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[homcleaningservicesingurgaon]

Signs Your Washing Machine Needs Repair and Where to Get Help in Gurgaon

A washing machine is one of the most important appliances in any household, making laundry tasks more manageable and efficient. However, like any other machine, it can develop issues over time. Recognizing the signs that your washing machine needs repair can save you from a complete breakdown and costly replacements. Here are some common signs that indicate your washing machine needs professional attention and where to get help in Gurgaon.

1. Unusual Noises

One of the most noticeable signs that your washing machine needs repair is unusual noises:

Grinding or Squeaking: These noises could indicate a problem with the drum bearings, drive belts, or motor.

Thumping or Banging: This usually means the machine is unbalanced, which can be due to worn shock absorbers or a broken suspension system.

2. Excessive Vibration

While some vibration is normal, excessive shaking or moving during the spin cycle can be a sign of:

Unbalanced Load: Ensuring the load is evenly distributed can sometimes resolve this issue.

Worn Dampers: These components help to absorb the shock and vibration; if worn out, they need to be replaced.

3. Water Leaks

Water leaking from your washing machine is a clear sign that something is wrong:

Hose Issues: Check for cracks or loose connections in the inlet and drain hoses.

Door Seal Problems: A damaged or worn-out door seal can cause leaks during the wash cycle.

4. Failure to Start

If your washing machine fails to start, there could be several underlying issues:

Power Supply Problems: Ensure the machine is properly plugged in and the circuit breaker hasn’t tripped.

Faulty Lid Switch: For top-loading machines, the lid switch may be defective.

Control Board Issues: A malfunctioning control board can prevent the machine from starting.

5. Incomplete Cycles

If your washing machine stops mid-cycle or doesn't complete a cycle, it may be due to:

Timer or Control Panel Malfunctions: Issues with these components can interrupt the wash cycle.

Drainage Problems: If the machine can’t drain properly, it might halt the cycle to prevent flooding.

6. Water Doesn’t Fill or Drain Properly

Problems with water filling or draining can be caused by:

Clogged Filters: The filters may be blocked, preventing water from entering or exiting the machine.

Faulty Pumps: The pump may be malfunctioning, which can affect water flow.

7. Clothes Come Out Soaking Wet

If your clothes are still soaking wet after the spin cycle, it indicates:

Spin Cycle Issues: The machine may not be spinning properly due to a belt or motor problem.

Drainage Problems: Water not draining completely can also leave clothes wet.

Where to Get Help in Gurgaon

When you notice any of these signs, it’s essential to seek professional help to avoid further damage to your washing machine. Here are some reliable washing machine repair services in Gurgaon:

1. Repairo

Repairo is known for its quick and reliable appliance repair services in Gurgaon. Their experienced technicians can diagnose and fix a wide range of washing machine issues, ensuring your appliance is back in working order promptly.

2. Urban Company (formerly UrbanClap)

Urban Company offers comprehensive home services, including washing machine repair. Their certified professionals provide efficient and high-quality repair services, backed by positive customer reviews.

3. Lifeasy

Lifeasy provides hassle-free repair services for various home appliances, including washing machines. They offer transparent pricing, experienced technicians, and a focus on customer satisfaction.

4. Justdial

Justdial is a platform that connects you with numerous repair service providers in Gurgaon. You can compare different options, read customer reviews, and choose the best service for your needs.

5. Sulekha

Sulekha offers a network of verified washing machine repair professionals in Gurgaon. You can check ratings, read reviews, and get quotes to make an informed decision.

Tips for Choosing the Right Repair Service

When selecting a repair service, keep the following tips in mind:

Check Reviews and Ratings: Look for positive customer feedback to gauge the quality of the service.

Verify Experience and Certification: Ensure the technicians are certified and have experience repairing washing machines.

Compare Pricing: Request quotes from multiple service providers to compare pricing and services offered.

Look for Warranties: Choose a service that offers warranties on repairs and parts for added peace of mind.

ConclusionRecognizing the signs that your washing machine needs repair can prevent further damage and ensure your appliance runs smoothly for years to come. If you encounter any issues, don’t hesitate to contact a professional repair service. In Gurgaon, reputable services like Repairo, Urban Company, and Lifeasy offer expert solutions for washing machine repair in Gurgaon to keep your appliance in top condition. By choosing the right repair service and addressing problems promptly, you can avoid the inconvenience of a broken washing machine and ensure your laundry tasks remain hassle-free. Keep an eye on your appliance’s performance and seek professional help when needed to enjoy the convenience of a well-functioning washing machine.

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[kiwikoopa]

If you use a communal laundromat and leave your stuff in the dryers for more than 5 minutes after it's done, I'm going to find you and I'm going to kill you.

[jjenthusee]

Subtle Stitches

jason todd x reader

A/N: i had an idea then it kinda spiraled? idk if in a good or bad way but i kept adding more and more. i’m also so exhausted from day to day life so this is to comfort myself HAHAHA so ENJOY :D

Tags: fluff, domestic jason, silly jason, toxic jason if u squint but i’m blind to that 😌 and slight angst but all is well :)

You tiredly started putting clothes in the washer, throwing mixed pieces of clothing from your pile and Jason’s pile.

Colors were first, a mixture of fabrics placed in the machine.

After emptying the laundry basket, you remembered the shirt you threw on the floor from this morning. A bad habit you’ve started to pick up as you rushed to get to work on time.

Unsure of the precise outfit you wanted, multiple changes, then changing back into the original outfit, it gave you a pile of clothes thrown last minute.

You grabbed the shirt off the floor.

It wasn’t dirty necessarily, but now you wanted to wash it.

On your way back from the bathroom, you noticed a spare sock thrown sadly outside the door.

Then a completely different lone sock in your bedroom and a pair of pants you left to air-dry, but never bothered to put away still on the dining chair.

You gotta work on this bad habit you’ve developed, but after working all day and getting home late, you hadn’t been able to give yourself any down time, let alone complete any chores.

You hadn’t even seen Jason. Only giving him quick morning forehead kisses before work as he sleepily tried to cling onto your waist.

Wrapping a strong arm around you, locking you permanently to his side.

You had no idea how his sheer strength kept you in place as he lazily laid on the bed, but after much convincing that you had to fulfill your portion of the rent and several kisses to Jason’s face, did he finally let you go.

As much as it pained you to leave, you loved the wrinkled clothes left by his adamance to throw you back on the mattress next to him.

It felt like every weekday, he was getting closer to convincing you to drop everything, ditch the city, go off-grid and live deep in the woods surviving off berries and spring water, but alas you silently trudged yourself to the bus stop.

You left like a soldier going off to war, sworn to duty while their partner, like Jason, held their tears and waved a white handkerchief as the city bus wisped you away to 8+ hours of labor.

Both of your schedules, opposite of one another, never aligned. Jason swung the city in the peak of the night, under the stars and amongst the ongoing sirens, but you had the most torturous criminal in all of Gotham, a 9-5. It waited for you, forbade you from staying out too late.

