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planet-dusk · 7 months
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☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c
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chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...
─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
─── ☆ length: 2.3k
─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy
─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33
© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.
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Chan’s in over his head.
He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 
And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 
So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 
“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”
“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 
“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 
“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”
“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”
The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…
“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.
As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 
“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 
You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 
You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 
“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”
You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 
Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 
Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 
Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.
He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 
Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 
The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 
With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.
You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 
The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 
Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 
“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 
He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…
“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 
“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”
His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”
Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 
You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 
Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 
And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 
Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 
Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 
“You sure you can take it, puppy?”
Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 
“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”
He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 
He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 
“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”
Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”
He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 
“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”
“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 
“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.
My Channie.
“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”
You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.
“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”
He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 
“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”
You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 
“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”
“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”
Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”
You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 
His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 
Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 
“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 
He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 
Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 
You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 
You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 
He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”
“Wha —? You sly dog!”
Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”
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toplines · 1 year
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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP REPOSTING GIFS.
“bu…bubu- but they’re just wittle pixels and digital images rwight 🥺” no. we spend hours on gifs or even one singular gif to make edits for FREE on tumblr dot com. name a person who asked us to do this. no one!! exactly!! we make gifs bc its enjoyable and fun but people like reposters suck the fun out of it!!! and do NOT go and tell us that “gifs aren’t that hard to make” baby girl what do u think we do? go online and search for a video downloader and download it at like a crappy 720p and go to like literal ezgif dot com and all the gifs just MAGICALLY have their effects, typography, colouring, blending, animation, quality all up and ready? why dont u try and make a gif. hm.
and also, @ all of you “gif collectors” or some fanfic writers. lemme tell u a secret. an itty bitty secret. did u know… theres this really cool thing called PROPERLY CREDITING? im not talking about a stupid “credits to the owners” no. it isn’t that hard to properly source the creators or accounts.
that wasn’t so hard, hm?
also oh my god, do NOT go around saying you made these gifs when it is so obvious you didn’t. no bff, it isn’t a coincidence we have the same sharpening AND colouring settings.
and hey, i’ll stop my angry typing for a minute and just say that if you wanna learn how to make gifs there are plenty of amazing accounts and tutorials that are incredibly detailed. here are a few i recommend:
how to: make high quality gifs by sith-maul
giffing 101 by cillianmurphy
giffing and colouring tutorial by sashafierce
how to fix and avoid orangewashing characters by maxchapman
how to fix and avoid white/pink/yellowwashing by jeonwonwoo
how to: colouring east & southeast asians by blueshelp
pastel gifs: a tutorial by completeresources
how to fix and avoid whitewashing in pastel gifs by fadenet
and for those who don’t want to pay/ t*rr*nt photoshop:
free giffing tutorial by ashleysolsen
photopea gif tutorial by lacebird
and @usergif has a bunch of directories and navigation for tutorials and inspiration!
again, there are so many useful tutorials if you’d just look.
i know this probably won’t stop all reposters (unfortunately) but i hope those reposters that are reading this realise how messed up stealing gifs are. it isn’t funny or cool to see gifs that you’ve spent so much time on only to be reposted here or on other sites without credit or being claimed as someone elses.
we’re just asking for a proper credit on your post or maybe even stop reposting in whole. im sure you had good intentions in making those posts, but you have to understand how much it hurts. at this point, we have to put our watermarks in the middle of our gifs to avoid people cropping them out.
and please, PLEASE reblog edits. you have no idea how diminishing it is to see such a crappy like to reblog ratio. remember this hellsite has such a crappy algorithm so reblogging is essentially one of the only ways to give posts more traction
AGAIN. dont repost gifs. dont steal gifs without credit. dont belittle gifmakers. just stop being so disrespectful and rude and have a brain for once. thank you for reading.
edit: ive noticed ppl asking why i kinda like insulted those who use 720p and ezgif, im really sorry if i made it sound like a bad thing !! i was just very angry writing this aaaadjskdks gifmaking, HQ or not is valid and nobody deserves to get their creations stolen !
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izukuisbaby · 2 years
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⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA
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୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼
୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓
m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !
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⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA
℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !
℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"
℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰
℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !
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⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO
℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.
℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"
℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,
"looks good i guess, take it"
"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"
"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"
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⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI
℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"
"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"
"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"
℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body
℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)
℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡
℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -
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© izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)💓
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creative-crybaby · 2 years
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Ticking Dine Bomb
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PAIRING: timeskip!Miya Atsumu x fem!reader x timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi
GENRE: smut (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome, fingering, nipple play, double penetration, oral (m receiving), creampie, light manhandling, cum eating, dacryphilia if you squint
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 4.7k
SUMMARY: With your boss making you work overtime (because of course she does), you now have less time to prepare for your dinner date. Getting ready shouldn't be as stressful as it is, and your lovers are kind enough to help you relax.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello I am alive :)
© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify
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The loud slam of the apartment door startles Sakusa and Atsumu. Before either of them can go to investigate, you’re already speed-walking into the bedroom, unbuttoning your blouse as you try to avoid stumbling. A string of apologies and curses cascade from your lips as you rush past the faux-blonde, who offers you a low whistle as he catches the sight of your bra.
“Hello to you, too,” he muses, watching you fumble through your shared closet. You don’t bother scolding him for his sultry tone; you can worry about that later. That supposed concern now belongs to your lovers from your lack of response. A large hand gently lands on your shoulder, halting your movements. 
“Are you okay?” Sakusa asks as you turn to face him. You remember to breathe. Shoulders dropping, you place your hand on top of his.
“Sorry,” you mumble, brows creasing as you shut your eyes. “My boss asked me to stay behind to help her with something. Said it wouldn’t take long.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. “I should’ve known better. Today of all days…”
“Our reservation’s in half-n’-hour,” Atsumu chimes in. “We can even help ya if ya want.”
“I feel like a mess,” you groan, walking over to the vanity. Giving your makeup a once-over, you press your lips in a thin line. “At least I won’t have to redo my makeup. Maybe a little touch-up.”
“Like I said,” the setter drawls, leaning over your hunched frame with a sly grin, “we can help ya.”
Your expression twists into one of annoyance as you stand up straight. It’s only then you notice how well-dressed your lovers are. While they’re both sporting black dress pants, Sakusa’s buttoning up his black vest over a simple white button-down with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and Atsumu, a maroon button-up. With the latter catching your dazed stare, his smile shifts to a smirk. The familiar look is enough to snap you out of it.
“You can help by finding me something nice to wear,” you huff, lightly pushing at his chest. The faux-blonde gives you a pout before dragging himself to the closet.
The wing spiker approaches you once more. “Is there any way I can help?”
You hum, eyes trailing towards the vanity. “Help me fix my makeup?”
The ravenette nods, gently holding your chin to raise and get a better look at your face. With almost nothing needing fixing, he scans through your lipstick collection before picking his favourite shade of burgundy. You exhale through your nose, too tired to offer a full laugh at his choice.
“Make sure to pick a dress that’ll match her makeup,” Sakusa orders without removing his focus from you. 
“Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round when gettin’ ready?” Atsumu grumbles as he whips his head around to face the other athlete, his accent growing thicker from frustration. When he gets no response, the setter sulkily returns on his journey to find you something to wear. 
You, meanwhile, keep your eyes on Sakusa with heavy lids as he concentrates on your lips. He drags the lipstick across your pout with absolute delicacy and precision, not leaving a single spot unpainted with the bold colour. His focus only intensifies as he traces your cupid’s bow, though it doesn’t diminish once he’s done. How can he stop staring when you’re this breathtaking? 
The next part, while it may involve a bit of a mess, is always his favourite. As if by muscle memory, your lips part enough for him to slide in his thumb. With eyes darker than the bottom of the ocean, it’s almost impossible to notice them dim as you suckle on the digit before he slowly pulls it out. He barely acknowledges the ring of dark red around his thumb, his gaze now meeting yours as he feels his cock stir in his slacks. 
As much as he’d love to have your lips wrapped around something else, his fantasies are cut short once the other volleyball player approaches you two with a dress hooked over his arm. 
“Why do ya always get to do the fun part?” Atsumu whines, having noticed the previous tension. His childishness earns him an unamused expression from the wing spiker and a tired blink from you. 
“I do a better job with the application,” Sakusa states, causing the faux-blonde to pout. The latter quickly regains composure, however, as he remembers his task. He holds up a long, dark chocolate dress with thin straps that cross down the open back, and you reward him with an approving nod. The ravenette merely hums. “Looks like you do have some common fashion sense.”
The older Miya twin grumbles a “yeah, yeah” before setting the dress down on the vanity chair. His attention back on you, a grin spreads across his face as he wraps his arms around you from behind. With a light tug to your unbuttoned blouse–you forgot you were still wearing it–he peppers kisses across your exposed neck. 
“Let’s get the rest of this off, shall we?” he drawls, sliding the top off your shoulders. From his position, Atsumu has the perfect angle to stare down at your chest, the bra he bought for you for Valentine’s day layered with a tan lace on a beige-white base. 
Sakusa, while he would normally scold the other athlete, is in no position to do so as his eyes wander south. With his staring being of no help, he decides to lower himself to the ground, large hands on your hips as he looks up at you for permission. You nod, and he shimmies your skirt down your legs, exposing matching panties under a sheer layer of black tights.
You feel Atsumu’s lips spread into a smile against your skin, but you can’t seem to copy his energy. 
“So tense,” he mumbles. “Ya really ought to quit yer job. It’s killin’ ya.”
“I love my work,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him. “I just don’t feel the same way about the people I do it with.”
“Still,” Sakusa interjects, hooking his fingers past the waistband of your tights, “it’s difficult to enjoy something you love in a bad environment.”
A chuckle sneaks past your lips as he slips the article of clothing down your legs. You miss the sharp intake of air from the wing spiker as he continues his actions, but with the growing smirk pressed against the junction of your neck, it’s clear that Atsumu heard him. 
“You’re one to talk,” you smile in amusement, peering down at the ravenette. “Knowing you two, you’d still find a way to play volleyball even if the world was ending. Especially you, ‘Tsumu. Don’t think ‘Samu hasn’t told me about your high school shenanigans.”
While Sakusa holds back a snort, Atsumu doesn’t bother hiding his frown as he presses his cheek against yours.
