#the bad dog and his favorite toy—always has you close always has you in his teeth somehow

[jj-one]

A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

When your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

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Bungo Stray Dogs (cats) as cats!

As the title says! Bungo stray dogs, or should I say bungo stray cats? Whatever, I hope you guys have fun reading this as much as I had while writing these random hc about them as cats.

The character included in this post are: Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor, Ranpo and Sigma!

Dazai, also known as Catzai!

Dazai must be one of the strangest cats you've ever had in your life.

His personality.. He is always playful and energetic, rarely gets tired, and spends most of his time hunting and purposely bringing dead animals into your bed so that you are scared and disgusted.

He's rather lazy... And enjoys naping in boxes or drawers. If these are not open, he'll just open them. He's really clever!

One of his favorite activities is to throw everything he sees, and if that were not enough, he stares at you while he commits such an act, so that you are aware that he did it, even if he blackmails you later with that appearance and little eyes! Who won't forgive him?

Being a fairly energetic cat, you will rarely see him sleeping, but I can assure you that when he is bored and has no one to bother, he is very likely to fall asleep in the most remote places of your house, or if he is generous, in your bag. He loves to lie next to you in your bed and meow if you don't let him snuggle up next to you. It's quite a drama.

Without forgetting that he is a dramatic feline, it is not expected that he will spend most of his time meowing.

Normally he is a fairly affectionate cat, but somewhat radical. Sometimes he wants to, sometimes he doesn't. The times he wants to (and he doesn't ask you to pamper him, he forces you himself) he is very cuddly and constantly turns and repositions himself to receive more caresses, it doesn't matter where, he will like them.

But pay attention! Don't be fooled by how he allows himself to be petted all the time. Don't get too close to his bandaged paws, they are usually quite sensitive and contact can make him uncomfortable. As long as you are delicate and do not insist on those areas, Dazai will always allow himself to be caressed, whatever the moment.

Osamu's favorite toys are a couple of rolls of bandages that he rolls over and plays with. Other toys included are clearly your hands, makeup, or any belongings of yours that are welcome!

Speaking of his other favorite toys, Dazai is a cruel cat sometimes, he doesn't mind ruining your makeup with his little claws, but if you get really angry with him, I don't think he'll hesitate much to meow sadly, rubbing against you or snuggling near you. He will eventually feel guilty, and if you reject him, he will move away and give you space and maybe later try to approach you again. In the last few hours Dazai probably would not be in the mood to play, sleep, or do anything except lay with his head down, thinking.

When he accidentally scratches or bites you, whether intentionally or not, he will at first 'laugh' (rather look at you mischievously) at your exaggerated "ouch!" If it ever hurts more than necessary and he sees blood present, much or little, his ears will tilt slightly and he will come closer to clean your wound with his tongue. Dazai usually feels bad for hurting you, but he knows he doesn't have to be sad over something so small, right?

But not everything is so sad! Come on, let's cheer up! Osamu is agile when it comes to showing off, I mean, who's going to blame him? He is a beauty and model. Even if you don't like letting him out just because the female cats who need a male follow him home, Dazai always tends to run away, but he always comes back after an hour or two. Likewise, his loyalty is only to you!

A few days ago your pet, Dazai, had been a little suspicious, from time to time he tried to get into your bag, you didn't know the exact reason, but he tried to be as stealthy as possible. Until the day comes when you go shopping to buy food for Dazai, and when you open the bag, you find a little head poking out of the bag, followed by a pronounced meow. You are surprised and sigh, giving in to petting him for a while while he purrs. Maybe Dazai himself would like to choose his meal based on seafood after all.

Now, to close his section!

How does he sleep and how does he like to sleep? It's quite varied, there are times when he sleeps with his stomach visible, showing you that he trusts you! Other times in the form of a ball or the most common: sleeping curled up under your pajamas (he literally gets under your shirt and snuggles against your chest, this also means that it feels your heat and your body more closely).

Dazai likes to sleep in many ways, but his favorite will always be curled up close to you, enjoying the warmth of your body, and if not, he'll offer to be your fluffy heater himself.

Chuuya, also known as Chuucat!

He must be one of the most expensive cats you have ever had, it was a sought-after breed, but not only for that, also because you spent a lot of money on hus toys, high-quality food and comforts of all kinds.

Chuuya and Dazai were almost always fighting, and several times they fought, and although Chuuya almost always won regardless of his height, Dazai would sometimes walk away, although other times he would fight back. And every time you saw them, you separated them and pushed them away.

Sometimes Chuuya and Dazai were quiet, side by side, doing nothing but lying down and watching TV, but that didn't stop Dazai from teasing him at times, although at those times Chuuya sometimes let himself be lightly hugged by Dazai.

Chuuya mostly meows at you to help him put on his not-so-cheap hat and collar. Once you put it on, he is always in a better mood.

Chuuya may not be the most affectionate cat, at first he doesn't allow himself to be petted but little by little he will allow himself to be petted until he gains confidence even if it costs him.

Chuuya is usually quite grateful, if you buy him a bed or house type toy he will not ignore it and will not use it since he knows that it has cost you money and he does not want to make you feel sad, so he will always use and enjoy what you buy if he can.

Although it's not too far-fetched an idea, sometimes Chuuya will lie down and curl up next to you, seeking attention. This happens when he feels sad or just want attention. When Chuuya is sad, he stands next to you, with not very loud meows, and waits for you to hug him or pet him while saying nice words to him.

Chuuya is a strong feline and likes to practice his new strategies when fighting, strategies he sometimes uses with Dazai as he refuses to attack other stray cats unless one intentionally provokes him, picks a fight, or is attacked for no reason.

Even if it costs him, Chuuya tries to trust you. Friends are important to him and whoever is his friend, he will be loyal and friendly towards him.

Nakahara approached you one day, with his tail raised and the tip to the side, indicating that he wants to interact and is friendly. Chuuya meowed as he sat next to you, watching what you were looking at on your phone, and waited patiently for you to finish answering him, but after a while, Chuuya sat in your arms, covering your phone and forcing you to pay attention to it.

He's really protective and loyal to you!

In conclusion, Chuuya is usually like this: Affectionate= sometimes, not all the time (7/10). The times he comes to force you to pamper him= quite strange (2/10), he usually doesn't care much if he receives pampering or not, but he also doesn't complain if you bombard him with affection.

Nikolai, also known as Nikocat or Catlai!

Nikolai is the definition of chaos in the house.

When he is alone, when you get home, don't be surprised to see some scratched things nearby, or some hidden objects that you may not find for days.

Nikolai is a rather... energetic feline so to speak, you will see him all the time playing tricks, pranks and annoying you most of the time.

Pranks can range from hiding your belongings, playing with dangerous objects, or using your couch as something to sharpen his nails.

In his free time he sits in your arms and bothers you, not letting you finish your things, blocking your vision so you couldn't do anything while he was there.

His tail is fluffy and as a result of this, you can't help but put a pom pom or a bow on his tail.

He lets you pet him as long as you want, but he has moments where he just scratches or bites you on purpose.

One of his favorite activities is to disappear and return unexpectedly when you least expect it.

That is, one day you could be lying quietly looking for your pet, and when you couldn't find him, you would get agitated and desperately try to look for him, but it didn't appear, and just when you were about to do so. You went out to look for him and that's when you found him on top of a piece of furniture.

Don't worry when nothing scares you on Halloween! In your bed or in any unexpected place you will find a dead and bloody animal, be it a bird, a mouse, even insects...

Although Nikolai is very agile, he tends to get dirty quickly due to the color of his coat, a snow white with heterochromia and a feathered tail that looks like a braid.

You still remember when a friend came to visit and Nikolai, bored, decided to attack him till he eventually left.

In conclusion, he is a mischievous cat who makes jokes whenever he has the right moment. If he doesn't like a person, he won't hesitate to do everything in his power get rid of them so they won't come close to you or him, even if it means attacking them or scaring them. Although... Nikolai might like everyone.

Always get himself in trouble.

He also loves to sometimes go outside and catch birdies. He takes care of mouses and rats since they remind him of Fyocat.

Fyodor, also known as Fyocat!

You could say that Fyodor is the typical feline stereotype: an independent cat who doesn't care about his owner and believes he owns everything.

He is too relaxed and carefree a cat to worry about doing meaningless things.

He is one of the most relaxed cats you have ever had in your life, he almost never meows, he always stays away from you and he also has no interest in hunting.

Hunting is not one of his favorite things, the truth is that he prefers to play and have a good time with any rodent he finds, especially rats. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't usually hunt, sometimes he hunts insects and crushes them, or simply bites them until they are split in half, and then takes care of grabbing them and throwing them in the trash on their own. He's not a fan of insects.

He is not a very affectionate cat either, he does not seek attention nor does he need it since everything he does he prefers to do alone, without background noises.

It's relatively easy for him to convince you to give him some pretty expensive snacks. Although he normally uses manipulation to get you to give it to him, the same goes for wanting something, if you don't want to give it to him he will resort to other psychological methods.

He doesn't usually sleep much as he takes care of other matters that don't concern you based on his body language. He almost never sleeps, and when it's morning he usually falls asleep accidentally, secretly.

He is not a cat that seeks caresses or needs them, but from time to time when he feels stressed and wants a break (which is not very possible) less than a minute of caressing is enough for him.

Other cats usually annoy him for the simple fact of being a little different from the others, but this doesn't matter too much to him.

The fact that he is very intelligent allows him to trick you and weaker cats. Also to plan strategies that helps him do things without using violence.

He doesn't usually go out because he stays in his place and doesn't know what he's doing. Fyodor is quite reserved.

