Cuntboy Anaxagoras(3)
He wants to make the most of your day off...♡ ლ( ́ ❥ `ლ)Anaxagoras scrambles for his surprise, trying to find it before you get home from grocery shopping. It's the first day you had taken off work in a long time, thanks to Anaxa's small frown and watery eyes.
After all, he did miss you.
Who wouldn't miss their partner when they leave them alone for two weeks, not even a kiss goodbye to keep them company? Anaxa's heart flutters with excitement at the thought of you coming home, before he finally finds his surprise-- Tucked behind his dress shirts in his closet, innocuously folded and placed neatly behind them.
Anaxagoras takes it out and unrolls the bunny suit, his cheeks flushing. Usually, he's not one to wear such things-- But with you away working, one could say that Anaxa had grown... needy.
He gingerly unzips it, swallowing softly when the zipper runs all the way down the backside with a soft buzzing sound. Then, carefully, Anaxa steps into it, tugging it up and blushing when it only barely covers his chest. It was tight around his pussy, and he shuffles awkwardly, inhaling sharply as he zips up his own back.
Anaxagoras looks in the mirror.
The bunny suit accentuated his small waist perfectly, even making his thighs seem bigger from how high it cut up his hip. Anaxa shifts slightly, pausing when he feels something strange against his swollen lips. He glances down, before sliding a hand between his legs and--
A zipper track?!
Anaxa blushes brightly. What? He didn't know this was a feature on the bunny suit--
Suddenly, the sound of keys unlocking the front door is heard, before he hears it open. Anaxagoras gasps, quickly hurrying to the bed with a racing heart and flushed cheeks, gingerly laying down with his legs spread eagerly. His heart was pounding as he hears you call out for him, but he stays quiet, equally eager and fearfull for your reaction.
Then, you open the door, your gaze falling on Anaxa's prone form.
Anaxagoras swallows weakly, averting his eyes from you. "Hey," he starts, risking a glance at you before he flushes with indignation. "S-Stop staring--! This is a one-time thing, alright?"
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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