“That’s different,” groans the faux-blonde. “We have a good captain; yer boss keeps leechin’ onto ya. It’s stressin’ ya out, even when yer at home with us.” The calloused hands holding your waist now take their time gliding up your body to tug teasingly at your bra straps. “Ya gotta relax, angel. Let us help ya.”
Soft lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear, though you don’t give them any time to have their fun. You turn your head to face the setter. 
“I need to get changed,” you huff.
Atsumu shrugs. “Ya don’t need to.”
“I’m not showing up to a fancy restaurant in my underwear.”
“I don’t see an issue—”
“That’s enough, Atsumu,” Sakusa interrupts, glaring at the other athlete. Despite the weight his gaze holds, having his hands lay on your hips strips some of the wing spiker’s intimidation away. 
“What?” Atsumu feigns innocence as he peers down at the other male. “Ya don’t think she looks good in this? I could stare at her all day.”
That makes two of us, is what Sakusa would say if it were the point he was trying to get across. The lace from your panties merges its pattern with his fingerprints, and the urge to remove the useless article of clothing makes his fingers twitch.
“I’m not disagreeing with you,” he responds carefully. “I just don’t think we should be adding to her stress.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’!” The setter exclaims. “We can take some of that stress away.”
“I’m right here, you know,” you huff, removing the faux-blonde’s hands from your body.
“So, what d’ya say?” Atsumu’s voice drops an octave as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Sakusa rises from his spot, his hands not leaving your hips as he places his forehead on yours. 
“You don’t have to,” he assures. “We want to help, that’s all.”
Even in a more serious moment, the older Miya twin snickers. “We?”
Before the ravenette can respond, you hold his face, cradling it in your hands.
“Okay,” you almost whisper, studying his face. “As long as we don’t miss our reservation.”
“Are you sure?” A drop of worry glides out with his words, camouflaging with the help of a stoic expression. 
You nod. “I think I’ve earned a break.”
“Yeah, ya do.” Soft butterfly kisses sprinkle onto your skin as another pair of hands find their way back on your body, one sliding up to pull at one of your bra straps.
“That means no teasing.” Your voice and expression are stern as you turn to face Atsumu. His giddiness doesn’t falter; if anything, he hooks his arms behind your knees and back and lifts you from your spot. You yelp, and the setter approaches the bed before Sakusa can say anything. 
“Let’s get to it,” the faux-blonde proclaims, placing you on the mattress before hastily unbuttoning his shirt and settling next to you. His lips attach to your neck, suckling your skin wherever they please as the ravenette joins you two on the bed. 
“No marks, ‘Tsumu,” you sigh shakily, eyes fluttering as he continues his actions and unclasping your bra. The wing spiker helps remove the undergarment, though his hands soon trail down to rest on your thighs. “I’m serious. I won’t have time to cover it with makeup.”
He doesn’t put up a fight, pulling away from your neck and instead helping you change your position for you to lean against the headboard. 
“Then how ‘bout I mark these instead?” The older male smirks down at your chest, leaning to wrap his lips around your nipple. Your fingers rake through his locks as he does so, though you don’t get a chance to look down as Sakusa gently grabs your chin to make you face him.
“Look at me while I touch you.” His voice may be naturally more on the quiet side, but it doesn’t make his order any less stern. The hand on your thigh trails up to the waistband of your underwear, sliding past it and coming in contact with your slick-stained cunt. Onyx eyes droop as their owner continues to gather your essence before two of his fingers find your clit. A strangled moan threatens to burst past your painted lips as he rubs tight circles, but you don’t dare look away from him. 
A familiar excitement blooms in your belly as Atsumu tweaks at your neglected bud, humming against your chest as the setter has his fun with you. Your grip on his bleached hair tightens and burns his scalp deliciously, and the ravenette takes the opportunity to slide a finger in your sopping hole. You refrain from bucking your hips as he finds your sweet spot, massaging it with a curl of his long digit. It’s not long until he adds another finger, your wetness used as a lubricant. 
For a moment, your previous concerns seem to abandon your body. The dark pools your lover has for irises keep you in a trance, refraining you from closing your eyes or even thinking about anything other than what the athletes have to offer you. 
“Poor thing,” Sakusa tuts. You suppose that’s his way of cooing, though this is as kind as he’ll get with either of you in bed. “Never catching a break with that boss of yours, hm?”
All you can do is whimper, and you feel Atsumu smile against your chest.
“Don’t worry,” his voice drops an octave, “we’ll take real good care of ya.” 
“Then quit wasting time,” you huff from neediness and frustration. The wing spiker narrows his eyes at you, but doesn’t say anything as his gaze trails to his teammate, who begrudgingly pops your nipple out of his mouth from the silent message. With their help, you’re on your hands and knees, the boisterous Miya twin behind you and the silent ravenette kneeling before you, his bulge mere inches away from your face.
“If we weren’t on a time limit,” Sakusa says as he unzips his slacks, “I would’ve done something about that attitude of yours.” His pants are barely around his thighs when he holds his leaking cock before you. Unlike the faux-blonde, he’s chosen to keep everything else on, and while you’d love to see everything under the fabric, you can’t deny that him keeping his attire on is even more attractive. “There’s always next time, I suppose.” 
Calloused hands tug at your panties before bringing them down as far as possible in one motion. The cool air hitting your soaked pussy has it clenching, an action you know has Atsumu grinning lopsidedly without even needing to look at him. But with your other lover peering down at you with lust bleeding into his eyes, you can’t find yourself caring. Even if you did, the leaking cock tapping against your lips would advise you to keep your focus up front. You know better than to go against that rule.
“But my lipstick…” You feel stupid for uttering them, but the words fly out before your brain can stop them from existing. 
Sakusa raises a brow. “I chose that colour for a reason.”
He slides his tip into your warm mouth, letting out a sigh while doing so. Bit by bit, you take more of him in until you reach the beauty mark near the base. A groan comes from both men; Sakusa for the heavenly sensation and Atsumu, the lewd display. You don’t feel the latter take the next step at his end (pun intended?) until the former slowly removes himself from the caverns of your mouth until only his tip remains. Another cock teases your pussy, collecting your slick to use as lube before nudging at your hole. A tight fit, but the setter takes his time filling you up, even going so far as to lean forward to reach for your clit to give it some well-deserved attention. 
Whatever tears planned on blooming out, you force to vanish. With the ravenette’s intent on smearing your lipstick on his cock, you don’t want to ruin your makeup more than he already will. (The all too familiar glint in his eyes already tells you that much.) At least he won’t go rough on you; your energy’s been sucked out of you thanks to work, and this little session was for you just as much as it was for your lovers. It’s why you give a small mewl of appreciation when Atsumu starts his thrusts nice and slow, rubbing your hip soothingly while muttering words of appreciation under his breath. Sakusa, on the other hand, uses your throat for his pleasure, though his strokes are gentle as his eyes bore down at you hungrily. They did the work, but you were technically in charge.
It doesn’t take long for the faux-blonde to find your sweet spot, causing your eyes to cross momentarily and a muffled moan to gurgle out. Through your hazy vision, you catch the dark red lipstick ring at the base of the wing spiker’s cock, a gradience following up the shaft every time he pulls back. Such a bold and intimidating colour, yet even what you can make out of the sight has you clenching around the other cock inside you. Both lovers let out their respective sounds of pleasure, synchronizing and tickling your eardrums. You feel full, and your eyelids droop from lust and fatigue. You still want more, and you almost forget about your time limit.
Almost, as in, you catch your alarm clock on your nightstand, eyes trailing to the bright red numbers. 
“Eyes on me,” the ravenette commands, causing your gaze to snap back to the front. You feel his stare, and your face grows warmer when you hear Atsumu snicker. 
“Yer supposed to relax, remember?” he quips, his accent growing thicker. 
You let out a silent whine before taking more of Sakusa’s cock as an apology. You refrain from gagging when you feel his tip prod the back of your throat, but it doesn’t stop the tears from sneaking back up to the corners of your eyes. At least your introverted lover was kind enough to wipe them away.
Had you the energy, you’d tell them to pick up the pace. For now, you’re grateful for the distraction. With both athletes stretching you open deliciously, culprits of the heat pooling in your lower stomach, you make yourself relax.
That is until the calloused finger is back rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You almost jolt in shock from the sudden change. Atsumu doesn’t speed up all that much, but he does add more force, hitting deep enough for you to feel him rearranging your guts. Over your muffled squeals, you hear Sakusa scoff, but not speak up about his teammate’s spontaneity. 
“Feel good, angel?” the setter rasps, a drop of sweat cascading down his forehead. “Can’t help m’self. Not when ya keep squeezin’ me like that. Shit—”
With your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you hardly notice yourself moving back to meet his thrusts, jaw going slack and neglecting the cock before you. 
Sakusa loathes messes. Anything unkempt or disorganized creates this itch somewhere he can’t locate but definitely needs to scratch. 
The sight of you, however, with drool trailing down your chin, lipstick smeared, and tears threatening to drop and ruin everything—makes his cock twitch. 
You’re downright filthy. 
His dick finds itself back in your warm mouth, making itself at home as it explores more of the wet cavern. A soft gagging sound from the back of your throat travels up his spine, and the ravenette can’t help the groan that escapes him as he sees the mess you make of his shaft.
Atsumu’s in no better condition. Not only does he get his own view of the action up front, but you’re just as messy from where he’s standing. A thick ring of white hugs the base of his cock as a layer of slick coats it. You don’t seem to want to let go of him, and whatever sound of reason his brain can muster is masked with the light squelching and pap pap pap from his skin slapping yours.
He’s selfish, he knows. This is all for you, of course. Though, there’s no reason for him to not have his fun. With your boss stealing you from him and his teammate, it’s only natural for the faux-blonde to miss you as much as he does. 
You’re exhausted when you’re back home to them. The setter will pout when you can’t afford the attention he desperately craves, though his heart can only choke at your drained state as you trudge to bed. Oh, how he’d love to give your boss a piece of his mind (not that you’d let him, much to his disappointment). For now, he can happily give you the appreciation you’ve been deprived of. He’s just going to do it his own way.