Ranpo, also known as Rancat!

He's the most... peculiar cat you've ever had, he seems much more like a dog than a cat.

He is very playful and usually has a lot of energy, he is also very playful and will not miss any opportunity to play!

On the other hand, he is energetic, but not capable of running or climbing like other cats, as he tires quickly, or simply refuses to do so without receiving anything in return.

His red flag is that he is not going to do anything if he does not receive something in return, whether it be some snacks or some caresses and cuddles.

He loves to receive attention and if he doesn't get it he forces you with meows and staring at you with his eyes until you feel compassion and pity for him.

Ranpo usually likes snacks that taste relatively sweet (even if they don't have sugar because otherwise it would hurt him).

He likes to play with toys, although after a few minutes he gets bored and starts playing with his fingers.

His little hat sometimes falls off quite frequently, so you'll have to help him put it on like a toddler.

One of Ranpo's favorite things is to lie down in front of you with his belly up so people can pet him.

Although nothing compares to your attention, whenever possible try to get everyone to pet him and praise him for how intelligent he is.

Ranpo's brown fur and brown eyes (yes, his eyes are originally brown, Bones changed them to green in the anime) make him look like chocolate.

He is a very friendly cat, but that doesn't mean that he sometimes gets "angry" with you.

You still remember the day when he was angry at you for such silly thing. It all started with one morning when you forgot to pet Ranpo like a good morning accompanied by a kiss (since yes, that's all part of Ranpo's routine) and since then, almost the entire day he was upset with you, both who ignored you and refused to even eat his favorite snacks in front of you (he only ate them once you left so he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of making him stop being upset). It wasn't until the evening that his anger passed and he decided to come to your room meowing and demanding attention while snuggling in your arms.

Sigma, also known as Sigcat!

Sigma is a little... Interesting sometimes, but you know what they say, since he is an owner, so will his pet /hj.

He hates everything that has to do with beaches. Never try to take him to the beach as he will hate it. Sigma doesn't really like seeing sand, and although he hates deserts even more, he also can't help but feel uncomfortable when he sees sand on the beach since it reminds him of deserts.

It is a small kitty in which discomfort usually predominates. Every time there is guests he hides and doesn't come out until they leave.

Sigma is a big fan of cookies, but since he is a cat he can't eat them because it would cause problems, so sometimes you buy him cat food in the form of cookies, and when you can't find it, you mix types of feed you give it the shape.

One thing he loves is being up high, no matter where he is, he will always try to stay where there is more height, that's why you had to buy him a little house with enough scratching posts so that he can climb on them and sit or sleep on the top of the structure.

It only trusts his owner, no one else. He will only trust if his owner trusts that other person (although for that to work he has to be used to that person's presence).

He likes to be petted, although excessive contact can stimulate him too much and make him feel uncomfortable.

He has a unique coat! Almost all the people who saw your pet repeat it to you.

He is an indoor cat, he doesn't like to go out. He limits himself to observing nature and living beings from the window.

When you want him to come with you, you can buy him a comfortable bag with blankets and an opening so he can stick his head out. Above all, you want to be comfortable and be as inconspicuous as possible.

How are you going to blame this adorable feline when he accidentally ruins something? Whoever does it is heartless! Poor Sigma would surely be very nervous and guilty.

Good luck with taking care of his fur! It'll take a long time.

That's all for today! Have a good time. Soon I'll try to post Chuuya's fluff oneshot!

Check more of my works here. Just scroll down until you find my list.

#bsd chuuya #bsd #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #osamudazai #bsd headcanons #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd sigma #sigma bungou stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo

[mallorydeluna]

May I please aee ask for headcanons for the demon bros based on this?

https://www.tumblr.com/crazyyanderefangirlfan/725630683479965696/demon-1-uh-dude-shouldnt-you-meet-you-with-mc

The ending with the alternative please

(Ooh..... This is gonna be interesting.... Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this. There's been a lot happening in my life. Forgive me.... TwT)

(Here's the whole prompt from @crazyyanderefangirlfan 's post. The credit for this idea goes to her! I changed it up a bit, I hope that's okay!)

Demon 1: Uh Dude, shouldn't you go meet up with MC? I mean, this project is more than half of your grade.

Demon 2: What?! No! You know what, Man? Fuck MC. She always does every assignment half assed and she still gets good grades. And come to think of it, why should we be civil or even nice to that stupid bitch in the first place? She's just a fucking weak human, and I’m fuckin' sick of it, man. She's nothing but a ratchet-ass whore who just opens her holes for the demon lords every time they ask! And you know what?! She's not even that hot, She isn't even cute. She has Lucifer, His brothers, Solomon, The angels, and both Barbatos and Lord Diavolo wrapped around her dainty little finger. It's stupid! There. Someone had to say it. I’m glad it was me.

Demon 1: Uh, Dude....

Demon 2: Yeah, what's up? 

Demon 1: You may want to look behind you....

Demon 2: What? *Turns around to see MC standing there with a menacing smile on her face* Well, shit....

After the whole conversation, the second demon had found out you were listening. You proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp before throwing him into a dumpster. "How's that for a 'fucking weak human' bitch?! Maybe next time you'll think twice before opening your mouth and speaking about people behind their backs!"

Meanwhile, all the brothers were watching. Each of them had a murderous expression on their face but each expression seemed different.

Lucifer:

Sadistic Smirk.

"Oh.... I'm going to enjoy this...."

He loves putting people in their place, but what does he love even more? Badass MC who doesn't take anyone's bullshit!

He watches on with a less than satisfied smirk, he's impressed by your strength but he doesn't believe the demon has been fully punished.

Lucifer is definitely not one to put up with anyone badmouthing Diavolo or his brothers, he's protective. But when it comes to you?

Oh. OH! He'll have a field day!

*dark chuckle* I guess Cerberus is getting a new chew toy.

After Luci watches you beat up that insignificant pest, his brothers have a go at the worthless demon.

If the demon wasn't dead after you and the other brothers..... Well, he'd have one moment of reprieve. But....

That won't last long. Lucifer needs to have his fun too.

Mammon:

What?! What did you just say?! You dare insult the Great Mammon's favorite human?!

He's not very good at self defense not is he good at keeping his emotions in check so Satan and Beelzebub had to hold him back.

He's the second one to land a hit on the demon, after you.

You were a lot of things, many of your qualities were amazing. Not once have you ever done anything half assed in your time there.

The last thing you'd ever be to Mammon is a "ratchet-ass whore."

Who exactly did that low life demon think he was talking about? It certainly shouldn't be you.

He didn't really care if someone badmouthed him, his brothers do it daily.... But someone talking bad about you? His MC? They'll regret their existence.

Mammon seconds the idea of handing the demon to Cerberus, the whole Devildom knows you and the three headed dog are close.

He's satisfied with the punishment you have the demon and he is satisfied because he landed some hits. His brothers punishments didn't matter.

After the whole ordeal, Mammon takes you back to the House of Lamentation for some alone time.

Leviathan:

Wut?

"MC's the bitch? Look who's talking shit behind her back!"

He's not very violent, he is mainly serving as support to you.

He's the only one besides maybe Asmo that doesn't hurt the demon even more.

Levi isn't envious of the demon, he's envious of you and your strength.

He'll act like you're a "normie" and he'll wonder why everyone is so worried about a pathetic little human but deep down, he cares about you.

Levi may not hit the demon with his hands but he will slap the unconscious demon with his tail, that's satisfying to him.

Will secretly drown the demon in his sleep if you ask him to. After all the other brothers teach the demon a lesson of course!

When it comes to you, he follows you and Mammon back home, being out of his room is making him uncomfortable.

Satan:

Silence. At first....

*evil cackle* "Oh...... You pitiful little waste of space...."

MC.... Our brilliant, gorgeous, Sweet MC.... That's who this demon is insulting. Pitiful.

He lands many blows to the demon, both physical and emotional. Hits and Insults at the same time.

He doesn't care about if the demon dies, he's worried about bringing MC the justice she deserves.

Satan thinks about unaliving the demon himself but he doesn't because despite how much he refuses to admit it, Lucifer has a better punishment in store for the pest.

He'll follow you, Mammon, and Levi back home, he'll spend some time with you and he'll read to you. So.... Win-Win.

He won't talk about the situation after that day so try not to bring it up.

Asmodeus:

Oh honey.... Worst mistake of your life.

*strokes the demons bruised and busted face* "I would tell you it's almost over but lying to you might hurt you more."

He feels no remorse, he feels sorry for the demon because of how he thinks but he doesn't feel any remorse for the demon.

Asmo only watches a bit of the beat down but he cheers you on when you put that demon in his place.

He records the whole thing, just in case someone want to get cocky and try twisting the story.

Asmo takes a selfie with the demon too, he posts it on Devilgram with a warning. Maybe next time, no one will think to openly insult you.

He just as satisfied with the punishment that Lucifer's given. Though, there are times during the beatdown when he whispers; "rougher!" "harder!" "fuck him up!" "yeah!"

Beelzebub:

Poor guy was minding his own business, just munching on a cheeseburger when he heard the demon.

Along with Leviathan and Asmodeus, he opts to not beat up the demon.

Beelzebub knows his limits and he knows that he will 100% kill the demon if he joined in.

Sweet boy offers you half of his food in order to calm you down. He knows you might still be angry about the demon and Beel just wants to help.

Even though he doesn't join in on the fight, he does check to make sure the demon is alive. The last thing he needs is to have a guilty conscience because he "helped" murder someone.

Beel also takes pictures of the fight, he's helping Asmo back up the situation with the proof.

After y'all get back home, y'all eat snacks in his room and y'all watch some action movies. Those are Beelzebub's favorite.