You once joked to Jason over dinner that he should leave a small token of…warning to your boss, for a needed day off, but when Jason didn’t laugh and comfort you like you expected, you made sure to make him pinky promise he wouldn’t physically or mentally harm your boss.

When he wouldn’t wrap his pinky with yours, you refused to eat the warm meal he cooked. After dismissing every possible way he could make your boss beg, he reluctantly sworn the great promise of pinkies to not do any permanent harm in favor of you eating.

With a worrisome look, you took slow bites, watching Jason act like he didn’t create new torture tactics at a family dining table.

After another additional verbal reassurance from the man and an unconvincing sigh, he only agreed that if you promised to never miss a goodbye kiss before work, then he would follow any rule you set.

So far, no broken promises and no mass emails about a sudden company shut down due to threats, so it was a win?

Even then, they could force you to work remote, so unless Jason unrelentingly asks Tim to shut down all power and service in the area, you still had to be a working citizen.

The commute to and from work already took up most of your minimal free time, so it felt like you woke up to work, ate a quick meal, then fell asleep to wait for the next work day.

Luckily in the rare moments, Jason got to get a quick kiss on your shoulder before going out for patrol. Usually you were passed out on the couch, but with a beautifully handwritten note from your lover, you woke up on the bed thanks to Jason carrying you.

You needed a Jason recharge soon, but that had to be until the weekend and for work to even out before you got that luxury.

While the clothes were being washed, you started a small water to clean the dishes.

Soapy bubbles coating your hands as you washed the utensils that Jason used to make you daily lunches.

You almost cry at every lunch, adoring the beautiful meal that graced you, made with the scarred and gentle hands of Jason.

With the last pot placed on the drying rack, you sent one last text for the night.

You: clothes in the wash, was gonna put them in the dryer but i’m frog blinking and i need to sleep \(o-0)/

jay: ok, got the dishes when i get back :)

You: already washed them :(((

jay: how dare u be a responsible adult

You: i’ll repent 😔

jay: 12 years in the slammer, community service, and a lunch date with me on saturday

You: yes sir 🫡 i promise to reduce my sentence for good behavior

As you finished brushing your teeth, you noticed Jason’s jacket thrown on the couch.

You were surprised he didn’t take it out on patrol, but after the last stabbing incident there were relatively large holes in the sleeves and pocket.

You were grateful that most of the damage was in the jacket and not Jason, but he still kept it.

After looking at its sad state, you offered to shop for a new jacket together, but Jason was reluctant. Saying it could be fixed.

With a small smile, you grabbed the coat, grabbing your mending kit that you got for free from a hotel you stayed at a while back.

You messily stitched the first hole, but after finding the right pace, muscle memory kicked in and you finished up the stitching.

Not the best work, but you hoped the dark color would hide any mishaps and make it seamless.

When the handiwork was done, you left the jacket as you saw it and went to bed.

—

When work eased up, you almost got to see Jason for a full evening.

You cuddled on the couch, your legs over his, leaning on the pillows.

Engrossed in the movie, but time for patrol was near and Jason had to move your legs and get up to get his gear on.

When he reappeared from the bedroom, you saw the mended jacket back on his broad shoulders.

With a quick kiss goodbye, a quiet shut from the window, you finished the movie. Happy that you managed to save the jacket that Jason refused to let go.

After a couple nights, work was tougher on your body than usual and the jacket was back on the couch. A new tear on the sleeve that you closed up.

The several patchwork was starting to concern you.

You have to convince him that he needed a new jacket. One without tears preferably.

“Jay, I’m running out of thread. I think it’s time.” You tiredly held the worn out jacket in your lap. Poking the needle into the fabric, careful to not prick yourself.

“No, it’s still got some life. Since you’ve sewn it, it’s never looked better.” Jay washed the dishes.

“I’ve heard Roy ask if you tried to sew it yourself. I know it’s not the best work, but even you’re more meticulous than I am.” You knotted the end of the thread, cutting off the excess.

“Roy can’t even tie his shoes, so don’t listen to him.” Jason turned on the faucet, letting the water flow into the sink.

“I know we’re both busy, but I can run to the store after work to buy you one. I saw a really nice one that would look great, It’s not far and I can take the next bus—“ You tried to reason.

“Absolutely not, you already know how I feel about you taking that route so late.” Jason scrubbed the plate.

“I’ll go with a coworker, we do leave in groups anyway. It’s just once—“ You sighed, folding the jacket.

“No, this isn’t something you can convince me on.” Jason placed the glass plate down, a little more harshly than he wanted, but he grabbed a mug without stopping. “I have to meet Babs and Steph to talk about the recon tomorrow, I won’t be in the area.” Sternness filled Jason’s voice, unconvinced.

“Jason, we’ve talked about this, I can go—“

“I don’t want to risk it.” Jason held the cup, frustration in his eyes as he stared it down.

“But, I want to do this for you. We haven’t—“ You pushed, exhaustion making your patience thin.

“I said no!” Jason raised voice, shutting yours down.

The mug shattered in the sink. Jason flinched as if even he was shocked by his own reaction.

The faucet continuously ran water as all noise surrounding you stopped. Like it was inconsiderate to the tension that built in your apartment.

You sat for a moment before walking over to shut the water off.

“I’m—I’m so—“ Jason fumbled.

You looked into the sink, at the aftermath of the pieces of the mug that had snipped his fingers.

You calmly grabbed the sponge soaking up Jason’s blood as he stood there, letting you maneuver his body like a puppet.

You can rinse and sanitize the dishes later, but you grabbed a kitchen towel. Letting Jason sit at the dining table as you patched him up.

“I’m not mad, Jay. I was just surprised.” You disinfected his cuts, no reaction from Jason, probably from years of experienced pain. Years of trying to patch himself up.

It saddened you.

You didn’t realize the privilege of hating the pain of paper cuts and not stab wounds. Hating the sting of alcohol, not digging out bullets out of your skin.

“I know we haven’t seen each other and I’ve been missing you.” You cleaned up the miscellaneous bandage wrappers and sat in front of Jason. “But, you’re more stubborn than usual about this new jacket.”

You looked at Jason who was avoiding your eyes, rubbing at the bandages covering his skin.

With a sigh, he reached for your hand. A silent reassurance as he found the words.

“I’ve missed you too. That jacket—it’s been with me since I’ve met you. I’ve had it too long to just get rid of it.” He admitted, fluffy hair drooping the more he talked.

He continued.

“It’s just…hard to part with it. When I saw the new stitches, it felt good that a part of you was with me on patrol. We’ve also been so busy, I can only see you for a split second before one of us leaves. I know you wanna replace it, but…I need it.” Jason rubbed at your knuckles.

You put your hands on top of Jason’s, reciprocating the rubs as you listened.

“I didn’t know.” You gazed up to Jason, who hung his head down.