Even when words fail you, your body finds a way to show gratitude. Moans and wails turned gags hit the walls in the room with every thrust from both ends, tears fogging your vision and thoughts as you let your lovers take care of you. You grow dizzy, a spiral not only in your head, but your lower stomach, churning as your release grows near.
A sudden warm bitterness attacks your tastebuds as you try not to choke on the liquid filling your mouth. Sakusa stills his hips with a drawn-out groan, spurts of white painting your tongue and throat as well as the corners of your lips. Even in your far-away state, you swallow some without much struggle, and the ravenette lovingly caresses your cheek.
With your mouth free, so are your cries of pleasure. You know better than to look away from the wing spiker even after he’s finished, and with begging eyes and a tear-stained face, you offer pure desperation as his air of nonchalance returns while he tucks himself back in his slacks. 
You haven’t forgotten about Atsumu. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, not when he’s still pounding into you like an animal, lifting you to press your back against his chest. He pulls you into a messy kiss, swirling his tongue in your mouth as he swallows some of his teammate’s remaining cum. He hastily pulls away with a satisfied hum and smile, eyes drooping as he sees how he further messed up your makeup. 
Surprisingly, he’s not as vocal as he normally is, as the setter can only seem to pant heavily along with his deep strokes. If you could see him properly, you’d find his focus fixed on where you two connect, where your ass and his hips create a loud noise on impact, where you mix your arousal, more than enough for lubrication. 
It’s lewd enough to have him fill you up with his load, and the extra warmth has you following him with your own orgasm. If the setter’s arm wasn’t around you, your body would have toppled down onto the mattress from the tidal wave of your high, legs trembling from such a sensation. 
“Shit!” Atsumu heaves, body stiff against yours. “That’s it, baby.”
The last thing you vaguely see is Sakusa before your frame flops onto the bed, gasping for oxygen. You feel the faux-blonde slide out of you, making you groan as you twitch from the loss. A coherent thought has yet to make its way into your head, though you barely catch the mattress tipping and rising as your lovers move around to prepare to clean up. 
You’re not sure how long it took you to calm down, just that a large, calloused hand rubbed your back while a soft voice uttered praise, a familiar accent pulling at the corners of your lips. A fluffy material touches your skin, and you shiver from sensitivity as it wipes away as much of the cum oozing out of your spent cunt. You hear a whispered apology with every one of your physical reactions, but the other touches from your lovers keep you calm during the process. 
It’s such a shame the bliss is cut short, though, as you seem to recall your time limit. Jolting up, you snap your head to the alarm clock.
“Shit!” you gasp as you read the numbers. You rapidly push yourself off the mattress, quick to grab your dress from its resting spot. “Shitshitshitshitshit—”
Your reflection silences you as you catch yourself in the mirror. The subtle makeup you sported for work would’ve been fine for tonight’s occasion had it not been completely ruined from your tears’ abuse. The burgundy lipstick is mostly on parts of your face where it shouldn’t be, along with your mascara and eyeshadow. Hell, it’s all destroyed: you’ve seen final girls in horror films more presentable than you.
A low whistle catches your attention—Atsumu stands behind you, admiring his reflection. (How you didn’t notice him sooner, you have no idea.) Some of your lipstick is smeared across his mouth from your mini makeout session; he smirks before wiping the mess off with the back of his hand.
“Say what ya’ will about Omi-Omi’s piss-poor attitude,” he chuckles, “he’s got good taste. This colour suits us both, don’tcha think?”
“I heard that,” said lover grumbles as he enters the room. When did he leave? “The bath’s ready for you, dear.”
His gaze softens upon landing on your wrecked form. Your eyes don’t return the love, instead staring at him incredulously. 
“How can you two be so calm?” Your exasperation is evident in your voice as you rapidly try to fix your hair. “We’re late.”
Your lovers share a look before nodding. Hoisting you over his shoulder, Atsumu then strides out of the room, following his teammate as you slap his back, barking at them to put you down and how they promised they’d help you get ready and not be late.
Sakusa hums as you all enter the bathroom. “We said we’d help you relax. I don’t recall ever truly agreeing to finish before we need to leave.”
Your expression falls into one of hopelessness as Atsumu snickers, gently settling you down. Water fills the tub, bubbles decorating the outline as the scent of vanilla reaches your nose. Your body immediately relaxes at the familiarity, though you’re still on edge. 
“But…” Words fail you, and you hate it. “Tonight… the—”
“Don’t worry,” the setter waves off dismissively as he gets some makeup wipes. “I’ll call to cancel.” He offers a grin for good measure, softly removing the mess from your face the best he can. “Tell ‘em an emergency came up. Not like they’re gonna investigate us.”
Sakusa nods in agreement as he removes his clothes. Once he’s fully nude (and you get an eyeful), he carefully steps into the tub before bringing his arms out to you. With no more energy to argue, you take his hands, letting him assist you while the faux-blonde momentarily leaves the room. 
With you nestled in the water between the ravenette’s long legs and leaning against his chest, you’re certain you could fall asleep at any moment. Soft kisses trickle onto your shoulder, tickling the skin there and making you squirm. 
“He’s right, you know,” Sakusa mutters against you. “We’re just trying to take care of you. You shouldn’t force yourself to do something you obviously don’t have the energy for.”
You smile fondly down at the water, then snicker. “You sure this isn’t just an excuse to avoid being near a crowd, Omi? It’s a pretty popular restaurant, after all. Tough to even get a reservation.”
He scoffs, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You refrain from teasing him any further when your other lover reenters the bathroom, his phone held up to his ear. His gaze meets yours, making his lips curl upwards before he ends the call.
“All settled,” he grins, walking closer to you. “See? Not that big of a deal.”
You don’t get to retort, not when your stomach grumbles. You copy the sound with your throat in annoyance, and Atsumu chuckles as your face grows warm.
“We can order food once we’re cleaned up,” the wing spiker suggests. “Whatever you want.”
“I can call ‘Samu,” the faux-blonde adds, ready to open his phone again.
“Leave him alone,” you sigh, gently grabbing onto his wrist. “Can’t keep going to him for food, ‘Tsumu.”
“What? Just helpin’ ma’ twin’s business. ‘Sides, yer his favourite customer.”
You tiredly pout at the smug undertone, though that doesn’t stop your lovers from looking at you in adoration. While Sakusa holds you close, the setter gently pinches your cheek with a smile. 
Even with some of your energy back, it’s nice seeing you give yourself a break. Your shoulders relax, your body far less tense as you seemingly melt in the ravenette’s arms. When was the last time you gave some time to yourself? Even at night, when you should be resting, you find your dreams consumed with a workload that’s yet to come. 
For now, though, you’re safe. You’d have loved to get all dressed up to spend the evening with your lovers, but you suppose you understand why keeping you home was necessary. You’re not as alert, but your surroundings are clear. 
It’s when Atsumu joins you in the tub do your remaining anxieties dissolve into the water. A successful bomb defusion, where the rapid ticking of your heart ceases and leaves a rhythm of delicacy in its wake. 
You breathe.
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bbyquokka · 8 months
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Lix looked really handsome in his YouTube live. I can imagine he’s on video call with his gf and she can’t help but compliment him like every second and he’s left all flustered 🥰
you're so beautiful, it hurts
FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI
warning: gender neutral reader, idol au, pet names, semi proof read, a lot of fluff ;-; words: 0.6k ~ (636)
dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
“and then jisung thought it would be funny to tease changbin by stealing his food and we all know how that went.” felix laughs as he thinks back to the events that happened several hours ago.
you smile and nod as you listen to him. felix laughing and smiling so brightly it blinds you from your phone screen. he did a YouTube live a few minutes ago and saw your comment of “i miss you :(” resulting in him instantly calling you as soon as the live ended.
being away from one another is painful but it's part of the job. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you and felix became a couple. some days it's easy, some days it's hard but it's all part of the process. the reward of seeing your lover after months apart is a reward you love.
when you and felix are together, the memories you both create are worth the time apart. you both stick together like glue when felix's schedule is calm.
“changbin was not happy about that and jisung being, well, jisung was just laughing and being a menace.” felix pauses to laugh before continuing, “and then chan came in and everyone just went silent!!”
“sounds like fun baby. it's never a dull day with the members.” you giggle. he hums, nodding as he runs his fingers through his bright blue hair. his skin naked and showing off his freckled face. a white t-shirt and black jeans accommodate him. you can't help but swoon at the sight of him.
as felix continues to talk about the chaotic mess, you go off in a daydream. your eyes flicker and take in every detail of felix's face, loving the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles, how his voice deepens when talking naturally but rises up in pitch when talking about something that excites him or was exciting to him.
“you're so beautiful, lix.” you say without realising, the words slipping from your lips like butter. he halts mid-sentence, clearing his throat as his cheeks and neck slowly heat up.
“no. no i'm not ” he whispers, looking at his lap. you furrow your brows as you tilt your head to the side.
“yes, you are and nothing you say can make me change my opinion. you're beautiful lix and i'm not just talking about the way you look.”
“what so you mean, yn?”
“your looks are just a bonus. you are a beautiful soul. the prettiest, most gorgeous man i've ever seen. you think about others before yourself, making sure the people you love are well cared for and needs have been met. which can have it's downfall because i sometimes wish you would put yourself first before others but i don't think that's possible with someone like you, lixie. you're my bright sunshine. you light up my life and you're just so gorgeous and beautiful and pretty an–”
“ok ok ok! stop yn! you're making me feel so incredibly shy!” felix whimpers, his cheeks now the same colour as a red apple. you giggle as he shuffles on his seat shyly, fingers twiddling and picking the material of his jeans.
“its true though! you're beautiful lix and you're very very handsome too.”
“ok ok, yn! seriously. just stoppp.” felix whines, his bottom lip pouting. you laugh and hold your hands up in defeat.
“ok sorry.” you grin, winking at him. “i just can't help myself when i'm in your presence!”
“you're a menace to my heart yn. i hope you know that.” you pretend to think for a minute, finger on chin before shrugging and giggling.
“oh i know but you love me.”
“you're damn right i do. i love you more than anyone and anything in this world, my beautiful menace.”
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Time for Tea
Fandom: Moon Knight
Ship: Steven Grant x reader (the other Moon Boys will turn up in later chapters)
Summary: A random encounter with a charming man in a local café leads you to embark on an adventure beyond your wildest dreams.
