random headcanon q’s
1. is your muse able to keep a secret?
2. is your muse skilled at using technology?
3. how skilled is your muse at communication?
4. who would your muse consider their best friend?
5. are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood?
6. what is something that ticks your muse off, no matter what?
7. what clothes does your muse feel most comfortable in? why?
8. how many fights has your muse been a part of? how did they fare?
9. does your muse have any nervous habits? (biting lip, fidgeting, etc.)
10. how often does your muse find themselves daydreaming? what about?
11. how often does your muse cry? do they cry silently, privately, or out in the open?
12. what is a lesson your muse’s parent(s)/guardian taught them that they still hold onto?
13. is your muse proficient at any musical instruments? how long did it take them to learn?
14. does your muse prefer cooler or warmer weather? how does the heat/cold affect them?
15. does your muse know how to cook? what is the most complicated dish they’re able to make?
16. is your muse argumentative? if not, what is a topic they feel strongly enough about to argue for?
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send me ‘ not just a scratch ‘ for your muse to catch mine trying to patch up a wound in secret…
send ‘ not just a scratch, reverse ‘ for my muse to catch yours
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it’s harder than you think. NO using google. every answer must start with the first letter of your muse’s name. / PLEASE REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Gallagher
𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 : Gromp Goldfish
𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Grant
𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Grace
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 : Gold
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 : Good Friday
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 : Glove
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Grape juice
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 : Garlic knots
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 : Granite countertop
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 : Greece
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 : Garage door malfunction
Tagged by: @healerkissed
Tagging: Whoever. If you want to do it and see it, feel free.
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@memoriacollectoris
Gallagher wasn't exactly one to rely on the stars. Yet he had went to visit a woman who went under the alias of ❛ Black Swan ❜. Someone who proclaimed she could divine the answers from the stars and dance along the memories of whoever was her client. He hadn't anything truly planned for the night, so why not visit?
Yet it's funny how just a mere whim can land someone in a rather heated tango with a beautiful woman. A pause as he dips her, a smirk upon his features.
❝ You know if you wanted to view my memories so badly, you just had to ask. I'm not one to really turn down a beautiful woman. ❞
After all... It would take a lot higher being to conceal the fact they were going through a hellhound's memories. It was a good try on her part to hide it – If she had been even trying to hide it to begin with.
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❝ Making a drink is a sensory skill. It's not just about mixing beverages. It's about mixing the experiences of life. ❞
Independent. Semi-selective. Gallagher of Honkai: Star Rail. || ©
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What the fuck is photoshop and can I fucking eat it?
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The disappointment is heard from the fact they're already almost there. That was fine. He had plans. Gallagher was curious about the fact she seemed so lost in thought... Just what was running through that pretty head of hers?
❝ Hey. After we eat, why don't we just go for a late night drive? It's going to be a gorgeous night after all. Unless of course you don't want to stay out alone so late with a guy like me. ❞
He jokes, knowing damn well she didn't care. After all, if she did, he wouldn't have gotten the time of day off the clock.
❝ Take your time. Call me whatever, I'll respond. Just don't abuse that power. ❞
Ah... Yeah. He was fully relaxed if he was able to make this many wisecracks with her.
She could almost laugh at that comment. ❝ I--Hey! ❞ She pouts a bit, but there's a smile to her features despite it. ❝ Well...Okay. Maybe you're partly right--at least, me and one of my besties. ❞ She swore Usagi did at times turn Mamarou gray early....and not because of how silly or sweet she was, but because she, like Mina, would dive first for the girls--the world. And both of them have.
The result? Well...Mina's here now. Not without scars--but she's here now. Usagi and the others? She didn't know. She would assume alive and well--she forgotten about.
❝ Oh! ❞ She snaps out of her thoughts, beaming at his offer of showing her to her for maintenance. ❝ I'd love to, Ga--Aiden. Aiden...ah, getting use to that while we're out of office will be a trip, sorry! ❞ She giggled a bit at the comment about her manager...she not minding the comment.