Vulnerability was a step that both of you had to learn. You focused too much on Jason, constantly forgetting about your own feelings and Jason still needed help in rightfully expressing his emotions.

You had barely made time to enjoy each other and despite living with one another, you weren’t updated in each other’s lives.

“I’m sorry.” You pecked Jason’s hands.

“Why are you apologizing? I raised my voice and broke a cup.” Jason leaned forward, hesitantly bringing his face and body closer to yours.

You stayed still, not to frighten his advances, to tell him it was okay.

“I would’ve known about this if I had made time for us. I’ve been so focused on work that I haven’t been able to even do simple chores.” You touched your forehead to Jason’s. “I’m so tired. I just want to sleep in next to you and go for a lunch date. But even that’s asking for too much, I guess.”

The vulnerability covered the two of you in a single blanket. Protecting and helping both of you finally be honest.

“No, no, don’t apologize for that. I was ready to help you in any way I could.” Jason kissed your eyelids as you closed them, the exhaustion slowly easing from your bones as you kept contact with him.

He held your face, hands wrapped in bandages.

“All I ask is you take care of yourself.” Jason whispered. Watching your lips, watching your eyes.

“All I need is my Jason recharge. I’m on empty.” You lightly chuckled, sleepiness apparent in your voice.

“I think I could spare some time.” Jason teased, kissing the corner of your lips.

You nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Shut up and kiss—.” You breathlessly pulled at Jason’s shirt.

Before you could even finish your request, Jason leaned in, using his thumb to rest on your chin, opening your mouth for him.

The rhythm was slow.

Jason always started like that, letting you control how far and how soon you wanted him.

Your face heated, letting feeling take over.

Your grip on his shirt got tighter.

Jason pulled your chair closer.

When it wasn’t close enough, he grabbed you to sit on his lap.

Effortlessly, you rested yourself on his thighs, making your body flush with his.

Grabbing at the roots of his hair, you tried to inhale his hums.

Your imaginary battery was slowly filling, maybe you would need to take this a step further for a full recharge.

As Jason’s grip got stronger on your skin, your breaths louder, and the more you pulled at his hair, he got more restless.

In one lift, Jason got you off his lap, laying you onto the dining table.

He leaned his body between your legs.

You watched his beautiful flush face as he lifted your shirt, his hands just as flushed as he kissed down your abdomen.

“Jay, I think I’m too tired to help you.” You breath hitched.

“Relax, this is my recharge too.” Jason leaned his cheek on the inside of your thighs, kissing the sensitive skin before a call rung from his phone.

It vibrated repeatedly as Jason continued to keep his attention on you.

When the ringing stopped, you could focus again.

Then the same ringtone started again as Jason’s face scrunched.

“Dammit, I’m gonna kill whoever—“ Jason reluctantly walked away from the table you laid on.

“You better be on the verge of dying, so I can go over there and finish the job, Dickwad.” Jason watched you sit up.

Another huff came out of his mouth as he was not pleased that he wasn’t getting his alone time with you.

Then your phone rung from the chair you were previously on.

Your stupid boss had decided to call about some other task he thought was too important for him.

With reluctance, you answered.

Both of you were disappointedly looking at each other as you were both occupied.

When both calls ended, you silently stared at each other.

You sat on the edge of the table and Jason stood in front of you.

He offered you a hand and you slowly fell into Jason. Burying your face into his chest.

“Sadly, we’re both needed somewhere. I think we need to take a rain check.”

“Can’t believe I have to set up an appointment to get laid.” Jason sighed into you.

You laughed out loud.

“Maybe if a miracle happened tomorrow, but we have the weekend.” You kissed Jason one last time.

—

The next morning, you woke up passed your alarm. Jason’s muscular arms and his even breaths were too soothing that it blocked out the repeated ringing.

The bus was arriving in 15 minutes.

You rushed outta bed, grabbing your keys, putting on mismatching socks on the floor.

Jason lazily perched his head up at all your movement, absently watching you run around.

“Sweethe—“ He called out.

“Shit, did I finish the report?” You ran to grab your laptop.

“My lo—“

“My watch! Crap, I didn’t iron my shirt for the meeting today.” You grabbed your bag.

“What about—“ Jason tried to interrupt.

“I gotta go, but let’s eat out tonight? I’ll call you when I get off.” You ran out the door, blowing air kisses to Jason.

You barely managed to get on the bus before the doors shut and you were scrambling to get yourself in a seat.

After a deep breath, you were gonna make it to work.

A late start, but you made it. You stepped off the bus, walking to the large building that made your jaw drop the first time you laid eyes on it, but it didn’t seem all that spectacular after a couple years of seeing it.

As you were walking, several people were rushing out the building.

Crowds walking out in large strides, taking what they could as papers fumbled out the doors.

You watched in confusion.

What sick villain was wreaking havoc on your building at eight in the morning?

You were about to turn around when your coworker bumped into you.

“Thank goodness you’re out. I was worried when I couldn’t find you.” They grabbed your arm, giving you a once over as you stood there.

“What happened?” You looked up at the building. It seemed fine.

“We gotta go, they got the boss and I don’t wanna be next.” Your coworker pushed you across the street, trying to get you farther from the sea of people shoving you outta the way.

“What?”

“I don’t know, but it all happened so fast, then all the alarms started and ya know when shit starts happening you gotta get outta there. One moment I was making scans, then the boss’ computer flew right by head and his glass walls were shattering. I saw the back of a big red guy and I just got this job, so I ran. I only need to see the back of Nightwing, if you know what I mean—“ You coworker rambled.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes widening at the realization.

“That son of a—“ You raised your voice before your phone rung from your pocket.

You angrily tapped the accept button before you were yelling at the invisible person, yanking your arm out of your coworkers.

“You crazy motherfucker—“ You swerved your body back toward the building, tension built up in your bones that you could only angrily walk back to the building in chaos.

Tons of employees dodging you.

“You forgot your lunch, so I decided to deliver it myself. I hope I got the right floor—“ Jason sung into the phone, walking past a suited man kneeling on the floor, glass digging into his knees.

“What are you doing?!” You marched to the front entrance, gripping your phone as you shoved the doors open.

Jason walked over to sit in the swivel chair, pushing himself to spin once and throw his boots on the overpriced desk. Not caring about dirtying the papers on it.

“Don’t worry, my love. We all make mistakes. We can all be forgetful.”

“What?!” You pushed the elevator button, waiting for the doors to open, but the wait only made you angrier.

“You broke a promise, sweetheart.” Jason spun a pen on his finger, letting gravity and motion balance the pen perfectly.

“What are you talking about.” You entered the elevator and pushed the button for your floor.

“You can’t even remember.” Jason glanced over to your boss still on the floor, motioning with his hands dramatically pointing to the phone. “What am I going to do? This is ridiculous, right?”

Despite your boss not being able to hear the conversation, he fearfully nodded his head quickly, not quite understanding why the Red Hood made a visit in broad daylight. Sweat beating on his forehead.

