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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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Hm..im kinda shy about asking this, because maybe it's just an english language thing that i don't get (it's not my first language lol) but ive always wondered what the difference between "prefect" and "housewarden" was,, like, wouldn't the mc/yuu technically also be a housewarden, since they're the only one running ramshackle? aaa sorry if it's a bit of a silly question lol, but i just don't understand the difference,,, thank you, and i love your work very much!! 🩷🩷

So to clarify, Yuu is called 監督生 (“kantoku-sei/kantoukusei”), which roughly translates into “prefect”. Dorm leaders (or housewardens, as they are called in EN) are called 寮長 (“ryōchō”), which refers to “dormitory managers/leaders/superintendents”. The two positions are treated very differently in-game (and generally, prefect is NOT the same as a dorm leader), but it may be different in real life depending on the institution you’re looking at for comparison.

As I've mentioned in this post, I see dorm leaders as NRC's version of RAs (resident advisors/assistants). They’re students who work with school administration to oversee and to conduct activities for their respective dorm buildings/residence halls […] Similarly, the dorm leaders in TWST have certain responsibilities but are also granted power within their own dorm as well as certain privileges which extend beyond that. Common duties of a RA (I'll list some examples from TWST) include, but are not limited to:

Organizing and overseeing student educational programs and dorm activities (Riddle helps his students study to avoid failing, including Cater in Riddle's Dorm Uniform vignettes; he states that not a single Heartslabyul student has dropped out since he has become dorm leader. Various activities are orchestrated by dorm leaders, such as unbirthday parties, renting out their dorm for events, throwing banquets, etc.)

Planning accommodations for students and conducting new student orientations (dorm leaders canonically assign rooms to their dorm members, the prologue shows the dorm leaders escorting newly sorted freshmen to their dorms and showing them around, etc.)

Cleaning up and conducting monthly facility inspections (under the instruction of the dorm leader, members help with setting up and cleaning after events)

Enforcing rules and regulations, reporting incidents and recommending or enacting disciplinary actions as needed, and resolving conflicts between students in the dorm (most obviously seen with Riddle collaring students in the main story, but we've also seen other instances like Leona and Idia dealing with unruly mob students from their own dorms, each in their respective Dorm Uniform vignettes)

Acting as a liaison or representative between the school and students, or between the school and the community (Vil and Riddle especially stress the importance of their dorm members keeping in line, as it reflects poorly on them as the leaders if their students do not behave)

As you can see, many of the duties of a RA are carried out by TWST's dorm leaders. It is these responsibilities that define what a "dorm leader" is. A prefect is described by the Oxford Dictionary as “a senior student authorized to enforce discipline”. The definition implies that a prefect has fewer responsibilities and power than a RA (ie a dorm leader). We see this lack of responsibilities and power reflected in Yuu (who, again, is often called "prefect" in characters' voiced lines place of their name). For example, Yuu is NOT present in dorm leader meetings and does not participate in planning committees for events such as the cultural festival of book 5 or the interdorm tournament of book 2.

It is likely that Yuu is not acknowledged in the same capacity as a dorm leader for various reasons:

Yuu is not a full student (Grim is their "other half) and lacks magical capabilities at a school that is known for training mages. They are also not from Twisted Wonderland. Therefore, they are not a good "representative" of NRC.

Ramshackle is no longer considered a dormitory since it has fallen into disrepair; even if it was still considered a dormitory, Yuu has no students to watch over since the Ramshackle Ghosts are not students and Grim only counts as half of a student.

Since Ramshackle is not a dorm anymore, it likely does not receive funding for dorm-wide activities, maintenance, etc. Yuu has very few resources to do anything.

Yuu does not command any real authority through their title alone (which largely has to do with their status as a non-mage + otherworldliness and the “illegitimate” nature of their dorm); even the main cast has to be shown their merits through actions before Yuu earns a modicum of their respect.

If we put it like that, Yuu's only formal prefect responsibilities are to basically to keep Grim out of trouble and do whatever odd jobs Crowley saddles them with. I guess you can also say that Yuu "enforces discipline" on the NRC students when they get out of hand, but this depends on your interpretation of what Yuu does in the main story. In my opinion, Yuu does very little to actually "enforce discipline" and often relies on other students to do the heavy lifting for them; Yuu is just the one initially sniffing out the root of the problems.

It should also be noted that while the formal definition of "prefect" refers to a "senior" student, Yuu is considered a first-year student along with Grim. Seniority does not play a role here. (Although please keep in mind that being a "first year" does not necessarily mean Yuu is 16 by default; there are exceptions to the age = grade thing.)

In summary, dorm leaders are presented in TWST as generally "higher up" on the food chain compared to a prefect. They have more powers and tasks to carry out; the prefect, by comparison, does not.

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honestly-mad-person · 7 months

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｡･:*˚:✧ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader ｡･:*˚:✧ genre: smut ｡･:*˚:✧ synopsis: Acne Hospital is holding another banquet to celebrate the positive growth in the medical chain, so Zayne has invited you to attend with him. ｡･:*˚:✧ word count: 4,9K (I didn't expect this size, lol) ｡･:*˚:✧ a/n: Leave a comment about this story! I'm wondering if I did a good job of conveying this hot and horny atmosphere. Enjoy your reading!

— Are you sure I should go with you? – you asked, holding your hair up in your hand as Zayne slipped a silver chain around your neck.

— I'm sure, – he answered, after finishing and looking at your reflection in the mirror, he kissed your shoulder, putting his hands on your waist. – Otherwise, I wouldn't have invited you as my +1 to this banquet.

Looking down at your black evening dress that fit perfectly on your body, accentuating all the curves, you felt a little nervous about the banquet Akso Hospital was throwing to celebrate its promotion through Lincoln City's medical facilities.

Biting your bottom lip, you looked over at Zayne, who was watching you intently through the reflection.

—You don't need to be so nervous, princess, – he said in his calm and gentle voice, stroking your sides with his fingers. – I will be by your side all the time.

