#* 𝟎𝟎𝟑. thread !

[beatricezh]

bem-vinda de volta, semideusa. há 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 (aos 10 anos), você veio ao acampamento pela primeira vez e se apresentou como 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈, foi reclamada por 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 e hoje já tem 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐 anos. nesse tempo em que ficou fora, desenvolveu melhor seu jeito 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒐, mas ainda persiste em ser 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒂 em dias ruins. é ótimo te ver de volta, especialmente estando mais a cara de 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒖 do que antes.

𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒔.

fúria de hefesto — ou como bea gosta de chamar em seus diários secretos, “a revolta do corno”. ao descobrir que havia uma semideusa muito parecida com a aparência que a esposa, afrodite, assumia em grande parte de seus affairs com o deus da guerra, hefesto precisou aliviar a dor do peso dos chifres… lançando uma maldição na garota que nada tinha a ver com aquela confusão. tudo bem que se Beatrice não tivesse sido amaldiçoada, ela com certeza andaria nos mesmos sapatos da mãe porque, no caso dela, o fruto caiu bem perto do pé, mas não precisava tanto assim! hefesto presenteou a sua “enteada” com uma das condições mais cruéis para uma filha de afrodite: o de nunca poder beijar o seu amor verdadeiro, caso o contrário, ele morrerá. e você pode até argumentar que deve ser fácil driblar essa maldição, afinal, quem acredita em amor verdadeiro no século XXI? mas aí é que está: hefesto deixou bem claro para beatrice que ela não saberá quem é o seu amor verdadeiro, e nem quando ele virá a se tornar de fato o responsável por carregar esse fardo, então pode ser que qualquer pessoa que ela beije, em qualquer momento, simplesmente bata as botas no meio do beijo! é como dizem por aí: corre que o corno ficou puto, ou algo do tipo.

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏.

pulseira-chicote de ouro imperial — quando usada apenas como joia, é uma pulseira em formado de uma cobra dourada que fica entrela��ada em torno do pulso de beatrice. porém, ao ser ativada, o ouro imperial usado na confecção da pulseira se estica e se molda na forma de um chicote com a aparência de uma cobra viva. dois rubis adornam a cabeça da cobra, como olhos brilhantes. 

𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.

aura da paixão — a semideusa faz despertar em seu alvo uma paixão tão fervorosa que o mesmo não consegue raciocinar corretamente, realizando todos os desejos de beatrice dentro do período de duração do encantamento. em combate, limita-se apenas em proteger a sua fonte de paixão, podendo atacar os seus amigos, não deixando que a filha de afrodite seja ferida de qualquer forma, mesmo que acabe sendo ferido no processo. para que o indivíduo que fora submetido a este encantamento volte ao normal, em casos avançados, basta apenas desacordá-lo.

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕.

Christian Zhong sempre soube a verdade, mas também esperou o momento certo para contar à filha que ela não era apenas a garotinha que gostava de brincar fingindo ser uma princesa a presa na torre alta e coberta de espinhos — porque os monstros de verdade chegariam eventualmente, e não, um príncipe montado no cavalo branco não viria ao seu resgate… Ela teria que lidar com eles sozinha. 

Ele era um bom pai solteiro. Estilista com certo renome, trabalhava por trás de uma marca bastante conhecida nos Estados Unidos e mundo afora, desenhando os vestidos mais deslumbrantes para a sua clientela que ia de pessoas muito famosas à mulheres ricas com dinheiro sobrando para esbanjarem em roupas e, é claro, uma deusa que se interessou por ele para depois abandoná-lo com um bebê no colo. 

Beatrice era o que Christian tinha de mais precioso. Amava a filha e fazia tudo por ela, de modo que a pequena menina viveu desconexa da realidade durante toda a infância. Vestidos de princesas da Disney? Ela tinha todos para ela. Sapatinho de cristal? Tinha também. Todas as bonecas Barbie que estavam na última moda? Com certeza. Qualquer futilidade que uma criança mimada quer? Christian dava um jeito de arranjar. Era um fato, e ele sabia, que fazia tudo isso pela filha porque tinha medo de quando a verdade viesse à tona e ele tivesse que perdê-la para o mundo ao qual pertencia.

E o momento veio cedo. Beatrice tinha os seus dez anos quando foi atacada por uma quimera que se disfarçava como a secretária do ateliê do pai. Por sorte, o sátiro era o estagiário recém contratado e responsável pela segurança de Beatrice enquanto Christian estava ocupado no estúdio… Mas aquela manhã de Sábado que quis levar a filha para trabalhar com ele foi a última que a viu até que o verão acabasse.

Ela não demorou para se adaptar ao acampamento e à nova vida. Considerava um grande orgulho ser filha da deusa do amor e da beleza. Beatrice andava pelo Meio-Sangue com o nariz empinado e toda a vaidade estampada no rosto. Ao longo do seu tempo no lugar, até as portas se fechassem, acumulou uma pilha de corações partidos e fez muitos campistas chorarem — a culpa era dela que nem todos possuíam toda a beleza e charme que ela tinha? Algumas pessoas naquele lugar precisavam arrumar o cabelo, vestirem-se melhores ou serem menos esquisitas, e Beatrice fez questão de apontar isso em suas caras para que melhorassem. Ademais, sempre que voltava das férias no acampamento e vangloriava das aventuras para o pai, Christian se enchia de orgulho pela princesa dele ter se tornado uma rainha. 

Então, o acampamento fechou, e Beatrice foi jogada de volta à realidade do mundo mortal. Não foi tão difícil se readaptar uma vez que o pai já a preparava para trabalhar no ateliê com ele, e ela nunca deixou de sustentar a postura de superioridade entre os mortais também. Ela teria se encaixado direitinho naquela vida normal se não tivesse sido a vítima número um da fúria de Hefesto. O deus do fogo descobriu que havia uma semideusa que espelhava a aparência perfeita que a esposa, Afrodite, assumia durante os seus affairs mais recente com Ares. Irritado e rancoroso como só um deus consegue ser, Hefesto descontou o seu ódio por Afrodite e Ares na garota. E se um dia Beatrice tivera o sonho de se apaixonar outra vez, jamais poderia fazê-lo. 

Cruelmente amaldiçoada por Hefesto, Beatrice voltou para o Acampamento Meio-Sangue quando os ataques se tornaram frequentes e perigosos e as portas do lugar foram reabertas para uma nova era. Sem que ninguém soubesse sobre a sua nova condição, a Zhong assume a mesma personalidade que os campistas um dia conheceram e, assim, acumula duas listas extensas de inimigos e admiradores… A diferença é que agora ela teme que a sua maldição seja descoberta e ela se torne o alvo de maior vergonha para o chalé de Afrodite. Além disso, Beatrice espera encontrar uma solução para a maldição — e se dedica agora para receber uma benção de outro deus que anule para ela.

[onedate]

@strifiisms. / half-baked starter.

it's   been   months   since   they   escaped   nibelheim   ,   months   that   they've   been   on   the   road   now   ,   &   weeks   since   he's   last   seen   civilization.   zack   is   exhausted   ,   mentally   more   so   than   physically   ,   &   if   cloud   were   awake   ,   zack   thinks   he   might   be   hitting   the   end   of   his   rope   as   well.   but   he   can't   afford   to   think   about   how   tired   he   feels   ,   how   heavy   his   arms   are   (   it's   not   cloud   that's   heavy   ,   never   cloud   )   ,   or   how   awful   this   whole   thing   is.

he   can't   afford   to   break   down   ,   not   now.