As Jason counted the elevator rings for every floor you passed, he smiled while on you stayed on the line.

Covering the bottom half of the phone, Jason looked at your boss, his helmet staring down the man.

“Beat it.” Jason commanded, not an ounce of the sweet playfulness he spoke with before.

Your boss was frozen, scared and confused as he looked back at the vigilante sitting in his chair.

In one motion, Jason nodded at the door, never saying another word as your boss ran out the door, throwing his body into the emergency exit stairwell, hopping down the steps.

Now with the man gone, Jason strolled to the elevator.

“You better be gone when I get there Jason Peter Todd—“ As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jason grabbed you, swinging you into his arms as he lifted his helmet and passionately kissed you in the aftermath he created.

In one woozy turn, you were back on your feet as you tried to process everything.

“Now that you fulfilled your promise, I would tell you to have a nice day at work, but, well…” Jason glanced around the office floor. Some lights burnt out and others flickered. You watched as glass littered the floor and chairs were thrown as everyone fled their way out. “You might be out for a couple days. The food is probably cold anyway, so let’s go out for lunch instead.” Jason grabbed you by your waist as he led you to a window he smashed open.

He smugly took your hand and swung your arms as he spoke, overjoyed.

“Watch your step, please.”

“You’re so dead when we get home.” You grabbed onto his arm, afraid to look out the edge of the building.

“What’s another death?” Jason held you tightly to his side. “If it’s by your hands, I’d face death any day.” He looked at you through the red helmet, his words modulated. It would’ve been swoon worthy if he didn’t just evacuate your entire work building, probably humiliated your boss, and costed you your job.

“I’m for sure fired.” You hit your head against Jason’s chest plate.

“Tim wiped all the service and power a mile out. Cameras stopped working before I even stepped in here. I tampered with the security myself, a personal touch. It’s like you weren’t even here, besides your boss isn’t so innocent, but Dick’s got him, he owes me for last night.” Jason’s gloves rested on your sides.

“How did you even convince him?” You couldn’t believe Jason would even ask for the help.

“Blackmail.”

You didn’t believe a second of anything that came out of Jason’s mouth.

After you gave a blank face to Jason, his helmet was looking back at you until he finally broke.

“Fine, it was a humiliating picture of Bruce I’ve kept for the perfect opportunity.”

“You risked all that because I forgot a goodbye kiss?” You raised an eyebrow.

“That you promised.” Jason emphasized.

You could only laugh out of disbelief.

“Fair enough.” You looked out toward the blue sky, wind picking up against your face at this height. “Your banned from any kisses for a week for this.”

“Sorry, wind is picking up!” Jason fell out the window with you in his arms. Grappling hook dragging your bodies across the city.

[attapullman]

Robert's Laundry Service | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: A broken washing machine and a clogged bathroom sink lead you and Robert to explore the next part of your secret relationship.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Bob Floyd x afab!reader, no use of pronouns, no y/n, a little angsty, very smutty, 18+ ONLY as always, unprotected PinV, use of sex toys, language, a lot of cum mentions, neighbor!Bob being perfect as usual

A Note From Mo: Did anyone else miss neighbor!Bob? He needed some love, and that's what he's getting today! Thank you to @roosterforme for inspiring this idea that I took entirely too far. If anyone needs me, I'm going to be hoping that he moves into the empty apartment next to mine 🙏 p.s. this takes place before Stupid White Car

It’s hard to pay attention to the bad diagnosis he’s giving when your visual is just those threadbare grey sweats. Painted to his strong thighs, poking out from behind the washer like a personal serving of eye candy. You’re meant to be shining the flash light, but you long abandoned that task in favor of the view.

“…you can borrow mine in the meantime. I’ll call a guy Monday.”

Reluctantly, you draw your eyes from his lower half. Just as his words sink in.

“It’s broken?!”

Robert gives you a kindly amused grin. “Sweetheart, did you hear anything I’ve been saying?”

You grace him with a sheepish smile, caught red-handed.

“The tube disconnected from the wall and needs to be properly - professionally - connected before you use it again. I know it’s not the same, but you can do laundry at mine until someone comes out. I can make you tea and we can watch that undercover dating show you like?” His soft smile is as sweet as his offer.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Hey now, you like that show too.”

Those cornflower blues shine, glad you’re not objecting. “I do, but only because it’s funny when you yell at the drama.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and guides you away from the laundry, back to where the two of you had been trying to decide on takeout over a game of checkers. Allowing him to drag you down to the couch, hips colliding into the soft fabric, you resume a lovely afternoon with Robert. 

Robert, your helpful Mr. Fix It neighbor. And maybe, one day, your boyfriend.

Robert lending you his laundry room for the weekend is so generous. It feels a bit silly carrying your delicates through his back yard (especially when you know a few pairs are crusty from your…sleepovers) but you’ll take his selfless offer if it means clean laundry and a lovely afternoon spent with him. 

As you work your way past the kitchen, you’re caught off-guard once again by how charming his home is. The little bits of personality, the framed photographs and handmade trinkets. While you know he can’t get any more perfect, his home makes a compelling argument.

The laundry room is fairly unremarkable - washer, dryer, large farmhouse sink for the unsavory jobs too nasty for the kitchen - but you do like his view of the neighborhood from the window. You’re almost curious if anyone will walk by and notice you standing in the wrong house, lacy balconette bra in hand.

Already regretting the amount of folded laundry you’re going to have to haul back through the gate after this, you begin prepping a load of lace and satin. Brainstorming ways to expedite the process, you overshoot pouring detergent into the water-filled drum and spill the cobalt goo all over your hand. Shit.

You rush over to the sink, subjecting yourself to freezing water to wash the detergent off your fingers. Once sufficiently clean, you reach for a cloth to dry off. And that’s when you see it. 

Oh. You’ve never seen one in real life before, just in porn and the odd naughty ad while scrolling. It almost feels as if you’re being punk’d. Like if you sliced through it, it would actually be cake.

A cock ring, soft silicone and all. Casually sitting on the sideboard, freshly cleaned.

Every muscle in your body freezes as the implications of seeing something so private wash over you. Something meant between lovers that you had never seen in the weeks since that fateful night you let him in for a cup of tea. 

It’s been a few days since you had last slept over. A scary sinking feeling fills your gut…was there someone else? 

You had been so focused on the neighborhood not knowing. Staying in your homes, using the back gate. It wasn’t like you had ever verbalized your intentions with him. You couldn’t blame him for thinking the two of you as casual, as much as it twisted your insides.

As your thoughts spiral, there’s motion in the doorway and Robert is suddenly there, big shoulders and a soft smile on his face at seeing you in his space. Exactly where he wants you.

“You get it going in here? Find the detergent okay?”

Those kind cobalt eyes follow your gaze to the sink, where you can’t break your focus on the dark silicone device. The one he meant to put away before you came over. His cheeks flush as he steps into the room to attempt to explain why he has something so private sitting out - in his laundry room of all places.