He's not ashamed to tell people what you did to the demon, the demon crossed a line and he's gonna get what's rightfully coming to him.

With Asmo, He shares the videos and photos online, he doesn't care about his reputation but he does care about yours.

Super protective demon, while he may not serve justice, he will happily watch you do it.

Belphegor:

*blinks* "I mean, yeah, I see why you could think that, I definitely don't agree with you but you should keep it to yourself.... You've just doomed your sanity."

When it's Belphie's turn, he doesn't use his hands, no..... He uses knives.

He'll hold the demons hands together with his tail so the demon wont fight back.

Belphegor cuts the demons tongue out and splits the demons lips open.

After he draws blood from the demon, he decides to throw the demon around a bit.

Belphie believes that no bruise or cut is completely without a broke bone or two, he will definitely paralyze the demon, that's for sure.

He, like Satan knows Lucifer's punishment for the lowlife will be much more severe so he backs off after a few minutes but he stays to help clean up the mess.

Bonus:

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon are standing there, watching the beat down.

Simeon look on at the brothers and the demon with worry. "Should we stop them? A dead demon is nothing to laugh at...."

Diavolo stands there with his arms crossed. He was smirking, he had watched you beat the demon up so easily, as if the demon was nothing. He was beyond impressed. "No, I doubt this demon is innocent. MC never gets angry, especially like that."

Barbatos nod in agreement as he watches you and the brothers with interest. "Fair point, my Lord but we can't act like we knew about this.... That would be a problem."

Solomon, who has stayed quiet in the whole debacle, nods as he watches you move about and scream. "Such rage, from one human.... MC at that.... It's honestly surprising."

Simeon frowns and watches the beat down. "Let's just hope this doesn't become a habit for MC.... She's still human, I doubt she'll stay here forever....."

At that statement, Diavolo's smirk grows. "Ah! You probably shouldn't say things like that, Simeon. You'll give me too many ideas." He looks longingly at you and he smiles. "Oh, How the future can change."

#obey me #om! mc #om! lucifer #lucifer x mc #om! mammon #mammon x mc #om! leviathan #leviathan x mc #om! satan #satan x mc #om! asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #om! beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #om! belphegor #belphegor x mc #om! diavolo #om! barbatos #om! solomon #om! simeon

[austeenbootler]

His Baby Girl Pt 1

WC: 1.1 k

tw: none? (lmk if i missed any 😀) but this is just fluffy and a meet cute?

summary: two babies bringing their dads together and they start to fall in love. yea… enjoy ☺️

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Each day like clock work, Gale picked up his darling scarlett cleven from school. and each day he was so grateful for her. She always got in the car with a story ready to tell. but today she was off the wall happy. even let out a scream when the door closed, scaring gale a little bit. but he knew it was out of happiness.

“well someone’s happy today. what’s up princess.” He heard her shuffle through her sofia, the first backpack and slipped a bright pink envelope on the middle console. “look daddy look!” Once they reached a stop light he grabbed it and read it. his baby girl had been invited to a birthday party. “Oh my goodness baby!! I'm so happy for you!”

Honestly, Gale was tearing up. scarlett has been through so much at her young age. they had to move around a lot and she never had many friends. so this was big and he was so so happy for her. he then glanced at the details… This was in two days. He had to buy her a new outfit and a gift for this little girl. “Tell me about this little girl honey.”

“oh oh! Her name is violet. and her parents got divorced and then something happened to her mom and then her daddy went bye bye and now she lives with um m-mister egan. but she now calls him daddy! She's so pretty daddy and her favorite color is purple just like her name! And she likes barbie’s just like me daddy!” Gale held back a chuckle. Little kids are amazing. He felt bad for Violet though, losing a parent so young can be traumatizing. He knew what that was like though. “Well ain’t that something… what ya reckon we get her as a present baby?”

“oooh um a barbie with a purple dress daddy! oh or purple crocs. She said her mom couldn’t get her any. says her mom couldn’t get her a lot of stuff cause they didn’t have any money. but mister egan got her a pretty purple dress… but do we have money daddy?”

Gale sighed softly to himself. He approached this carefully knowing someone at her school was gonna hear this answer. “Well baby… daddy does have a decent job and we uh were comfortable.”

“okay. What are we eating for dinner? What is Sadie gonna eat?”

“fettuccine alfredo with shrimp and chicken baby. and Sadie is gonna eat her dog food.”

~~~

Friday morning after gale dropped her off he headed to the target close to the school. He went up and down every toy aisle and there was absolutely nothing Barbie and purple. “ummm okay cool no that’s fine. lego’s.” god this was a time where he wished he could call up his wife but she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. “marge!” He quickly dug his phone out and called her, hoping she was awake. “Gale, are you okay?” He smiled hearing her voice. He missed her so much. “I'm in a toddler crisis. um scarlett has a birthday party to go to tomorrow and i don’t know what to get her. She said the little girl likes purple and barbies. there’s nothing purple left. but she also said she wanted crocs. but there’s these cute little friends lego sets.” he could hear loud cackling through the phone. He should’ve expected that. “oh cleven… I would get the lego’s and the crocs. you could change that little girl's life. crocs are like the new big thing." Gale let out a breath of relief. “thank you so much marge.” “of course honey. give scarlet a hug for me.” “will do, bye.” he grabbed the legos and crocs along with a cute bag. He also remembered to grab a cute little outfit for scarlett. making sure it was trampoline park appropriate.

By the time he had gotten everything it was time to pick up scarlett. it made his head soar when he was met with the same happiness. “Hi princess! are you ready for tomorrow?” “yes yes yes!! and guess what daddy?!” “what?!” “mister egan bought our class cupcakes today since violet's birthday is on a um… no school day!” “the weekend princess. were they yummy?” “yea! I got a vanilla one and it had sprinkles!” “oooh that does sound yummy. Do we still have room for dinner?” “Can I have chicken and rice? please” “of course you can.”

~~~~~

Saturday morning gale could not tame scarlett. He understood though. It was her first birthday party but Gale was already sweating and all he did was just get her dressed. breakfast was a whole different story. he should’ve let her eat first before getting dressed but she woke him up, outfit in hand. but the angels were watching over them as she only got her face dirty and that was a quick fix. “Alright princess, it's time to go.” He had never heard this decibel of screech. He was so surprised that the glasses didn’t break. “daddy daddy let’s go let’s go!!!” she grabbed his arm and tried dragging him along. “wait a minute daddy needs his shoes and keys.” he knew he had five seconds before a slight meltdown but god bless he got it done in three and they were off to the trampoline place.

when they got inside gale was immediately met by screaming happy children and music blaring. he smiled as scarlett got antsy wanting to join the fun. but they had to check in first. “Hi, I'm here for a birthday party for violet.” the girl smiled and directed them to the party room. there were a few parents but gales eyes landed in a tall brunette man with glasses on. he didn’t know what he felt but he was absolutely enamored by him. “Hello little scarlett! i’m so glad you could make it. you must be daddy gale?” gale felt his chest cave in hearing his name come out of his mouth. “y-yea I am. pleasure to meet you… sir.” not sensing her fathers panic scarlett tugged on his pants but before she could even ask he shooed her off before turning his attention back to egan.

his heart stopped beating when he was met with a wide smile making his cheeks redden. “hey where you from gale?” “oh i’m from south dakota.” egan let out a hum. “you look like a friend from wisconsin… buck.” “buck?” “mmhm. you um, gonna stay buck? if not, the party ends at two.” “yea i'll stay. plus i'm sure she’ll be mad if i leave.” egan let out a laugh that made gales' heart skip. he was in deep trouble.

~~~

peace love and joy 🩵

#buck x bucky #austin butler #callum turner #austin butler fic #callum turner fic #buck cleven #bucky egan #egypt writes

[hargrove-mayfields]

I just had an idea of Billy talking to all of Steve’s squishmallows while Steve was out with Robin and I wanted to share that with you (he particularly loves Steve’s octopus)

This inspired me so much I had to write a little piece for ya!! ❤️❤️

~~~

Billy woke up alone.

It was totally planned, Steve and Robin were going to go on a shopping expedition for a vintage toy that Dustin really wanted for his birthday- he just forgot until about twenty minutes after the sun rose and disturbed his beauty sleep.

His brain works that way, always foggy and forgetting important things. Thankfully he didn’t panic, and thought rationally about why Steve wasn’t in bed. It could be any number of things, ranging from a stomach ache waking him up, to running errands for his mom. Whatever it was, something that hadn’t crossed Billy’s mind was that he would abandon him.

Maybe a few years ago that would have been his default, but he knows Steve, and he knows he loves him. They’re two parts of the same whole.

And, once Billy puzzles out why Steve is gone, he’s perfectly content to spend his morning cozied up in the middle of the bed, blankets and pillows and stuffies keeping him warm.

His favorite are the squishmallows, and of them, he especially likes Norbu, the orange octopus. He’ll never admit it to anybody but Steve, but he still likes to play with toys and things. It makes his heart feel good, and heals some part of his inner child.

This morning, Norbu was knocked to the floor. Billy notices right away, even before he’d figured out where his boyfriend was, and talked to the plushie like it was his baby.

“Oh no, poor buddy. I’m sorry.”

He’d picked them up and put them back in the pile, in the spot just against the headboard, “There. All better.”

Billy relaxes now that his best inanimate friend is rescued, stretching out and getting comfy among the squishes, most of which actually belong to his boyfriend, “Anybody got any plans today? I’m thinking of surprising Steve.”

Maybe it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it comforts him okay? He cuddles close to a hug-me husky dog, long past the point of feeling silly for basically talking to himself.