Turning to him, you touched his face with your fragile fingers and, looking into his eyes, gently pulled him to you, kissing his lips.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pressing against your strong body, forcing you to arch your back. His tongue traveled over your lips, licking your lipstick that you applied a few minutes ago and begging to enter your mouth. Unable to resist him, your lips parted, letting the hot tip inside.

Meeting your tongue, Zayne let out a low, strangled moan, pulling you closer to him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, not giving Zayne the opportunity to interrupt the moment. Until he wants it himself.

Your tongues swirled in a kind of dance, making wet kissing sounds. You felt yourself start to melt in his arms again, until suddenly he pulled away from you, breaking the kiss.

The tip of his tongue quickly ran over his lips, licking away the remaining lipstick.

Whining, you looked into his eyes, demanding another kiss, but he just shook his head silently, giving you a ghostly smile.

— Not right now, princess, – he answered, letting you go from his arms. – If I kiss you a little more, we won't go anywhere.

A slight blush appeared on your face as Zayne stepped away from you and walked across the room and pulled a small box out of a drawer.

—Here, – his hand stretched out in your direction. – This is a gift for you.

Your heart beat faster as you took the box with shaking hands and opened it. Inside you saw the device and the remote control for it with a small screen.

Confused, you looked between the device and Zayne who was watching you.

— What it is? – you asked, tilting your head.

—It's a vibrator, – he answered in a calm tone, taking the remote control out of the box. – You need to insert it into yourself.

Your eyes widened at what you heard.

— Insert?

— Yes, insert, – he repeated, nodding. – I will wait for you in the car, princess.

After kissing your forehead, he left the room with a faint chuckle.

Still confused, you stared at the curved device. It was not difficult to guess which part of it should be inserted into yourself. Pulling the vibrator out of the box, you looked in the mirror.

Your reflection did the same with the gift in hand.

— Oh, Dr. Zayne... – you breathed out and lifted the bottom of your mid-thigh dress up.

When you stepped outside, you looked around, wondering what a beautiful summer evening it was outside.

Stepping onto the stone path, your high heels clicked with every step you took.

As you approached the car, Zayne got out of it and, walking around it, opened the door for you, holding out his hand.

Placing his palm in his, he leaned into your ear, speaking softly.

— Did you insert it into yourself?

Blushing, you felt Zayne's gift inside you and looked at him, nodding.

One part of it was outside, barely touching the clitoris, the other, curved, comfortably fit in your womb.

— Good girl, – he smiled and, kissing you on the cheek, helped you sit on the seat.

Blushing even more, you bit your lip as you watched him walk around the car again and take his seat.

— Why are we so quiet? – he asked, starting the engine.

— I'm nervous... – you answered quietly, looking at your hands, which were lying on your hips.

Your fingers were nervously intertwined.

As the car pulled into the driveway, Zayne put his hand on top of yours. His warmth was transferred to you and acted as a sedative.

— I'm with you, princess, – he said consolingly, holding the steering wheel tightly with one hand and gently caressing your hands with his thumb. – You look so beautiful that I don't think I can leave you alone even for a few seconds.

— Then don't leave, – you answered and stretching out your hands, you put his palm on your thigh, stroking it with your fingers.

Fingers squeezed your soft thigh, caressing the skin again. Zayne wasn't averse to such a change.

— If you want so badly, we can go back home and do something more interesting, – with these words he raised his hand, pulling up your dress.

Hearing this, you glanced at him.

— No, we're not coming back, – you furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head categorically. – You have to speak in front of the employees, and you also have to receive an award for your work.

— My award possession is right next to me now, – Zayne replied with a small smile on his face as he continued to caress your thigh. – I can live without other awards.

— Zayne! – squealing, you threw angry looks at him. – You shouldn't say that, it's your job and you must do it.

— When you're so sweetly mad at me, all I want to do is crawl into you and fuck you until that angry look on your face turns to tired-satisfied, as it always does when you're barely hanging on to the last shreds of consciousness after several orgasms at a time.

Flushed with shame, you turned your red face towards the window.

— I can hear you gnashing your teeth all the way here, princess, – laughing, he stroked your thigh and removed his hand, shoving it into his pocket.

In the dim reflection of the window, with trees and lanterns flickering beyond, you saw Zayne's hand holding something small and dark. You wanted to turn your head, but suddenly you felt a vibration inside you.

A moan escaped your lips, as sudden as the movement below. This made your body tremble and your legs clench together.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and looked at Zayne, your eyes wide.

— It's working, that's good, – nodding, he moved his finger across the screen and the vibrator responded with an increase in speed, hitting you in two sensitive spots at once.

— Zayne! – you barely shouted, mixing his name with your moans, arching on the seat.

— What? – he asked, pretending that it had nothing to do with how your vibrator worked. – You look like a whore right now, moaning like that, squeezing your hips together and arching.

Unable to answer, you gripped the doorknob with one hand, flinching every time the vibrator aimed right at a sensitive spot. You clamped your other hand between your thighs.

— Shut it off, Zayne, please...— you whimpered, barely gathering your thoughts.

— I think we can take a little ride around town while we still have time before the banquet starts.

— No, please, ah… – arching your back, you felt the vibration once again hit a sensitive spot and holding back a moan, you looked at Zayne. – Please...

— No, princess, – shaking his head, he picked up the speed again, causing you to whimper even more, shuddering.

The feeling of pleasure quickly grew from the way the vibrator moved inside you. Your legs began to twitch, signaling that it wasn't long before your finals.

— Fuck… ah, – moaning loudly, you threw your head back, arching your back from the pleasure that was already hovering on the horizon.

There were a few seconds left before orgasm until suddenly everything was over.

You didn't immediately realize what had happened until your desire-fogged brain cooled down.

Breathing heavily, you turned your head towards Zayne. You whined pleadingly, squeezing your hips together again and touching your hand to his thigh.