But as he goes to open his mouth, you cut him off. “You don’t have to explain. I don’t need to know everything in your….sex life. You’re obviously welcome to do whatever you like in the privacy of your home.”

His eyebrows raise, unsure why you seem so upset when the only issue is a clogged sink in the ensuite last night. 

You edge around him, desperate to get out of this space - his space - away from everything that reminds you of him as he figuratively slips through your fingers. “We never discussed being exclusive, so I get it.”

“What are you-?”

Tears threaten to spill over as he follows you toward his back door. “But if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with us seeing other people, so-”

Robert’s eyes bug out of his head. Seeing other people? His blood pressure rises as the dots connect behind those pretty eyes, and suddenly he’s racing to cut you off. You’re faster than you look, but before you can turn the handle of the back door he’s plastered his body against the wood, effectively blocking you from leaving.

The pain behind your eyes begs him to move, to let you run back to the safety of your own home so you can cry and despair over not locking him down sooner. Of course there’s someone else. Of course you’re not the only one who can see how great Robert Floyd is.

“Robert, I need to leave. I need a moment alone. Please.”

But he holds his ground. The second you walk through that door he knows he’s lost you. His eyes are cautious behind those thick lenses, wanting to obey your wishes but the risk of losing you making every nerve stand on end. Whatever is wrong, he can fix this. He will fix it.

“Sweetheart.” His fingers reach into the space between you, hand clenching into a fist when he’s unsure whether he’s allowed to touch you right now. “There isn’t anyone else. I promise, you’re…you’re the only one.”

You eye him hesitantly, wanting to believe his words. But that cock ring has never made an appearance in your sleepovers. Never once brought up when he’s standing between your parted thighs, lips slotted against yours.

“I really want to believe you, I do. But why else would you be cleaning your, erm, toy?” You can’t bring yourself to say cock ring without bursting into frustrated tears.

It’s now that the fight within him drops, and immediately his shoulders release. Embarrassment floods his features and he drops his gaze, no longer able to look you in the eye. This is not how he anticipated bringing this dynamic into your relationship.

“That…it’s…I-I use it when I’m alone. I like to, uh, edge myself.”

His cheeks are flaming and the burning despair inside you dissipates into intrigue. A flame traipses through your abdomen, curious and hungry.

“You use it…alone?”

He desperately nods, tentatively reaching out to grasp your hands, needing to feel you. Those thick, strong fingers rub against your knuckles soothingly. Despite the whiplash of emotions conflicting inside you, his presence immediately soothes and you lean into his touch.

“The nights you can’t come over…I prefer to save my orgasms for you. Only you.”

His blush reflects yours as you look into those ocean-deep eyes, the desperation clear across his features. He’s being honest, laying out every last secret he’s got to keep you here.

“So, there’s no one else?” Your voice feels so small, barely a whisper in the kitchen.

He shakes his head definitively, using his grip on your hands to bring you closer as he stares deep into your eyes. “There’s no one else. And the fact you would even think that means I’m not doing a good enough job proving how much I care for you. Because I like you so much, sweetheart, so, so much.”

The tension in your body breaks, and you allow yourself to lean into his strong body. His panic dissipates as he holds you to him, one arm flush against your waist as his hand holds your face to his chest. He’s never letting you go, of that he knows for sure.

He can’t believe there would be any doubt in your mind of his intentions. The sleepovers, the dinners in, the way he’s made a home between your thighs…that makes you official, doesn’t it? He’s never been one for the right words, but he was pretty sure his actions proved he was in this for the long haul. 

You’re too important to mess up. To allow any seed of doubt to spread. 

His nose traces along your temple, warm breath kissing the delicate skin. “Can I take you to bed, sweetheart?” 

Your face lifts from his chest to take in his honest face. The loose tendril of sun-lightened brunette that’s escaped his neat hairstyle. The thin lopsided smile you trust in. Eyes behind corrected lenses that are serious and playful in the same breath. 

In lieu of an answer, you mold your lips to his, drinking in his taste you’ve deprived yourself of for days. His kindness and sincerity sink into you, surrounding you the pleasantly overwhelming way his body does as he wraps around you. Holding your hips as he swallows your tongue, shifting himself to feel every dip and curve of your body.

As his lips find your neck, the laundry room comes back into view. A delicious thought swirls in your mind and the words burst from your mouth.

“Can I see?”

He nuzzles against your jaw, grinding his erection against your thigh. 

“See what?” He’s distracted by how good you smell, how soft your skin feels beneath his fingers.

“I want to see you with the cock ring. Show me, please?”

Arousal floods his mind, images of you naked beneath him while his balls throb with cum just for you. No words needed before he’s pushing you in front of him to his bedroom. He’s ready to show you just how devoted he is to you.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, it feels like the first time with him all over again. Anticipation of the unknown, drowned in heavy lust. 

His eyes rake over you as he enters the room, lust darkening those soft blue eyes. You’re exactly how he wants you always - in his bed, eager for his touch. Right now, he’s yours.

Taking the spot between your legs, strong fingers stroking along jean-clad thighs, his broad frame bends toward you to rest his forehead against yours. That button nose knocking into yours. 

“There’s been no one else since the day you moved next door. I’m yours, only yours.”

The build up of emotions behind your eyes threatens to spill over as he presses his lips to yours. Cups the back of your head as he leans into you, applying the softest pressure. Pouring every ounce of his devotion into his kiss.

Your legs wrap around his slim hips, needing to feel his security and care. He’s the most helpful man to exist, and you know he’ll guide you through this dynamic. 

Kisses turn sweet to frantic to passionate as Robert holds your face. Your lips are chapped when he finally pulls away, strong chest rising and deflating. You know you mirror his disheveled aroused appearance. His hand reaches behind to his back pocket.

He holds the black cock ring between you, freshly washed, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtains. “Are you sure about this?”

Your apprehensive eyes meet his, although a slight smile plays along your lips. “Play dirty with me. Please.”

Condensation beads on the lower rims of his glasses as he dips his face to kiss you, his skin flaming hot. The kiss is sinful yet curt, not wanting to lose himself before practicing restraint. You run your tongue along the seam of his lips, savoring his flavor. He hums against your mouth as your hands find his waist, heart picking up speed as your fingers find the button of his jeans. 

Robert clenches the cock ring in his fist, already struggling to hold his load as the softness of your skin wraps tightly around his hardening cock. 

His eyes are lidded, thin mouth already agape from the pleasure of your fist stroking firmly up and down his shaft. Can barely keep focus between the way you squeeze his deep pink tip and the spectacular view down your top, his mind running wild at the all the skin he needs to touch. He’s practically forgotten the reason for his view until you lick your lips sweetly and ask.

“Can I put it on?”

Fingers unfurl and present the silicone ring to you, warm from his clenched fist. You press the ring between your fingers, taking in the smooth design and thick circumference. Glide your thumb along the little button that makes it vibrate. 