“I know I’m not a very good cook, but Steve has been working really hard to get better in the kitchen and I wanna try to do good for him. Maybe like, make one of his Bubbe’s recipes.”

Billy rolls onto his front, still talking away to the squishy pillows now in front of him, “I don’t know. That might end up being disrespectful. I could always bake him a cake?”

Maybe this morning isn’t so much for fun as it is to get all the thoughts out of his brain and into the world, where they can either weigh on his existence or not. It helps to not internalize everything and get overwhelmed by all the could-be’s.

“Steve loves my cakes, but they’re bad for his sugar. And for lunch. Gah, I just don’t know. What do you think, Malu?” He asks the soft gray dog squish, obviously not expecting any kind of response.

More than anything, he just wants there to be some evidence that he’s tried to do something good for Steve, even if he gets all anxious about his own brain and stays in bed all day.

But there doesn’t need to be a reason to just stay in bed with some comfy toys. A fact Billy is definitely still trying to come to terms with. Really though, why should he be ashamed of just living his best life at like, nine in the morning?

He verbalizes this too, for his own sake.

“I mean, I guess I don’t actually have to do anything. Steve will probably be worn out when he gets back. I could just cuddle him or something.”

This early, and with his eyes still all heavy and with bags under them, that sounds like the best thing for Billy. Yeah, he’ll take his own advice.

For now, he waits patiently, hugging their shared custody Bluey hug-me, “Sleep tight, everybody…”

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #fluffy time #my writing #hope you like this <3 #I know it’s real short but I just felt such a nice surge of happiness from that ask <3 #dedicated all to you bestie <3

[neruhichy]

Hello, I come to spit lore because I have nothing better to do xd

Most of my characters already have characteristic phrases to give a glimpse of their personalities. Years ago I stopped making them public because it was more of a reminder for myself, but one of my favorites is Lev Leopard.

"What use is believing if I can't pray"

"I wanna be the hunter not the hunted"

"I want to be the killer not the prey"

For those who don't know, it's part of the lyrics of the song Hunter by Ken Ashcorp, because I love that song despite it being one of the works that I hate the most xd

I loved those parts because I feel that it represents quite well the helplessness and rage that the character has, in her lore she is the one who had the worst time in her childhood and adolescence, not only because she practically had been a toy for the mafia but also because the repudiation that the average human has for hybrids (come on, it's a story with furry overtones, obviously there is going to be discrimination here).

Also this version of Lev is the one who cares the least about human beings, she does not know the concept of morality or ethics and if it were not for Krueger she would not have any problem with ending a person's life even for the simplest things, it could even be that they hold a certain grudge against the species in general, for everything they experienced in their hands and what they themselves do to their kind.

The only one who is saved from this rule is Krueger, thanks to him she discovered what freedom and genuine love was, and Krueger knows perfectly how her mind works after having cared for her for so long, he knows that she is a potential danger to society, therefore, does everything it can to teach her that what she does is wrong, Lev's mind is not going to change, but he knows that she does care about him, so Krueger takes advantage of that to force her to moderate, because If she didn't, the responsibility would fall on him, and the last thing Lev wants to do is give him problems.

I like to emphasize the change of roles that she was looking for, going from being a prey to a hunter, being able to return all the damage that was caused to her.

This is also why she is relatively carefree in life in general, she does not suffer from any social stress or anxiety, since she does not consider the average person relevant enough to care about their opinions or ideas, beyond work and intentions. Mandatory, she generally doesn't talk to humans other than Krueger.

But there may also be cases where she can tolerate them better or come to feel affection, although those things are really rare to happen, she is very closed-minded, and really spiteful.

She has the basic principle of "don't bother me, I don't bother you", instilled by Krueger to try to make things as pleasant for everyone as possible.

It's also a little exhausting for Krueger to deal with her, but he really loves her and isn't going to give up, he also has hero complex, wanting to fix her when he was worst (?

Btw, Lev loves him too much, she is like a faithful dog and will always return to him, the only thing he seeks is his happiness and well-being, you could say that he sees him as something sacred, she knows perfectly well that he is not a good person and what he did horrible things, but she couldn't care less.

A lot of lore for today jsjs

And I'm sorry for my bad English.

#cod #cod mw2 #sebastian krueger #cod krueger #oc #call of duty #oc x canon #original character #call of duty original character #call of duty oc #oc lore

[formerlyz]

Random Headcanons: Sam Stardew Valley

I can’t sleep and jotting down hcs is helping me wind down so here are some HCs for my absolute favorite: Sam. He’s my husband and I would die for him

Warnings: Discussions of ADHD and PTSD.

Okay first of all this man 1000% has ADHD. Like hello?

He cannot sit still. He’s always playing with his hands, bouncing a knee up and down etc.

Emily gets him for secret Santa one year and gives him a fidget toy. He’s obsessed with it and keeps it in his jacket pocket.

Writes stuff down on his arm and hand to remember things

He genuinely does try to help his Mom stay on top of housework but bc of the ADHD he doesn’t do stuff the way she wants.

Him and Jodi don’t have a good relationship and fight all the time. The only reason he still lives at home is because of Vincent.

He gets along with his Dad much better but is definitely a bit intimidated by him.

When Kent does have flashbacks to the war and raises his voice/shows aggression, Sam will put himself in front of Vincent and Jodi while he talks his Dad down.

He’s generally a really protective person of the people he cares about.

1000% bisexual also. I hc him as having a slight preference for Men. Only Seb and Abby know because he’s scared to tell his parents.

Lots of ear piercings that Sebastian probably did.

He’s also got a scar on his eyebrow and on his nose because one time he faceplanted on his skateboard. Probably trying to do a kick flip (Sam I love you so much but you’re so bad at kickflips)

His hair is crazy and will stick like straight out so he actually uses hair gel to try and smooth it down, but it doesn’t work very well. His hair is also super soft.

Puts his hair up in a ponytail when he’s too lazy to try and gel it. It’s still crazy but at least out of the way.

Doesn’t care about Toxic Masculinity AT ALL. Likes to play around with makeup and do more extreme rockstar looks just for fun. Haley helps teach him.

Not afraid to happy cry in front of people at all, but hates sad or angry crying around other people.

Believe it or not, is actually a huge cat person. He loves dogs too but absolutely melts when he sees a cat.

Him and Shane are actually pretty good friends. He calls Shane his work husband. After Jojamart closes he makes a point to talk to Shane at least once a week.

Robin loves Sam, Demetrius cannot stand Sam. Maru and Sam aren’t friends but she does think he’s a good guy and finds him amusing. He think she’s cool and always asks about her inventions.

He’s a night owl. Usually wakes up at 10 or 11 and will go to bed around 2 or 3.

Plays DND with Sebastian, Abby, Emily, Harvey, Leah and Elliot. (A bard ofc)

Likes spending his free time at the beach. Calls Willy “Fish Dad”

He makes up a lot of little nicknames for people.

His guitar probably is covered with bunch of stickers he’s collected over the years.

#Sam #stardew valley #sdv #sam sdv #sam stardew valley #sdv my hcs #my hcs #z has thoughts

[grace-nakimura]

prompt. wolf. any.

for @poptart-cat-78 idk but von glower & whoops ! also ! mein kleiner welpe - my little pup oba-cha - grandmother in okinowan (informal) schlaf gut - sleep tight

Bex was a brave girl. She was nearly five, which meant she had only one more year before she'd start school, so it only made sense wasn't afraid of anything! In fact, Mommy said so!

"I wanna snack," she had requested one night; somewhat because she was hungry, but mostly to stall having to get ready for bed, because bedtime meant playtime was over forever.

Mommy raised her brow, which prompted Bex to amend her request, "May I has a snack, puh-lease?" Manners were important. Papa was old, something of an art-ist-carrot - someone who was old and came old money - and while he said yes to her more often than not, he only ever made a stern face when she wasn't polite.

"You're awfully brave to ask for food when you didn't eat much of your dinner, kiddo," Mommy had told her but because Daddy wasn't home, Mommy let her have a snack, anyway. It was celery with peanut butter - when Bex made a face Mommy gave her a look that made Bex shut her mouth - which she ate with a glass of milk.

Bex wasn't a princess, but because Daddy's family was really old, too, she lived in a big castle called Slosh Bitter. Actually, it was called something else, but sometimes words were tough to say, so that was the closest thing she could come up with. The castle was big and cold and old, but her room? Her room was the best. It used to be her nursery; Papa had decorated it himself and the paintings of a pack of wolves running in the starry sky, with a large moon behind them, still overlooked her bed. The only difference was that there were more stuffed animals and toys, and instead of a floral blanket she came home from the hospital in, she slept with a Little Mermaid one, as well as a stuffed animal Flounder from her favorite movie.

She liked living in a big castle.

Well, she liked it until she didn't, which was tonight.

Tonight there was a big storm! Mommy and Daddy were in a country named Polka-land because they were doing their Special Job. Bex still didn't know what their Special Job was, only that it made them go away for a long time, and it made her sad. Sometimes Papa went with them, and sometimes Papa had to leave for a little bit, which also made her sad. Papa didn't have a Special Job, but sometimes he had to hunt - he really liked hunting! It was how he and Daddy and Mommy met! - and he wanted the people he loved most to be safe.

It was raining cats and dogs, only not real cats and dogs, and the wind made the windows rattle. Flounder was getting scared, so Bex held him close to her, rubbing his back in small circles like Daddy did for her when she was upset. Her mommy would stroke her hair and sing a song in Japanese that her mommy, Oba-cha, sang to her when she was little.