❛   it's   hot   out   today   ,   isn't   it   ??   bet   you  don't   get   scorchers   like   this   up   in   the   mountains   all   that   often.   ❜

he's   talking   to   no   one   ,   to   empty   air   ,   but   he   hopes   cloud   can   hear   him   ,   somehow.   zack   doesn't   want   to   think   that   cloud's   gone   ,   that   this   is   for   naught.   because   cloud   will   wake   up   ,   he's   strong   ,   so   he'll   be   okay.   cloud   will   be   fine   ,   &   all   the   fighting   ,   the   running   ,   the   hiding   can   stop.

zack   is   careful   when   he   sets   cloud   on   the   bed   ,   sighing   into   the   silence   of   the   room.   he   was   lucky   to   come   across   an   abandoned   cabin   out   here   ,   or   at   least   ,   lucky   to   find   one   that   was   still   standing.   he   casts   a   glance   at   cloud   ,   taking   one   of   the   blonde's   hands   in   his   own.   his   shoulders   fall   for   the   first   time   in   months   ,   &   zack   lets   himself   feel   just   a   bit   of   it   all   ,   lets   exhaustion   seep   through   the   cracks.

❛   spike   ...   cloud   ...   i   know   you're   in   there   somewhere.   just   ...   let   me   know.   give   me   something   ,   anything   just   ...   i   need   to   know   you're   alive.   ❜

i   can't   keep   doing   this   on   my   own.

[zarinaz]

♡ ⠀ ⠀    ╱     ⠀ ⠀𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   @rjabez​​   ;

·⠀⠀⠀⠀sentada nos jardins, zarina tentava em vão se concentrar em suas anotações, mas sua expressão denunciava que estava com a cabeça em outro lugar, bem distante dos meros rabiscos. seus pensamentos estavam voltados para aqueles que haviam sido feridos no terrível incidente da corrida de dragões. Um pouco inquieta, seus olhos percorreram a área aberta, talvez buscando por alguma resposta ou notícia reconfortante - não sabia bem o que buscava. foi então que ela avistou raven e um alívio momentâneo preencheu seu coração preocupado. acenou para o rapaz, chamando sua atenção, e assim que ele se aproximou, ela não pôde conter a pergunta que fervilhava em sua mente.  "   raven, sabe como estão as pessoas que se machucaram na corrida?   ”   mordia levemente o lado interno da bochecha, ansiosa por qualquer coisa. era complicado lidar com o maledictus enquanto seus sentimentos se misturavam com o ambiente. desejava que todos estivessem bem e se recuperando e a incerteza era algo que a afligia. em meio àqueles jardins tranquilos, sua preocupação era como uma tempestade silenciosa e até mesmo aurelius percebia e tentava regular a tensão que se formava e transparecia em sua têmpora.

[mamaeadormecida]

╰     ⧼     jessica alba, cisgênero feminino, ela/dela     |     LOOKING GLASS — before you exit     ⧽     ✶     —     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄    …    poderíamos ler o conto chamado BELA ADORMECIDA com a AURORA AGNARRSDÓTTIR, aliada com OS HERÓIS. Em Fantasia, com seus QUARENTA E TRÊS anos, ela veio de COROA ÁLGIDA (ARENDELLE), onde atua como EX-LADY DE MOORS E SOCIALITE, tornando-se bastante explícito que serve a CASA AGNARRSDÓTTIR. Os pássaros me disseram que ela está na Seleção com intuito de MUDAR O DESTINO DE SEUS FILHOS. Típico, considerando sua reputação de ser IMPULSIVA, ANSIOSA e PESSIMISTA, embora eu deva admitir que possa ser SONHADORA, CALOROSA e ELEGANTE. Será que os filhos dela vão seguir o mesmo caminho?

✶     —    𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 …  

Para muitos, a vida é uma bênção — algo maior que a magia que cerca esse mundo. Para Aurora, viver sempre pareceu mais como uma maldição. Afinal, que tipo de vida pode dizer que teve, quando tudo o que viveu não passa de intervalos infelizes e memórias borradas?

Pouco se lembra dos dias acordada antes da primeira vez que espetou o dedo e caiu no sono profundo, exceto pelos sonhos que cultivava na época. Encontrar o amor verdadeiro, ser libertada por ele, ser feliz... E talvez ela tenha acreditado ser, tendo vivido em estado de euforia por algum tempo depois que Encantado a acordou; afinal, aquela nova vida era tudo o que conhecia e era tudo o que teria. Aquela era a sua definição de amor, por pior que fosse. Ela se esforçava para cultivá-lo, embora estivesse longe de ser libertador.

Mas a euforia se foi assim que a maldição sugou dela a vida em um segundo sono — e Aurora acreditou que nunca mais acordaria quando o beijo não funcionou. A sensação de estar adormecida e consciente era a pior de todas. Recebia imagens através de sonhos, habilidade adquirida junto à maldição, e era como se a sua alma vagasse pelo mundo sem poder alcançar o plano físico, tornando-a inútil para a desgraça que a sua maldição causou ao seu reino e ao resto de Galvadon. Ela era a culpada de tudo aquilo e não podia contar com o amor de ninguém para salvá-la.

Então tudo o que Aurora fez foi esperar. E ela esperou, e esperou, e esperou... congelada no tempo até que as imagens nos sonhos tomassem forma como o rosto de uma mulher, que prometia salvá-la. Pouco a pouco, o sentimento de gratidão que cultivava pela mulher foi se transformando em algo muito maior... até que o beijo de Elsa a acordou, e com ela, Aurora enfim encontrou o seu amor verdadeiro e se sentiu libertada por ele. 

Todavia, as preocupações com a sua maldição e com todo o estrago que causava para o mundo das fábulas nunca pararam; não importa o quanto tivesse perdoado Malévola, não podia deixar de se sentir amedrontada ao inferno que a fae lhe acometera. 

Ela agora precisava da ajuda de poções fortes para conseguir dormir, uma vez que o medo de nunca mais acordar, de perder tanto outra vez por ficar presa com a sua maldição, dominava cada parte dela — mesmo que Elsa prometesse que não se repetiria. E isso só piorou quando as profecias de seus filhos foram dadas, junto das maldições que as crianças receberam por sua causa. 

Aurora foi tomada pelo pessimismo outra vez. 

Apesar de se esforçar para que a presença que tem ilumine qualquer recinto, tornando-a digna de seu nome sob os olhos alheios, a lady vive em um estado constante de pavor e culpa — e ela não sabe até quando vai aguentar antes que chegue ao ponto de sua quebra.

✶     —    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 …

Aurora pode ser muito consumista, especialmente ao precisar de uma distração para todos os pensamentos conturbados em sua cabeça. Quando a mulher tem um dos seus picos de consumo excessivo, os Agnarrsdóttir tendem a ficar alertas — significando que a depressão da mulher atingiu um lugar ruim novamente.

Uma coisa que a mulher ama são os bailes e as festas! Aurora dá muitos destes na residência da família e todos são puxados para um lado mais artístico — apresentações de teatro, danças diversificadas, leitura de poesias... e, é claro, a presença da Vorpal. É uma forma de trazer o entretenimento para os seus filhos, que passaram suas infâncias e adolescências isolados no próprio reino.

✶     —    𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 …  

Comunicação com animais silvestres: Aurora é capaz de se comunicar com animais silvestres, como esquilos, guaxinins e afins. Não consegue se comunicar com animais domésticos, e parar conseguir entendê-los melhor, precisam estar perto de alguma área florestal.

Charme: concedido por uma de suas fadas madrinhas, Aurora é capaz de iluminar o recinto com o seu charme, tornando a beleza dela admirável para todos que a veem. Não serve para muita coisa, além de fazê-la ficar bonita em qualquer pedaço de pano!