He’s panting above you, already wrecked at the vision. The only two things he deems worthy of his cock, right in front of him. 

Bringing the ring up to your lips, he watches as you run your tongue along it, gathering your saliva to glisten along the silicone for a smoother glide. Your fingers effortlessly slipping along the edge before you touch it to the sensitive tip of his cock. 

His fingers curl around the nape on your neck, holding the hair there, grounding himself. Between your ministrations and the pressure of the ring slipping down his length, he’s dizzy with stimulation. His cock immediately swelling in response. Lip between his teeth to contain the gruff moans you’re desperate to hear.

Your eyes are focused on the firm grip the ring has on the length of him, sliding down until your thumb is brushing his heavy ballsack, pulsing with need. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to last.” He’s panting against your forehead, trying so hard to be patient, but wanting nothing more than to thrust into your fist and chase his orgasm. 

You tilt his chin to press a chaste kiss to his lips. A promise to take care of him, because you and you alone are responsible for his pleasure. Always.

Sliding back onto the soft coverlet, you raise your hips to remove your jeans. Skin growing warm at the wanton look of need in Robert’s eyes as you unbutton your top. His voice but a whine when you sit in front of him in nothing but the delicate chain around your neck. 

“So beautiful.”

It’s impossible to tell whose whimpers are more desperate as you run the shiny-slick swollen head of him against your core. Moaning as it catches on your entrance, ready to sink deep into those velvet depths. Voices becoming one as you impale yourself on the thick shaft that’s all yours.

He can’t believe anything could be better. This is Nirvana. Until you reach between to where your bodies meet and hit that tiny little button.

“Fuck!” He never swears, and yet that filthy word streaks through the room with a bite. Yelped loudly as he buries his face into your neck. The combination of vibrations and warm, tight pussy sending him into a spiral. Groaning out praises into your neck like it’s his last day alive.

You can’t help the grin on your face as you experience him come undone. How had you been denied the pleasure of watching him like this? The salt of his neck, the wayward curl stuck to his forehead? It’s a toss up if you’re getting off on being stuffed with his engorged cock or by watching the way his chest heaves for breath as he fights off his orgasm.

“Are you going to cum for me?” You’re drunk on power watching him like this, rutting his hips into you over and over for a pleasure that won’t come until you decide. His nod so desperate it goes right to your clit. His swollen cock stretching you beyond what you thought possible. The frisson of skin on skin, those tiny yet powerful vibrations, and his affection for you is overwhelming. 

The ring fully still in place, your orgasm wracks your body, convulsing over the sheets. Barely able to notice his soft lips brushing the arch of your breasts as he consumes your satisfaction. Drinking in the sounds of your moans as they mix with his wet thrusts. 

Your sleepy eyes are all he focuses on as he chases his orgasm, fighting past his usual routine of stopping here when he only has his hand. Right now he gets to have it all - the constricted blood flow, the vibration, and you. Perfect, wonderful you. His hands fist in the bedding, rooting himself, as sinks his hips deeper with precise strokes. 

He can do this. He will show you you’re the only one for him.

Body quivering, his face is bright red as he thrusts, exertion bringing the vein in his forehead out with a matching bead of sweat. Robert feels his body take on a new consciousness as you ask for his cum once more.

His grunts are filthy - animalistic and deep. The first stream of cum he’s ever experienced with the ring on filling your stretched pussy, claiming you as his. Head fuzzy, he takes a moment to pull himself from your soft embrace and jerk his engorged cock, shot after shot of cum pumping out across your body. A painting only he gets to witness.

His tank now empty, you feel the soft thump of his body fall beside yours. Hear him catch his breath in the quiet afternoon air.

Exhausted, his face knocks into yours - glasses already lost to the coverlet - as he comes to reality once again. Strong arms reaching to pull you to him. Lackadaisical kisses to your cheek before risking a glance down and laughing abashedly.

“T-there’s so much cum. It’s everywhere.” Another kiss. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

The carefree yet sheepish grin he gives you melts your heart. You kiss him back, not needing to look as you feel his seed dry on your skin in the golden hour light. He very truly marked you as his, just as he is yours. 

Smoothing your fingers through his hair, memorizing every little detail of his face - what a handsome face - you ease his embarrassment. “It’s not a big deal. We’ll just throw the sheets in the washer and enjoy dinner. It’s fine, really.” 

His washer currently filled with your delicates complicates things, but your big, sweet smile soothes his self-consciousness. He returns the grin back, holding you closer. 

That night is spent eating Robert’s lasagna and playing cards until every light on the street went out. It’s far too late when the sheets are finally clean and dried, and even later when they’re successfully on the bed. But it’s worth it to him when you crawl under the duvet and beckon him closer, needing one last kiss from your boyfriend before sleep.

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aaron hotchner | photograph

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

a/n: i’ve never written criminal minds before but i have always been a die hard fan & wanted to try writing new characters other than what i usually write so i wrote this little blurb and decided to post it. pls be gentle, im sensitive lol

word count: 600

contrary to popular opinion, aaron hotchner wasn’t as cold as he seemed. he just needed to be around the right people, be around his people.

you knew this from the moment you met him, when he frantically rushed to the customer service desk after his name was paged over the intercom. you were doing your grochery shopping when you bumped into a lost little boy. he told you his name was jack, and that he had accidentally wandered away from his daddy. as you walked him to the customer service desk, he assured you that he absolutely was not scared but his dad would be and you needed to call him right away.

“daddy gets scared if he can’t find me,” jack told you solemnly while you waited with him until his dad showed up.

you were a kindergarten teacher and despite the insistence of the employee, your instinct was to stay with jack until his father arrived. in the short time that you spent with him, you learned a small amount about the boy. he told you that he wanted to be superman for halloween, he was six-years-old and his daddy worked for the FBI.

“jack!”

you turned your attention away from the boy to see a frantic looking man rushing towards the two of you. jack immediately jumped off the counter and raced towards his father, letting himself be scooped up and hugged tightly. you started to walk away, confident that jack was safe when a voice stopped you.

“thank you,” a deep voice said and you turned to see jack’s father looking at you.

you smiled. “no problem, just doing what anyone would do.”

he smiled tightly, and shook his head. “not everyone.”

you didn’t understand the deeper meaning behind his words until you’d been dating for a few months and he finally let you into the darker side of his life. after the cases that didn’t end well, and you got a first hand glance at just how cruel people could be.

“aaron,” he introduced himself, still holding jack but offering you his hand.

you shook it, told him your name and when jack innocently asked you to go for ice cream with them, you took the leap and accepted.

that was over a year ago, and you can’t imagine your life now without the two of them. even if your laundry doubled in size.

aaron had a bad habit of leaving his wallet in his pants pocket so you always had to double check every pocket before you put the clothes in the washer.

you were doing a load of laundry, shaking a pair of pants when his wallet tumbled out onto the floor. a picture fell out of it, and you smiled softly when you picked it up and saw a photo of you and aaron, taken at some dinner at rossi’s house. neither of you were looking at the camera, aaron’s hand tucking a loose piece of hair behind your head and you laughing at something.

you were staring at the photo for too long, because when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist you jumped but immediately relaxed when you looked up and saw aaron smiling at it.