Chapter One: English Breakfast Tea
Word Count: 1,382.
Warnings: None for this chapter, except for fluff!
Author's Note: It's been a long minute since I've posted any fanfic but the Moon Boys have stolen my heart and I couldn't resist indulging. So yeah, this fic is very self-indulgent but hopefully you guys will enjoy it too!
While the first couple of chapters are going to be fairly fluffy, there will be mature content involved later on so minors, please, dni.
Feel free to reblog but please do not repost this work anywhere.
AO3 Link: here.
Tag List: @julieelliewrites, @nageill If you'd like to be added to the Tag List, feel free to message me/leave a comment!
English Breakfast Tea
English breakfast tea is a black tea blend usually described as full-bodied, robust, rich and blended to go well with milk and sugar, in a style traditionally associated with a hearty English breakfast.- Wikipedia
You sit in the café that’s close to your London flat. This place is special to you, your home away from home. From the charmingly mismatched furniture and crockery to the friendly staff who thankfully don’t mention you order the same thing every time you come in to the view of one of the quieter parts of central London. Coming to this place feels like an escape from the rest of the too-hectic-for-its-own-good world.
You have a steaming cup of English Breakfast tea sitting in front of you. You hold onto the cup with both hands, the warmth of it sinking through your hands, giving a little much-needed comfort after another long day at work. You watch the steam rise out of the cup as you pray for this one cup of tea to somehow fix all of your problems.
“Ahem, excuse me?”
You frown as you look up to see a man now standing in front of your table. He’s holding a cup of something hot in one hand. He has a mess of black curls on his head, deep brown puppy dog eyes and an apologetic smile. He’s wearing a patterned shirt that somehow clashes with itself, slacks, and a loose blue jacket. He has a brown leather satchel hanging from his shoulder.
“Sorry to disturb you. You look so deep in thought there! But all the other seats are taken. Do you mind if I sit with you? I promise I’ll keep quiet so you can go back to whatever it was you were thinkin’ about?”
There’s something charming about this guy - maybe because he was so polite or how his accent takes you off-guard but you can’t put your finger on why. So instead of grimacing and grunting your answer, like you would have done for anyone else, you manage a small smile and you nod towards the empty chair opposite you.
“Thanks, thanks a lot, I really appreciate it.” He puts down his cup on the table and takes a seat. He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a glasses case and a book on Ancient Egyptian mythology, multicoloured tabs sticking out in various places among its pages. He places both on the table next to his cup before putting the satchel down by his feet. He puts on his reading glasses, opens the book, and begins reading.
You realise you’ve been staring at him and that’s not polite so you go back to staring at your cup of tea. But after only a handful of moments, your eyes drift back to your new companion. He’s more fascinating than a cup of tea after all. His brow has become furrowed as he studies his book, his eyes looking larger through the lens of his reading glasses. His lips move as he reads and occasionally he nods at the book, as if he’s agreeing with what he’s reading. The corners of your mouth lift a little as you watch him. When he pauses to reach down to his satchel to grab some more of the multicoloured tabs to add to the latest page he’s read (you catch a glimpse of his varied collection of these tabs, all different colours and sizes), he notices you’ve been watching him.
“Oh,” he exclaims, his tanned cheeks colouring a little. “Have I got something on my face?” One of his hands goes to his face, wiping his cheek and over his mouth to remove anything that might have been lurking there. The other hand keeps hold of his place in the book.
“What? No! Sorry!” You can feel your cheeks heat up and your hands start to fidget with your cup of tea, turning the cup around on the spot. “It’s just- sorry- I didn’t mean to stare but your book- it looks fascinating.”
His deep brown eyes go wide and he glances at the book as if he didn’t realise it was there. He utters a laugh, his whole being relaxing with it. “Oh, my book! Yeah, well, it’s a great read, I must say. Fascinating in fact. Do you read too?” He puts the multi coloured tabs on the table, pulls off a blue one and puts it on the open page of the book to align with one particular line.
“I do but I’ve never used tabs like you’re doing. That’s taking the hobby to a whole new level,” you say.
He holds a finger on the page he has been reading as he regards you with his warm brown eyes. “You don’t use tabs?” He asks you as if this is the strangest thing he’s ever heard. His eyes have now gone wide, exaggerated through the lens of his glasses.
You shake your head in response, smiling at him. 
“You should!” He continues and he beams at you with a dazzling smile that makes your breath catch at the back of your throat. “It definitely helps when you’re studying the text, you know, trying to learn from it. So when you go back, later on I mean, and double-check something, it’s right there and you find it easily because you’ve already marked it, yeah?” His enthusiasm is infectious and you’re now making a mental note to find some of these tabs to use during your next reading session.
“Makes sense,” you say since he has paused to take a sip of his drink. Which reminds you you have your own to drink from. You take a sip to find your tea is now at the perfect drinking temperature.
“What-cha got there? Tea? What kind?” He asks as you lower your cup back down to the table.
“Yeah, tea. Just English Breakfast tea. Nothing too fancy.”
 “Yeah but sometimes ‘nothing too fancy’ is just what you need, innit?” The smile he gives you is as encouraging as his words. You find yourself smiling back at him.
“True but I should maybe try one of the other types at some point. I pretty much only ever order this type. I just wasn’t feeling very adventurous today.” Or any other day, you add internally. It’s something you’ve wanted to work on about yourself for a long time now but whenever the time comes, you shy away from the opportunity and stick to the tried and true comforts. There isn’t much wrong with that, sticking to the familiar, but you can’t help but feel you’re stuck in a rut because of it.
“I can recommend you one to try? For when you’re feeling a little more adventurous? The Assam tea here is very nice. It can be a little on the strong side but bold flavour can be just what you need, yeah?”
You’re about to offer your thanks for his recommendation when his eyes go wide. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. He frowns and mutters something under his breath. You don’t quite catch what he says but you put it together that he said something along the lines of: “Marc, what have you done this time?”
“I’m really sorry, yeah, but I gotta go. Got some, uhm, yeah, family drama I guess? To deal with.” He packs away his phone, his book, his glasses and tabs back into his satchel. He gets up from his seat and hoists his satchel strap onto his shoulder. He picks up his cup and gives you another apologetic looking smile, much like the first one he gave you only a few minutes ago. “It’s been really lovely chatting with you.”
“Likewise. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them and you resist the urge to cringe at yourself. Your heart literally skips a beat at his response though.
“I hope so.”  
With that he heads off, stopping at the bar to get his drink transferred into a take-away cup. When he reaches the door, he looks back at you and gives you a small wave with his free hand. Then he’s gone.
And as crazy it seems, you already miss him.
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Chocolate-Banana Smoothie
Masterpost || Stranger Things Masterlist
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N is having a crummy shift at the Smoothie Groove, a smoothie shop in Starcourt Mall. She takes out her built up frustration on the next customer to come through their doors, only to realise to late that it was Hawkins High’s former king..
Notes/Anything Else: This is a repost for the third time because I’ve given up on trying to make writing only blogs, so now have them on my main ! Slight CW for more ~Spicy~ thoughts for Y/N. Bro re-reading this makes me cringe so freaking much lmao, but hey, it’s not to bad
Growing up in Hawkins isn’t easy, specially when your family hasn’t got the biggest of bank going around. 
That’s why you picked up a job at the Starcourt mall, freshly opened in Hawkins, the next big thing to keep the town from becoming the poor, hell hole your family keeps saying it will.
It’s a Wednesday afternoon, middle of the summer holidays and you’re serving up smoothies one after the other. 
The blonde girl “Layla ?” you think her name is, is currently chatting up an another man, around his late 20’s, while you mangle everything around the place. It’s pointless, really, Layla’s already gotten down two buttons on her uniform and the man is barely keeping focus on what she’s saying. Why bother?
Over frustration, hearing another “ding!” from the front door made your eye twitch harshly. You walk to the front counter and pick up your order notebook without looking at the customer.
“Welcome to Smoothie Groove, where all your groovy combinations become a reality. Unless you’re the 10th person today asking for a banana and chocolate large combo, that shit isn’t even good!”
You start off as usual, but you break the happy-go lucky mechanical greeting when the day catches up to you. As well as a killer headache. Your mind fuzzed and you just want to go back home and sleep.
“… I wasn’t planning on it..?”
You looked up, eye wide and pupils small, as you take in that voice.
That voice, the one you hear in Mr Natwholey geography class, laughing in the back with his friends. The one you hear in the hallway shouting on a walkie-talkie to some kids.
Mr Steve Harrington, the once king of Hawkins, had a usual look of alluring smugness on his bright face. Not at this moment. No, his freckled face has been startled and his eyes had gone wide with a half surprise smirk to top it off.
“Oh, shit. Um, so sorry sir. I’m not in the best mood today.. what could I get you?” You try and fix the awkward mess you created, the pride you have left is shrinking ever so slightly while doing so.
Steve scans your face, silently, giving an eyebrow raise before turning his attention to the Smoothie Groove menu above the counter. Coloured creamy white and a sickly, sugary sweet pink, a colour you are sick at seeing. 
He takes his time with choosing, his eyes scanning from left to right and vice versa. Every so often he’ll stop at a spot and look at it for a moment before continuing down the rows of the basic menu.
You take this time and covertly move your eyes down. ‘Nothing creepy!’ You tell yourself. It’s just that his harsh blue and white sailor uniform sticks out like a sore thumb, specially in the creamy white & sickly pink set up you have going on for yourself. 
Your eyes stop at his blue shorts, you can just see the skin part, without moving forward and bending your head down. Your mind thinks back to the longing stares you gave him geography, or the quick glances in the halls. You feel yourself getting hotter, pulling at the hems of your shirt. Why can’t he just take it-
“I’ve made up my mind.” He says. You snap your head back up, clenching your notebook like your god damn life depends on it. You pull your lips into a strained, yet polite, smile.
“Alright sir, what will it be?” You ask, your voice honeyed over, hoping your cheeks aren’t the same colour of your, honestly, tacky uniform. Your heart is beating faster, as if it’ll burst out of chest like the alien did in, well, Alien.