Conexão onírica: habilidade desenvolvida durante a primeira maldição, é como se, durante o sono, Aurora fosse projetada para fora de seu corpo; ficando ciente dos seus arredores e podendo até se comunicar com alguém caso o alvo também esteja adormecido. Além disso, ela pode receber imagens que funcionam como alertas durante os seus sonhos, mas apenas se os envolvidos tiverem uma conexão forte com ela. 

[hcwardz]

𓂅   ♡  ˖   ࣪   ⋆    starter para @zipporch.

cecelia adorava dar presentes. o ato de ver algo e lembrar de alguém já era afetuoso o suficiente para a ruiva, mas a época natalina pedia por caixas bem enfeitadas embaixo de uma árvore decorada e era isso que desejava para zipporah. lembrava-se bem do dia em que, passeando pelas ruas de saint-gingolph com a mais nova, a viu encarando até demais um vestido que sem dúvidas combinava com ela — na mesma noite, cecelia o comprou. era o presente perfeito. “ minha querida! “ exclamou logo que a viu, cumprimentando-a com um abraço. “ entre, sinta-se em casa. o almoço já já será servido. “ conforme falava, a guiava pela entrada da casa até a sala e apontava para o sofá, como se a oferecesse assento. “ sei que ainda faltam uns dias até o natal, mas como não sei se te verei até lá, quero entregar seu presente hoje. “

[gabemurrow]

tag dump.

[noellegrw]

tag dump.

[devirashmi]

this post is a tag drop

[zarinaz]

·⠀⠀⠀⠀a verdade era que zarina lembrava-se muito pouco do incidente, se assim pudesse chamar, na corrida. apenas lembrava-se dos gritos em um instante, no outro, já estando dentro da academia, segura, em seu dormitório. a noite fora muito mais complicada para dormir.   “  bem, eu acho... e você?   ”   a verdade era que nem mesmo ela compreendia seus sentimentos. não estava com dor, não se sentia com medo, apenas queria entender como tudo aquilo havia acontecido. claro que ter aurelius em seu ouvido, esboçando toda sua preocupação, não era fácil, mas era possível de evitar se não o deixasse preocupada.   “  não, eu não sofri nada. apenas um arranhão no cotovelo, acho que bati em algum lugar e só fui sentir quando já estava na academia.   ”   comentou, mostrando um arranhado leve e nada profundo. considerou que havia raspado em algum lugar, mas sequer lembrava-se da dor.   “  e você, algum machucado feio?   ”

open starter !!!

Após o catastrófico desenrolar da Corrida dos Dragões, o amanhecer trouxe consigo um clima carregado de tensão, envolvendo todos os alunos, tanto heróis quanto vilões. Em meio a essa atmosfera sombria, Korak não escapava dos sentimentos avassaladores que o assaltavam. Ele estava além do temor; sentia-se aterrorizado diante dos eventos que se desdobraram, da maneira como tudo se desenrolou, especialmente com a tragédia que envolveu Beren e seu dragão. As chamas haviam deixado muitos feridos e machucados, e Korak não conseguia ignorar o sofrimento que se estampava nos rostos ao seu redor. "Como você está?", indagou Korak sinceramente, dirigindo-se à pessoa ao seu lado. Seus olhos transmitiam genuína preocupação enquanto observava as expressões faciais de MUSE, buscando indícios de ferimentos ou danos causados pelo caos que se abateu sobre o evento. "Quero dizer, você sofreu muitos ferimentos durante toda aquela confusão? Onde você estava quando tudo começou a desmoronar?", questionou, deixando claro o desejo de compreender a experiência do outro.

[zarinaz]

♡ ⠀ ⠀    ╱     ⠀ ⠀𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   @arkynhaddock​​   ;

·⠀⠀⠀⠀sabia que não devia estar acordada aquele horário, tampouco perambulando pela academia. mas a torre das nuvens estava estranhamente quieta e aquilo era como uma estranha premissa. quando seus pés deslizaram para fora da cada, já passada das vinte e três horas, um arrepio percorreu a sua espinha. talvez se fosse ler um livro ou coisa do tipo, mas zarina queria algo a mais. não sabia muito bem identificar o que ela queria, o que aurelius queria. aquela estranha ligação entre humano e daemon a fazia por em prática coisas que ainda desconhecia sobre si. com passos calmos, pode jurar que havia ouvido um ruído do final do corredor, a fazendo ficar de sobressalto. com passos suaves e trancando a respiração, espreitou até onde pudesse ver. para sua sorte, ou melhor, azar, era arkyn. cobriu a boca com a mão para evitar um grito. quando voltou ao seu estado normal, segundos depois, o lançou um olhar que poderia ser petrificante.   “  porra! garoto, por que você anda pelas sombras como se fosse um fantasma?   ”   indagou, enquanto aurelius saía de trás de suas pernas, como se fosse mais um animal de estimação do que um futuro dragão. 

[hcwardz]

𓂅   ♡  ˖   ࣪   ⋆    flashback starter para @melliemendez.

já estivera naquele lugar antes. sentindo-se como se sentia, sentada exatamente no mesmo banco do bar, encarando o fundo do copo como se o álcool contido ali fosse lhe dar respostas. era sempre frustrante ver o negativo do teste, era sempre frustrante não conseguir fazer nada pra mudar aquele resultado — sabia que seria difícil engravidar, tanto por causa da baixa fertilidade quanto por causa da idade, mas as rejeições seguidas faziam parecer que era impossível. assim que percebeu uma nova companhia sentando-se ao lado, cecelia suspirou para que pelo menos parte daquela expressão deprimida fosse mascarada. não queria que aquela fosse a impressão que ficasse para as outras pessoas, ainda tinha a imagem de mulher forte para zelar. “ oi. “ um sorriso quase imperceptível, porém o tom carregado de simpatia. ” te recomendo sentar em outro banco, esse está quebrado. “ apontou para o que ela havia escolhido, no lado esquerdo, gesticulando para que ela se movimentasse até o banco que estava em seu lado direito.

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬 / 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦

“I am tired, I have a colossal need of you.” — Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 7.2k

paring— soft!dom!gn!reader x sweet!sub!getou

cws/tags— established relationship, subtle dom/sub dynamics, shower sex, body worship, heavy praise, petnames (“darling” & “gorgeous” & “my love”), handjob, orgasm control, reader is AFAB w/ a feminine style but isn’t gendered, unprotected p in v, reader went commando, dialogue heavy, fluff so sweet it rots your teeth, porn w/ feelings, incredibly smitten suguru, this is super self-indulgent icl

With a heavy sigh, you collapsed onto the edge of the bed, your fingers running through your meticulously hair-sprayed hair, inadvertently messing up the carefully styled look you had prepared for the occasion. As you rubbed your ankle, the tender skin still smarting from the strap of your elegant heels, your gaze wandered around the bedroom.

Amid your minor ordeal, Suguru couldn't help but chuckle affectionately. His lips curled into a small, knowing smile as he observed your exasperated movements. He shrugged off the black velvet jacket of his finely tailored tuxedo, letting it fall gracefully onto a nearby chair. With a nonchalant kick, he sent his polished dress shoes sailing across the room, their absence leaving him in his crisp white formal shirt, which he leisurely untucked from his sleek black slacks. As he approached you, and the formality of the event had finally melted away.

"I despise black-tie events," you murmured exasperatedly, the words escaping with a sigh. "And I can't stand all those old schmoozers who revel in them."

"Ah, the black-tie lament," Suguru chimed in knowingly, a wry smile playing on his lips. He had heard this familiar refrain countless times after returning home with you following one of his company's extravagant soirées.