“you keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked and he hummed.

“and a picture of jack,” he replied. “something to remind me that there’s still good in the world, even on the worst days.”

you turned around and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face in his neck.

“i love you,” he whispered and you smiled.

“love you too.”

[a-autodidact-writer]

Shigaraki’s love languages

I see a lot of stuff about touch starved Shigaraki (which is totally true) but I feel like he'd also be scared of touch. Same thing with words of affirmation. 

It would take a long time before he'd be comfortable being touched. He's so used violence and anger. He's never been held, only beaten and abused.

No positive words ever genuinely spoken to him. Trying to compliment him or subtle touches to try and show how you feel would scare him away.

That leaves the three other love languages; gift giving, quality time, and acts of service.

Gift giving would have to be small things, going out and buying him gifts like flowers may make him think you're expecting something in return.

But stopping by his favorite sandwich place and buying him a sandwich ‘sense you were getting yourself one anyway’ would make him feel seen. Or buying him a game he mentioned to you because ‘you wanted to play it too and it has two player’ might get you a thank you and a small smile.

Speaking of video games, quality time could be you playing a game with him now and again. Or just quietly sitting on the couch while he plays his game. Giving him space, but being in the room. People just being in the same room as him usually makes him tense. But slowly over time you see him grow more comfortable with you being around. 

Like everything else on this list acts of service would have to be small to not freak him out. All things would have to be seen as easy and done without thinking about him too much.

When living at the hideout for a while, occasionally switching his laundry sense ‘you needed to use the washer and didnt wanna wait for him to switch it’ or sewing up ruined clothes after a fight sense you ‘needed something to do’.

But over time, after a fight gone wrong. He asks you to help him patch himself up. It's the only time he's let you touch him. Letting you clean and sew up the parts of him that he can't reach on his own. It's a start.

Shigaraki is a man who needs to be loved gently, patiently, and with understanding.

Accepting the fact he may never be able to love the way most people can. That he’ll never be the model boyfriend, he's rough, mean, and deeply traumatized.

Sitting on the couch with you, while you may be on opposite sides of it. He still is quietly enjoying sharing space with you. It's important to take the small wins. 

Each one, no matter how small, is a sign of progress.

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harry in love (headcanons)

okay, so what about harry in love? like truly, madly deeply, completely in love? he'd be so adorable :(

when he would wake up, he would always look at your face the first thing, always saying how it makes his day better. when you're both far away, he would just keep a picture of you as his wallpaper, remembering to look at his phone the first thing in the morning

he would be your chaperone, offering to drive you and be with you anywhere you wanna go-you want to get your nails done, he's ready. shopping? check. groceries? he's your handyman. you wanna go for a girls night? he'll drive you there and then come to pick you up coz it's not safe for a pretty cupcake like you to uber at midnight :(

he would talk to you every night, how your day was, did you eat properly, did you drink enough water, is your car okay? or do you want to get it serviced, get fuel filled? listening closely while he rubs lotion on your hands and legs, occasionally giving you back rubs

expect so many love notes from him. i love you's on text randomly, notes on the fridge and beside table when he has to leave for work early. he would even insert some silly jokes, so you don't miss that adorable dork too much :((

you want something, he would bring 20 varieties of it the next day. you want to try yogurt, multiple flavours that you haven't even heard of are in the refrigerator the next day

he would always cook with you too. chopping or washing vegetables to just stirring the pot or standing there admiring you, he would be by your side. always.

if somebody hurts you or goes over the line, the pure anger in his eyes is unforgiving. he knows he can’t do too much physical harm, but he never lets go off that easily either

when you cry, he's your shoulder to put your head on, he's the hand that wipe the tears off your cheek. he holds you close, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead, your cheeks. he never stops you or pushes you away, knowing just how bad bottled up emotions can be

and he would be so cute when you're on your period :( making you hot chocolate, bringing you chocolates and sweets, keeping the heating pad ready because he knows how much your cramps hurt :( he would cook for you all the time, wanting you to eat all the best food you can.

and don't expect him to freak out and shout when he sees blood ridden sheets. he'll gently wake you up, telling you that your period has started, and that he has run a bath for you, there’s clean clothes, there’s warm clothes, whatever you need. you scurry to the bathroom, making a mental note to clean up the mess on the bed later. but when you come back, the sheets have been replaced and already put in the washer. the room smells fresh, there’s breakfast for you on the table, and he comes back in with a heating pad :( and an adorable smile. when you ask him about the sheets and why is he not freaked out, he says, "i'm not a boy, love"

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[waterkittywriting]

BSD & Their love languages <3

Warnings: A few mentions of characters pasts in passing but other than that this is pure fluff <3 not written well because i made this on a whim 20 minutes before i typically sleep

Characters: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Yosano, Dazai, Ranpo

A/N: I need a boyfriend like akutagawa 😒

Akutagawa

- Acts of service

He's constantly doing the tiniest little things for you that'll make your day just a little better; switching your clothes from the washer to the dryer for you, he'll cook you breakfast and make the coffee in the morning before you're even awake, he'll shut the blinds when he wakes up before you so you can sleep in longer, etcetera. He's not great with showing how he loves you through words and he's a bit afraid of physical touch so this is the best way for him to show you his love.

Atsushi

- Quality time

He wants to spend every second of every day with you no matter what you're doing. Going to the laundromat? He'll tag along! Forgot to get something at the store, well obviously he needs to come with. Besides that, he's always planning cutesy little dates at parks and inviting you over to his house just to sit on his bed in each other's presence while doing your own thing. Your presence just makes his life so much better and he wants to do everything with you.

Yosano

- Gift giving

We all know this girl LOVES shopping. You're coming with her on all her shopping trips of course so you'll see most of what she gets, but every once in awhile she'll slip a cute shirt or a pretty lip color into the cart while you're off looking at something else so she can surprise you when you two get home. Same goes with online shopping - even if she's not planning on buying anything and just scrolling through a shopping website for fun and she sees something she'll know you like, purchased immediately.

Dazai

(forgive me for the color I had no clue on what to use)

- Physical touch

It doesn't matter what you're doing, you can be reading a book on your couch or sitting at your desk at work, he'll come right over and drop his torso into your lap, laying over you while you pet his hair and he complains about how difficult his day today was. He never got a lot of affection as a kid so he's so happy to have you to fill that whole.

Ranpo

- Gift giving; but only with sweets.

Obviously this boy doesn't have too much money, he's not particularly attached to physical affection, he's too lazy to give you many acts of service - but what he can do? Leave a piece of candy on your desk eveytime you're upset, even if it's his favorite he'll give it to you to make you feel better. It's not.. the best way to help you, but he's trying and it genuinely does show his love (we all know how much his candy means to him.) and of course it cheers you up everytime you find a nice treat on your desk.