❝ Oh, already? And here I was about to sit on top, enjoying the drive and talking with you. Oh well! ❞
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It doesn't go unnoticed that she seemed to want to ask something. Her petite hands are noted, how she sips the drink, and that alone gives him a good idea. He pauses in wiping down the shaker to snap his fingers, a small red straw appearing in her drink now.
❝ No problem. Also hell if I know. He's not been back since he dropped in that one night... Actually thinking about it, I don't think he really intended to be here to begin with. ❞
A chuckle leaves him as he continues to talk.
❝ This energetic teen kid came in shouting something about that he had been looking all over for him and ❛ Of course you ended up several districts over! ❜. Man didn't even get to finish his drink before the kid dragged him out, thanking me for keeping ❛ Mama ❜ watched. Trust me, working this job has been a whole libraries worth of interesting interactions and then some. ❞
Though the reality was, he knew that teenage kid was no teenager at all. Not that he'd say that in this moment, the story was funnier this way.
❝ Light enough for you? ❞
Emeralds notice the other seemed to almost be focusing on her. Or perhaps he was. She...wasn't use to the focus. She was use to hiding and not being seen-something she preferred. But...she found she was relaxing with the male before her.
❝ They're fascinating at times. I've only been to a few. ❞ She responds softly, watching as he finishes the glass. The drink is placed in front of her, she taking the glass and pulling it closer to her. Sh debated if she should ask for a small straw...but decided to forgo it.
❝ Thank you. ❞ She responds softly, before lifting the glass slowly to her lips, taking a sip of the beautiful red liquid in it. The mix of flavors hit her immediately, but especially the strawberry...it was such a fresh, sweet sensation on top of the simple syrup. Then the slight tartness of the strawberry on top of the rum ( which also has a bit of sweetness. ) hits as well.
While she sips, emeralds focus on the male before her. A...what cat? She had never heard of that word--or was it a name? Either way...it peaked her curiosity. ❝ .....That's kind of terrifying.... ❞ She states now after setting the glass down. Appearing anywhere and everywhere, including other worlds...
Did that include hers? She had to wonder now. ❝ Um...Do you know where he is now? Out of curiosity... ❞
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Past tense? What had happened? Then again, he couldn't really talk. He just... Inwardly hoped it wasn't that something tragic had happened to those she was talking about.
❝ Sounds like you girls could make a man turn grey early if I had to fathom a guess. ❞
❛ Why does it feel like there is something a lot deeper being talked about that isn't just normal 'girl' stuff? Mmm... Just what have you been through, Mina? ❜
❝ Honestly, if you want, sometimes I can take you through how she works if you ever want to help me maintenance her. Of course your dickhead of a boss won't know. ❞
He was off the clock, he didn't have to play nice anymore. He would call the man whatever he damn well pleased.
❝ Oh. Looks like we're about there. Shame, been enjoying the drive. We're about... Five minutes out? ❞
Cornflower blues turn back to the brunette, she blinking once. He had given her his first name...her manager never bothered to provide her guard's first names at all; all she knew was their last names, nothing more and nothing less.
And the company didn't think it mattered, either, it seems.
❝ Aiden... ❞ The name rolled right off her tongue. She loved the sound and ring to it. And when she put it with his last name--yeah. Fitting. ❝ I'll remember that, then, Aiden! Thank you again! ❞
With that, he began to hum, still listening to the other speak about his car. She was beginning to wonder if he had a name for it. In the midst of him speaking, she noticed that when it came to his friend-it was...past tense. 'liked'. 'was'. Were they no longer friends? No--that wasn't the case....he wouldn't speak so fondly of them.
❝ Kind of reminds me of my girls, ahaha. ❞ She comments softly, cornflower blues soften. ❝ We each had our own part for something, all the time. We basically could cover almost everything together. ❞ Cornflower blues grow a bit distant at the memories of her and the girls--both the inner senshi and the outer, but mainly the inner.
