tears. the look in his eye only comparable to that of a rabid animal, hopefully this meeting won’t last much longer.

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hush my darling, don't fear my darling

After an incident in Alchemy, you flee to the Botanical Gardens to have a breakdown in private. Of course, things don't go quite as you expected — but that's not always a bad thing.

i started this fic when i was in a pretty shit place emotionally+self-esteem-wise. finished it in a similar state. so this is literally just leoyuu hurt/comfort bc i needed another clinically depressed person 2 cuddle me. intended as romantic, but can easily be read as platonic as well :) read beneath the cut!

Originally posted on Ao3

CWs: some gross medical metaphors, low self-esteem, nameless nrc students being nrc students (rude assholes)

You hate it when you get like this. After 5 overblots, you should be tougher. Tougher than this, tougher than breaking down over some stupid comment from an asshole classmate. But, well, you can’t really stop the tears once they start, so all you want to do right now is find an isolated place to hide and cry it out. Showing weakness in front of your classmates is a no-go. You’ve only recently managed to earn the rest of the school’s respect. That would put you back at square one.

“Why did the Headmage let a useless, magicless klutz like you in?”

It’s not even the meanest thing you’ve been called in your time here in Twisted Wonderland. But something about the venom in your classmate’s words as you sat sprawled out in a sea of broken glass just made you crack. You let Professor Crewel chew out the boy after helping you up and checking you for any injuries and fled the room. Ace and Deuce and Grim didn’t have any chance to follow you.

He ran into you! It wasn’t even your fault! You scold yourself again for taking his insult so personally, but that only brings you closer to the brink of tears. Angrily, you mash the heel of your palm into your eyes to get rid of the tears threatening to finally slip free. With your free hand, you reach out and open the door to the botanical garden. There’s nobody here at this time of day, not unless Professor Crewel needs someone to grab ingredients.

Well, nobody save for one person. But Leona is probably outside napping in a patch of sunlight (like the big kitty cat he is); at least, you hope he is. You don’t want him to see you like this. You don’t want him to see how pathetic you really are.

You duck under a mass of large, broad leaves. Your breath lodges in your chest, a hard lump of hurt that oozes out of you in quick bursts like fluid from a lanced cyst. Nobody’s here. You can cry now. The sobs you’ve been holding back make your body shake. Sharp, painful gulps of breath punctuate the thrum of your pulse in your ears. Clutching your uniform blouse, you fold in on yourself.

“... Hey, Herbivore.”

It sounds like you’re underwater. You move with the same sluggishness as you look up to meet Leona’s eyes. His face appears in blurry smears, though his frown manages to pierce through your tears.

“Oi. Hey. Quit crying,” he mutters, reaching out one hesitant hand while the other runs through his hair. “Look at me. Breathe.”

All you can do is wail even louder. He winces. Then, he seems to toss aside his reservations and touches your shoulder. In one sharp, jerky motion, you lurch into his arms. Leona hisses, but catches you nonetheless. Your trembling hands clutch at his vest as you cry into his chest.

“H-hey, whoa.” His hands fumble for only a moment before he wraps his arms around you more firmly. He pats your head with a distinct discomfort. “You’re getting snot all over me,” he says without malice. In one smooth motion, he scoops you up and cradles you like you’re made of porcelain. You let him carry you over to the shade of one of the larger plants and seat you on his lap. His touch grows more confident as he rubs your back and rocks you from side to side. “Breathe for me, Herbivore. Nice ‘n slow. I’ll do it with you, even. In… and out.”

You hiccup, but manage to mimic his slow, deep breaths. He scratches your scalp as a reward, the gentle scrape of his blunt nails helping to ground you.

“That’s better, yeah?” Without looking up, you nod. A slow sigh hisses through his teeth. “I hate seein’ you cry like that.”

“Sorry,” you mumble into his clothes.

“‘S not your fault. What the hell happened to make you cry like that?” He keeps scratching. You melt, sniffling but no longer sobbing. It takes a moment to put your thoughts together.

“It’s stupid.”

“So?”

“I-It’s really, really stupid. You’ll laugh.”

“Try me.”

You hesitate. With a slow, halting breath, you say, “There was an accident in Alchemy. One of my classmates yelled at me.” You don’t let him respond before you continue, “See? I told you it’s stupid.”