The wind was really angry outside. Whistling turned to almost yelling as thunder clashed against the ground, illuminating her room, which was pitch dark because she didn't need her Little Mermaid Night-Light on anymore because she was fixing to be five, in bright light.

Flounder screamed. Loudly. Flounder was crying, too, and it definitely wasn't her, because she was awfully brave.

Papa ran into her room, still awake, probably sitting by the fire and reading like he always did. He tried to flip the light switch on, but nothing happened. He let out a bad word - in German, of course, which Bex was picking up on quickly - before hurrying to sit on her bed and pull her in her arms. He called her his kleiner welpe and rocked her back and forth, lifting her up in his arms - Flounder came with them, of course! - to his room.

There would be darkness, but also a roaring fire and candles. And there they sat; Papa in his chair holding Bex, while Bex held Flounder who still cried, to his chest in front of that very fire while the storm outside continued to throw its tantrum. "Shall I tell you a story, mein kleiner welpe?" He asked and she, holding Flounder tightly, nodded. He didn't even scold her for not asking please, mostly because her thumb was in her mouth. "I think Herr Flounder would enjoy this, too. Hmm?"

Papa waited until Flounder said something. Flounder must've said something, even adding in please like he was supposed to, so Papa began. "One upon a time, there was a lonely big, black wolf. While many thought him scary, or mean, no one could see how sad he was. How all he wanted was a family, or a friend, or someone to love him..." Papa trailed off while Bex and Flounder both looked up at him, hanging on his every word.

Bex knew this story. It was one of her favorites. The Wolf would spend years looking for someone to be his friend.

The Wolf would grow bitter, because sometimes loneliness brought out the worst instead of the best, and when he found Little Red Riding Hood searching for treats to give to her Grandmother, he didn't want to help her. He thought about tricking her; maybe he would tell her that the flowers he found were supposed to help her Grandmother get better, but instead, they would make her itch something fierce! Or maybe he would grow hungry and eat Little Red up! After all, the Wolf wasn't allowed in McDonalds, so food was very scarce.

Little Red surprised him. She was nice, funny, and offered delectable - when Papa said this, he sounded like he was in pain, which always made Daddy and Mommy laugh - Happy Meal with him. He would lead her safely to her Grandmother's house and safely back home.

At first, he only helped her because of the Happy Meals; he wouldn't go hungry, and she wouldn't be hurt by the bigger, scarier beasts in the woods. Little by little, though, the Wolf would look forward to walking Little Red to-and-fro', if only because she was nice, she spoke to him and she cared about him. It had been so very, very long since anyone cared about him.

One day, the wolf waited at the mouth of the forest for Little Red. She didn't show. He waited and waited, and waited some more - nothing. He would wait for three days for his friend. Not for the food she offered, the companionship she'd bring, or even her voice to chase away the silence.

She came back on the fourth day, eyes filled with tears, saying, My grandmother told me we cannot be friends.

The Wolf asked, but why?

Because you are a wolf, Little Red said. She said you would eat me!

The Wolf felt guilty; he did consider eating Little Red, after all. He wouldn't tell her this - couldn't tell her this! - so instead he asked, Do you wish to still be my friend, Little Red?

Little Red nodded.

Then know that as long as I walk by your side, you and your loved ones shall never fear anything from me, the Wolf promised. The beasts that soar above, the beasts that lurk in the shadows, nor the beasts below shall ever darken your doorstep as long as I am there.

"And the Wolf and Little Red would continue their friendship for many years to come," Papa said, his voice lowering as her eyes began to grow heavy. "Little Red's children, and their children, and their children's children would never fear wolves as the other villages - for they ran with them. And they all lived happily ever after."

Papa chuckled as she did her best to keep her eyes open, hushing her as he began to rock her side to side, humming. He hummed better than Mommy, who sounded nice. Daddy wasn't good at singing or humming, so when he tried to, Bex would gently, but firmly, tell him to please stop. "Schlaf gut, meine kleiner welpe," he whispered, placing a kiss on top of her head.

And so Bex did.

#myfic #gk #gabriel knight series #* von glower's final form #* whoops #this ot3 tag needs a name #i will give them one i promise #fredrich von glower #im sorry sir i cannot write you i love you so much i will get better

[panicpixieplaygirl]

More Modern!Han thoughts? Okay. I'm high as fuck and I'm enthralled because God damn that's my DREAM man.

Has a big, hairy beast of a dog, probably a malamute mix, something kind of stubborn. Looks cute, would kill you kind of dog. (Never make a wookie mad y'know?) He rescued it.

He loves dragging you to the foot of the bed by your ankles while he stands there. He tugs you into him, it'll be rough but that's just playful. Until you realize what situation you're in. It's his absolute favorite way to fuck. He's holding you, so you can't try to squirm and get some relief from the overstimulation that he loves to make you feel.

Loves waking up to you in the morning. You're up before him, wearing very little, but you're still making breakfast for you two to share.

Definitely talks you through everything you do intimately. Sex? Oh God, he's telling you so much. 'God damn, look at you. You feel good, baby. You're doing such a good job, taking me like that. You're doing great, sweetheart.'

Definitely Definitely loves sharing his cigarettes with you. After you take a drag he can taste you on his cigarette, you can taste him too. He finds it oddly erotic sharing a cigarette after you give him a blowjob.

Would probably fuck you in the bathroom.

I've been inspired by the song get u home by shwayze

YEAH YEAH fully agree. fucking filthy mouth on him & definitely not a morning person

for the dog i’m seeing brown newfoundland. BIG boy. and chewie would actually be the perfect name for a rescue dog (sorry). you expect a cute story about a new chew toy from when he first rescued him but instead he says, “just don’t get on his bad side,” and winks, but the dog is a huge 150lbs/68kg baby. so snuggly, will absolutely knock you over. he’s your bestie. but his growl is low & loud & powerful and it always scares you

the thing is han knows how much you like his strength, how much you like to be manhandled, so he definitely turns it into a game. you climb into his lap, he keeps conversation nonchalantly, distracting you, but just as you notice his dwarfing arms are closing around you he tightens them up and locks you in, pinning your legs to your chest and your back to his, fully restrained in his hold. “can you get out?” and you can’t. no matter how hard you try. always ends in him getting hard under you with the friction of your ass against him as you try to squirm out of his grip. absolutely loves how easily he can control you when you fuck, hold your whole body still with no room to wiggle or run while he forces you to take and feel it all. “can move you & fuck you any way i want & you can’t do a thing about it. such a perfect fuck toy for me. you fuckin’ love being my little doll, don’t you?”

FUCKING!! dick flavored cigarettes!! yeah!!!! alternatively this has me also considering him passing you the cigarette so he can eat you out…. specifically thinking sundress season. standing on the patio with him, chatting his ear off, talking to yourself more than him, meanwhile he’s just been trying to enjoy a cigarette before the sun goes down. he finally gets fed up and hands it to you and slips himself under your dress to get his mouth on your pussy. favorite way to shut you up. you’re cumming before the cigarette has burnt out, and when he pops back out he just takes it back with a cheeky smile while you try to catch your breath

would DEFINITELY fuck you in bathroom. would quite literally fuck you anywhere. han is a partier and he gets handsy & possessive when there’s lots of people around & he’s even slightly inebriated. dont think he’d care much about what you wear, he’d love showing you off and knowing he’s got the one everybody wants. you two are no strangers to an unabashed tipsy bathroom quickie in a strangers house

have to add modern!han would be quick to pull out a camera during sex. he thinks your body is a work of art & he can’t let a filthy shot get away without memorializing it. very partial to image of his cum leaking out of you, the curve of your ass when you’re on your hands & knees.

trying to consider what this man does for work 🤔

#modern!han #han solo smut

[hecatemoon87]

Brooklyn Baggage - A Bob Saginowski Story

Chapter Three: Nice Guy

It had been six months since the Russians had taken over the Brooklyn territory from the Chechens. At first, Bob was cautious. He got to know his handlers, as he called them, and determined that the majority of them weren’t so bad. Zulfiya, of course, was his main contact. However, he was later introduced to her brother, Artur and her older cousin, Bulat. He had a feeling several more of her family members were involved, but he had only met these two. 

Artur was tall, muscular and intimidating. He was standoffish and always seemed to be in a bad mood. His cousin, Bulat, on the contrary was shorter, thin and bubbly. Bulat talked quickly and was always cracking witty remarks. When the pair came round to visit Bob, he always thought them an odd dynamic. All in all, working for the Russians wasn’t bad. His income had increased substantially while working for them. He had spoiled Rocco with a new bed, several toys and an upgrade in dog food. And for himself, he remodeled his kitchen and living room. 

He was even able to take two days off from work every week. The Russians had hired five extra workers for the bar, allowing Bob some free time. Over this period of time, he had gotten to know Zulfiya a little better and was starting to develop a bad crush on her. He began looking forward to her visits and he noticed too that she stayed longer and longer during each visit. 

Tonight was a Saturday and Bob was working at the bar. It was nearing one-thirty in the morning and the bar was about to close in thirty minutes. Bob glanced up when the front door opened and was surprised to see Zulfiya enter unexpectedly. She approached the bar and climbed up on the end barstool closest to the door. Bob made his way over to her and gave her a look as if to say, “well, this is unusual”.

“Don’t look so shocked. Do you not want me here?” Zulfiya said, jokingly. 

“No, I was just wondering why you would want to be at this dump,” he said with a grin.

She laughed and shook her head.

“I like this place, it has one of my favorite people,” she said, her expression softening. 

Her light brown eyes focused on him, causing Bob to feel aroused and embarrassed at the same time. In order to divert the attention away from himself, he asked her what she wanted to drink. 