—Zayne? – your voice sounded quiet and hoarse from excitement. – Zane, I want to cum, please…

The corners of his lips twitched upwards when he felt your hands on his. Seeing his reaction made you want to cry at how cruelly he interrupted you.

— Just a minute ago you were begging me to turn it off, and now you're asking me to turn it back on so you can cum? – he asked, glancing at your red face. – We will soon come to the restaurant, so get ready to leave, princess.

You were touched by Zayne's words, but there was nothing you could do. Your body was on fire, your stomach was relentlessly begging for more, and your arms and legs were shaking with desire.

When you got there, you and Zane stood outside for a while. He cautiously stood with his back to the restaurant so that none of the guests could see your red, tomato-like face.

Looking into his eyes, you stroked his hands that gently touched your cheeks, cooling them.

—We wouldn't have to be standing here now if it weren't for you...— you mumbled and furrowed your brows.

—It's you, – Zayne kissed your forehead with a shrug. – You are so damn sexy, I couldn't resist it.

When the tension subsided and you could confidently stand on your feet, you entered the restaurant.

Wandering with Zayne from one guest to another, you squeezed his hand with a small satisfied smile.

He wasn't lying when he said he'd be with you all evening. While talking to colleagues, Zayne continued to hold your hand, and when someone asked about you, he answered briefly:

— Mine +1

Twenty minutes passed before you reached your table. Thank goodness Zayne had requested a table for two ahead of time.

Exhaling heavily, you already forgot about what happened while you were driving here, confused and confused by new and not so good faces.

Looking around the hall, you tried to estimate the number of people present, but the sudden voice of Zayne over your ear made you flinch.

—Who are you trying to find with your beautiful eyes, huh? - his hand rested on your thigh again, squeezing it.

— Are you jealous of me? – you asked in response, turning your head and meeting his gaze.

He could scare someone else, but you only saw the beautiful eyes that were fixed on you now. Smiling at him, you propped your head up with your hand, resting it on the table while your other hand snaked under the table, onto Zayne's thigh, stroking.

—I don't think you have any success teasing me like that, – Zayne said, keeping his gaze on yours until suddenly a figure appeared from behind you.

— I'm very sorry, Dr. Zayne, but...— the man in the suit fussed, tugging at his tie. — We have... we...

— Something happened? – Zayne interrupted him, removing his hand from your leg and looking at the man.

— Yes, the point is that… – excitedly, he muttered something under his breath. – Dr. Zayne, would you mind if two guests sit with you, please?

Turning back to you, he looked into your eyes for a second. You noticed a strange shine in them and before you had time to react somehow, you heard him:

— Do not mind.

— Thank God! — the man happily nodded and hurried to leave you as soon as possible.

When he was out of sight, you looked back at your companion.

— Are you sure you want this? – you asked, feeling sad that you wouldn't be alone like you had planned from the beginning.

— I can't refuse people when they're in trouble, – he answered calmly and took out the familiar remote control from his pocket and looked over your shoulder. – Besides, we have this.

You were about to say something to Zayne when you were suddenly interrupted by approaching voices.

Turning around, you saw a man and a woman. You met them a little earlier. Man a neuropathologist and his wife, who worked in the direction of gene mutation.

Like the beginning of a snow avalanche, you felt a weak vibration inside you. Trying not to show off, you greeted your acquaintances as well, shaking their hands.

— It's nice to see you again, Dr. Zayne,— greeted the man, sitting down across from him.

— To each other, Dr. Hudson,— nodding, he leaned back in his chair, looking at his interlocutor. – How is your research going?

— There are no changes yet, – he answered, shaking his head.

Your attention was slowly taken over by the vibrator, which vibrated more and more inside you. You frowned as you watched Zayne sit at the table with his legs crossed and nodding to his colleague. You wanted him to look at you.

— Men will always find a common language, – you heard the voice of Dr. Hudson’s wife, Linda.

Turning your head towards her, you barely smiled, holding back your trembling.

— And don't say, Linda, – you tried to keep your voice even, but sometimes it sounded uneven.

— Can I ask a question? – asked the woman, looking at you with a smile. – Are you here as a couple or are you his friend?

Smirking the corner of your lips, you looked over at Zaнne, who was engrossed in a scientific and medical dialogue.

—I'm his +1, – you answered, turning your head back in her direction.

Linda continued to chirp, oblivious to how hard you were trying to hold back your moans as the vibrations varied in intensity.

Even now, when Zayne is talking with such a serious look, his finger in his pocket is playing with the remote, making you squirm in your chair.

— Oh, are you all right? – Linda asked, seeing how your face turned red.

As soon as that happened, the men's conversation stopped and Zayne leaned into your ear with a concerned look on his face.

— My little whore wants my dick now, doesn't she? – he whispered quietly so that only you could hear it, burning your ear with his hot air. – Do you want me to fuck you so much that you can no longer hold back your desire?

Pulling back, your eyes met. Your eyes widened as Zayne increased the speed of his vibration as he looked directly into them, making you on the verge of moaning.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, shaking your whole body. His palm rested on your head, stroked your hair and went down to touch your red cheek.

After a few seconds, you felt the cold on your face. Breathing heavily, you looked at him through your eyelashes.

Zayne turned to our neighbors, apologetically.

— I'm sorry, she's a little afraid of large crowds of people.

Touching his hand with your fingers, you caught his attention.

— What? – he asked, looking at you.

— Please, – your lips whispered almost audibly as a hand imperceptibly rested under the table on his groin.

You saw Zayne clench his teeth as your hand gently caressed his masculinity. With each movement, you felt how it got bigger and smiling, you bit your lip.

— Is everything okay with her? – asked Linda, taking her husband's hand.

— Yeah, just a little stress, – he answered, not taking his eyes off you.

Feeling the vibration in you only grow, you can no longer hold yourself back, leaning forward, burying your nose in Zayne's neck, clenching your teeth and thus suppressing your moans.

—My God, – said Linda quietly, looking at her husband. – Maybe she should get some fresh air?

Her husband was looking at you, at the way you pressed your nose against his neck, where the vein stood out, then at Zayne himself, whose gaze changed.

