What type of asmr would the vets and cadets be into?
Mikasa: Concentrating Reiner: Doesn’t really experience it Bertholdt: Blowing Annie: Personal attention Eren: Bob Ross Jean: Having his tummy touched Marco: Pages turning Sasha: Massage Connie: Scratching and tapping Historia: Hand movement Armin: Touching the head Ymir: low voices Levi: The scrathcing of brooms on the floor Hanji: Buzzing Erwin: Sticky sounds Nanaba: Cats purring Mike: Hair touching Moblit: Whispering
The tea party was a very nice tea party, Marinette thought. She and Alya were in the nicest dresses moon-currency could buy, the tableware was all iced, and the birds were serenading them with all the vigor their little trumpet hearts could muster.
“Isn’t it lovely today?” she asked at her very prim-est. She picked up a teacup, last two fingers out in true moon style. “Look at all the clouds!”
“Uh-huh,” Alya agreed, leaning over to fetch more sugar, the ample swell of her bosom spilling over the neckline of her dress. “It’s so warm! Looks like Earth was nice to us today.”
“Yeah,” Marinette said — or might not have said, because the strap of Alya’s dress had just slipped off her shoulder and everything was now much warmer than it should have been. “It’s sweet.”
“Sweet like me?” Alya wanted to know, wearing a dress Marinette had designed and lingerie Marinette had designed underneath it, and Marinette was very sure that if she tasted Alya now, she’d taste like the sugar she was spooning into her drink my the cupful.
“Not nearly as sweet as you,” she corrected, because it was true, and Alya smiled with plush, maraschino cherry-red lips.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but she was cut off by a—
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP—
Marinette’s hand shot out from under her comforter, palm smacking down on the snooze button, and her head followed it out.
She blinked at the broad black-and-white stripes of her stuffed cat, sticky-achey-overwarm arousal drifting lazily through her system, and could only think, what the hell was that?
I’ve been SUPER stressed the past 24 hours over something that I think is fixed now, but the entire time, Tiger has stayed RIGHT by me. He sat on my desk while I played games all last night, slept in my bed, ate his breakfast and came right back to my room in the morning and has been on my desk again all day.
And each time I’d go to the toilet he’d follow and wait outside the door.