With a graceful, well-practised movement, Suguru knelt before you, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buckle straps of your heels. Every gesture he made was executed with precision and care, leaving no room for accidents or missteps.

As he knelt there, his deep-set eyes met yours, and you couldn't help but offer him a lopsided smile. You reached out, tenderly cupping his face, gazing down at him as he continued to assist you with your shoes.

"But I can't bear to let you endure these events alone," you remarked, your voice tinged with affectionate humour. "After all, who else would be there to whisper snide remarks in your ear about the other guests?"

A warm grin illuminated Suguru's face as he shook his head in fond amusement, the corners of his lips curling upwards. With careful tenderness, he slipped your heels off your feet, his fingers gliding soothingly over your ankles, tracing the faint indents left by the straps on your delicate skin.

"It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining," Suguru agreed, his dark eyes twinkling.

Your hands left his face, threading their way into the depths of his luxurious, ebony hair. Delicately, you undid the neat topknot, allowing those silky strands to tumble freely over his broad shoulders. Your fingers became a source of comfort as they carded through his hair, massaging his scalp with practised expertise. Suguru couldn't help but emit a contented hum in response to your skilled touch.

Suguru's hands moved with a gentle, almost reverent touch as they glided up your calves, his lips following suit with a trail of soft, lingering kisses from your ankles upward, ascending along the curve of your knees. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, fully immersed in the intimate moment.

In a hushed, sweet voice, you observed, "You're certainly in a mood."

He responded with a contented hum, the vibrations sending a shiver of delight through your skin. "Being surrounded by all those people," his voice a low, husky murmur between kisses, "it just makes me appreciate moments like these, when it's just us."

Under the delicate satin skirt of your dress, Suguru's hands roamed and explored with a delightful curiosity, his fingers tracing the contours of your body.

You mused, "You always make a point of helping me undress when we get home."

His hands continued their journey, caressing and savouring each inch of your skin as he planted affectionate kisses along the way. He paid particular attention to your knees, ascending slowly up your thighs with deliberate, unhurried tenderness.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he confessed, "I do like the routine."

You chuckled at his response. "You like seeing me naked," you teased.

Suguru's lips curled into a sly smirk as he replied, "I like seeing you routinely naked."

You huffed and smiled in spite of yourself, and you could see a flicker of pride in those eyes of his—he never tired of making you laugh, and he always saw it as an achievement. 

Suguru's hands had finally arrived at their intended destination, his fingers curling around your hips where the waistband of your underwear should have been, but instead, they encountered nothing but the soft expanse of your skin. His eyebrows arched in surprise, and he cast a crooked grin in your direction. Remaining in his kneeling position, he leaned closer to you.

"Did you really attend one of my work events while going commando?" he murmured wryly.

You bit your cheek, an impish smile dancing upon your lips as you gazed down at him. With a delicate touch, you twirled a lock of his hair around your finger.

"I might've done.”

Suguru responded with a groan of amusement and desire, his forehead finding a comfortable resting place against your thigh. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to process this new, revolutionary piece of information. 

"Pray tell, why?" he inquired, his voice sparked with curiosity, with anticipation.

You released a soft, contented sigh, your fingers idly combing through the silky strands of his hair. "I didn't want an underwear line to ruin the sleek look of this dress," you explained, your voice laced with nonchalant rationale. "Plus, I needed a little something to spice up the night for myself."

Suguru responded with an affectionate nuzzle against your thigh. "You should've given me a heads-up," he mused. "I would’ve whisked you away to one of the bathrooms and taken full advantage of that little secret."

You shook your head, a fond smile on your lips. "As much as I'd enjoy that enthusiasm, darling, we did have appearances to uphold," you reminded him.

He huffed, his voice coloured by mock frustration. "Appearances," he grumbled, "I hate them."

"Because Heaven forbid you have to keep your hands off me for a few hours," you teased, a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Leaning down, you planted a tender kiss on his forehead, leaving behind a telltale lipstick mark on his smooth skin.

"A few hours too many," Suguru reciprocated, his eyes alight with affection. He leaned up to capture your chin with his lips, placing a gentle kiss there.

Your nimble fingers, which had grown accustomed to this routine, left his hair and began working on the buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. Each button yielded to your touch, exposing more of his toned chest.

"Careful now," you chided good-naturedly as you continued to undress him. "I might start to believe you only love me for my body."

Suguru settled, resting his elbows on your thighs as you skillfully unbuttoned his shirt. His faculty remained fixed upon your lovely face, his eyes filled with profound adoration.

With a smirk dancing on his lips, he began to express his sentiments. "What can I say? I adore every inch of you, whether it's in that stunning dress or, well, not," he quipped. "But you know what I adore most of all?"

Your eyebrow arched in intrigue at his question as you pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing more of his sculpted form. "Oh?" you prompted.

"That was rhetorical," Suguru admitted with a smug grin. "I asked the question because, honestly, I can't choose just one thing to love most about you." 

You tenderly cupped his face in your hands, brushing the pads of your thumbs across his sculpted cheekbones and temples. Drawing him in closer, Suguru readily leaned into your caress, his larger hands gently enveloping yours, imparting warmth and a comforting presence.

"Yeah, yeah... You're quite the flatterer," you whispered affectionately, "I love you, too."

You leaned in to kiss him, and Suguru eagerly met you halfway. Your lips met and the world faded away into the distance, no longer important in the sanctuary of his arms.

As your lips pressed together in a passionate kiss, Suguru's hands began to explore beneath the satin fabric of your dress. With gentle but deliberate movements, he pushed up the skirt, exposing more of your skin. His skilled fingers smoothed over the satiny material to your back, where he carefully located and undid the zipper.

Meanwhile, your own hands swiftly worked to undo his belt, casting it aside with a carefree toss. Fingers trembling with desire, you moved to undo the fly of his slacks.

The warmth of Suguru's lips against yours felt impossibly soft, and the longing coursed through every cell of his body, all of them singing your name, drawing you closer and closer.

With a mutual urgency, you and Suguru helped each other shed your clothing until you both stood bare before each other. Once disrobed, he held you securely in his strong arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

As your tongues intertwined in a fervent kiss, you savoured the unique sweetness of his mouth, a taste you craved with an insatiable hunger. Suguru's lips parted with a soft sigh against yours, and he deepened the kiss with a fervour that mirrored the intensity of your shared longing. One of his hands cradled the back of your neck, while the other pressed firmly against the small of your back.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss, a tender smile of adoration gracing your lips. "Wanna get clean?" you asked, your voice filled with affection.

A low, sultry chuckle escaped Suguru's lips as he nuzzled into your ear, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. "Only if you promise we can get dirty all over again," he whispered. "I really need you tonight."

Drawing you even closer to him, your chest pressed provocatively against his chiselled torso, Suguru allowed a small smile to dance across his face as he leaned into your body. He couldn't resist placing a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek before pulling back slightly to look at you.

"What d’you say?" he asked, his voice taking on a deeper, more alluring tone, a brazen smirk gracing his handsome features.

You ran your fingers through his hair, planting a series of tender kisses along his jawline. "I say we head to the shower and warm each other up," you whispered.

"You're a mind-reader," Suguru replied softly, his breath a gentle caress against your skin as he pressed his lips to your neck. "A shower sounds perfect."

Taking your hand in his, Suguru led you towards the bathroom, a promise of sorts. As you entered, you noticed him gently flicking the shower handle, the comforting rush of hot water filling the room. The bathroom quickly filled with the soothing sound of water droplets striking the tiles and steam enveloping you both in a hazy fog.

"I hope you don't mind me taking the lead," Suguru murmured, his lips finding their way to your throat for another tantalising kiss.