— Yes, – he said uncertainly, nodding. – Maybe she really needs to breathe.

Meeting Zayne's gaze, he lowered his eyes, confident in his guesses.

— I'm sorry, – Zayne said curtly, removing your hand from him and standing up, he helped you up.

Your legs disobeyed you and shook, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Looking up at him hazily, you felt the frenzied desire to feel him inside you growing with each movement of the vibrator in your core.

With Zayne's help, you quickly left the hall, heading to the restroom. Tangling in your legs, you whined quietly, trying not to fall.

— You little whore, – he whispered somewhere next to you as you walked down the hall.

Opening the door, Zayne led you into the dressing room and locking the door, pressed your face against it.

— Zayne, please… ah.. I can't…— you whined, arching your back, pressing your ass against his erection.

With a low growl, his hand slipped into his pocket and the vibration in you stopped. Groaning, you closed your eyes, feeling his fingers slip under your dress and tug at the elastic of your panties, pulling them down in one motion. Spreading your legs wider, you felt Zayne pull out the vibrator, trailing a thin thread of your arousal and his soft moan reached your ears.

—What the hell are you...— he said, throwing his gift into the sink.

— Mhh,— you whimpered, rocking your hips as you looked over your shoulder at Zayne. — I want to feel you inside me... please..

— Tell me what exactly you want me to do, – he whispered in your ear, taking your hand around your neck, forcing your head to tilt back.

Another moan escaped your lips and covering your eyes, you barely breathed in air.

— I want you to fuck me, – you said in a hoarse voice, feeling with every cell of your body the hellish desire to be fucked. – I want your cock..

Gritting his teeth, Zayne placed a hand on your thigh and pulled you into his pelvis, his groin against your buttocks.

— You're driving me crazy right now, – he whispered in your ear, pulling away from you and unzipping his pants, freeing his cock.

Burning with desire, you continued to move your hips, urging him to act faster.

You froze when his head touched your pussy. Zayne's hand moved from your neck to your mouth and clamping down he slowly entered you. His other hand landed on your thigh and squeezing it, Zayne pulled you closer to him.

From excitement and feeling him in you, small flashes appeared in your eyes and rolling them, you rested your hands on the door, arching your back to take his cock deeper.

— It's so damn tight... ah… – Zayne whispered in your ear, snuggling tightly against you.

His cock pulsed inside you, making your body tremble and writhe, demanding movement.

— Wait, – his hand gripped your thigh with a firm grip, making it possible to make even the slightest movement.

Your nails scratched the surface of the door as you whimpered muffled into his hand.

— Bitch, – Zayne scolded and abruptly pulled out to again thrusting himself into your cervix.

If it weren't for the hand that tightly closed your mouth, everyone could hear how loudly you were in favor moaned in this moment. Your body weakened and you shook, barely standing on your feet.

— Stand straight,— Zayne ordered, moving inside you.

His thickness rubbed against your walls, moving confidently deep and hitting the cervix. With your chest pressed against the door, you could hardly breathe.

You shuddered with each of his thrusts. Your pussy, hungry for his cock, made wet noises every time Zayne entered you full length. It seemed as if he wanted to penetrate directly into the uterus, hitting her neck with sharp movements.

His hand moved from his hip to his front, lay down on your stomach.

— Do you feel me well, princess? – he whispered, pressing in the place where a small bump appeared from each of his thrusts. – Do you feel my huge dick inside you?

With tears in your eyes, you nodded, feeling the pressure below.

— Be a good girl and don't make a sound, understood? – his gaze, full of mad desire, was fixed on your face.

Removing his hand from your mouth, Zayne kissed the crook of your neck, grabbing your waist and planting your cunt on top of his cock. You made a frantic effort not to moan at the top of your voice. Instead, you whined softly, pressing your chest against the door and arching your back, biting your lips.

— Are you a good girl? – Zayne asked, leaning into your ear and bringing one of his hands down in front of you, touching your clit with his fingers.

— Yes… yes, I'm good! – you said hoarsely, tightly closing your eyes. – Damn, Zayne, ah… So… So deep, ah…

— A good girl doesn't make that much noise. – The fingers tightened around your waist as your hips gripped Zayne's cock. – Fuck...

— I’m sorry.. I’ll be good… just for you, ha.. just.. just give it to me.. – you whispered and clenched your teeth as his fingers started caressing your gem below.

Your head began to spin with pleasure and feeling like you were about to cum, you turned your head to look at Zayne.

— What a whore you are, – he whispered, looking at your red face, at your bitten lips, at the saliva dripping from the corner of your lips, at your eyes that were clouded with desire.

Zayne's body pressed you against the door harder as his hips crashed into you. Suddenly, he slowed down and you wanted to beg for more, flinching at the fact that he interrupted your orgasm, but his lips quickly met yours.

Absorbed in the sensations that flooded your body, you didn't immediately hear voices outside the door.

Breaking the kiss, Zayne looked into your teary eyes and smiled, pressing his finger to his lips.

Breathing heavily, you barely nodded, moving your ass.

One of Zayne's arms wrapped around your waist and the other was back down. The fingers, having found the clitoris, began to circle around it, which made your body twitch with pleasure.

— Did you hear that today will be the awarding of the prize of the year? – a man's voice sounded nearby.

Unable to think, you didn't care about uninvited guests. You were too hungry and you had everything you wanted.

Zayne's hips picked up speed, slamming mercilessly against her cervix. His fingers gripped you tightly until your legs began to buckle from the speed.

— Yes, and Dr. Zayne will receive the award,— said the other sadly.

The voices grew louder. They seemed to be walking down the corridor towards the dressing room.

— Did you see the queen he came with today? — asked the third voice, changing the subject.

Fingers danced to the general beat, caressing your clit as the voices drew closer.

— Zayne,— you whispered softly, scratching at the bathroom door.

He hissed in your ear, silencing you. Only a soft whimper escaped your lips.