His question brings her out of her daze and she smiles. ❝ Oh! I actually like things about cars. I don't know a lot, but I like to learn. ❞
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Once again, details seemed to be missing. In fact, given the way she was talking, he was starting to paint a picture in his mind: She was alone and he didn't think the miss she had come here with was the missing party member. After all, why would she leave out someone like her best friend? No this was something else entirely.
❝ Damn. Literal city of dreams. I've heard of a few of those in my time, never seen them personally. ❞
❛ At least not that I can remember anyways. ❜
❝ A story from me though? Hm... What to choose, there's a lot of things I've seen and witnessed in my time. ❞
Shaking finishes, he grabbing a tea strainer to drain the drink through, making sure to get every ounce of the drink out. The last strawberry that remains in the bowl is slit so it can be perched on the rim of the glass, he placing the chilled drink in front of her. As he continues talking, he starts to clean and put away everything that was used.
❝ Enjoy. As for a story, I've got one for you. What if I told you about a man that unless you kept watch on him, he's just vanish from view? Literally if no one was keeping him in view he'd just up and poof! Gone. Worst thing is, if I understood things correctly, he could go anywhere in that moment... Another world even. Man's a damn Schrödinger's cat incarnate. ❞
The fact that he had out right snapped to make ice appear...told her he knew and didn't care. It also told her it was likely fine in a place like this as well. The wink catches her off guard, her cheeks immediately tinting.
❝ Um...I'd...be here all night if I tried telling one of my stories from my travels... ❞ She answers, cheeks still a bit flushed--slowly it was dying down as she watched the man now begin to shake her drink. It wasn't a lie, per say--her travel stories were long....and for the most part, were with Ennosuke.
....What was he doing, in this moment, she wondered. Was he relaxing? Asleep? She doubted it...the slight ping of pain from her back reminded her of the knowledge she now had.
❝ ....There's a place I visited once. ❞ She starts off softly, emeralds focused on the bar itself, finger tip lightly sliding across it. ❝ It was beautiful. The kind of beauty people would say only exists in fiction. It was like...a very busy city. Think New York in size...normally nothing special about it. You find those kinds of cities everywhere. But this one...The people for this one were all...ah...the best way to put it is a literal city of dreams. To be awake is to sin for them.
I remember there was a particular spot that you had to sneak into. But the spot was basically a life sized pocket of space in this world. You could see every constellation there was...kind of like those one kinds of places in amusement parks and such...except...it wasn't generated or anything. It was real. Like I could reach out and actually touch a star or constellation....The world had that kind of magic with it. And there was more pockets like that-each with different things in them. It's...like visiting mini worlds...ah...not really a story. Sorry. ❞
She realized she had left out one particular detail; she wasn't alone with that visit. But she...also didn't stay long in that world with them. That should have been her first hint, when she thought back to it.
❝ W-What about you, sir? Any favorite um...stories from mixing or anything...? ❞
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Might have Mikhail as a guest muse on this blog time to time. I've got ideas.
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Oh... Well didn't that hit just right? Minako was so animated now, hanging onto every detail and word he said.
❝ We're off the clock. Just call me Aiden, Minako. ❞
He chuckles, feeling at ease enough in the moment to let his own guard down with her. Gallagher wondered if she had even heard or seen his first name before... Most people assumed Gallagher was his name, given he never bothered to really hand out anything else.
But Minako... She was different. He felt close enough to her to trust him with that tiny bit of personal information.
❝ But yeah. We did. Got her super cheap, Mikhail liked tinkering with stuff and managed to get her purring like a damn modern car. Amazin' ain't it? I handled her body work, anything else was split labor between us. Good times. ❞
❛ Shame you aren't around to see someone excited over your handiwork... ❜
It was a beautiful night, the stars were glimmering above them, the moon full slowly rising it's way into the sky, and thankfully despite it being such a gorgeous night, there wasn't a lot of people roaming the streets. Those that were weren't the noisy types. Thus for the most part, it was quiet with the glittering city lights.