You returned his playful challenge with a smirk of your own, a glint flickering in your eyes. "Oh, I'm not about to let you take the lead that easily," you teased. "I'm a little competitive myself."

Suguru rolled his eyes in good humour, though he couldn't hide the soft moan that escaped his lips as he continued to pepper your neck with kisses. 

"Oh, is that so? I had no idea you were the competitive type," he remarked in a soft, teasing tone, before returning to nibble at your neck. "Not that I've ever minded you taking the lead," he added, his voice growing huskier once more.

You smiled as your hands explored the contours of his muscular torso, tracing each curve and ridge with an appreciative touch. "I know my way around you," you replied lightly.

Suguru chuckled warmly as he savoured your caresses. His voice remained deep and sultry as he spoke, "You know what you're doing, alright. I've never doubted that."

With Suguru following your lead, you both stepped into the already-running shower. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, a gentle torrent that embraced you in its soothing warmth.

Taking his hand in yours, you couldn't help but notice the firm and commanding grip of his hand, his long fingers enveloping your smaller one in a confident grasp. The sensation of his touch was like a reassuring rhythm against your skin. He gazed at you with a tender smile, allowing you to be his guide.

Suguru remained mostly quiet, his attention fixed intently on you as the water worked its magic, washing away the tensions of the day. You couldn't help but notice the subtle change in his breathing, a hint of heaviness in the air, though it was difficult to discern if it was solely due to the steamy heat or if there was something more driving his desire. 

Who were you kidding? The something more was because of you. All you.

With a gentle yet confident touch, you pushed Suguru beneath the warm, cascading shower stream. The water enveloped his body, making his body glisten and shimmer in its cradle. Your hands glided sensually across his slick, toned physique, your fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles.

As your lips met his neck, you couldn't help but murmur: "You're so gorgeous, you know." A soft declaration of your adoration.

Suguru allowed himself to fully surrender to the warm embrace of the shower. As the water poured over him, he leaned back against the tiled wall, letting the sensation of the water washing down his chest and through his hair consume him. The heat and moisture combined cleansed him of all the leftover tension from that awful party you had attended that evening.

Your hands continued to explore his body, and you marvelled at how soft and smooth his skin felt beneath your touch. The intimate caress elicited a quiet gasp from him, his eyes fluttering closed as he succumbed to the pleasure coursing through him. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he savoured the sensations.

When he opened his eyes and met your own, your kiss on his neck and your words had their desired effect. 

"Oh, you're making me blush," he admitted, his voice growing hoarse and raspy, betraying the thirst that pulsed through him in response to you.

A soft, affectionate laugh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms lovingly around Suguru's waist, pressing your body against his beneath the warm shower. Your lips continued their exploratory journey, planting kisses upon his chest and tracing delicate patterns across his damp collarbone.

"You're cute when you blush," you whispered against his skin.

Suguru reciprocated by wrapping his strong arms around you, drawing you closer. His lean and finely-toned physique pressed against your form, exuding a powerful yet sensuous strength. A soft, contented groan escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes in surrender to the delightful sensations you were bestowing upon him.

He smiled lazily as he indulged in the feel of your lips caressing his chest. "You're making me flustered now," he confessed with a quiet laugh.

"Come on, get with the program. Isn't that what I'm here for?" you teased.

Suguru's breath grew more pronounced, his desire palpable in the steamy confines of the shower. He looked down at you with mischief gleaming in his black eyes, the warm water sprayed off your intertwined bodies creating a gentle, sensual mist. 

He bit his lip. “I won’t argue, my love,” he said lowly, seeming quite relaxed despite his slightly heavy breathing. 

Suguru looked into your eyes as you smiled up at him, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep and fervent kiss. The warm water sprayed around, the showers of droplets dancing as they bounced off your entwined bodies.

A smile played on your lips as you kissed him, the taste of his mouth and the feel of your soaked bodies pressed tightly together igniting a fiery lust within you. Your fingers glided through his drenched hair, as if committing every one of those threads to kinetic memory. The bathroom was filled with the symphony of water droplets hitting the tiles, punctuated by the soft, contented sighs that escaped Suguru's lips as your kiss deepened and intensified.

With his arms wrapped securely around you, his fingers threading through your own hair, Suguru couldn't help but murmur his adoration between kisses. "You're just so... Mmm... Gorgeous," he breathed.

Suguru's skilled hands roamed sensually along your spine, his touch both tender and electrifying as he slowly drew you deeper into the warmth of the shower. The cascading water enveloped your bodies, the heat of it creating a sensuous cocoon that covered you from head to toe.

The passionate kiss continued unabated, your lips locked. In the midst of the fervour, Suguru bit your lower lip, a gentle yet exhilarating sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His hands caressed your body with a tender reverence.

Breaking away from the kiss, Suguru regarded you with a loving smile, his voice still husky from the ardour of your lips. "You're just too gorgeous," he whispered.

You let out a soft huff and offered a sheepish smile, your focus shifting away from Suguru as you focused on the water raining onto the tiled floor of the shower. However, Suguru wasn't about to let you hide from his adoring eyes. With a gentle touch, he used his curled index finger to lift your face, compelling you to meet his eyes once again.

"Won’t you see how I look at you?" he pleaded softly, his words carrying a profound sincerity. 

Your sight locked onto Suguru's with an intensity that mirrored the depth of your desire. Without hesitation, your lips met in a searing kiss, an unspoken promise—you would see for him, doing anything for him.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped both your arms around Suguru's backside, pinning him against the shower wall. Your teeth grazed his lower lip with a delicate bite, the steam from the water enveloping your intertwined bodies in a haze. You tilted your head back for a quick breath before crashing your lips against his once more, your kiss now infused with an even greater force.

Suguru, utterly mesmerised by you, reciprocated by wrapping his arms around you, drawing you closer still to the wall. His hand found the back of your head, guiding you closer to his eager lips as your mouths met once more. The sound of water splashing against your entwined bodies blended with the heavy rhythm of his breathing, and your hearts beat solely for each other.

As the passionate kiss continued, it seemed that Suguru had become immersed in the sensation of your bodies pressed together, the steamy shower a haven from the rest of the world.

As you kissed and sucked on Suguru's neck, a soft, pleasure-filled moan escaped his rosy lips. He instinctively tilted his head back, granting you better access to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Your hands, meanwhile, continued to explore his plush inner thighs, massaging and teasing in a way that was driving him wild.

The shower water continued to pour over your entwined bodies, and you relished the way your fingertips could so easily slide across his skin, feeling every dimple and scar. The bathroom was filled with the harmonious symphony of water droplets hitting the tiles, but it was Suguru's escalating panting and gasping for air that was the true melody.

In a low and breathy voice, Suguru whispered something indistinct, his words drowned out by the sounds of passion that surrounded you. Yet, his ragged breathing and the airy moans that escaped his lips conveyed a clear message—he was thoroughly enjoying your touch, and his arousal was unmistakable as you continued to stoke the flames between you.

"Hey, what was that?" you mumbled huskily into Suguru's ear, your warm breath tickling his skin before you playfully nibbled and licked his earlobe.

Suguru's lips curled, and he bit his lip ever so slightly. "Maybe I'll tell you... Maybe I won't," he teased, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

With a deliberately slow movement, Suguru inched his body closer to yours, your heated skin not even an inch apart. As you leaned in to continue, he reciprocated the gesture, his lips and tongue tracing tantalising patterns on your earlobe and neck. He moaned at the taste of your wet skin, lapping up the water droplets that slid down the curve of your neck.

His voice deepened into a husky, intimate tone as his hands moved sensually across your body, igniting a fiery desire between you. You felt his lips against your neck once more as he whispered, the words still eluding your ears, but the sensations he evoked with his touch and voice left no doubt about his intense longing for you.