— Did you hear that? – asked the voice behind the door. – I thought someone was crying in the restroom?

You and Zayne froze for a second, but he immediately thrust into you roughly, forcing another soft whimper out of your lips and your hand immediately covering your mouth, stifling another moan.

— Did you hear?!

A soft knock was heard from the other side of the door.

— Are you all right? — the man asked in confusion.

Zayne removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your wrist, forcing your hand away from your lips. Casting a pleading look at him, you met his lustful, longing gaze. Letting out another strangled moan, you spoke hoarsely.

— Yes, everything is fine, don– ah, don't worry.. mh...– the fingers found your clitoris again, which made you moan softly.

—Are you sure miss? – the man behind the door did not calm down.

— Yes, please! – whether it was a response to him, or whether it was Zayne's response to his frantic rhythm, you couldn't know for sure.

— Okay then… – confused by this, the man moved away from the door and, whispering with the others, continued down the corridor.

— Such a dirty whore, – Zayne hissed in his ear, burning him with his hot breath.

— Zayne, please... Ah, I'll soon... I gonna cum soon, – barely saying it, you felt tears fall from your eyes.

— You're ruining your makeup, princess, – his lips touched your neck, leaving a wet mark on your skin. – I'll make sure you cum, I promise.

Groaning softly, you nodded. The hand released your waist and was already firmly pressing your wrist against the door. His hips pounded against you, driving his cock deep inside you. Your viscous juices covered every inch of him and dripped onto your panties.

— Yes, yes, mh! Please! – you whimpered, trying to control your moans.

— Keep the noise down,— Zayne reminded, feeling your cunt squeeze inside him.

Gritting his teeth at how tight it was and how your muscles were contracting, Zayne continued to move.

Your eyes rolled with pleasure, and a wave of orgasm passed through your whole body like lightning. In the first seconds of orgasm, not a single sound came from your lips, but soon you couldn't control yourself anymore.

— Zayne, damn, ah! P-please! Ahh!... — your voice, hoarse with excitement, echoed loudly in the dressing room.

— Fuck, – hearing your moans, Zayne also couldn't control himself anymore.

He abruptly pulled out of you and, turning your face towards him, made you fall to your knees with one movement.

Trembling from orgasm, you only had time to open your lips, swollen from bites, when a wet and hot cock slipped between them and in one sharp movement plunged straight to your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes again as the tip of your nose touched Zayne's groin.

With a stifled moan, he pulled it halfway out to enter his full length again.

— How warm... How nice to fuck you in your mouth, princess, – Zayne said hoarsely, placing his hands on your head, messing up your hair. — Take everything, to the last drop.

Breathing heavily, you could barely see his face through your tear clouded gaze as the hot and viscous liquid poured straight down your throat. Closing your eyes, you swallowed everything he gave you. Every last drop was in your mouth as Zayne pulled out his cock. A thin strip of saliva stretched behind the head to the lips.

Sitting on your feet, you looked at him with a loving look, still breathing heavily. Licking your lips, you swallowed the last drops of his semen and covered your eyes with a smile.

— Love you, – you whispered, feeling your head start to spin.

— How are you, princess? – hastily hiding his cock and fastening the button, Zayne crouched in front of you, lifting your head by your chin.

— I… – you whispered, looking into his eyes. – Satisfied.

Shaking his head, he laughed quietly.

— I'm glad about that, but… – pulling out a napkin from his pocket, he touched the corner of your cheek. – If we plan to return to the hall, you need to get yourself in order...

— Do I look scary? – you asked, letting Zayne take care of you.

— Well, – he shrugged, clearing his throat. — It's like… You look like I fucked you a few minutes ago

Frowning, you put your hand on his shoulder and standing up, you walked over to the mirror on weak legs. Your eyes widened when you saw what happened to your face.

Mascara ran down your cheeks in black rivers, and Zayne's attempts to wipe away the black marks only made it worse by smearing them. Your eyelashes were stuck together from tears and the marks of mascara on your eyelids looked scary.

Whining, you looked at Zayne's reflection in the mirror.

— What? – he looked at you in response.

His face showed nothing but his usual seriousness.

— I'm scared now! – sobbing, you looked at yourself in the mirror again.

— No, you're not, – Zayne said, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, covering your eyes with his free hand. – Don't look.

— But how can I get back now? – your fingers touched his hand, forcing it to go down.

Your gaze landed on Zayne again.

— You didn't take any cosmetics with you from home? – he asked, touching the curve of your neck with his lips.

— Hmm... – looking into the mirror through your eyelashes, you furrowed your eyebrows. – I took it, but my purse remained in the hall...

— Let me bring it to you? – Zayne asked, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

— Yeah, that would be great, – nodding, you watched as your companion let go of you and was about to leave the restroom, when suddenly you stopped him. – Wait.

— What? – he froze and, turning his head towards you, kept his hand on the lock.

Approaching him, you tried not to look into his eyes, being ashamed of how you looked. Almost resting against his chest, you bit your lip, feeling his watchful gaze on you.

— You're a doctor and your reputation should be clean, – you said, zipping up his pants.

— Princess, – his fingers took your chin and lifting your head, he gave you the softest kiss he could. – You are too good for me.

Blushing, you looked away and stepped back from him, waving your hand. – Go and bring me my purse.

Smiling, he watched as you took off your wet panties with a blush on your face and, throwing them on the vibrator in the sink, straightened your dress.

— Maybe we'll be here for a while. – smiling, he turned the lock, closing the door again.

— Zayne!

#love and deepspace #love and deepcpace x listener #loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #zayne smut

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year

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If you love gardening and bringing the outdoors in, this home is amazing. Look at the greenhouse! And, if you love horses, it's an equestrian facility, too! Built in 1979 in Marietta, Georgia, it has 5bds, 7ba, $5.950M.

The house itself is modern rustic. Lots of stone and wood, but some different touches like the ceiling and mezzanine.

Banquet sized dining area w/a large built-in sideboard & bar.