“An accident? Are you hurt?” Leona pushes you back so he can look you over. You bat at his hands and chest in protest.

“I’m not hurt! I swear! The only thing hurt is my pride…” You try to laugh, but it comes out as more of a croak. He scowls at you. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“You —” he yanks you into his chest, hand curling around the back of your head and keeping you firmly in place “— are such a pain in the ass. How about you let someone else worry about you for once in your life?”

“Didn’t think you cared.”

He scoffs. “Idiot,” he mutters as he squeezes you. “You’re part of my pride. ‘Course I care.” A gentle rumble builds in his chest as he flops onto his back, bringing you with him. He buries his face in your hair, ignoring the way you squirm. “Quit moving.”

“Leona, I’m fine now!”

“So?” He rolls you both onto your sides. Peering over his shoulder, you can see his tail flick with contentment. “You interrupted my nap, so I’m keeping you until I’m done with this one. ‘Sides, aren’t you all tuckered out from all that crying?”

That kills any argument. Because you are tired. Exhausted, even. After all, you ran all the way here from the alchemy lab, and you cried so hard…

With a sigh, you relent and wriggle closer. You don’t miss his quiet, triumphant chuckle, nor the subtle press of his lips to your scalp. “Fine,” you mumble, “but only for an hour or two.”

“Sure, Herbivore.”

Several hours later, you wake up drenched in dew, but warm and safe in the arms of a slumbering lion.

[arrowsnapples]

warnings: semi-public, suggestive- mdni

The kiss was passionate as you both clumsily made your way into the dorm kitchen, his hands methodical as he caressed every part of you.

His hands slid down to the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the cold counter top.

Occasional bites to your skin as he made his way down your body, drinking in every desperate plea that fell from your lips.

His hands firmly gripping the flesh of your thighs as he lowered himself, placing soft kisses up your inner thighs, a light peck to the elastic of your underwear.

“May i?”

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Rook Hunt

rook bein a sappy lil dude cuz i like writing sappy n its like 4am <3

He sinks into his mattress, hand to his racing heart, as he sighs into the cold air of the night.

“My chest remains at high tide, for tonight, mon cœur” his fingers curling around a small pendant about his neck.

Gently he raises the smooth metal to his lips, a chill running to the core of his very being, as he places a feather light kiss to the exterior.

“Till fate has our paths entwine once again. I shall think of you with every waking breath. As if you had not shown me how to breathe, i was sure to have drowned in the disparity of a world without your grace”

A stray tear falls to his sheets as he relaxes into the material below him, letting the sweet caress of your presence lull him into his slumber.

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Jade, Azul and Floyd with an SO who cries during 🍆💦❤

MDNI 18+ONLY!

A REPOST AS ITS NOT SHOWING IN TAGS

Fem reader!

Word Count:2.7k

Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, and Floyd Leech with a reader who cries during

💖🍆

This was for an anon who asked for this months ago

Keep reading

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Malleus Draconia

Gently resting his head in your lap, smiling up at you. Intertwining his fingers with your own, peppering kisses and light praises.

“I wish you would tell me what ails you” a soft hand reaches up to cradle your cheek as he lets out a content sigh.

“We have more than enough time, it’s going to be alright”

He slowly sits up, pulling you into his embrace.

“You have done enough, it’s okay to rest now”

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yk like azuls ceremonial story -

imagine like dating one of the octatrio and over like the first few weeks you keep getting compliments on your ever glowing complexion

the more often your skins touch the more compliments you receive

itd be kinda hard to hide the relationship, not that 2/3 of them would

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Azul Ashengrotto

Warnings: highly suggestive, mdni :)

.☆.

Making out in his office, after hours. The twins have gone to their rooms and Azul was finishing up some documents.

Straddling his lap with your arms around his neck, his soft whispers and pants, breathless yet refuses to break contact in fear of you slipping from his grasp. Two hands placed firmly at your waist, pulling you further into him, so close, and yet not close enough.

Looking up at you through the top of his glasses, a dazed love drunk glaze to his eyes. No thoughts, just you. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage, a crimson hue to his cheeks and ears to match.

He’s so pretty.