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Class 1-A with s/o who has a pet chicken

Summary: You have a pet chicken named Mr. Click.

Warnings: None, fluff all the way! Maybe a little crack-

Notes: Living my daydream of having a pet chicken.

Don’t play a drinking game every time you see the word Mr. Click. You will die.

Yuga Aoyama:

Is a bit surprised. I mean, you have a pet chicken. It isn’t really a normal household pet.

But he sees that you really love Mr. Click. So In turn, he’ll love him too.

Mr. Click likes him a lot. Aoyama sparkles a ton, and Mr. Click likes shiny things.

Aoyama and Mr. Click get along really well! Sometimes you leave Mr. Click in his care and he has fun.

Mina Ashido:

When you told her you had a pet chicken she wanted to see them ASAP.

She was super exited to meet Mr. Click and practically swooned once she has met him.

Now you both are chicken parents and she loves every bit of it.

Likes to takes selfie’s with Mr. Click and show the backusquad. And now everyone (yes even Bakugo) wants to meet Mr. Click.

Tsuyu Asui:

Thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. And now she often visits you just to see Mr. Click.

Likes to pet his feathers and takes a ton of pictures to show her siblings.

Her siblings wanted to see Mr. Click so one time you brought him over to her house.

Now her siblings want updates on Mr. Click when Asui comes home from dates with you.

Tenya iida:

A bit surprised that you have a chicken as a pet but doesn’t mind it.

Makes sure you are treating him well, he trusts you, but now he feels like Mr. Click is also his pet too.

Likes to help you clean out his chicken coop from time to time and it’s a bonding moment between you both.

Mr. Click often likes to chase him however, so sometimes he has to run away or Mr. Click will peck his shoes into ruin.

Ochaco Uraraka:

Another one who wants to see Mr. Click ASAP. Like, a chicken as a pet? So cool!

Mr. Click likes her round cheeks, and often sometimes gently pecks at them.

One time she made Mr. Click float by accident and got super terrified.

But it seemed Mr. Click enjoyed himself, acting like he was trying to fly.

Mashirao Ojiro:

He met Mr. Click when he was over for a date. He saw a small dog bed and assumed you had a tiny cat or dog.

Was not expected a chicken to strut his way into the living room and plop right into the bed.

He asked you about it and you told him Mr. Click was your pet chicken. He thought you were joking at first.

But no, you were serious. He didn’t mind. He just wished Mr. Click wouldn’t peck at his tail every time he comes over.

Denki Kaminari:

He made a joke about fried chicken when he first met Mr. Click and quickly noted that you didn’t like those jokes.

Mr. Click was like your son to you, and therefore, you would not like those kind of jokes.

But Denki actually got along really good with Mr. Click. He really liked Denki’s bright yellow hair.

That and Mr. Click really enjoyed laying on top of Denki when he would pass out on your couch from time to time.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Thinks it’s super cool to have a pet chicken! The moment you tell him he’s already exited to visit your house.

Once he finally meets Mr. Click he is picking him up and holding him like a hamburger. Laughing at his cute little legs.

Totally likes it when Mr. Click follows you around, and Kirishima normally follows him so now you have Mr. Click and your boyfriend following you like lost chicks.

When you groom his feathers Kirishima always wants to help, just so he can get closer to Mr. Click.

Koji Koda:

When he finds out you have a pet chicken, he really wants to meet Mr. Click. Telling you he would love to talk to him.

He’s fallen even more in love with you once he gets to talk to Mr. Click. He can tell that you take really good care of him.

Times over at your house are often spent watching shows or movies when Mr. Click between you both.

You fully trust Koda to watch Mr. Click. So when you go on visits, you leave Mr. Click in his care.

Rikido Sato:

Honestly? Adorable. Loves it. He first found out about Mr. Click when he went over to your house for the first time.

Mr. Click was just chilling near the front window sun bathing and Sato asked about him. And that’s when you told him about your chicken.

He often comes over and Mr. Click likes to flap his wings at him in means to protect you since he is really tall.

But Mr. Click has gotten used to him. And now Sato sometimes comes over with special made treats just for him.

Mezo Shoji:

Was a bit surprised by your pet choice. But he doesn’t really judge, he clearly sees how much you care for Mr. Click.

He often holds him in his arms and Mr. Click seems to enjoy falling asleep in his embrace.

But Mr. Click is sometimes an asshole and he likes to peck at Shoji’s mask and tug at it with his beak.

Mr. Click has learned the hard way by punishment in means of no extra snacks for two days.

Kyoka Jiro:

Odd choice of pet. But she isn’t the one to judge either. Actually likes Mr. Click because he isn’t cuddly like most cats or dogs.