Check out the kitchen- there's a fireplace with a balcony above.

Have you ever seen anything like this? There are so many different guest houses and spaces with kitchens.

Here's a big game room with a garage door. Plus a kitchenette.

Patio and pool at the back of the house.

Chicken coop.

The horse facility.

Check out the green house.

Isn't this fabulous?

The grounds are stunning.

All sorts of little outbuildings and botanical garden park-like property.

Can you imagine owning this?

Outdoor kitchen.

And, look at the chapel on the grounds.

The back of the chapel has a roof top deck.

Looks like Bocce Ball.

8.59 acres of gorgeous property.

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#botanical garden property #estates & mansions #houses #house tours #midnight dreamer #dream house #home tour

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teecupangel · 10 months

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OH OH BUILDING ON THE HUMMINGBIRD

Ezio with a hummingbird! Ezio gifts the bird to Pettruccio (is that how you spell that?) and when Petruccio (how the fuck is it spelled?!) does he takes the hummingbird.

But BUT Desmond-the-hummingbird is with him when he finally gets to the Vault later and Minerva just stops her monologue, looks straight at the bird, and says in a deadpan tone “What the fuck are you doing here Desmond.”

(The hummingbird!Desmond idea with Altaïr)

The end was fast approaching and Minerva had failed.

They had failed.

Too focused on the humans.

Too focused on their own selfish desires.

His father had given up, gracing the halls with lavish banquets to drown his sorrows and guilt.

Juno had been imprisoned, not for the heinous crimes she had committed against the humans but for using such experiments to one of their own.

Perhaps this was their punishment.

They have been at the pinnacle for a long time now.

It was only natural that they would fall.

But this was such a cruel punishment.

The flames of the Solar Flare will consume all.

Those who deserved to be punished and the innocents who do not deserve such an end.

And those flames could not cleanse them all.

Some will survive.

Some who deserved to survive and some who do not.

Minerva does not know which category she would fall to.

But she was going to survive.

This facility would survive.

It was meant to house those for her kind that had committed the most heinous of crimes.

It was meant to survive the most destructive of attacks.

And here…

She finished her final work.

A second Eye.

To connect to Desmond Miles’ Prophet.

The stage has been set. The script has been imbued to the Parcae System.

As long as no one with the knowledge of what will come to pass takes direct actions against Parcae System, Desmond Miles will be born.

And he will receive her message using his Prophet.

The Eye began to hum and she stared at it, its gears turning as it slowly floated away from one another.

Until at the very center of the Eye, she sees him.

Desmond Miles’ Prophet.

He looked at her with wide eyes and she greeted calmly, “Greetings prophet. It is good you have come. Let us see it. To give thanks.”

He held out the Apple towards her and she touched it, locking many of its capabilities until it would come into contact with Desmond Miles.

This was his Apple.

The weapon Minerva have chosen to give to him.

She dropped her hand and turned to where Desmond would be watching this memory as she said, “We must spe-”

She stopped.

As a small bird floated where she was staring, its wings flapping furiously to stay in place.

Her eyes widened.

The Isus do not see the world the same way as humans do.

The closest the humans could see the world as the Isus do would be through their Eagle Vision but, even that paled in comparison.

Everything in this world glowed in an Isu’s eyes, different hues to show more information about them than what human eyes could perceive.

And the bird’s hue.

Its glow.

The white that glowed like sunlight.

The golden smoke emitting all around it that slowly turn to golden dust.

There is only one being to ever glow such a hue in Minerva’s eyes.

“Desmond?”

#hummingbird desmond #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #minerva (assassin's creed)#i’m gonna be honest #minerva’s fate in this one #is very similar to my ideas for #ac fic: eagle of alamut #XD

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mayfairlagoon · 1 year

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I NEED MORE STRAY CHILDE AND CAT READER

YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER (also i'm turning this into a possible lil threesome bc i need and i have 0 selfcontrol ;;)

fem!reader, hybrids, suggestive content, love triangle, age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult, implied chubby reader, jealousy and feels, a tiny bit of angst?? but it's woven in between fluff so it's okay </3 also my terrible grammar

okay soooo...i was thinking about a kinda 'lady and the tramp' scenario but with a little twist? where you, the prized kitty girl, belong to an incredibly wealthy snezhnayan noblewoman. she is already on the older side, she never married or had kids and while living a lavish life full of extravagant banquets, travels across teyvat, meeting the most interesting people, sometimes it does get lonely in a big mansion you know? sure there are the servants and many other people who'd be more than willing to converse with her but a jumpy mousy handmaiden or some boring sycophantic dignitary or two can only do so much to be considered 'good' company.

after much thinking and careful consideration, the woman decided on buying a cat hybrid. the hybrid breeding business was booming all over teyvat, it basically became a staple for the wealthy to buy hybrids, dress them up like the most beautiful porcelain dolls and flaunting them on various official occasions like banquets or balls.

there was a large variety of well bred hybrids, all from most perfect and long lineages that would put the family histories of most noble houses to shame. from bunnies through sables, foxes, peacocks up to horse hybrids but it still wasn't perfect, all of them were boring; well, until she met you. a catgirl with fluffy shiny (h/c) fur combed and groomed to perfection, pointy ears standing high and proud and a lovely fluffy tail swishing as if annoyed by the disturbance behind you. from the second she saw you, she knew that you were the one that would keep her company. you were a cute young thing, just over 16 years old and the perfect combination of politeness, shyness and sassyness, not overly clingy and desperate to be bought but also not rude or hissy. yes, you'd be perfect.

and so began your new life with your new owner in a completely new environment. sure, you'd miss the facility where you grew up in but you were also excited what your future would hold for you and judging by the lady who bought you, you'd never have to worry about anything anymore.

a few years passed in bliss. you were now just over 20 and you really grew into your new life. ever since the nice lady brought you into your new home or rather a small palace, you lived a life of luxury as the favorite (and only!) pet of her ladyship. you had your own room, own bed stuffed to the brim with pillows and topped off with a silky see-through canopy, all designed in a lovely and tasteful (f/c) palette. you even had a personal chef and groomer! after all the favorite kitty of the household had to eat the best food and have her fur shiny and not a single tangle in sight; yes, life was calm and perfect for you.