And the beautiful lass beside him? Looked radiant.
❝ You interested in cars or just think it's cool as a whole? ❞
Cornflower blues light up when he begins to talk about his car. ❝ You and your friend repaired and modernized your car? Oh that's so cool! ❞ She exclaims, unable to hide the excitement and curiosity brimming in her voice. It only grows when he mentions he had personally mixed the scent himself--noticing the small oil fragrance dispenser rather than your typical car scents that hung from the rear view mirror. Somehow, it fit the wine red exterior and the warm brown interior.
The moment the top of the car was down, she immediately throws up her hands, the night air hitting her skin. ❝ Oh--you're right with that. Ahahaha... ❞ Well. She probably would still do it. She was far too excited and happy, after the day she has had.
Her ears then picked up the tune that was starting to play--she immediately recognizing the vocals--and starting to sing it herself. ❝ I was a liar, I gave into the fire. I know I should've fought it, at least I'm being honest... ❞
Oh how she adored Ariana Grande's music...and many others. Had he known...? Then again--she knew he wasn't fully human. The magic that was cast over them to conceal their identities was proof of that. So he might have heard her once or twice listening to Ariana Grande--at least, she figured that might be the case.
❝ Thank you, Mister Gallagher. ❞
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Her interest was just outright adorable to him. He loved getting customers who were genuinely interested in watching him mix their drinks. It made him wonder if in her case if she had a personal mixology.
❝ Travelin' huh? Any interesting stories to share? ❞
He was well aware she was keeping certain details out of her answer, but he didn't mind. After all he it wasn't like he was interrogating her or something. He just was wanting to find out more about her so he could perhaps help her relax – Though from what the hound could see, she was starting to be on the track to that already.
Satisfied with how much he's gotten out of the strawberries, he adds an ounce of lime juice and two ounces of white rum. A pause, he winking at her, before he snaps, several ice cubes now appearing in the shaker. Other half is now picked up, he securing it before starting to shake it vigorously – Though it's clear he's being just slightly showy with the way he's mixing it.
Emerald hues watch as he begins to gather the necessary tools and ingredients, she noticing he was distinctly using fresh strawberries. Most places like this, at least, all the ones Alissa has gone to and told of her experiences, didn't use fresh fruit. Save for limes or lemons--especially for garnishing. She wondered if this place in particular was a bit more well off-then again Alissa had told her this place in particular was...different.
As he starts to speak, she finds herself leaning in-both watching the process and listening to him. She found herself...relaxed, watching him make her drink. Watching as the previously clear liquid starts to color into this gorgeous, bright red. He was putting so much effort and care....
❝ It's so pretty.... ❞ She is momentarily distracted by the color, before emeralds met back with ambers. ❝ My interests....Um... ❞ She admittedly didn't expect such a question. Then again--she didn't expect to be having this entire conversation.
❝ I like to travel. ❞ She states softly, easing herself slightly. ❝ There's so much to see...I find myself experiencing new things everywhere I go. ❞ She supposed there was...no harm mentioning her magic--he wasn't human. But...she was not going to be the first to bring it up. Especially not here, in this moment. Not fully.
But mentioning traveling wasn't a lie. She did travel, after all--to other worlds.
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A smile crosses his features as she points out the state of his car. Of course she noticed all the little details, it was Minako after all.
❝ Yeah I do. Believe it or not a friend and I repaired 'er awhile back. She used to look on the brink of needing to be junked, but can't even tell it now can you? Was a fun project. For another fun little fact, I actually bothered to mix those fragrances together. ❞
He states, motioning to the small oil fragrance dispenser attached to the middle vent above the radio controls. Surprisingly the entertainment deck had not only a cassette player and CD player in it. Was that perhaps a Bluetooth connection as well? Clearly they had modernized the car in some aspects when they revamped her.