“Can I have a tumbler of Jameson? On the rocks?” 

Bob nodded and went about making her drink. Once it was completed, he set the drink on top of a napkin he had placed in front of her. 

“Cheers,” she said, picking up the drink and downing the contents in one go.

Bob’s eyes widened with surprise. 

“Sorry, if you only knew what kind of day I had…can you leave the bottle?”

“The whole bottle?” Bob said, looking down at the bottle in his hand.

“Please?”

Bob hesitated, but placed the bottle in front of her. 

“Okay…but take it easy. You can talk to me about it, if you want,” Bob offered. 

She nodded, picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. Bob returned to his post to begin filling orders for last call and then to close up the bar. As the hour passed, Bob occasionally glanced over to check on Zulfiya. It worried him to see that the alcohol in the bottle was quickly depleting. Five minutes to two a.m. he came back over to her side of the bar and plucked the bottle out of her hand just as she was trying to pour it. He capped it and placed it under the bar. 

“Last call is over,” he said. 

“You’re no fun,” she said, pouting. 

“Night, Bob,” one of the employees said.

“Yeah, night,” another said, as the rest of the workers trailed out of the bar. 

Bob gave them all a wave and walked over to the front door to lock it behind them. He turned back and took a seat next to Zulfiya.

“Talk to me,” he said. 

He could see that her cheeks were glowing a rosy red from drinking as she turned on the barstool to face him. Bob admired her beauty and found her red cheeks to be adorable. 

“It’s fine. You know, I just…well…” Zulfiya started. 

He thought she wasn’t going to get into the whole thing, but then she began spilling out her heart.

“Everything is so hard!” she said. 

“Everything?” Bob asked.

“Yes,” she confirmed, looking him square in the face. 

“Okay, tell me why,” he said.

“Because…because of my stupid family, that’s why! All these expectations and responsibilities are being placed on my shoulders. And no one asks me what I want. I am just told what to do and if I don’t do it, they tell me I’m betraying my family!”

Bob was surprised to hear all this. He had thought she enjoyed working with the Russian mob. She always seemed so controlled and professional over these past six months, he had no idea she was unhappy. 

“I’m sorry you’re unhappy, Zulfiya,” Bob said with sincerity. 

She looked at him for a few moments before replying. 

“You’re a really nice guy, do you know that?” she said.

“Me? Nah…I’m not,” he said.

“Yes, you are. I mean…you are sweet and…and you listen. You’re nothing like the scumbag Russian men I have to deal with everyday.”

“They’re all bad?” Bob asked.

“I suppose I could be generalizing…but yeah, most of them are jerks,” she said. 

“I’m sorry,” Bob said. 

Zulfiya scooted to the edge of her stool and looked Bob deeper in the eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re just so different,” she said.

“I’m not, really, I’m just another guy,” he said. 

She shook her head in disagreement and placed a hand on his knee. Bob glanced down at her hand and swallowed hard. His heart was beginning to race and he nervously attempted to change the subject. 

“You know…that one time you told me you were Tatar?” he asked. 

She tilted her head slightly and smiled, “You remembered that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because, that was ages ago…”

“Right, but I recently saw a documentary about the Tatar people and I thought about you,” he said. 

She laughed softly. “Well, I’m only half Tatar, by the way.”

“Right, from your mom’s side?”

“Yes. You see, you are so sweet,” she said, placing both hands on his knees now. 

Bob could feel his manhood stiffen. He began to feel slightly warmer and wished he hadn't worn a long sleeved shirt that night. 

“On the documentary…it said that Tatar people are muslim?”

“Uh…yeah, many are,” she said.

“And, uh, are you?”

“Why does that matter?” she asked, frowning.

“It doesn’t, I’m just curious,” Bob said.

“No, I’m not…my mother once was, but she converted to orthodox christianty when she married my father. That…that really pissed off her family. I never even met her side…they disowned her after she left,”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine, she’s fine now,” Zulfiya said. 

“Your dad…he’s the reason you’re in the mob then?”

She turned her face away, looking out into the empty bar room. 

“Yep,” she said. 

Bob felt like he wasn’t helping her take her mind off her pain by asking about her family. He decided to ask a random question, just about her. 

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Huh?” she asked, turning back to face him.

“Your favorite color, what is it?”

“It’s indigo,” she said. 

“Mine’s blue, and Rocco’s favorite color is neon yellow,” Bob said. 

“Rocco?” Zulfiya asked, confused. 

“Yeah, my dog. And, well, I dunno really know if neon yellow is his favorite color, but he likes tennis balls,” Bob said. 

That made her laugh and he was glad to watch her sadness fade away. But then she frowned.

“You know, my dad…his expectations are impossible to meet,” she said. 

“You can’t just…leave?”

“It’s family…can you walk away from family?” she asked, sadly. 

“Right, no, I get it…it can be pretty hard,” he said. 

Zulfiya eased forward, moving her hands up to Bob’s thighs and leaned in to kiss him. Bob closed his eyes and accepted her kiss, opening his mouth slowly. She nipped at his bottom lip and brought her tongue into his mouth causing him to open his mouth wider. She kissed him hungrily and Bob let her have what she wanted before he gently pushed her back upon her barstool. 

“Zulfiya, you’re drunk,” he said. 

“What?”

“Do you have a ride home?” he asked. 

She stared at him confused. 

“I don’t understand, don’t you like me?”

“I like you Zulfiya, but I think when you sober up you will regret kissing me,” Bob said.

“No, I…I really like you, Bob. I think about you all the time,” she said, bringing her hands up to hold his face. 

“Let’s do this, maybe when you’re free next week, we go on a date? Then you can see if you want to kiss me again,” he said. 

“I want to kiss you now,” she said, placing her lips on his again. 

Bob happily kissed her again, enjoying the warm sensation of her lips and tongue against his own. But the taste of whiskey reminded him she was drunk and he didn’t want to take advantage of her. Again, he gently pushed her back on the barstool. 

“Next week, okay? A date?” he offered. 

“Okay, next week,” she said, nodding. 

“Let me take you home, I want to make sure you get back safely. Can you do me a favor when you get home?”

“What’s that?” she asked. 

“Drink a gallon of water, because the amount of whiskey you drank tonight is really going to mess you up in the morning.”

She giggled and nodded in confirmation.

“Thank you, Bob. You really are a nice guy."

@khanbika

#bob saginowski #the drop #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic

[savageprettygirl]

Its 8pm daddy had a long day at work again. You hear his car coming home. And can’t help but to whimper in excitement. Wiggling your tail and feeling so good as you feel it move. You hurry near the entrance door, like he taught you. On the floor, face down butt up, presenting your hole to the door so he gets the wettest welcome just as he likes them. You have your blindfold on and your leash arms stretched on the floor, and in your hands. Your toys have been buzzing for the past 30 minutes on low. And ever stronger as daddy got closer.

You hear the keys - buzz intensifies-leak-

You hear the handle, then the door - buzz intensifies - whimpers

You hear his footsteps and dropping his briefcase - buzz intensifies- wagging and moaning -

- Such a good girl. Daddy is home pupp.

By the time you hear his voice you are already edging hard. You feel his strong hand on your butt.

- Up!

You obey instantly, squatting legs spread, paws up front, tits out with your leash in your mouth. Flaunting in that position your pretty pinned vibrating clamps on your nips and the pink tail of your toy buzzing up your cunt. All of them synched together keeping this puppy wet and leaky.

- Ready for a walk pupp?

- Woof!!!

He grabs your leash, and you softly lick his hand by the same occasion, then leads the way out.

Daddy lives near a forest. Not far from the city, but enough to have quiet space for puppy walks and leaks crawling beside daddy's steps. That doesn't mean you do not encounter occasional runners or cyclists, but they had become used to this dumb pupp you are and certainly the fact daddy made you suck off any of them who asked for it politely did help making them so friendly.

Today wasn't a day like this. Daddy had a bad day and puppy was so eager to comfort him. You had gotten used to his silences. Each of them had a meaning, depending on the sound of his footsteps you could hear if he was calm or angry.

The buzz quieted but didn't stop. Daddy knew better than letting you cum so soon. You reach your favorite tree and daddy says lift. You lift your right leg and feel the buzz in your cunt go wild.

- no cumming.

-whimpers

You struggle to hold it and release at the same time. The first leak is always the hardest. Daddy played your holes all day from work, controlling it remotely, making sure to keep his housepet edged and needy for his return.

You leak... fuck, puppy feels so close... but daddy sees it and lets out a sharp

-No. Hold!

His voice was enough of a warning to keep you in check. Daddy's voice has that kind of power over your body that makes it instantly submit. Or maybe it is just because puppy is such a good girl that she could never disobey.

Your walkout resumes, you find another tree you like, by the lake, its often a place used by dog owners to bring their pets for training, playing fetch. Daddy pulls his cock out and says

- Fetch!

You open your mouth and suck him eagerly. Daddy then walks around the place, out of the tree, at the open, and puppy had to keep licking and sucking daddy's cock, matching up crawling on 4 with his big man walk speed.

Today daddy wasn't in a good mood and walked way too fast for puppy. 3 times you tried and 3 times you failed, so daddy got angry.

-Dumb useless mutt, if you can't please your daddy properly, daddy will help himself freely.

Pulling you by your hair daddy brings you to the edge of the woods, where the road is nearby and drivers could see you if they look closely enough.

After pulling out your cunt tail, with his strong arms daddy lifts you up and starts slamming you furiously with long deep thrusts, strong enough to reshape your guts and turn your brain to mush.

-That is how you please your daddy my dumb bitch. Learn.

The toys are now buzzing at full speed.