Scanning Steve’s face, your desperate for any sign that he didn’t notice. Your hope fading though. He just had a smile, showing all his teeth. He’s eyes are underlined with something else, not just a polite look.
“One small strawberry shortcake, extra white chocolate, two medium peachy-cherries & I’ll get a banana chocolate. If that’s alright.” His voice was content, keeping that toothy smile, that you’re having so many mixed feelings with.
Your eye twitched as your wrote down the order. Chewing the inside your cheek to stop yourself from making a snapping complaint. Settle on passive aggressive instead.
“You can’t make anything easy, Steve Harrington?”
“Hey, it’s a good combo Y/N L/N. Why do you think people get it often?” 
You roll your eyes as Steve pulls out his wallet. You finish writing down the order, your face burning.
“That’ll be $17.50. Card or cash?” You rip the paper from the others and put the pen and notepad down.
“Cash… this should be good.” Steve hands you the bills and some coins. You stretch out your hand to take them, in turn making contact with his fingers for a split second. You can tell just how soft they are by a slight touch.
“I’ll be back in two shakes with your order.” You gleefully pull a soft smile on, as you turn and head to the kitchen in the back. Putting on your best acting you can muster before crumbling to pieces.
“I’ll be counting on it!” You hear him call, that smile being present in every word.
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You return 5 minutes later. All the drinks on a cardboard tray as you use your hip to open the door.
“Order for Steve!” You call as you make your way back to the register. 
When you look up, you meet the same brown eyes as before, getting closer as Steve strides his legs towards you. 
Your heart is beating fast. You can’t help but watch his hair bounce softly and his neckerchief outlining his chest. ‘More than intended’ you think to yourself. You straighten yourself out, drinks in hand.
Steve steps up to the counter and looks at your face for a moment, his face turns delighted as he stares at you a little longer than 2 seconds. His gaze making you panic slightly. ‘Is it obvious?’
He blinks and turns to look down at the four smoothies he ordered.
“These look great.” He takes the banana chocolate, from the top left of the cardboard, and uses his other hand to hold the platter of drinks. The joy in his voice makes you giddy.
Steve takes a sip of his banana-choc combo, you watch as his adam’s apple goes up and down at every gulp. He softly gasped as he took his mouth of the straw and eyes the drink, putting it straight to his face.
“This is why people are getting the banana chocolate, it’s so good!” He takes another sip. When he took his mouth off the straw again, he made a pop.
“Made by a good looking smoothie worker as well.” Steve conducted, his face coy as he turned to walk out. You stop in your tracks, putting your arms out onto the counter to keep you steady.
“Meet me at Scoops Ahoy! Anytime!” He calls as he pushes the door with his side, walking out as the bell at the top dinged.
You’re a hot, blushing mess. Not only did Steve, fucking, Harrington told you to meet him at any time, but he could you good looking. You bite your lip as you turn and head to the kitchen and or break room.
‘Maybe banana chocolate isn’t as bad as I thought..’
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Hi, I'll send through a 'fake title' for your game.
Smut+ Hongjoong+ You're mine, no one can see you like this but me.
Can't wait xx
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞.
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➵ Pairing : Hongjoong X Fem!Reader
➵ Genre : Smut
➵ W.C : 1066
➵ Warnings : Virgin!Reader, Praise, Marking, Degradation, Corruption kink, No mentions of protection, Brief nipple play, Dumbification, Possessiveness.
➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI. Sorry for the long wait!
© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form
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Hongjoong shushed you quietly as he entered you slowly, rubbing your thigh when you cried out from such a stretch. He pouted his lips at you as you whimpered in his grasp, leaning up so you could cling to him. He chuckled lightly at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a small smirk.
“You’re doing so well for me, Princess. Taking my cock so well. Still green?”
Your eyes were watery as you nodded at him, lips parted slightly as you tried not to move too much. You had never felt so full before. Cooing at you almost teasingly, Hongjoong stroked a few hairs out of your face, leaning down to nuzzle your neck and nip lightly at it. Your hands quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer when he easily found your sweet spot. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he definitely knew just how to push the right buttons. Pressing a kiss to the skin before your ear, his tone was sultry as he whispered into it.
“Tell me when.”
Gulping, you let out a weak ‘yes’ before reaching out for Hongjoong, interlocking fingers while he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. Having him inside of you was like nothing you’d ever felt before, even though the male was extremely talented with his fingers. It was definitely a weird feeling, nothing close to what you had actually expected it to be like. It was definitely an addictive one however, as not long after he’d entered you, you were already nodding at Hongjoong.
“I-… I think I’m r-ready.”
Letting out a hum at your words, Hongjoong adjusted his grip on your hip, his touch firm but not too rough. He pulled himself back a little before thrusting in once again, letting out a pleasured sigh while you shuddered underneath him. Your grip on his hand tightened but before he could question your reaction, you let out a small breath.
“Please Joong.. more..”
The sweet whine in your voice almost made the male shiver, the thought of him being the first to see you like this, quivering for the first time on a cock, it sent his brain into overdrive. He’d stolen something from you, stolen something he’d never be able to return, something that you would always remember forever. He was your first, and he will always be your first.
Such thoughts swirled in Hongjoong’s brain as he set a slow pace, basking in the thought that with every thrust he was corrupting that pure innocence of yours. He had slowly been breaking it down since you’d met, one step at a time, but now it had come crumbling to the ground. As did his resolve.
“God, it’s your first time, yet you’re already a cockhungry whore. I bet my dick is the only thing your stupid little brain has thought about for months.”
Hongjoong’s sudden change had left you dumbfounded, thought his thrusts might’ve also been to blame for that. His words made your head swim, even more than his praise from before. When you didn’t reply however, Hongjoong grabbed you by the chin.
“Colour?”
“G-Green.”
Hongjoong’s grip tightened, the male scoffing when you simply whimpered.
“Of course you are, you dirty little slut.”
Tutting, he let go of your chin so his hand could roam over your body, feeling every single goosebump as his thrusts slightly picked up the pace. Although they weren’t the most powerful ever, he still had your body jolting with each connection, your tummy a whirling mess. When Hongjoong tweaked your nipple, you let out a pleasured mewl, only earning a condescending smile from him.
“See? You’re as dirty as me deep down. I made you like this, made you into my perfect little painslut.”
All you could do was nod at his words, whatever you tried to say coming out as an unintelligible mess. It pleased Hongjoong to see you like this, especially since he’s the first one to ever make you feel this way. When the pleasure almost started to feel too much, the heat pooling in your stomach, you clenched around Hongjoong before closing your eyes, desperately clinging to him. He understood what your actions meant and snapped his hips into you quicker, his thrusts almost haphazard yet still making you see stars. Hongjoong harshly pressed his lips against yours, pulling you into a messy, heated kiss while you moaned onto his mouth.
“Joongie! Oh my g-god! I feel- I- Joong!”
Hongjoong pulled away just as you orgasmed, eyes screwed tight as a plethora of moans fell from your lips. It was all he needed to tip over the edge himself, face buried in your neck as he spilled into you. The sensation of his hot cum filling you was a weird yet surprisingly pleasant one, your body shaking slightly as Hongjoong huffed above you. When he’d finally rode out his high you opened your eyes, now only just feeling the tears on your cheeks. Both of your chests were heaving but a happy grin was on Hongjoong’s face, his hand falling to your stomach as he still rested inside you.
“You’re mine. No one can see you like this but me, right princess?”
You nodded dutifully, earning a kiss from the male. Whining quietly when Hongjoong pulled out of you, you brought a smile to the male’s face yet again. As soon as he flopped down next to you, Hongjoong pulled you close, stroking your hair delicately while he pressed small kisses onto your back.
“Did you like it?”
You let out a tired hum of agreement, pulling the hand that was brushing your hair down to your stomach. Chuckling, Hongjoong encircled your waist with his arm, pulling you flush against his chest. Your eyes were already starting to droop as you pressed a sleepy kiss to Hongjoong’s arm, turning to peck his lips too before speaking up.
“You’ve got yourself into quite the predicament, Kim Hongjoong.”
Raising an eyebrow at you, a small smirk played on the male’s lips.
“Oh really? How?”
You smirked back at him, some of your drowsiness dissipating.
“Well, now that I’ve had a taste of it, I think I’ve become addicted.”
Lust began to pool in Hongjoong’s eyes, his hand starting to snake dangerously low.
“Don’t worry Princess, I’ll satisfy that addiction of yours any time you’d like.”
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my god my first sims 4 cc???
I wanted some very specific type of aesthetic art for a build I was doing so I made these, featuring very cool collages from Eric Weidner's Project Collage in 30 swatches!
Previews, more info and download below the cut. Requires Bowling Stuff!
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These are generally Vaporwave themed but have a mix of more geometric and 80's-ish stuff, everything that would fit comfortably in any retro-style arcade or diner.
I used EA's 'Pin-Up Art' mesh for these, so they are BIG and fit well on big walls (med + tall), but scale down super nicely.
Known Issues + Requirements: As aforementioned, requires Bowling Stuff (sorry :c). They are also backlit, due to the nature of the original Mesh, so they will remain lit up in dark rooms.
I spent a lot of time messing around with the lighting settings on these, concluding I preferred the backlighting but I removed the actual ambient light that was present with the original object since it wasn't colour adjustable. So while these light up in dark rooms, it's not super strong and won't affect actual room lighting.
Download Here: SFS (free!)
Credits: Mesh by EA, Recolour/Alterations by Kery-Sims Artwork by Eric Weidner 🔗 instagram.com/seth_startix 🔗 project-collage.tumblr.com 🔗 society6.com/project-collage
T.O.U. Do not repost without credit and do not remove the artist's credit. Do not reupload to paywall sites! You may use the mesh as a base for your own stuff (it's EA's anyway with some pretty minor alterations). Have fun!
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(not) Okay
Stranger Things | Steddie | One-shot, Hurt/Comfort | 960
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@ wednesday-the-lover 2023, do not repost, modify or translate my work, carrd link
summary: Steve vists Eddie in the hospital, yearning ensues<3
requests/inspo: 'i just wanted to make sure you're okay.'
warnings: Wounds, swearing, mild sexual humour
a/n: ooooh the pressure, first fic posted on this account /hj
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Okay was probably the last word Eddie Munson would use to describe his situation right now. He was hooked up to a bunch of wires and machines he didn’t even know the names of, his stomach hurt like a bitch and he was handcuffed to his hospital bed, and not in a fun way. A cop had been stationed at his door since he’d arrived, and how he’d arrived? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was throbbing pain, demobats and blacking out in Dustin’s arms. 