You laughed lowly and took him into your hand, stroking the length of his cock at a slow and firm pace. You kept kissing his neck, biting and sucking bruise after bruise into the tender skin.

"You're such a tease. I'll find out eventually, y'know?" you muttered into his ear, nuzzling his neck. "You're lucky you're so stunning…"

He seemed startled for a moment at the sudden sensation, but then let out a small groan as he tilted his head back, resting it against the wall. He let out a soft moan as you caressed him, and you felt him get harder and more aroused by the second.

"Aw, do I look that good?" he said in a low and hoarse voice, as he looked at you and grinned again. "My love, you're just as stunning as I… Ah…!" Suguru said softly, but then his sentence was broken by a loud moan.

You let out a soft, almost conspiratorial chuckle, your warm breath teasing his earlobe, while your lips traced a tender path along his strong jawline. As you continued your gentle, rhythmic motion, your hand moved sensually up and down his dick that dripped with water and the beginnings of pre, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah, cat got your tongue?" you whispered, your voice a seductive murmur that danced through the stifling air. A sly grin curved your lips.

Meanwhile, your other hand confidently found its way to his sculpted waist, fingers delicately tracing the outlines of his chiselled abs, and then lingering across his Adonis lines. Each touch conveyed reverence, causing his heart to race so fiercely beneath his ribs that it ached. Oh, how he ached for you.

Suguru's laughter danced in the dimly lit bathroom, his delight palpable in the way he responded to your sensual touch. Each gentle stroke of your hand on his body seemed to coax another suppressed moan—a pleasure he held just beneath the surface.

As your fingers traced the contours of his well-defined abs, you couldn't help but notice the subtle flex and clench of his muscles beneath your touch. It was as if they responded to your every whim, like his body couldn’t help but tune itself to the melody that was your touch.

His breath, now hot and heavy, rushed against your ear as he whispered, "Y-you know what you're doing to me," he groaned.

Your lips, guided by revered lust, continued their trail down, tracing the contours of Suguru's chest with a fervent hunger. With each delicate kiss, your mouth left behind a trail of passionate lovebites, branding his muscles as your canvas of desire. His skin, marked by your affectionate assault, bore the purplish ardour of tender bruises.

Suguru's body quivered under your skillful touch, each caress sending ripples of delight through him. He instinctively braced himself against the cool, tiled bathroom wall, seeking support for the waves of pleasure that cascaded through his being, completely at your mercy.

Lost in him, you couldn't help but share your admiration, your voice a sultry whisper against his heated skin. "So pretty… You even sound pretty, darling," you murmured, the words punctuating the crescendo of your passion.

In response, Suguru surrendered to a symphony of soft, melodic moans, his body occasionally tensing in blissful response. Despite his valiant efforts to maintain control, his voice grew hoarser, and his breaths became laboured. His head rested gently against the wall, his eyes half-closed, his furrowed eyebrows a testament to his focus on every exquisite sensation you offered—your words, your voice, your touch—all conspiring to drive him to the brink of ecstasy.

You fixated on Suguru, and in that moment, he was an embodiment of artistry, his wet form glistening like a masterpiece in the soft, diffused light of the steamy bathroom. Every contour, every detail, accentuated by the water's caress, contributed to the breathtaking tableau before you.

As your hand expertly moved to stimulate him with a quickening rhythm, you couldn't help but be drawn to the way his hips responded eagerly, pushing into your touch with an instinctive urgency. His pretty cock—flushed, dripping, hard and aching—twitched in your hand as precum leaked from his slit. 

Your lips danced against his earlobe, and your words, laden with praise and sweet nothings, found their way into his ear, the intimacy of your murmurs amplifying the pleasure that coursed through him. Nuzzling his neck, your breath added a sidderent kind of warmth to the wetness of the falling water.

You posed a question that held a world of anticipation, "How's it feelin'?" The words, laced with a sultry undertone, hung in the steamy air.

Suguru's struggle to contain his ecstasy was evident in the way his teeth clenched, a valiant effort to suppress a moan, which instead escaped as a small, breathy gasp that hung in the steamy air. His voice, low and hoarse, betrayed the intensity of pleasure that coursed through him, the sensation leaving him breathless.

With a tender insistence, your lips pressing gently against his neck as you whispered, "Keep talking for me, darling. I wanna hear your pretty voice." Each kiss against his sensitive skin punctuated your longing, drawing him deeper into your enchantment.

Suguru, his eyes now fully closed in surrender to the pleasure you so skillfully delivered, responded in hushed tones, his voice a sultry confession, "Mm, I'm trying not… Not to make too many noises..." He bit his lip, a gesture of restraint, before succumbing to a faint, barely audible moan. "The neighbours might complain again…" he added, a playful reminder.

“They should be grateful to hear you,” you chuckled softly and whispered again in a low, husky voice. "Is it feeling good, Suguru…?" 

Suguru's reliance on your supportive hold continued, his weight leaning entirely into your body and the tiled wall as he trembled. The soft, and deep moans that continued to escape him were sweetest music to your ears.

"Y-Yeah it's… Yes… I feel… So g-good..." he managed to articulate before succumbing to a series of sounds and mumbles that were unintelligible. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, and his lips found solace in kisses and nibbles on your shoulder, moaning against your slick skin.

His hips, driven by a fervent and rhythmic thirst, pressed against you in an aggressive and insistent manner. The urgency of his movements communicated a longing beyond words, a primal need for connection and release. Suguru's breath, once controlled, now grew increasingly irregular, as he whined out your name between gasps.

Your whispered encouragement became a gentle coaxing that guided Suguru deeper into your realm. "That's it, gorgeous. Just give into the feeling, yeah?" you murmured.

Suguru's attempts at speech became more elusive, his voice now completely hoarse, his words reduced to unintelligible sounds and mumbles. His deep, raspy, and hoarse moans merged with his fragmented utterances, echoed like a siren’s call in the steamy confines of the bathroom.

Undeterred by his disorientation, Suguru continued to move his hips, grinding against your hand. His strong arms held you close, the intimacy of his embrace never faltering. 

Amidst the crescendo, your voice carried an irresistible urgency as you inquired, "How close are you?" 

Suguru's response was an embodiment of his unyielding dedication to conveying his speech to you, despite the increasing difficulty, his moans growing louder and deeper, mirroring the intense pleasure that coursed through his body. With each forceful thrust of his dick into your hand, he communicated his desperation for release.

Suguru gasped and bit his lip, attempting to articulate his thoughts through a storm of sensation. A fractured moan escaped his lips as he struggled to form words. 

"Y-you're so… So… I’m so… Close," he groaned, his voice barely audible, the words delivered in a hushed and breathless cadence—a declaration of the imminent climax that hung in the steamy air.

With an urgency that matched, your hand moved with a speed and intensity that sent Suguru spiralling into ecstasy. His hips stuttered into your hand as he let out a loud, uninhibited moan, your name escaping his lips like a reverent plea.

"You're beautiful… So, so pretty when you feel good," you whispered adoringly.

Suguru's breathing escalated into a rapid crescendo, his body writhing in the throes of pleasure as he struggled to articulate his overwhelming sensations. "Nngh… Y-you… You’re…" he tried to say, his voice trailing off into a series of breathy moans.

He clung to you tighter, his arms a reassuring anchor as he continued to thrust his hips into your hand, seeking the culmination of his desire. Your words, laden with sensual intent, only added to the intense experience:

"You like the way my hand feels wrapped around you? How it's making you feel so good?" you mumbled, biting his shoulder gently and eliciting a delightful whine from Suguru, who was now on the precipice of an explosive release.

