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thinking about…night owl sugu and his early riser gf …
he doesn’t know how he managed to freshen up and roll out of bed since he’s practically stumbling into the kitchen with his eyes half closed. he wanted to kick himself for promising that he would wake up for breakfast, but the moment the rays of daylight struck his pretty irises he immediately regretted his decision.
his head was pounding, his stomach gnawing at him in discomfort from being up during hours that he wasn’t used to. he really should go back to sleep, but it’s the start of your blossoming relationship and geto hasn’t figured out how to tell you that these morning activities you love so much just don’t work for him.
he sees you in his kitchen, slicing up fruit while nipping your bottom lip in concentration. he leans against the frame of the wall, and quirks his brow when he takes in the tee you were wearing. it occurs to him that this the first time he’s ever seen you in his clothes, and the black oversized fabric engulfs you, leaving only the stems of your legs and arms visible.
he’s already half hard, and when you turn over your shoulder to brightly smile in his direction it just makes it worse. you start chattering away while he approaches behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. you don’t catch his mood, and after letting you ramble for a few minutes longer he brushes his lips against your neck and whispers: “how about we just go back to sleep?”
you pout with disappointment, before insisting that he just needs something delicious to eat to lift his spirits. he can only wonder how he wound with up with somebody who contrasted him in every single way and slumps his shoulders in defeat while the seconds tick away as he focuses on you slicing up the remaining strawberries.
his hands begin to wander, slipping underneath the fabric of his tee as he molds his body against you. he kisses your shoulder as he kneads the flesh of your hips, pondering to himself if his little promise was worth keeping. he can tell you’re trying hard not to get distracted, but he wins the challenge when his hand makes it’s way underneath the waistband of your underwear to slowly rub your clit.
it’s not long before you’re facing him, your back pressing up against the counter while his half lidded gaze focuses on the way his dick sinks in and out of your dripping cunt. your chirpy voice reduced to nothing but gentle pants, while your fists tightly grip onto his shoulders with every thrust he delivers. your thighs quiver when you orgasm, and you would have lost your balance if he wasn’t there holding you in place. with one last push he finally shakes, reaching his own climax and finding his release.
he would have much rather woken up to this, fucked you sweetly in the comfort of his bed and fell asleep in your arms as he grows soft inside you. he pulls out and fixes himself up then uses two fingers to readjust your underwear before grabbing some tissues to quickly clean the mess.
holding your face in the palms of his hands, he places a kiss on your cheek and another on your lips, ignoring your slightly dumbstruck expression before mumbling a quiet: “thanks for breakfast, I’m going back to bed.”
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it isn’t that etoiles lost it’s abt HOW he lost, like they really could have just thrown code after code after him for two hours straight and used up all his gapples and potions and he STILL would have lost and it would have been more satisfying; it would have been a long, arduous and well-fought battle that etoiles would have adored every moment of despite the grim ending. but the way he lost was fighting a code whose health bar didn’t even move and who then proceeded to borderline metagame in order to win the fight quickly, taking away two of qetoiles most prized possessions resulting in a hollow victory. narratively i get etoiles needed to lose at some point but it should not have been like that
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I don't care that it's been only a day, The Amazing Digital Circus s/i jumpscare. (It/it's pronouns only!)
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A TV head, with a body more like a ball jointed doll. The TV is the main focus, with lots of colors, expressions, and images so the clothing idea is kept simple, a 50's style collared shirt and high-waisted black slacks or skirt.
Even though Caine can just snap his fingers and do seemingly anything, he makes it the errand runner for the circus to keep it stimulated. Does behind the stage work and very much does complain from time to time about the mentioned Caine busy work. Also enjoys baking! Even though no one *needs* to eat, once again, it's just something to do to stay busy.
Expressions range mostly on energy level or emotions so I'm having fun with a few :]
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