“Hey, would you just let me through, man?” The sound of a scuffle sounded outside, it sounded like someone had been pushed against his door. 
“Only close relatives can go in at this time, sir,” the police officer said tiredly. 
“Would you just-”
“God, just let him in?” Eddie called out to the two. 
“Sorry sir, that’s not allowed,” the officer called back. 
“You have my permission, man, give him a break.”
“It’s protocol, sir. An permission from a murderer isn’t exactly reassuring.”
“SUSPECTED!” The voice on the other side yelled. “Suspected murderer.”
“Harrington,” Eddie muttered under his breath. “Sorry about that officer,” Eddie raised his voice again. “My uncle must have forgotten to tell you, he wanted to send Steve in to check up on me while he’s at work. He misses the visiting hours sometimes.”
“Is this true, sir?” 
“Yeah, yeah that’s true,” the panic sapped out of Steve’s voice.
The officer was silent for a few moments, “I suppose I could give you a few minutes.” 
There was a click as the door unlocked and a creak when it opened, and there stood the man himself - Steve Harrington. His hair was ruffled, greasy and unkempt - which was strange considering the amount of pride he took in it - and his outfit was far from his normal style; a black sweatshirt and dark grey jeans. To put it nicely, he was a mess. 
“What’s up, man?” Eddie was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled over the hospital room. 
“I… uh, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he shuffled awkwardly, eyeing the camera in the corner of the hospital room. 
“Never better!” The curly-haired man replied sarcastically. 
“What’s with those?” Steve motioned to the handcuffs that tied Eddie down to the bed. 
“Oh these?” Eddie shook his hands a little, making the metal clang against the bed frame. “I’m a felon, Harrington, they’re not exactly gonna let me run free. Just wish I was wearing them under better circumstances,” he lusted jokingly. 
“Keep it in your pants, Munson,” Steve dragged a plastic chair from the side of the room over to the bed. “So…” 
“So?”
The two held eye contact for a few drawn-out moments. Eddie’s mind went blank, focused on every detail of the eyes of the man in front of him. The intricate lines, the peanut brown colour with a ghostly pale green tinge to it, the way he squinted under the harsh hospital lighting. Eddie’s eyes darted around the room, looking for something else to focus on, the flutter of butterflies in his torn-up stomach filling him with anxious dread. 
“So, what have you been up to, man?” The bed-ridden boy asked blandly. 
“Oh, um, not much really,” Steve’s gaze turned to the floor. “Just helping out around town, lots of people are homeless from the, uh.. Earthquake.”
“That’s sweet man, that’s… real good of ya.” 
“Is it bad?” Steve cut to the chase, his eyes looking up at Eddie’s and then down to the man’s bandaged stomach, loosely covered by a black singlet. 
“Wish I knew,” he sighed. “Hurts like hell, but I haven’t seen it since.. Well, I haven’t seen it at all, really.” 
Steve scooted forward, his hands hovering over Eddie’s hips at the hem of his singlet, “May I?” 
“By all means.” 
Eddie’s heart jolted when he felt Steve’s fingers brush against his hips and lift up his shirt, folding it up over his chest. His fingertips traced over the bandages, finding the spot where the nurses had tucked in the end to stop it from unraveling and tugging it out, slowly undoing the bandage. He slid his hand under Eddie’s back and lifted him slightly, pulling the bandage out from underneath him and finally lifting up the bloodied dressing to reveal two large, nasty gashes. Steve’s mouth opened slightly, speechless.
“There’s some around my chest too, I can feel it,” Eddie stared up at the roof as he felt Steve lift his shirt a little more, tracing over the bandages there too but not removing them. 
Steve was silent as he took in the extent of Eddie’s wounds. Shallow scrapes on his face, paired with deeper ones that trickled down his neck, more scrapes and gashes over his arms, whatever the hell had happened to his chest and the two deep gashes on his stomach, plus whatever else there might be over the rest of his body. All the wounds still looked bloodied and wet, despite the few days since the incident.  
“Jesus christ…” Steve’s fingers ghosted over the wounds, not daring to touch them, just observing.
“Yeah,” Eddie bitterly stared up at the roof. “Not too hot now, huh?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Steve said absent-mindedly. 
Eddie quietly examined Steve’s face to see if he was joking, but there was no lie in the man’s concentrated expression. Eddie’s heart softened a little, surprised that his childhood enemy was now turning into, well… something else. Steve’s hand landed on the bed, inches away from Eddie’s waist as the injured boy sucked in air fast, wishing Steve would move his hand even a centimeter closer. Maybe if he did, the boys would both feel a little more okay.
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A different point of view
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Due to complications with trying to transfer my fics from blog to another, I need to repost them. Sorry to everyone who has read and reblogged previously.
Summary: “I had begun this little venture as a simple test, one that you had been more than happy to… ahem, assist me with. I wanted to see whether my little creation was as good as the shop bought ones, and how long I could edge you until you couldn't take any more.”
Tech x AFAB!reader, from Tech’s point of view.
Contains bondage, oral fem!receiving, Tech being adorable.
As with everything on this blog, this is strictly over 18’s only. Minors DNI
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The sun is setting over the city of Theed, casting different colours into the sky. It is simply the light from the parent star, refracting through the planet's atmosphere at just the right angle and split by the various elements that make up said atmosphere. But, I must admit that it makes for a wondrous sight.
"Mmm!"
Speaking of wondrous sights…
I turn from the window to regard you, lying upon the hotel bed, bound by your wrists and ankles to the frame, gagged and writhing against the little toy strapped to your clitoris. I can hear it vibrating against you. I chuckle, approaching the bed and slowly running my fingers over your naked and squirming body. There's a sheen of sweat already gleaming on your skin, your folds so wet they're glistening. Your wide eyes watch my every move, eyebrows pinched and chest rising and falling rapidly. I play my fingers over my vambrace, switching up the vibrations. Your reaction is immediate, arching off the bed with a gagged cry, eyes clamped shut and head thrown back.
"Mm!" I dial back the vibrations before you fall over the precipice. You collapse back with a whimper.
"Beautiful, cyar'ika." I trail my fingers along your trembling form. It is such a marvel: how a person's biochemistry can turn them into a whimpering, writhing, vulnerable mess. The right mix of endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine, adrenaline and a myriad of other hormones, all causing such wonderful havoc .
I watch you as you shift and tremble on the bed, eyes fixed on my fingers as they hover over my vambrace. What is going through your mind? Oh, I think I can successfully deduce your current train of thought.
You're wondering what is next. What do I have in store for you? Am I going to continue to toy with you? Or will I finally bring you to completion?
I have to say, I am not altogether certain myself.
I had begun this little venture as a simple test, one that you had been more than happy to… ahem, assist me with. I wanted to see whether my little creation was as good as the shop bought ones, and how long I could edge you until you couldn't take any more.
I wonder if you are regretting your decision to participate now.
"How much more do you think you can take?" You mumble behind your gag, shaking your head. I watch a stray tear as it slips down your cheek. I dial the vibrations back to their bare minimum, a little concerned by your reaction. I pull the gag from your mouth and watch as you lick your lips.
"Are you alright, cyare? Do you wish to stop?" You shake your head.
"No! No, please don't stop!" I reach out and stroke the tear trail.
"But you are crying. Is it too much?"
"No. Please, just… I need to come. Please, I need to come." Ah, I see. They are tears of desperation, not pain. Well, I have had you like this for a while. Almost an hour, judging by the chrono. I suppose you have earned a little reward.
And, truth be told, I am not certain of how much more I can take. I have been ignoring my own physiological response to your reactions, but now it is becoming less than bearable.
I stop the vibrations altogether, much to your apparent disapproval, judging by your protests.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to come. Please." I stroke down your straining body.
"How do you want to come?" You blink up at me, dazed and confused. Perhaps I should be more direct?
"What do you want me to do to you in order to achieve your orgasm?" Oh, perhaps that was too direct? You are blushing furiously.
"Please, sir. Fuck me." Ah, now that is interesting, the sudden burst of arousal that shot through me at the 'sir'. That is something to be looked into later.
I smile down at you, stroking your cheek again before stepping back, stripping out of my armour and blacks. You are looking at my groin, no doubt at the prominent erection. You lick your lips, perhaps remembering the taste of me. I know how much you enjoy engaging me in fellatio. Just as much as I enjoy performing cunnilingous on you.
And with how wet you are, I'm extremely tempted to taste you.
I climb onto the bed, knees either side of your hips, and lean down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Our tongues dance as we exchange saliva, the pressure building in my groin.
You are such a wonderful kisser.
We break apart and I move down your body, kissing everywhere I know you are sensitive. Your neck, your cleavage, your areolae and nipples. I pay particular attention to those, nipping and suckling until you are squirming and panting. I move down, kissing and licking your belly, glancing up your body when I feel your eyes on me and hear you moan my name. I feel my penis twitch, as it always does when you say my name in that manner.
"Yes, cyar'ika?" I ask, feeling playful.
"Please stop teasing me." I can't help but chuckle.
"Very well." I clamber over your legs and lay between them, unclipping and removing the vibrator attached to you. The smell of your arousal almost shuts down even my exceptional mind.
"Are you ready, darling?" I ask as I part your labia with my fingers. They're so slick that it is difficult to keep a hold on them. But that shall not matter shortly.
"Yes, please…" you respond with a nod. I smile, and begin.
I draw my tongue over your swollen outer lips, tasting the sweetness of your natural lubrication. You groan and whine as I slowly circle inwards, lapping at your inner lips and ignoring where you want me most. I watch you as you arch off the bed as best as you can while restrained.
"Please, Tech, please," you plead breathlessly. I probe my tongue against your opening, chasing more of your slick. And then I shift, groaning when my erection drags along the throw of the bed, and apply my skills to your clitoris. You draw in a shaking breath and arch , straining against your restraints. The pressure in my groin builds when you do, but I largely ignore it in favour of, what is the vernacular? Eating you out?