As the pleasure swelled within Suguru, he teetered on the precipice of letting it wash over him, his control slipping away in the torrent of sensation. The hot coil tightened in his abdomen, and he surrendered himself to you. 

The pleasure continued its ascent, rising up through his body like a tempest, causing him to squeeze his eyes tightly shut. His breathing became erratic, each breath escaping him in small, quick bursts as he felt himself on the verge of an explosive release. However, with remarkable restraint, he summoned the willpower to hold it in, just as you preferred him to do.

In that moment, as he fought to contain the storm of pleasure that raged, Suguru's submission to your desires and his commitment to prolonging his climax told you everything you needed to know.

You were enamoured by Suguru's breathtaking form, drawn to the mesmerising sight of his rippling abs and bulging biceps, each muscle contracting with tremendous effort as he battled to not cum before you said so. The intensity of his struggle was mirrored in the fervent movements of his hips, which pressed insistently into your hand.

The room was thick with heat and steam, the air almost suffocating in its intensity while Suguru's body glistened with a seductive combination of sweat and water droplets. His thighs clenched with a subtle tension. Suguru's body seemed to radiate an almost feverish heat—a smouldering wildfire held at bay in your grasp as he pushed harder, driven by a primal need that defied control.

��Cum for me,” you whispered.

Suguru's orgasm surged through him with an intensity that shook his body violently, a breathtaking culmination of the heat and pleasure that had enveloped him. Your hand, now coated in warm, sticky cum, continued its tender ministrations, guiding him through the euphoric release.

Amidst this, you murmured praise into his ear, your words a soothing affirmation of the exquisite pleasure he had demonstrated. Suguru, still struggling to catch his breath, gradually began to relax as the waves of ecstasy subsided. A small, quiet moan escaped his lips, followed by a series of incoherent whimpering sounds.

His voice remained slightly hoarse, a lingering echo of the passion that had consumed him moments earlier. As the intensity of the moment receded, Suguru's chest gradually relaxed, and he moved slowly, his eyes briefly closing as he descended from the euphoric peak. 

As Suguru gradually regained his composure, his breathing began to steady, and you could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from his chest and arms. In his moment of post-climactic vulnerability, he whispered a soft and heartfelt "I love you," his voice rendered even more hoarse and resonant, yet undeniably sexy and deep. Another quiet moan escaped him.

You kissed his cheek tenderly, whispering: “And I love you.”

You rinsed the hot, sticky cum from your hand in the warm stream of water from the shower, allowing the aftermath to be washed away, leaving you both to bask in Suguru’s afterglow.

"D’you wanna… Go again?" he whispered softly, as he moved his arms back around you in a relaxed way. He was still catching his breath, but he couldn’t help being eager for more. Eager for you. 

In the clasp of Suguru's strength, you found solace and security, and you leaned into his body, the warmth of the shower's stream enveloping you both. As the soothing water dripped over your skin, it worked its magic in washing away any lingering tension, leaving behind contentment.

Your playful grin added a spark of anticipation to the steamy atmosphere, and you spoke with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, "Yeah, definitely. It's time you showed me what this is all about, no?" 

Suguru's response to your cheeky remark was an appreciative groan, a sound that conveyed thirst. With a promise of pleasure in his soft words, he moved his skilled hand towards you, his fingers starting to work their magic on your body.

As his hand glided over your back, you felt his fingers dig deep into your muscles, a skillful massage that melted away any residual tension. His thumb, with a perfect balance of pressure, began to rub and press against your shoulder and neck, sending waves of relaxation through your body.

You couldn't help but hum in response to his expert touch, leaning into it with a contented sigh. "You have talented hands," you mumbled appreciatively in response to the care he was lavishing upon you.

Suguru's hand possessed a remarkable blend of strength and precision, each movement of his fingers guided by a deep understanding of the contours of your body. He continued, gradually digging a little deeper and applying a touch more pressure, unlocking the knots of tension that had lingered within your muscles.

As his fingers traced the path over your shoulders and down your back, a sensuous shiver of pleasure coursed through you in response to his expert touch. His soft, appreciative murmur only added to the intimate experience. 

"Mmn… You're so soft…" he whispered, in awe of you.

You leaned into him, allowing your back to press against the warm, slick muscles of his chest as you closed your eyes and sighed with indulgence. The soothing rhythm of his touch and the shower's water combined to create a moment of pure bliss.

Suguru's tender exploration continued as he used his other hand to navigate the terrain of your head, fingers gently threading through your hair and tracing the contours of your scalp. The sensation was soothing, his touch a delicate caress that sent waves of relaxation flooding through you.

"Yeah, relax… Relax for me… Good, that's good," he whispered, his breath tickling the side of your neck. With each word and every stroke of his hand, he guided you deeper into a state of tranquil surrender.

Suguru's body, a paradox of strength and tenderness, enveloped you. With your back pressed against him, you could feel his thoughtful adjustments, his right leg shifting slightly to ensure your comfort, and his body moving closer to yours. His skilled hand continued its sensual exploration, now focusing on your lower back, kneading and rubbing in a way that sent waves of pleasure through you. 

Your mumbled words of appreciation, "Suguru... You make me feel so much," conveyed the depth of your desire, your adoration, your love.

In response, Suguru's voice, warm and reassuring, reached your ear as he nuzzled your neck, "That's what I'm here for."

Your lazy smile conveyed a sense of contentment as you tilted your head to kiss Suguru's strong, inviting jawline—you felt Suguru's head tilt downwards when you kissed his jaw, ever ready to revel in your affection.

Turning within his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a proper kiss. Your fingers slipped through his thick, dark hair, and he reciprocated by enveloping you in his strength, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

The sound of his raspy moan, a raw and primal expression of yearning, sent shivers of longing through your body, igniting a fiery passion in the pit of your stomach. 

Suguru's whispered plea, "Mmnn… Yes, God, yes… Kiss me..." his deep voice, tinged with a growling intensity, echoed through you.

Suguru's response was intense, his passion evident as he pressed you firmly against the wall, deepening the kiss with an unrelenting hunger. His laboured breathing, and the rhythmic movements of his hips grinding against your thigh, conveyed a longing that matched your urgency.

His hands moved with a skilled precision, repositioning you for greater comfort as the kiss grew more fervent. The graze of his teeth against your lips and tongue sent sparks of electricity through your body, each sensation a testament to the fiery passion that burned between you.

Suguru, ever the considerate lover, slowly pulled away from the kiss, his breath hot and heavy as he fought to hold back the noises of pleasure building within him, mindful of the neighbours. 

A playful tease escaped your lips as you whispered in a breathy voice, "You're no fun when you're so quiet."

"You make it hard to think, let alone speak," he admitted, his voice laced with affection.

The soothing waterfall of the shower continued to envelop both of your bodies, a backdrop to the growing intensity of your passion. With a tender gesture, you brushed some strands of wet hair away from Suguru's eyes, your actions a small but intimate act of care.

Suguru's hands, strong and sure, grasped your thighs, holding you in place for a moment as his chest pressed against you. In response, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your bodies pressed together against the slick, tiled shower wall as your passionate make-out session continued. The moans, the heat, and the humidity in the steamy bathroom only intensified.

Your whispered need, mumbled between kisses: "I want you... I want you," you fervently expressed, your words punctuating each passionate exchange of breath.

In response, Suguru's soft breath tickled your lips as he gently hushed you:

"Shhh..." he breathed, a calming gesture that invited you to savour the anticipation of what was to come. "Then take me… Take everything I have to give you."