He switched mode so its triggered by shaking it, and with the way daddy is pumping your guts, you are already at your 6th edge before he finished cumming once. You want to pee and beg for it

- No

- But daddy please !

- No, daddy fills you up first before you leak. You just peed dumb mutt.

Hold!

Your whimpers and moans get louder, your puppy cunnie is so overflowing that daddy's thrusts make wet damp sounds from the slamming of his balls on your drippy puppy honey.

His grunts of pleasure get wilder, you feel him throbbing thicker. He is close,finally, puppy can barely hold it on its 13th edge.

- Take it, bitch puppy.

Daddy's cum, take it all and cum for me. Cum! Now - as he grunts ragefully slamming powerful thrusts hard and deep enough to bruise your cervix, pumping ropes and ropes into your wombs.

Just his grunts alone were ready to drive you wild but his order, his slams, the warm thick ropes pumped gut deep in your wombs finally push you over the edge. Your whole body starts shaking uncontrollably, but daddy ‘s grip won’t let you fall or get hurt, instead, he devilishly rubs your clitty at the same time to make it even worse. You feel it coming, a powerful orgasm running up your spine, your anal orgasm came first. You want to pee so good you cannot hold it anymore while . You anal orgasm isn’t over, yet a long stream splashes on your daddy as you squirt all over his cock. Your shaking intensifies and you now grunt in a very deep nearly growly voice that you could never do otherwise.

- That's my girl, cum for daddy.

You could barely hear it. Your orgasm didn't want to stop. Daddy didn't pull out and the toys take some time to adapt to the new motion. Their buzz was still at full speed.

Finally done pumping and satisfied, daddy hold turned into a comforting hug. Still shaking intensely you hear his voice soothing you until the end of it.

- That a good girl. You came so hard for daddy. I love you little pupp. I'm so proud of you for holding it till the end.

You are totally spent, your mind is broken, but in daddy's arms you are sate and warm. Too weak to walk daddy keeps praising you as he carries you home. Kissing your forehead and neck, not even paying attention to anything or anyone else but his weak puppy, his little one and you are happy because daddy feels better. You are happy because you know daddy cares for you, and you know that once you reach home, daddy will spend every bit of energy left to make this puppy feel like the most loved little pet princess in the world

well good morning to you, too, anon

[wherethegravelsthin]

One of my most formative memories is from when I was about three, staying with a babysitter, when the family dog who was big and mean and knocked me down all the time, ripped apart one of my favorite toys to pieces -- I think it was a stuffed Elmo doll.

It's been a very formative fear of mine, mostly from childhood. We had neighbors when I was little with big (mean) dogs who roamed this giant pen, big Labradors that would see my most beloved toy, Raja, and demolish her in an instant if they got the chance. I also had a penchant for bringing Raja absolutely everywhere with me. There was a lot of, stuffing her in my pockets/sleeves to avoid dogs intercepting her.

A note about Raja. I got her when I was eight years old on Christmas morning. The night before, Christmas Eve, in an effort to prove to myself whether or not Santa was real (I was eight), mentioned to my mother that the one thing I really wanted most of all was a toy white tiger.

And then I went to bed, tossing and turning and anticipating Santa, before finally falling asleep and, at three am because I was very hyper for Christmas and could never make it through the night, I went downstairs and decided to turn left at the stairs and check the stockings by the fireplace first, where, there in my stocking sticking out, blue eyes shiny and new, was Raja. The "note left from Santa" gave me her name and she quickly became my most favorite, most prized, most beloved possession. What can I say, I'm a toy person. I blog about American Girl. This should come as no surprise to any of you.

So it feels so bitter that in my "adult" years, long after I've stopped bringing Raja every single place I go, leaving her on my bed most days, long after the worries of a dog attacking her have gone -- my mom's new dog mauls her. And he tore out one of her eyes, and her nose. Her muzzle has notable damage.

Over the years, Raja has been loved. This is a photo of her a few years ago, and her whiskers are bent and her eyes and nose are dinged in spots and she's lost stuffing in the middle, but she's still in one piece. It wounds my inner child so badly to see holes where her eyes and nose are, it hurts me to think of the pain I immediately felt when I walked around the corner to the sound of Oscar whining and saw the horror of her being in his mouth, him growling at me as I snatched her away from him. I just saw the damage and cried loudly for a while.

I'm just... I've just been cuddling her close ever since it happened because it just, hurts. My mood is just bad because of it right now. I'm angry at myself that I didn't prevent this somehow, didn't stop Oscar from doing this to my most beloved possession. When I didn't have any friends, I had Raja, always at my side, "wiping" my tears away (me holding her paw to soak my tears up) after a bad day at school. To see her treated this roughly, even if it's by a dog who didn't mean anything by it... it breaks my heart. It really breaks my heart.

My father is taking one for the team and paying to have her get fixed, so that will happen, but I'm just nervous about trusting the US postal system now and, being without her, honestly. She's gone away with me to college. To mental hospitals. When I've had no one with me I've had Raja. She's my comfort. My security. She is my most beloved... thing. There's nothing more important than her. If I could drive her across the country to get fixed myself, I'd do it.

#gravel talks #idk I know I have toy people following me which is why I'm not posting a photo of the damage #bc it breaks MY heart idk about y'alls #so like ask to tag if you don't wanna see this post I guess idk I'm just. this is my blog and I'm whining on my blog bc I can #that's the point

[yansblog-2022]

Summary for project 1

Initially I'd like to establish a narrative which can through audio, depict significant events happened during a normal day of a dog such as eating, playing, etc. However, when I actually put on the audio clips that I cleared up before, a new idea gradually came up in my head, then I decided to simulate a dream of the lonely dog.

The direct inspiration was from a clip in which a human walked away and then closed the door. Nowadays, many people, especially those who are single and live alone, keep pets to get companionship, so that they won't be too lonely. However, as they have to go out to work or study, their pets will be left in lonliness.

(picture is from https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.79348dbfe552de1a35a836f94fd186d2?rik=BREDjBluROW0iA&riu=http%3a%2f%2fwww.boardingandbeyond.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2015%2f04%2flonely-dog-e1429909903366.jpg&ehk=f1AGkwxDdndoV7ZW5h3oTZ8SsoGLZ4Rq%2f0TFG%2blA0eE%3d&risl=&pid=ImgRaw&r=0)

In the endless waiting time of pet dogs, what will they do? Probably mostly play on their own and sleep, I guess.

When they feel lonely and go to sleep, what kind of dreams will they have? I assume sometimes their dreams are not so sweet.

Therefore, according to the above primary thoughts, I started to make the "doggy's dream space". The setting of the protagonist dog is that he is a gentle and quiet puppy, his owner is a white collar who is often busy even in after-work time, he doesn't like water and he has a favorite toy which he always sleep with.

In the final audio I produced (I will put the audio link in comment), at the begining, the owner feeds his puppy, then he leaves for work, before he leaves, hopes you can notice the bird sound, I will use that as a special sign, which I will explain more later, then the puppy fell asleep. Next I have added a piece of piano music in my project audio as this music can deliver the feeling of displeasure, tension or something else similar. By the way, I found that piece of piano music in this website: Found Sounds – pianobook. That piano music lays down the main tone of this dream. So the dream part starts with the piano music and ends with the doggy's sudden breathing. During the bad dream, first part is full of water sounds as the puppy dislikes water, in which I have done some operations like increasing reverbs, adding FFT filter effect, denoising. The second part actually originates from a recoding of typing sounds. I have added effects like "delay and echo", also reverbs on that typing sounds.

The next part might be the most abstract part of the whole audio, as I reversed 2 previous clips to represent that the dream is going to an end and also it shows the deep desire of the puppy that he wishes his owner hasn't left him, he wishes the time could go back. That 2 clips are respectively the previous bird sound and sounds of people leaving home. The reverse idea came from how dreams normally look like, answer for that question would be dreams can show your subconsciousness, and they are normally quite confused and disordered.

Finally the weird noise from neighborhood's party frightens and wakes up the puppy, he breathes rapidly, gets up(with some sounds produced by his favorite toy) then walks away...

There are always some environmental sounds along with the whole audio. And I have done different adjustments to all sound clips to make the space feelings more real.

Hope this can make sense to all audience, and also I'd be happy if anyone can have different pictures/stories for my audio work.

[fangurk]

Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

tag list:

@batmanunicorns523

#alice cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #alice cullen imagine #jasper hale imagine #the cullens x reader #the cullens #twilight imagines #twilight saga #twilight #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #esme cullen

[childeaether]

scholarship.

cw: 18+ only, zhongli/f!reader, professor/student relationships, camgirl au, dragon dildo fuckery

wc: 2.2k

zhongli sighed as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie with his free hand. he was exhausted. today’s lecture had been a long one, and his class was definitely going to need a curve on this upcoming test grade. he’d tried to help them understand the topic. he’d tried assigning a lighter workload. none of it worked. it was like teaching to a brick wall.

he needed to decompress.

he grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch. there was already a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion on the end table. he’d anticipated this. it had become an obsession recently.

he opened his laptop and typed the url into the search bar.

angelsofteyvat.com

he knew this website well. it had started satiating his cravings at 9 pm every day for the last month. he almost wished he’d never found it.

glazedlily is now live!

right on time.

he quickly clicked on the profile and joined the livestream. and there you were, all dolled up, wearing only your bra and panties. it was a beautiful, light pink lingerie set. you looked stunning. there you were.

his star student.

“welcome to the live, guys!” you said with a smile. he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. he unzipped his dress pants.