I lap and suck at the little bundle of nerves, and push a finger into you. I crook it at just the right angle, searching for a particular spot that… aha, there it is, if your cry for more is anything to go by. I rub against the spongy area while I lap at your clitoris. Your breathing has changed, becoming harsher, and you're tensing so much that you are trembling.
"Oh, oh Tech! I'm coming. Tech, I'm coming!" I pull away just enough to speak.
"Come for me, mesh'la." And then go right back to licking you.
You rock against me, panting and gasping, until your orgasm crests and you arch off the bed with a strangled scream. You convulse around me, crying out and shaking as I lap up your release, my finger continuing to work against your g-spot, drawing out your orgasm as far as I can. I feel a certain swell of pride when I remember a confession you once made to me, that no one can make you come the way I can.
I finally stop my ministrations just as you are becoming overwhelmed, pulling away to watch you collapse against the bed. I wipe my mouth on my arm, and crawl up your body to kiss you. You groan at your taste on my tongue and lips, something I had thought of as unsanitary at first but you apparently enjoyed.
"Are you alright, darling?" You nod and smile tiredly. And then you look down when you feel me prodding against you. I constantly marvel at your refractory period, how you can be raring to go again at a moment's notice.
"Tech…" I reach up and free your wrists, and you immediately wrap your arms around me. I let you pull off my goggles and throw them down the bed, where they land with a clatter.
You drag me down onto you for a passionate kiss, and find myself unable to resist grinding against you. I am well aware that I am currently leaking pre-ejaculate, and can only imagine the trail I am leaving on your skin. That thought, somehow, only serves to dial up my current arousal.
"Tech… Tech, please… I need you." You're whispering against my lips, and I cannot help but tease you.
"You have me, darling." You shake your head.
"Inside me. I need you inside me… please." I am unwilling and unable to refuse your request, especially when you look up at me through half-lidded, smokey eyes. Oh, I do love your eyes. So expressive, even when you try to hide how you really feel. I can lose myself in them, in trying to decipher your every emotion and thought process.
"As you wish, ner cyar'ika." I shift until I am lying flush against you, my head nudging at your entrance. I kiss you once again, and slowly push in.
You gasp and arch into me as I steadily breach you, pausing at regular intervals to allow you time to accommodate me, until I am fully sheathed in your channel. I groan into your neck, trying to regain my composure. You are always so tight and warm and wet and… and… Words cannot describe how wonderfully exquisite you feel around me.
So utterly divine .
The epitome of perfection.
Huh, evidently words can describe just how perfect you are.
As if you and I are two pieces of a puzzle, or a well-crafted piston.
Yes, that analogy works well here.
Especially as I begin to thrust into you. Slowly at first, getting you used to me. And then steadily picking up speed and force, until you are gripping my shoulders and crying out my name into my ear.
I lift myself up, framing your head with my forearms. I lean down and kiss your sweat-soaked brow, your flushed cheeks, your panting mouth.
And then I decide that your panting is not enough.
Oh no, I'm going to make you scream.
I shift onto my knees, never leaving you, lifting your hips. I reposition myself and thrust into you, hard and deep, my hips slapping against your skin in such an obscene fashion that my arousal skyrockets faster than the Marauder exiting the atmosphere.
And that is fast.
"Oh, Tech!"
I watch as your eyes snap open, and then roll back as your mouth falls open in a cry as I apparently find the correct spot.
"Ah, there it is." I power into you, my glans rubbing against the spot. Again, and again, and again, with almost surgical precision.
"Oh Maker! Tech! Tech!" Your hands are clinging to my shoulders, your nails are breaking my skin, and then they are raking down my back. I pay the slight sting no mind.
"That's it cyare . That's it. Oh Gods, I'm not going to last." I can feel my arousal building to breaking point. I can feel myself getting ready to ejaculate. My orgasm is on the horizon and rapidly approaching, but I won't go without you. I reach between us, finding your clitoris and rubbing in time with my thrusts.
"I need you to come for me, darling." You arch and shout.
"Tech! Tech! Tech!" You're close, I can feel how tense you are.
"That's it. That's it. Let go. Come for me, mesh'la." And you do, screaming my name to the stars.
Your channel clamps down onto me, squeezing rhythmically with your orgasm, and I am not far behind you. I shout as the pleasure overflows, and I ejaculate.
You shudder under me, arms clamped around me like a snake. It seems to last an age, but in reality is only a few moments. I finally pull out of you and collapse at your side, pulling you with me, wrapping my arms around you.
We are both breathless from our exertions, and thoroughly sated. I draw mathematical symbols across your shoulders, though I cannot currently say what symbols they are.
I cannot shake the thought that there is something I have forgotten to do. It cannot be important if I have forgotten about it.
You hum as you come back to yourself, lifting your head groggily and smiling tiredly.
"Hello." I chuckle at your weakened, croaky voice, such a difference from recent events.
"Hello, darling. Alright?" You nod, resting your head on my shoulder.
"Better than alright. That was amazing." I smile.
"Outstanding."
"Fantastic."
"Magnificent."
"Exceptional."
"Meritorious."
"Atmospherical." I frown a little.
"I am not certain that applies here." You slap my arm playfully.
"Oh shut up. I don't have the vocabulary that you do, Mr Exceptional Mind ." You flash me a cheeky grin. I laugh and kiss the grin from your lips.
"Well, I believe that test was a success, wouldn't you say?" Your eyes twinkle with mischief.
"Maybe it merits further testing, just to be certain." Ah yes, a valid point.
"Hmm, yes. You may be correct. There are a great many variables to take into account." I kiss your sweaty, unruly hair. Perhaps we both need to clean up, as we are both in a bit of a mess.
"I suggest we shower, darling." I kiss you again and stand from the bed, stretching out my muscles. I turn back around, perplexed as to why you are still on the bed.
" Cyar'ika?"
"I can't shower with you, Tech." For once, your eyes do not betray your emotions, and your face is straight. I am immediately overcome with concern.
"Why? Are you alright? Have I hurt you? Are you in pain? I am sorry, darling. How can I make it better?" Why are you smiling like that?
"Tech, honey. I'm fine. But I physically can't shower with you. Because I physically cannot leave the bed." You look pointedly to the foot of the bed, giggling. I follow your gaze. Why can't you…
Oh.
Ah, yes. That would be a problem.
I had forgotten something, after all.
I had forgotten to release your ankles.
@kaminocasey @grinningnexu @nxctuaryninetythree @botherbother-blog @moonstrider9904
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Yumekuro • Adel (Rainbow-coloured Wedding Road) Moon Route Meister Story Translation Part 1/3
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(A/N): It is recommended to read the story with in-game voiced lines ! Beware of spoilers and enjoy reading ^_^
⚠️ STRICTLY NO REPOSTS !
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A Sense Of Accomplishments And Loneliness.
City of Machines, Woodman
The Cathedral.
The bride and groom exchanged their vows in the cathedral, and the attendees applauded generously.
Emma : So beautiful…
The bride who was wearing a beautiful wedding dress with rainbow elements decorated on its hem, had a smile on her face.
Emma : (It was a last minute adjustments, but I’m glad the rainbow-coloured bouquet blended perfectly with the dress, and I’m glad we decided to keep it that way.)
Emma : It’s a great success. I’m glad we made it until the end.
Adel : It's the thought that goes all the way back to the apprenticeship to be recognized for their efforts.
Adel : Craftsmen should speak only of their works. …The sight is our war achievements, you should be proud.
Emma : ! …Ah
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A parade through the streets of Woodman, and a reception. Everything was filled with happiness after the ceremony…
Emma : Not just the bride and groom, even the guests enjoyed the ceremony and I’m truly glad for that.
Adel : It’s a foregone conclusion.
Emma : (The wedding is over which means, I am no longer living together with Adel-san—)
Emma : (That’s… a little sad.)
Adel : What’s up? Don’t tell me you left something behind.
Emma : Nope, it’s nothing.
Adel : Alright. Then we’ll be leaving early.
Adel : The workroom is still messy. Before we leave the mansion, we need to pack some things up.
Emma : Ah! Please wait!
I caught to Adel-san in a hurry, who has turned his back as he was about to made his way home without hesitation.
Emma : The needles are over here and the laces are at…
I didn’t have many personal items to pack up, so I decided to lend a hand to help Adel-san clean up the workroom right after I quickly finished getting ready to leave.
Adel : Emma, we should arrange the dyes first.
Emma : It would be a catastrophe if we accidentally drop the bottles, I got it. I’ll get to it right after this.
Adel : Ah, please. Just leave the trousseau as it is since the bride’s representative will pick it up later.
I took a look around, the workroom was a mess as if to illustrate how busy it had been until yesterday.
Emma : (Eventhough I couldn’t keep up with the eating meals together and say our bedtime greetings rules, but he still ate the vegetable soup I made for him.)
Emma : (It’s a shame that it’s ending when I’m just getting used to all of this.)
Adel : …Oi.
Emma : Huh? Ah…. Sorry, I got distracted.
Adel : You look as dumbfounded as you were on our way back. Is there something bothering you?
Emma : Yes. But, it’s nothing serious to think too much about it.
Emma : (It’s very childish of me to get sad over leaving this kind of lifestyle, I can’t let Adel-san know about this.)
Adel : You’re still hesitating. If it bothers you enough for you to get distracted, you should just say it.
Adel : —Nevermind, I don’t have the right to force you like that.
Emma : Huh?
Adel : Yesterday, I didn’t tell you my answer to your question.
*flashbacks*
Emma : …? Um, did I say something funny?
Adel : It doesn’t. Just, how do I say it…
Adel : No, nevermind.
Adel : Perhaps it’s because I’m too tired to think straight, I’m having a hard time putting my thoughts in proper words. I’ll talk to you next time.
*flashback ends*
Adel : You told me something at that time. When you saw me doing my best, you couldn’t help not to lose either.
Emma : Yes, I did say that…
Adel : Until now, I thought it would be the same with or without me around.
Adel : But this time, the presence of you working hard elsewhere (even when I’m not around)… I can sense it.
Adel : When we first started living together, I had never thought I’d develop this kind of feeling ever.
When Adel-san spoke on his feelings in slightly a faltering manner, it made my heart jump a little.