❝ Listen. I don't care if you sit up top, I trust my driving to keep you safe. Just be ready to drop back down if some asshole decides to be cheeky with their own stupid decisions behind the wheel. ❞
If anything, he was thoroughly amused with the fact she wanted the top down. It was cute. Thus button is pressed after he's got them out on the road, the top rolling back, locking down with a solid ❛ click! ❜ once in place. A glance is given her way, a small smile on his features as he treats her to a wink, before his phone is pulled out. A few taps later, music started playing through the speakers, before arm goes to rest on his driver's door, window having been rolled down with the opening of the roof.
❝ Hope you're ready for the scenic view, I'm taking us through downtown. Oh and... Music is on shuffle, who knows what'll start playing. ❞
A small veil of magic falls upon them, just enough to conceal their identities from most onlookers so he didn't have to worry about some crazed fan causing trouble.
He just wanted to see her having fun after all.
Somehow, the wine red 1959 Cadillac convertible felt fitting to this man. She could tell he took good care of it-the fresh paint, tires looked full and in good condition. Not a single dent or scratch or anything. Admittedly, Mina found herself impressed.
❝ You really love your car, don't you? ❞ She asked as the other got into the driver's seat, she putting on her seat belt. ❝ It's so polished...you even have a car smell! ❞ She states, noticing the scent that she couldn't quite name but definitely recognized the hint of sandalwood and musk--and a bit of cinnamon. There was, perhaps, one other note--but she couldn't place it.
❝ Down...! ❞ She answers, abielt excitedly. The amount of times she loved to drive her own car around with it's top down. Sometimes, if someone else was driving and she was backseat, she's sit on the car as the car drove--as if modeling for a drive shoot. Oh those were her favorites...
Her manager's? Not so much. Said it was 'unlady like' and 'No one likes a spoiled girl'.
❝ I...Might sit on top. Sorry not sorry. ❞ When was the last time she relaxed like this with someone...? Why was she relaxing so much with him....? Gallagher has always been a rather quiet one, usually....but also one she noticed was always around for her. And if she was honest...she found comfort in that.
....She realized the last time she felt this way with someone.....
I'm so into you,
I can barely breathe
And all I wanna do
Is to fall in deep
But close ain't close enough
Til we cross the line
So name a game to play
And I'll roll the dice, yeah.
...But surely, she wasn't right?! She couldn't be...again. Right?
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Idol on his arm, he leads her out to his car – A wine red 1959 Cadillac convertible. It was clearly beloved, it's paint in top condition, gleaming still from a recent polishing.
❝ After you. ❞
He states as he opens the door for her, free hand motioning for Minako to get in. After she's in, door is shut behind her, he going over to the driver's side.
❝ Top up or down? ❞
Comes Gallagher's question as he seatbelts in, putting the keys into the ignition, the engine soon sparking to life. He was glad to see she was relaxing more and more. Then again, he was also doing his best. It was nice to see her smiling... He wanted to see more and hear more of that melodious laughter.
Ah. He was smitten, wasn't he?
Damn.
The low whistle towards her isn't missed; her cheeks tinting just slightly, but she smiles confidentially. She wouldn't deny that she did enjoy his appreciation for how she looked. And it seemed, perhaps, this was an appropriate look for tonight too. Nothing too...out there. But also still more for an evening night out like with the girls.
❝ Aww, thank you, Mr Gallagher! ❞ She honestly hadn't expected the other to agree to tonight. Most of the bodyguards weren't...ones to stay around her. It wasn't that they disliked her ( to her knowledge? ) but they certainly didn't stay longer than they had to. It was fine with her--she didn't mind it, usually. Which is why she was surprised with Gallagher.
❝ Yes, let's leave! ❞ She responds cheerfully-already starting to feel better...it was strange, how this man was affecting her mood so much...but in a good way. She could almost forget about her company and her manager...almost. For now, she silences her mind and lets him lead the way out to the car.