“how are we today?”

phoenixrising: good how are you

knightk: horny

rockyalchemist: doing better now

zhongli rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the comments. he hated being associated with these losers. hated that you might see him the way you see them.

lapisrex: been a long day, baby. how are you?

he swore he saw your eyes light up. which made sense. he knew how expensive college was; he was a generous tipper.

“i’m doing okay, lapis! sorry you had a long day. hopefully, tomorrow will be better!” you said. his breath caught in his throat.

knightk tipped $5!

you rolled your eyes. “c’mon, k, i haven’t even done anything yet!” you giggled. you didn’t need to do anything. you could sit there and stare at the camera; you would still get tips. even from zhongli.

but you were a hard worker. he knew that. you were top of his class, for god’s sake.

“so, what are we thinking tonight?”

phoenixrising: do you know how to do self-bondage?

knightk: i need that bra off asap

zhongli already had plans for the night, though.

lapisrex: i know it’s last minute, but are your private sessions open?

he watched you pause as you read the comment, your eyebrows furrowing. fuck. he definitely should’ve asked in advanced.

“hmm.. normally i’d say no, but you are one of my favorites, lapis. how much?”

his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might beat out of his chest.

lapisrex: $1,000. i’m willing to go up.

your jaw dropped in surprise. “well, shit, i can’t say no to that.”

he knew you couldn’t. your next school payment was coming up in a week.

knightk: does that mean ur ending the live??

“sorry, but yeah. love you guys! always! but i could use that money. so, unless you guys can do better...”

knightk: $1,010

rockyalchemist: $1,500

zhongli rolled his eyes. as if he could be outbid by these randos.

lapisrex: $2,000

he watched as your eyes widened. just like a deer, frozen by approaching headlights.

“okay, that’s enough!” you said. “lapis, the private session is all yours. sorry, you guys! i’ll see you for the next one!”

before anyone else could comment, you ended the live. a bright red notification flashed on his screen as he received your message.

glazedlily has invited you to video chat!

he joined almost immediately, only pausing to make sure his webcam and microphone were both disabled. he couldn’t risk you finding out. it would ruin you both.

“hey, lapis!” you said happily, clasping your hands together. “it’s our first private session! are you excited?”

he was practically levitating.

lapisrex: very.

you grinned as you read the message. “alright, well, what are you feeling tonight?”

he was feeling many things. guilt, arousal, infatuation-

lapisrex: can i see what kind of dildos you have?

“of course! give me just a sec.” you stood and walked off camera. he heard shifting for a moment, and then you returned with a box about the size of your lap.

“okay, so we’ve got a few,” you said as you shifted through the toys, “what size were you thinking?”

lapisrex: the biggest you have

you giggled, and your smile lit up his laptop screen. “well, aren’t you confident?” you teased.

he was.

“the biggest one i have... it’s a little unconventional,” you said sheepishly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

you reached into the box and pulled out a big, thick, oddly shaped dildo. it had an orange tip that faded into yellow, and then into a dark brown at the base. but it didn’t look... normal.

oh.

it was a dragon dildo.

“this big guy hardly ever gets any action. his name is orochi,” you said. “it really came with that name. i don’t name my toys.” your laughter made his chest tighten.

and god, your hands were so tiny compared to it. they could barely cover the base. he felt his hand travel to his dick.

“i know it’s kind of fetish-y, though, so if you don’t like it we can try something else.”

and normally, he’d say, no - let’s try something else. don’t fuck yourself with that dragon dildo.

but everything you made him feel surprised him, every time. you looked so beautiful. he’d fantasized countless times about you looking up at him like you were at the camera now, your eyes sparkling, one of your bra straps falling off your shoulder. a dick in your hand. he wanted to pull those lace panties to the side and fuck you senseless.

he wanted to watch you fuck yourself with a dragon dildo.

lapisrex: no, i like it.

the smirk you gave to the camera made his dick twitch.

“wow,” you said, amused. “i didn’t think you’d be so kinky, lapis. you’re always so tame during my lives.”

you made him feel anything but tame. you made him succumb to the most carnal, primal feelings he’d ever known.

“alright, before i lube this fucking monster up, any other requests?”

just one.

lapisrex: can you call me professor?

lapisrex: if you’re comfortable, of course.

you raised your eyebrows. “damn, you are kinkier than i thought, lapis,” you said. “oh, my bad. you’re kinkier than i thought, professor.”

something in him snapped in half. jesus fucking christ. he had dreamed of this. of you on your knees, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. whispering his title. dreamt of whispering back a simple, soft-

lapisrex: good girl.

-before, ideally, fucking your throat.

you reached off camera to grab a small bottle of lube. he watched as you poured some directly on the toy, and then spread it with your hands. he’d never been so jealous of a dildo in his life.

after you’d deemed the dildo lubed enough, you poured a bit on your fingers. you looked shyly into the camera. “just wanna make sure i’m fully prepped,” you said, and reached down to take off your panties-

oh.

he’d dreamt of this, too. of laying you on your back against his desk, reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side. taking his sweet time with you. gently, slowly scissoring his fingers in and out of you, watching your face contort as you refused to look at him. you really could be so shy sometimes.

“okay,” you said finally, positioning yourself above the dildo. he took his cock into his right hand. “here goes nothing.”

he had to stifle the groan that left his throat just watching you sink slowly onto the tip. you bit your lip as you winced, pausing to adjust to the stretch. “sorry,” you panted, “it’s… really big.”

fuck. did you have any idea how fucking sexy you sounded?

lapisrex: don’t apologize, baby. take your time.

you shot the camera an appreciative grin. his heart squeezed.

slowly but surely, you sank yourself all the way down to the base. even with the generous amount of lube, he was impressed. you were a determined girl. it made him want to split you open himself.

“fuck, professor,” you gasped, “i feel so… full.”

he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into his hand. you really had no idea what you did to him.

you leaned back onto your elbows, giving him the perfect view of your pussy, stretched around the base. god, you were so fucking beautiful. “i think i’m ready to start now,” you said. your face was flushed, your eyes already starting to glaze over. he’d seen you like this before, during your lives- but this was so much better. seeing you like this for him was so much better.

you were looking into the camera with those same puppy dog eyes you gave him in class. the same ones that sparkled when he called on you during a lecture. the same ones that looked at him with such adoration as he explained concepts to the class.

you slowly pulled the dildo out by the base before cautiously working it back in. you cringed ever so slightly. he wanted to be there with you. he wanted to stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you adjusted to the feeling.

lapisrex: you’re doing so good, baby. take it slow if you need to.

you whimpered as you continued your gentle thrusts. “thank you, professor,” you said softly. there it was again. that dazed, sinful look in your eye. he knew you liked to be praised long before he found your profile. you always flushed when he complimented your work.

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as you gradually sped up your thrusts. “oh, god, it’s so big,” you groaned, “it feels so fucking good.” you threw your head back as you brought your free hand to your clit, rubbing soothing circles while you increased your speed.

zhongli was fully fucking his hand now, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. you were addicting. with a particularly hard thrust, your back arched, showing off your fucking perfect tits. his mouth was practically watering.

“shit, i’m- i’m close, professor,” you gasped, followed by a whine as you circled your clit faster. his cock ached.

lapisrex: not yet.

you let out a desperate sound, still fucking yourself at the same speed. “please, i can’t- i can’t hold on for much longer,” you cried. “it’s so… intense.” you took your hand away from your clit and brought it to tease one of your nipples.

he wished he could break you down like this every night. you were always so calm, so composed. and so damn smart. it had to be exhausting. he wanted to relieve you of all that stress. to turn you into his pliant, brainless slut- even for just an hour.

“professor, please,” you begged, sending a pulse through his cock. he was getting close, too. he’d been stroking his cock so long his arm was starting to hurt. “please, professor, i can’t-”

lapisrex: why should i let you cum?

lapisrex: do you deserve it?

a pathetic whimper escaped you. “yes, yes, i- i’ve been good professor,” you nearly sobbed. just hearing the desperation in your voice was almost enough to send him over the edge. you were right. you had been so, so good for him.

lapisrex: hmmm.

lapisrex: okay, baby. you’ve been good. you can cum.

you threw your head back and sighed in relief. you returned your hand to your clit and thrust the dildo harshly in and out of you. finally, your toes curled; your back arched. “ohh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, “thank you, professor- thank you, thank you.” you were babbling now, riding out your orgasm as your cunt clenched around the dragon dick. zhongli’s vision blurred as he roughly stroked himself over the edge. he didn’t even bother to muffle the gravelly moan that ripped from his throat.

when he opened his eyes, there was cum all over his hand, and some on his laptop screen. you were on your back, still lazily circling your fingertips over your clit. your legs were shaking.

you looked angelic. he longed to reach out and pull you close, to kiss the top of your head. his heart ached in his chest. he knew what he was doing was wrong. but he couldn’t help himself. you were enchanting, and he was only a man. only another fool in love.

you sat up. “wow,” you breathed, “that was… fucking incredible.” you giggled, clearly fucked out. “thank you, professor. i mean- i guess, lapis, now.”

you carefully dragged the dildo out of you, wincing slightly. “i... i really needed that,” you laughed. “i hope you got your money’s worth, too.”

you were worth the earth, the moon, the stars.

lapisrex: absolutely. you were so good for me.

lapisrex: thank you, baby. i hope we can do this again soon.

the smile on your face was genuine, just like the ones you flashed him during lecture that day. a warmth bloomed in his chest. “of course, lapis! you’re one of my favorites, remember?”

he wanted to be the only one.

“okay, professor, time’s up. i’ll see you again soon.” you smiled one last time into the webcam and then you were gone.

he sighed, leaning back on his couch.

how was he going to look you in the eye on monday.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x female reader #smut #zhongli #genshin smut