Sometimes Jiro heads to your place to practice some guitar since you enjoy listening to her music and Mr. Click likes the sounds.

Mr. Click often screams to try and sing with Jiro from time to time and as much as you think it’s cute. It’s rather annoying.

But often times you two listen to music together while Mr. Click tests between you two, getting light pats from time to time.

Hanta Sero:

Thought you were joking with him at first, didn’t actually believe you had a pet chicken. But got a nice surprise when Mr. Click greeted him at the door.

“Oh. So you weren’t joking.” Sero watched as Mr. Click trots back over to you, who was in the kitchen making some snacks for you both.

Actually got along really well with Mr. Click. And took a ton of pictures of him posing next to him.

Now every time he comes over he likes to pick up Mr. Click and just carry him around. And Mr. Click doesn’t mind this at all.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t make amazing friends with Mr. Click the moment he sees him.

They are great buddies. Mostly because Mr. Click loves to follow him like a chick to his mother.

Dark shadow also loves to just- gently hold the chicken like hamburger.

So all in all. Tokoyami and Mr. Click get along really well. Although, sometimes you think Mr. Click is starting to favor Tokoyami more.

Shoto Todoroki:

Honestly? This Boy is confused. You have a pet chicken. That isn’t a normal house pet so it’s weird the first few times he comes over.

But then he gets used to Mr. Click. And he doesn’t mind him at all. He likes watching Mr. Click just do his thing.

If Mr. Click ever needs anything new, from feed to a new pen. He will pay for anything he needs.

One time Shoto fell asleep on your couch and Mr. Click almost suffocated him with his feathers. Now Shoto silently thinks Mr. Click is trying to end him.

Toru Hagakure:

You showed her pictures of Mr. Click and she was super exited to meet him. Once she finally met him she took a ton of pictures of him.

She likes to buy those little arm things for chickens and she put it on him and she thought it was the greatest thing.

She also loves to pick up Mr. Click or just watch him do his thing. Likes to watch him bawk at her too.

She also considered herself a chicken mom too and now she calls him her son.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Thought it was the weirdest shit ever. Why would you have a pet chicken over a dog? Is just really confused by the pet choice.

But he isn’t going to judge his s/o over that. He just rolls with it. And actually likes Mr. Clicks aggressive attitude. Sometimes.

Other times when Mr. Click is overprotective of you he likes to peck at Bakugo’s feet when he visits and He hates it.

But when they do get along, Mr. Click is normally found sitting on his shoulder as Bakugo helps you cook.

Izuku Midoriya:

The second he finds out about Mr. Click he’s dedicating at least three pages in his notebook for him and him alone.

Sometimes when he comes over for dates, he likes to just watch and observe Mr. Click doing random things.

If you ask him about it he’ll go on a rant about Mr. Click’s behavior and what not. Honestly it’s really cute.

Mr. Click likes to show affection by giving tiny things like buttons. So once Midoriya was given a tiny blue button he cherished it and taped it to his notebook.

Minoru Mineta:

(This Boy needs some love too). Mineta was just weirded out by Mr. Click. He didn’t really care, he just didn’t like the way Mr. Click stared at him.

Likes to play with Mr. Click sometimes by showing him shiny objects. But if the teasing gets too far you scold him.

Sometimes just for jokes Mineta likes to take a ball off his head and give it to Mr. Click. Who then proceeds to bring it to you.

Sometimes you made jokes about Mineta’s height with Mr. Click and he finds it amusing sometimes and indulges your joking a little.

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Another person who is a bit caught off guard at the pet choice. But she doesn’t judge you in the slightest, she knows you love Mr. Click.

When she comes over, she likes to bring Mr. Click tiny objects that she think he would enjoy like little gems or just plain buttons.

Mr. Click has a dedicated pile of all the things he collects and receives, so when Momo gives him something he runs off to add it to his collection.

When you have Tea time with Momo. Mr. Click often wants to join. So Momo fills his tea cup with water and lets him enjoy being with you both.

genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

Hi umm question can I make a request of a macaque azure lion wukong x fem single mother tiger

Like she has like three cubs (kids) and she had to raise them and there still young because because there recently born because her ex mate (husband) cheated on her with another woman and when he found out she was pregnant with his cubs (kids) he left her while she was pregnant

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Sun Wukong

Is very disappointed that your ex mate left you all alone with your triplet cubs.

Is very angry that he cheated.

When he visits you, he more often then not offers to babysit for a day or two so you can have some rest.

At some point he gets you to bring them to his island and he does so much.

He won't let you talk down about your body, will kiss your stomach.

He understands if your not ready to enter a new relationship, willing to take it slow.

Most importantly though, he understands that to date you, he does have to be a good influence in your kids life.