well...at least until someone barged in at full speed. it was a ginger stray cat hybrid who called himself childe, ajax for friends which he insisted on becoming with you. stray hybrids weren't a rare sight to be honest, especially in a big metropolis like the capital city of snezhnaya, but they usually kept to the more shady parts of the town, scavenging the dark alleys and slums for scraps so it was quite a fright when suddenly a big, rough looking stray jumped over the fence and right next to the spot where you were sunning!

after hissing and yowling up a storm you realized that childe had no real ill intentions but you were still miffed about the situation, why was he here? how the hell did he even get here?

after a sheepish explanation from the scarred hybrid that he was just scavenging the area for food and he got wind of a new smell he just couldn't resist and had to check out the source! he really didn't expect for you to be the source and before he could retreat he slipped and fell into your garden and here he was...ta-daaa!

you didn't really buy it, the ginger cat literally spelled trouble by just looking at him but you kinda felt a little pity on him; he was a stray for gods know how long and while he was well build and very big, judging by the growl in his belly he didn't eat for a very long time.

just because you were a 'high-born' and belonging into a aristocratic family didn't mean you were cruel or heartless so you told the man to wait here for you as you sneaked into the kitchens and loaded a cloth full of different kinds of meats, cheeses and fruit and brought them back to him to eat. your heart squeezed painfully at the wide eyes of the stray as you gave him the wrapped cloth and wished him well, telling him not the eat trash anymore and if he were hungry then to just come here and you'll give him food.

and so started the quite unlikely friendship between you and the big stray, ajax, and you had to admit that the once seemingly meek and sheepish cat was actually the biggest troublemaker you ever saw! as your friendship progressed his true colors shone through and gave him an entirely new but lovable personality. ajax was funny, smart, cunning and a major flirt, often teasing you and making moves on you, then laughing boisterously when you flushed and hissed at him with your ears pulled flat against your head.

he even showed you his den! after weeks of convincing you to give into his pleas of sneaking out for the night because 'he wanted to show you something' you finally gave into his pleads and went with him, anxious to be away from your safe mansion but also excited for the new possible adventure.

what ajax hyped up to be his 'incredibly cool and super comfy den' was actually an old abandoned barn on the outskirts of the town. you weren't really impressed and by the look of your sour expression childe sweated a little but pulled you after him while promising that it looks much better on the inside...it really didn't but at least the attic of the barn was kept well enough and judging by the neat circle of old blankets, furs and pillows this was where the hybrid made his den and to be honest....it really was comfy.

you began to sneak out almost every night to meet childe at his barn, at least it gave you the privacy and you didn't have to worry about any patrolling guards or stray servants busting your secret friend.

soon the old barn became your second home and the circle of old raggedy blankets and pillows your new bed. it was quite liberating in some way to roll around in the nest with ajax, the catboy nothing but accommodating and happy to have you here with him. he loved to see you smile and purr up a storm when your were rolling around and nuzzling the blankets simultaneously leaving your delicious scent all over his place which often led to...some unsavory activities after you left.

but could you really blame him?! how can he not rub his cock and cum all over himself when he has the image of your perfect soft body burned into his brain and various sinful thoughts are occupying his mind the second he gets a whiff of your scent.

it will always be a secret but his favorite fantasy is of you abandoning your life at the mansion and have you run away with him. the thought of having you here with him at all times, hunting and providing for you, returning after each successful hunt to you as you smile and lick his cheek, the tiny mewls of your kitties the only noise in the otherwise silent barn besides the cracking fire in the rundown hearth and your loud purrs.

but this is all it will ever be, a fantasy. he couldn't possibly ever ask you of such a thing, such a sacrifice to satisfy his selfish desires especially after all the things you did for him. he knew painfully well that you are way out of his league, basically a princess to his tramp self; but that didn't mean he still couldn't cherish you and every moment he shared with you! yes, he was content with what he had. everything was perfect....until it wasn't.

while your lady didn't exactly know the details of where her prized catgirl went off to, she had the vague idea that you were...disappearing for the nights and coming back ruffled and dirty like some common stray and it got her thinking...what if you were lonely? what if you were just seeking out the presence of another hybrid? it wouldn't surprise her really, after all she was the one to buy you in the first place to quell her own loneliness so how could she be so selfish and possibly neglect the feelings of her favorite girl! and she knew just the perfect resolution for the issue...

imagine your surprise when one beautiful winter morning when you came down into the salon stretching and yawning to check out the noises that seemed to go on since the early hours only to notice your lady sitting on the recliner with a...hybrid standing right next to her.

you wouldn't lie when you said that you almost turned on your heel and made a beeline back to your room and hide under the various blankets of your nest. this hybrid...this...monster wasn't something you ever saw, even in childe.

the cat hybrid appeared to be older, much older than you with long flowing and well kept white hair topped with two pointy white ears and a neat beard. the man was tall, so very tall, and broad; his thick chest and arms partially covered by the fur coat he was wearing, but the most prominent feature of his were his piercing gray eyes. the slitted pupils looking almost like tiny diamonds inside his eyes when his stone cold gaze zeroed on your figure and you suddenly felt so tiny and exposed in your nightgown and see-through robe; your tail swishing anxiously behind you as the man glowered down on you.

finally after what felt like an eternity, your lady noticed you and beamed, jumping up from her seat and inviting you over to introduce the mysterious man.

his name was apparently pierro and he was the new cat hybrid your lady bought in order for you to no longer be lonely, plus judging by his sheer size he could also be your protector.