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With the confirmation heard, he moved to start getting the ingredients together.
❝ One Strawberry Daiquiri, comin' up. ❞
Reaching into an ice chest, he grabs out five strawberries, placing them in a small glass bowl on a shelf beside him. Simple syrup, lime juice, and white rum are also procured, all items placed on the bar top along side a few other tools, all so she could watch in full.
❝ Hm. Drinks have a way of soothing a person's soul, especially under the guidance of a good bartender. Can a person get too wrapped up in drinking and lose themselves? Oh, certainly. ❞
He starts to answer her question as a small knife is produced, he cutting slits into four of the strawberries, dropping them into one part of the shaker.
❝ But a drink now and then to soothe away life's problems ain't exactly a bad thing. Can relax the body and ease some of it's aches and pains as well. I don't think we'd have found a way to brew the stuff if there wasn't a good reason for it existing. I personally got into it because I enjoy seeing and meeting people, hearin' their tales, maybe give them advice if I've somethin' to say on the matter. ❞
❛ Better than the life I used to lead. ❜
Gallagher thinks to himself as he pours in a half ounce of simple syrup, before picking up a muddler to start mashing the strawberries. Soon the white liquid starts to turn a rich, bright red, as he hums a little. Amber colored eyes side glance the ginger, enjoying the fact she was thoroughly watching everything he was doing.
❝ So tell me... What's some of your interests? ❞
She didn't really need to consider it. While she herself has never had it, she knew she loved strawberries. If it had any inkling of that flavor, she was bound to like it.
❝ Strawberry Daiquiri...I've never had one before...but I would love to try it. ❞ She answers softly, emeralds lighting up in curiosity...and a bit of excitement. She couldn't help it. She was naturally curious about the world's takes on alcoholic drinks. On her world, wine is popular--along with certain fruits. Beer is the second thing popular, for some...reason. She herself didn't quite like it.
She leans forward a bit now, emeralds watching. ❝ Oh....Thank you...! ❞ Why was a man like this working here, she wondered? Did he like to mix drinks for people? Especially...given what she was sensing. He could easily hire elsewhere. So why...? Oh she couldn't help her curiosity.
❝ C-Can I....ask what started you with bartending...? ❞
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Oh the sweet sounds he was graced with hearing from her lips. Her taste, her sweet scent...
She was driving him wild.
❝ Attagirl...❞
His voice is low, almost a growl as he speaks, before he dives back in. One hand releases it's grip on her leg to join in working her, fingers slipping between folds to start gently thrusting, occasionally curling his fingers to hit just right.
Perhaps he should fully show himself to her... She already knew he wasn't human, but he hadn't exactly kept his features out for long to her. They were being honest in this moment, yeah? With her hands already in his hair too? Yeah, this would be a treat for her.
So thus canine like brown ears appear upon his head and a long fluffy tail make an appearance now, his tail slowly wagging back and forth as he continues to methodically work her over, fully intending to make the woman spill her juices upon his tongue.
Something in her gut told her she in fact shouldn't have said what she said. Especially given what she knew of the man. His words only make the butterflies in her stomach raise more, she swallowing lightly.
She knew he wouldn't do anything drastic. Or anything questionable. But here he was, adjusting her again-shivering at his hands securely wrapping around her thighs. She was pulled closer to him....and she noticed her lower region was right underneath his...face...
Wait.
The wink he offered, followed by his words...her cheeks immediately heat up at the realization that she was right--but before anything could be said or done, she finds herself being licked slowly-from her folds to her clit, before the other started to repeatedly lap at her, with an intensive focus on her clit, she noticing his fingers tightening on her legs to keep her from even trying to run. She bites her bottom lip, back arched off the table.
❝ O-Oh! Aidan...! Nnng...Frick... ❞ Hands tighten in brunette locks, unable to see him looking at her as she falls further into bliss. ❝ Oh gods... ❞
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