Emma : Actually—
Before the words which came out unconsciously reached Adel-san, his meister board’s notification rang.
Adel : Volks…?
To be continued…
(A/N): If there are misspellings, mistranslations etc. please let me know and excuse me. 🙏
Next chapter : Moon Route Part 2
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omg could I request Aradiabot x Troll-Reader hcs?
Reader is a mutant-goldblood(blood color is a bright orange-yellow) Reader can also be genderneutral
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So so sorry for taking so long 🧪anon, but here's your hcs, if I intrpreted somthing wrong you can send another ask detailing what you want
Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post
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Aradiabot x Mutant-goldblood!Reader
As a mutant you preferred to keep to yourself, always keeping other trolls a safe distance away
neve really having that many friends and the ones you had you were cautious no to let them get too close
even the one that you didn't like to keep secrets from
Looking back now Aradia probably knew you were a mutant, or at least that you were different
now as Aradiabt she definitely knew, not that you needed to hide anymore
and that took a massive weight off your chest, you hated hiding things from her and finally telling her was a relie
even if the way she found out was less than pleasant
You were sloppy, dumb, naive, hopefull even, with the game a new start, a chance for a new home, a new future where you wouldn't need to fear being culled for just existing, you had so many expectations for this
but you didn't expect that a final boss level threat would've needed someting on your planet, much less that that thing would cross your path
you were bleeding, like, a lot
it's surprising that you weren't dead already, but that wouldn't matter anyways
you slowly dragged your trut pods alon an endless corridor, leaving a thick trail behind you
everything felt heavy, slow, cold
then everything turned black
You woke up in a strange place, a place way too bright for your tired eyes, you squinted and looked around
it looked like your resprite block but not quite, not to mention that it looked like someone spilled those toxic neon faygo flavours all over your stuff and stained it all that stupid nauseating colour
then you remembered, you were dying
quickly you jumped from your coon and looked for your wounds, but no bright orangish yellow stained your fronds, and you felt fine, no pain, your wounds gone, and being in a strange yet familiar place
you were dead! It had to be it, there's no other explanation, you died and you-
"there y0u are" your thoughts were interrupted by a robotic Aradia
ok.. maybe not dead but hallucinating? you think out loud
"y0u're n0t dead" she says matter of factly "n0r anywhere cl0se t0 it. this is y0ur dreaming m00n and that's y0ur dreaming b0dy, it is kind 0f an extra life. th0ugh it's better t0 try n0t t0 bleed 0ut again."
you panic, she saw your body, she knows you're a mutant, it -why- Why would she still be talking to you??
Aradiabot helps you sit down and grabs your attention, "i d0n't give a shit ab0ut the hem0spectrum, t0 me it has always been t0tal bullshit, s0 d0n't w0rry ab0ut it"
"and besides, y0u didn't care that i'm n0w a r0b0t, s0 why sh0uld i care ab0ut s0mething as dumb as y0ur bl00d c0l0r?"
oh, right
you were so caught up in the panic of dying and being discovered that you didn't even stop to think about her new look
you ask her if she's ok with it, to which she says she doesn't care much,
you then look her in the eyes and sas that if she's still her then why would you care
"and y0u're y0u, why w0uld i care ab0ut y0ur bl00d c0l0r?"
damnit, defeated by your own argument, you awkwardly laugh at the irony and asks her for a hug since you needed one, to which she complies
After that you finally allowed yourself to let people in and that made you and Aradiabot inseparable
completing missions and traversing the medium side by side
You helped her safely get rid of Equius' creepy love program he installed on her, which she gladly threw back at him
on his head, with force
It also wasn't all that uncommon for you to prank each other
you using your psionics to mess with her mechanical parts,
while she would retaliate going back or foward in time to set traps for you
But her time powers weren't all just for battles or to mess with you
she would sometimes jump back to before Alternia was destroyed to find you presents or snacks that you missed from your homeworld
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MATCH-UP FOR HAYLEY @atiny-kitty
— details ; obey me x female! reader ; match-up based ; obey me m.list ; she/her
— requests are open as of 28/8 —> 19 match-ups left + 1 head-cannon
— a/n ; tysm for requesting sorry it took this long 🥴 btw your eyes sound so pretty ?!?! like hazel green ? damnnnn
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tick tack toe i match you with … solomon !!
• maybe he’s a little scary to you at first with him being the only other human anddd he’s a wizard too.
• he’ll be a lot more interested in you although his intentions are more to study your abilities than to be your friend.
• but over time he grew extremely attached to you with the amount of time you guys spent together.
• both of you are pretty chill and being a menace when you guys feel like it.
• during hang outs with the brothers , the angels and the royals both of you just stand there and watch the commotion.
• honestly both of you judge the chaotic group , barbatos joins too.
• making stupid comments and jokes about how dumb the small argument mammon and asmo are causing yet again.
• solomon is effortlessly funny , these type of conversations have you both cackling in laughter at the corner.
• i know you love baking but god forbid this man from even being 7 feet away from the kitchen.
• but if you don’t mind him in the kitchen , please keep a close eye on him before he messes up your recipe.
• he’ll occasionally join you and levi to play video games , in the beginning he’s not that good at it because uhh he’s an old man.
• but after a few games he surprisingly gets really good at it sometimes even ending up beating levi.
• since you’re short , expect him to constantly make fun of you.
• using your head as an arm rest or teasing you when you have to tip toe to even reach his cheek. [ don’t worry he’ll stop if you don’t like it. ]
• he loves your coloured hair and if you dont mind , he would love to try out different hair colours on you.
• but on the bright side , he loves it when you call him to get something for you if it’s too high up.
• this makes him purposefully put some ingredients you usually use on the higher shelves. [ this little shit ]
• coffee dates are a usual.
• everyday before school solomon waits for you outside the gates of the house of lamentation.
• both of you walk to school with him ranting about any new experiments he did , he apologises for ranting but if you don’t mind it , he’ll smile so brightly and continue.
• both of you go to the usual cute cafe with plants and warm lighting.
• solomon buys you both coffee and bread for breakfast which you both enjoy while making your way to school.
MINI SCENARIO !!
“ hey i saw this new cafe on my way back from diavolos castle that day. do you want to take a detour to check it out ? “
solomon asked slowing down his pace for you to make a decision.
he subconsciously places a hand on your waist to guide you closer to him so as to not block the speed walking pedestrians.
“ sure , as long as they have good coffee i don’t mind. “
both of you made your way to the cafe , with solomons hand still on your waist since only he knows the way to the place. [ and he also likes the way your body presses against his ]
it was a cute modern styled cafe with a dark wood and brick aesthetic with hanging bats with fairy lights.
solomon orders your usual , he ordered whipped cream for his , and you both take a sip of the drink.
before you could give your comments on it , he takes a blob of whipped cream and wipes it on the tip of your nose.
he giggles when you make noise of shock.
the taller male quickly walks away backwards , in order to still keep an eye on you , in a faster speed than normal.
he knows you can’t keep up with him without running.
solomon enjoys the little fun he has before you catch up to him and throw him with insults.
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© 2022 cryptiles. please do not repost / translate my work and post it to other social media websites without permission , thank you.
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look at that, they’re communicating 
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luv-gin · 2 years
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PAINTED NAILS. chrollo lucilfer.
REQUEST. This is the first time i request something but Can you do Chrollo having his Nails painted because his girlfriend thinks is Hot? — @nanaminamikaze.
MASTERLIST.
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"hello, love." chrollo greeted as he walked into your room, his outer wear now discarded onto the empty couch placed in your room.
"hey, babe." you responded without looking at him as you were too busy with the procedure of painting your nails.
chrollo raised an eyebrow at your occupied state before dropping it and merely folding the arms of his sleeves as he plopped himself on the bed causing a whine to escape your lips.
"chrollo!" the man feigned innocence as you diverted your attention to him with furrowed eyebrows "you made me ruin it." you pouted as you showed him your finger that had nail polish covering it rather than solely your fingernail.
"sorry, darling." he says as he pulls you closer to press a kiss to your temple and you let out a huff as you get up to retrieve some nail polish remover.
once you had arrived to your vanity table, you turned with nail varnish in your hand to now look at your boyfriend who was focused on the book that was normally placed on the nightstand, now positioned in his hand and an idea popped into your brain.
you returned back to the comfort of your bed and reapplied a few layers of nail polish before resting ontop of chrollo chest with your arms raised in the air, fanning it in an attempt to dry it.
"that's a nice colour." chrollo comments as he finishes an important part of the book, attention now able to be divided and given to you and you smile at his words.
"you think so?" you asked as his free hand plays with your hair. he hums as an indication of a yes and you deem your nails dry enough as you sit up and look at him as you clutch onto his hand and inspect it.
"baby, can I paint your nails? you have very pretty hands."
chrollo cocks his head to the side as he allows himself to think causing you to look at him with puppy dog eyes and he was quick to give in.
"go ahead, sweetheart." a bright bright smile encased your features and you rummaged through your nail polish collection to pull out a dark coloured nail polish which compliment his style.
"ah-hah~" you let out as you held the small bottle in your hand as you wiggle it in front of your boyfriend.
"oh, we could match?" he gives you a charming smile and you nod as you pull one of his hands into your grasp.
"you're going to look even hotter than usual." his smile remains settled on his face as he continues skimming over the contents of the book as you focus on perfectly painting his nails.
once done with his left hand, you blow light air over the fingers before motioning for his other hand and chrollo follows along, placing the book back on the nightstand it was resting on before he picked it up.
chrollo took the opportunity to admire the way you looked so pretty sitting there painting his nails with a stray strand of hair falling out from its updo and your tongue poking ever the slightest out of your mouth as you focused on not messing up.
he remained still as you finished and blew on his fingers again and you let him retract his arms into himself to look at his hands.
"not bad, my dear."
"why, thank you, my love." you gave him a little curtsey as you now fully inspected him.
"you really do look hotter." you say as you took in his look. his white long short had its sleeves folded, revealing his muscular and veiny forearms, the top two buttons were undone and his hair was resting in a slightly ruffled look.
"I'm glad my outer appearance is to your liking." he playfully responds and you nudge him as you interlock your fingers with his.
"aww, it does match." you smile and he kisses your cheek in response.
"you're much too adorable."
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