while your lady was happily rambling and telling you all about the process and all the benefits of pierro being here all you could do was stay quiet, ears pinned flat to your head as you and the big man had a staredown with you quickly loosing. you just didn't understand it! it was all a big misunderstanding! you weren't 'lonely' at all but on the other hand you guessed you got a little careless and sloppy about sneaking out to meet with childe. getting a bit too comfortable was a big mistake and you could understand it coming off as 'feeling lonely' to your lady, she probably was thinking that you were sneaking out to search for other cat people and now you were stuck with the older hybrid. maybe it wouldn't be so bad? after all, pierro looks like he's an older hybrid even for your extended lifespans, plus he doesn't really look like the type to chase you around and play or bother you, if anything he was looking at you like you're the one to bother him in your own damn house! ultimately there was nothing you could do anymore, pierro was here already and it looked like he was staying so you guessed you just had to suck it up for a bit and hold off on meeting with childe for the time being.

and so pierro stayed in the mansion for good. a few weeks passed already and honestly? it was better than you expected! just like you previously presumed pierro didn't bother you or even try to interact with you, most times keeping just to himself doing gods know what and yet you felt his constant presence, like a phantom lingering around you and keeping a keen eye on you.

even with this strange feeling you came around, breaking the invisible wall and actually trying to get pierro to at least like you a little bit which, to your great surprise, wasn't difficult at all.

the big cat hybrid was actually very pleasant to be around; he was mostly either reading something or lounging around on a recliner or next to one of the enormous fireplaces in the mansion and it provided a perfect opportunity to get to know each other. he had a very deep, rough and rumbling voice that send pleasant shivers down your spine any time you heard it, plus he seemed to naturally run hot so lounging next to him in front of the fire during a cold winter night proved to be a wonderful experience, his deep rumbling purrs vibrating and lulling you to sleep.

he even started to slowly allow himself to become more 'touchy' with you! at first it were just short and stiff nuzzles, just to acknowledge your existence, then it slowly evolved into more lingering touches, insistently rubbing his head against yours, grooming your fur with his tongue, wrapping his tail around yours and even full on spooning you when lounging on a fur rug. the ultimate sign of trust was when one night pierro invited you to his chamber to climb into his nest to cuddle and bond and you won't lie when you say you felt a hot tingle in your lower belly when you climbed into the enormous wonderfully soft nest that was drenched in his scent and you felt the man slowly rub his cheek upwards from the base of your tail to your shoulders and bit down softly, his huge fangs oh so gently clamping down on the back of your neck as he slowly pulled your back snugly to his broad hairy chest and laid down with you, his teeth still holding you.

the gesture was an incredibly intimate one, reserved only for mates but it made you feel all giddy and tingly inside, quiet purrs from deep within your chest mixing with pierro's rumbles and combined with the cracking fire from the heart it made for a wonderfully cozy and intimate soundscape.

you let pierro take care of you, his teeth finally letting loose of your neck to gently lick it with his rough tongue and growling lowly when he felt your hips shift under his, pulling you even closer and crushing you against his chest. his darling little kitten seemed to finally be relaxed in his presence, something he longed for from the very beginning when his new owner introduced you to each other. you finally stopped to sneak out so much the more open you became with each other and you no longer smelt like that wretched stray, childe.

pierro growled under his breath at even the thought of that tramp getting close to you and thinking he'd have any chance with you while you had him. instead he continued to lick you, down from your neck and towards your delicious full breasts feeling particulary naughty and sneaking a quick suck or two to your nipples, an answering delighted mewl from you all he needed to know.

now that the stray was out of the picture he had you all to himself and soon he'd mate you. while her ladyship was sometimes annoying him he had to begrudgingly thank her for bringing you two together although perhaps not in the way she thought. maybe you will present her with a nice healthy litter of well bred kittens next year with him as the proud father? who knows; for now though he had a needy kitty to take care of and the night was just starting~

unbeknownst to either of you, a pair of deep blue eyes was glaring at you from the balcony of the room. childe was furious, basically fuming from the inside but not at you, no, never at you, but at pierro for even thinking of trying to take you from him and at himself for allowing this to happen.

a few weeks back when pierro was just brought into the mansion you did warn childe that you'll be unable to sneak out as often as previously due to your lady bringing another hybrid into the household and to avoid suspicion you had to drastically cut down on your time together. at first he thought it wouldn't really bother him, he was a stray and used to being alone, but after so many weeks of having you so close, keeping him company and just simply being there for him made him feel dangerously attached to you and the knowledge that you had to stay away from him for an indefinite amount of time made him feel miserable and to add salt to the wound you now shared a space with another hybrid, pierro, out of everyone.

he vaguely knew the hybrid before; tall and broad in statue, stone cold exterior, a permanent scowl on his face that never seemed to wither. according to rumors the old hybrid had a lineage that reached as far as back to the ancient khaen'rhian people, due to that (and from what childe was aware) pierro couldn't be technically owned by someone, he was always just...there. so it had him baffled when he saw the man strolling through the gardens, his piercing diamond pupils turning into slits when they zeroed on him and made a face that could be only described as 'disgusted pity'. childe then pulled his ears back, the fur on his back standing on ends and was ready to pounce on him but retreated last second when he saw your soft body coming up from behind pierro and rubbing affectionately up against him. the ginger hybrid would lie when he said that his jaw almost hit the floor when he witnessed the scene and his blood boiled at the disgustingly smug look on pierro's face when he wrapped his long fluffy tail around you and returned your gesture before turning you around and walking away from him place of hiding like he was some afterthought you shouldn't be bothered with.

seeing you with the big hybrid, pierro, was like putting salt in the wound that he created for himself. why couldn't he confessed to you earlier? was he really such a coward that he couldn't even express his love for the girl of his dreams? and now he had to watch you being all lovely and cozy with the big male while he was left standing high and dry, plus he just knew that the white haired hybrid would rub his triumph all over his face the next chance he got.

'but just you wait', childe thought with a bitter scowl. it was just the beginning as sooner the abyss would freeze over than childe would admit defeat. you'd become his mate and he'd win your heart.

just you wait

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #my magnum opus #this is my biggest work actually :'))#i went to town on this one so i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!#and thank you for the patience :')))#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader

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