He is willing to fake a certain idea of himself, but he also isn't really willing to change who he is as a personmonkey.

Macaque

Probably found out about you having kids after a date and he coughs on the glass of water you gave him when one kid comes running out to say hi to mama.

Coughs even more when he sees the other two.

He doesn't treat you any differently(besides from letting you choose times when to meet up more freely) because of your cubs.

He does ask questions about the father though. And is fucking pissed.

This man will hunt down your ex and kill him for leaving you and your cubs. Will make sure you suddenly have this man entire wealth in your bank too.

He doesn't let you figure it out, playing innocent and all.

He does like spending time with your kids, though he likes spending time with you more.

Though he does hate it when one or more of the children join you two in bed because of a nightmare. He doesn't like grubby hands touching him as he sleeps.

Azure Loin

This man does not question it.

He just thinks your husband died while you were pregnant and is willing to look after your cubs.

Why else would a father not be in a child's life.

He goes feral when you tell him the truth.

Will hunt this shit down and cut off his gentiles.

"If he is too much of a coward to look after a child then he doesn't have the right to make anymore children."

Will convince your cubs he is their father and he will treat you as if he is your husband, even if you two never get married.

He won't let children be raised thinking they have no family.

JJK ! THIRST

various x curse ! darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, kidnapping, captive darling, degredation

Can’t stop thinking about all the little vulnerable curse ! darlings that exist and how easily they fall prey to the merciless Jujutsu Sorcerers that go hunting them down for pleasure.

Geto Suguru x The Curse of Virginity

Doe-eyed, chubby-cheeked and makeup-free. She's always chewing her lip nervously. Spawned from all the sweet, silly virgins out there who're afraid of having their virginity robbed but who’re always so fucking wet for it at the same time that it’s embarrassing.

Geto got lucky and swallowed her up before anyone else could get a taste. Keeping her in his bedroom. He kisses her cheeks while fucking her into a moaning, squealing little mess every night. Making sure all her sweet little virgin fantasies are met and satisfied.

Gojo Satoru x The Curse of Beauty

A defiant little brat who thinks her beauty will enslave any and all men who dare look at her. Cold and dismissive, she never lets anyone touch her – because, in her mind, she’s a goddess no one’s worthy of having or holding.

But Gojo scoops her up and keeps her locked up in his place like a pet cat. Smiling at her awfully condescendingly when she warns him not to lay his filthy hands on her. She'll hiss at him, backing up with eyes going wide under the crushing realization that a pretty face stands little chance paralleled with a real force of strength. Understanding with a hitch in her throat how she better start using her looks to please rather than upset him.

Fushiguro Toji x The curse of insecurity

The cutest little crybaby who thinks every aspect of her is unappealing and gross. She’s always trying to hide her tear-streaked face, making herself as small as she can by curling herself into a ball, hoping no one’s able to notice her. 

Toji just grins his devil-grin with her doughy thighs spread around his hips – keeping her wrists pinned above her head so she can’t do anything but whimper out small denials when he gruffs out how fucking adorable she is, thinking she can keep herself away from him.

Nanami Kento x The curse of shame

Born from the guilt of every shameful nympho who can’t help but feel so awfully filthy after indulging in their dark desires. She's always naked and needy – quaking with heat and dewy from the fever of it – rubbing her thighs closed with such a sorry expression it would make any man rush to comfort her.

Nanami takes good care of her, though. The poor thing. She can’t go a single day without getting her wet little pussy pounded – always coming to him with her coy eyes and sultry whines, riding the thick muscles on his thigh with such a terribly needy pout on her lips. Begging him to make it okay, to sanction her so she needn’t feel so awfully sinful as she cums while still whimpering for his cock like a needy wonton little slut.

Zenin Naoya x The curse of misogyny

Born from all the chauvinistic self-indulgent thoughts men have of what a perfect woman should be – having resulted in the most plaint sweetest little thing – one who only feels comfortable when she's either welcoming her man home, cock-warming him during dinner or when he's rearranging her guts into the late night.

She's the happiest little bride with Naoya. Smiling nicely and humming while he lists all his troubles after coming home in a foul mood like always – she'll play with his hair until he leans into the touch with a moan, possessively tugging her closer – palming her soft skin with a pouty scowl on his face. She'll kiss his chin and tell him how grateful she is for everything he goes through, and it's exactly what he needs to hear – beginning to brush his lips over her skin, undressing her while she continues soothing him with her devotion – telling him she'd be lost without him, that he should take whatever he wants from her as a reward for working so hard, that he deserves it for being so good to her, that he's the strongest and smartest and greatest man in the whole world, and that she'll never ever want to be or do anything but serve him until the day she dies.

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