His lips found yours once more, a tender seal of commitment before he pulled back slightly to allow you both a moment of anticipation. Your foreheads pressed together as you gazed into each other's eyes, and with a shared groan of pleasure, Suguru slowly slid inside you. The sensation was exquisite, and you panted as you adjusted to his size.

Running your hand through his sopping wet hair, you murmured, "Feels so good... Being with you," you declared in the heat.

"Mmmhm..."

The sensation of Suguru slowly moving inside you was divine—the familiar stretch, the familiar heat, the familiar lust. With your lips and your chests flushed, you were enveloped in a passionate connection that intensified with every thrust, and your toes curled as electricity shot up your spine, your toes curling.

His grunts and moans filled the steamy air as he lost himself in the intoxicating pleasure of being buried deep inside you. His face bore an expression of bliss: cheeks flushed, brows furrowed, lips parted, and his eyes briefly closing to savour your feel.

Suguru's movements became purposeful, his lips and tongue engaging with yours. Every thrust promised more pleasure, and he pressed against you with an urgency. His arms held you tightly as if he couldn't bear to let go, and a series of deep, animalistic grunts and moans of your name escaped him.

As the steamy shower water cascaded over both of you, Suguru's flushed face bore witness to the intensity of the moment. He moved with a deep and insatiable lust, the hunger in his movements growing more palpable with each passing second.

The rhythm of his thrusts quickened, and the air was hlaf-knocked out of your lungs as you cried out in response. Suguru's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours with increasing urgency, propelling you both closer to the brink of release. With every movement, his cock delved deeper inside you, his motions marked by an unmistakable desperation and eagerness.

Suguru felt your cunt contract and flutter around him as he thrusted inside you, a sensation that intensified the fervour of his movements. The room was filled with wet, lewd sounds of your bodies sliding against each other with each powerful thrust.

You both lost yourselves to the other’s ecstasy. Loud, passionate moans filled the steamy air as you both called out each other's names, your voices intertwined like your beings were.

In the throes of climax, your entire body convulsed, and you lost all control as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your muscles tightened around Suguru, and a scream of ecstasy escaped your lips, reverberating through the steamy shower. Your body moved and jerked uncontrollably—a surrender to the bliss that coursed through your veins.

Suguru, too, succumbed to the pleasure, letting out a sharp gasp as his entire body tensed. He froze for a moment, his cock twitching and trembling as he came so deeply inside you, filling up your pussy with his cum and marking the culmination of his own release.

As the ecstasy reached its peak, your bodies quivered with an explosive pleasure that left your minds blissfully blank, your hearts pounding in your chests. The intimate connection between you both deepened as hot, sticky cum dripped from inside you down your inner thighs, marking you as his, and him as yours.

Suguru remained connected with you, savouring the sensation of being buried deep inside your pussy, even if just for the closeness. The warm water continued to cascade over your entwined bodies, a soothing presence of its own.

As he looked down at you, Suguru couldn't help but notice the way you bit your lip, a telltale sign of the lingering sensations that coursed through your body and mind. With a tender gesture, he carded his fingers through your wet hair. Leaning down, he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

In the tranquil aftermath, you remained locked in a tender embrace, hearts beating in unison, surrounded by the warm, steamy cocoon of the shower.

The world outside the shower ceased to exist. It was just you and him; Him and you.

Just us.

a/n: we are going it ignore that the reader insert technically wore their makeup into the shower. whoopsie! anyway, this wasn't supposed to be this long... but soft suguru goes brrrrrrr. i need him to massage my left shoulder, it's fuckin killing me rn.

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[zarinaz]

·⠀⠀⠀⠀estava tão absorta com tudo que tinha visto que sequer conseguia reparar nos demais horrores que estavam acontecendo. aquilo era para ser um aniversário, era para estarem se divertindo. mas aparentemente, o conceito de diversão para os vilões incluía um pouco de maldade também.   “   stie... você não vai entrar nessa brincadeira, ok? isso é doentio e muito perigoso. por que a direção achou plausível fazer isso? por glinda! por favor, me fale que não vai nessa aberração em forma de brincadeira.   ”   pedira, ainda incrédula vendo as pessoas a sua volta. 

A pergunta fez o rapaz arquear as sobrancelhas em surpresa do comentário dela, olhando em volta para perceber algumas pessoas com a mão na região da garganta exatamente porque não conseguiam emitir um único som, nada saía e eles pareciam assustados com isso. “Zarina, como você não percebeu?” Perguntou entre uma risada baixa, indicando com a mão, algumas pessoas sem voz. “Até parece que não conhece a Úrsula, acha mesmo que vai deixar alguém ser melhor que ela? A pontuação máxima é dela e fim de papo. E ninguém iria passar vergonha na festa dela também, é até meio óbvio imaginar isso tudo acontecendo”

[zarinaz]

♡ ⠀ ⠀    ╱     ⠀ ⠀𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   @kaiunomeupapin​   ;

·⠀⠀⠀⠀a atmosfera na escola ainda reverberava com os acontecimentos, mas estar com kai era como se pudesse esquecer daqueles momentos em focar em coisas que a acalmavam. eles, em meio ao caos, tentavam aliviar o clima enquanto muitos se dividiam entre a desconfiança e o medo. nas entrelinhas de seus diálogos e olhares cúmplices, percebia-se um apoio silencioso que transcendia as barreiras das diferenças. caminhavam lado a lado pelos corredores da escola, trocando sussurros baixinhos. não conseguia deixar de se sentir agradecida pela amizade dele. sabia que, apesar das adversidades que enfrentavam individualmente, tinham um ao outro para compartilhar suas angústias naquele momento. estava fervilhando para o indagar sobre a corrida.   “   por favor, me conte alguma coisa meramente relevante. eu não aguento mais as pessoas falando a mesma coisa. eu sei que você tem algo bom para me contar.   ”

[hcwardz]

𓂅   ♡  ˖   ࣪   ⋆    flashback starter para @sebmarchetti.

era um dia mais triste do que parecia. se ainda estivesse casada, estaria comemorando dez anos de relacionamento e se fosse um pouco mais fértil, o resultado do teste de gravidez feito mais cedo poderia ter sido diferente. cecelia só queria reaprender a respirar, pois parecia que as memórias e acontecimentos recentes a faziam esquecer de coisas básicas como aquela. “ dia difícil? “ questionou a pessoa ao lado como um tipo de cumprimento soturno, sentando-se no banco do bar. não demorou a pedir algumas doses do drink mais forte que o barman conseguiria pensar, esperando que pudesse afogar todos os seus problemas em álcool. era sempre a mulher forte, responsável, inquebrável, mas naquele momento só queria poder ser frágil e desmoronar em paz.

[zarinaz]

♡ ⠀ ⠀    ╱     ⠀ ⠀𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕​𝒉 @abirshinha 𝒊𝒏   passeio de submarino    ;

·⠀⠀⠀⠀assim que notou o que havia feito e onde estava, sua única mão livre foi de encontro ao acento, o segurando com força. “   eu não acredito que fui burra nesse ponto.  ”   não tinha talassofobia, até onde sabia, mas a ideia de andar de submarino por onde quer que fosse não agradava zarina nem um pouco. poderia enumerar as coisas que dariam errado, o que não era de seu costume fazer, mas devido a sua falta de sorte nos últimos tempos, ela não duvidaria de nada. e ainda havia a passagem daquela maldita estrela cadente. a única coisa que sua mente pensava era em todas as possibilidades e se ela seria azarada o suficiente para se acometer a cada uma delas. “   você já andou nesse treco antes? tipo, nesse daqui mesmo. viu se o pessoal que entrou antes da gente voltou são e salvo? ” aguentava quimeras, mas preferia passar o mais longe possível de monstros marinhos.