[daydream-cement]

Laundry Service (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa helps you out.

Author's Note: Short smut (600 words). This was originally about one of my oc's, but I couldn't resist adding the Headmistress in instead.

You stretched down into the washing machine. You couldn’t believe how hard it was to get to the bottom. You always felt as if you were average height, but as your fingers barely reached the last few socks at the bottom. 

When Larissa passed by the laundry room, she had to do a double take at the sight of you bent over into the washing machine. You were in your lazy Sunday clothes - tight leggings that showed off every curve and an oversized sweater that shifted out of place to expose your midriff. Your feet dangled off the ground as you struggled to snatch up all of the little pieces of laundry alluding you at the bottom of the washer. 

Larissa couldn’t resist coming up behind you. Her hands slowly moved to grip your waist, giving your body a light squeeze.

At first you jolted in surprise, but you soon realized it was Larissa from the familiarity of her hands on your skin, “Oh, honey! Can you help me?”

“Happy too.” Larissa cooed, curling her fingers around the band of your leggings and underwear. 

The shapeshifter was often reserved in her sexual pursuits of you, but that reservation was nowhere to be seen as she dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her.

You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine. Your cheeks flushed red as you exclaimed, “Rissa!”

“I'm helping…” Larissa husked as her hands palmed your ass for a moment before shifting her hands to cup it gently. She used the leverage of her hand placement to spread your thighs to access your cunt. 

You sucked in a breath when you felt the shapeshifter plunge her tongue into your cunt. 

Larissa was eating you with a starving fervor that had you mewling and humming in response. The rim of the washing machine was digging into your abdomen, but that was feeling like far less of a priority at the moment. 

In the few moments Larissa would come up for air from your cunt, she was gasping phrases of adoration - ‘I love you’, ‘You’re perfect’, and ‘You taste incredible’ were repeated over and over.

You couldn’t last long. Between the setting, the dominance, and and the sensation, all of the elements combined in a way that had you gushing on Larissa’s chin.

When the shapeshifter took to sucking on your clit, you had no ability to hold back any longer. You came with a cry, but just because you came didn’t mean the shapeshifter was about to stop. 

Larissa lapped at your cum until she was sure she had cleaned you up enough. 

When Rissa was satisfied, she pushed herself to stand, pulling your pants back up with her. She wiped her face and with a strong arm around your middle, Larissa pulled you from the washing machine and manhandled you into a position where she could seat you on the dryer. 

Larissa then moved away from your dazed form, leaning into the washing machine and yanking out the remaining laundry with a single hand. The shapeshifter tossed the few socks into the nearby laundry basket you had been using before turning her attention back on you, “I hope that helped, darling.”

Larissa turned on her heels, leaving you wide eyed, “Wha- Rissa?”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” Larissa called from the hallway.

“Rissa-“ You called, jumping down from the dryer, cut off by tripping over the basket of damp laundry. You were scrambling as you picked up the laundry from the floor and shoved it in the dryer, continuing to call Larissa’s name as you turned on the dryer and chased your wife down the hall.

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[freyito]

How about Argenti with a GN reader that gets sick easily?

(ex: crying can cause them to get sick the next day, etc.)

✭ pairing(s): argenti x gn reader

✧ a/n: this one is really cute!! im a freak for writing my favorite goobers taking care of reader no matter the circumstances. if we couldnt tell. (GOD REACHED DOWN AND GRABBED ME BY THE THROAT AND MADE ME SICK WHICH SPURRED ME ON TO FINISH THIS FIC ((i am also fighting MAD burnout so. i apologize in advance just incase.))

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.7k

ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɴᴏᴛ

Argenti is used to this. Coming home to you, cuddled up in bed voice raspy and body too warm yet too cold at the same time. Even waking up to you simply feeling miserable, tugging at his arm to get you some water. He doesn’t mind it, not one bit. He has always enjoyed taking care of you, even when you didn’t need it. He doesn’t mean to coddle you, but sometimes the honor of taking care of you overwhelms him.

However, you’ve been getting sick easier lately, and it has him worried. Rather than the usual offenders (cold weather, idiots who didn’t understand what a mask was, and many such cases), all you had been doing was… working. So, why were you so miserable when Argenti came home?

You were practically trapped in bed, every time you stood up your head started spinning. Your throat felt like hell, all scratched up and painful, making your voice deeper and gravelly. It was a constant battle between you and your blankets, one minute you’re way too hot for them, the next, you couldn’t bear to be without the blanket. Ultimately, you chose to stay wrapped up in the blanket, seeing as the shivers never stopped.

When Argenti came home, he found you, quite obviously, stuck in bed, watching some cheesy romance movie you didn’t even put on. You were in and out of consciousness, letting the streaming service auto-play movies and shows. Somewhere along your little horror marathon, the algorithm lost track of the original memo and now you were stuck with some sparkly male protagonist pining after his love interest in the silliest of ways. He kinda reminded you of Argenti. Or perhaps that’s because Argenti was standing in front of the TV, in the perfect position where he was covering the MC entirely, yet the character’s aura of sparkles framed your knight perfectly. Or maybe it was Argenti himself. It was hard to tell with your fizzled out mind.

“My love! Oh, it’s happened again,” He sighs, yet his voice sounds almost ecstatic. “Have you eaten well? Drank water? Maybe some apple juice or orange juice will help?”

He prattles on about ways to make you feel better, or at least soothe the discomfort you're in, while immediately starting on chores. He doesn’t even take off his armor before he’s throwing clothes into a laundry basket. Even then, he doesn’t take long to come back to your side after throwing the clothes in the washer. He’s got a big, loveable smile on his face as he does so, resting the back of his hand on your forehead, then drifting to your cheek.

“Would you like me to draw a bath, dear? Would that help?” His voice is oh-so-gentle. You don’t have the heart to say no, even if you took one earlier. Regardless, you don’t even get to answer before he’s off once more. You cozy up in the bed for another minute as you listen to the sounds of water running in the other room, and Argenti’s muffled humming.

As much as you hated being sick, and how often you got sick, you can’t deny that Argenti’s enthusiasm helps you a little. At least mentally. The fact that he’s always been so ready to take care of you without a word of protest has been comforting. Even with all he’s been tasked with, he never seems more proud of his work than he does with you.

He comes back in all too happy, scooping you up in his arms without another word. It’s like clockwork for him, treating you like royalty in general. He does the same even if you aren’t sick, taking his time to take care of you and pamper you in any way possible, even in the domestic ways. He would do this even before dressing his wounds if he were to come back with any. Nothing stops him.

The bathroom smells of lavender, an opened bag of epsom salt on the counter. Argenti sets you on the counter with a humble smile. He leans over the bathtub, finally taking off one of his gauntlets and dipping his hand in the water to make sure it isn't too hot. He pulls his hand out and shakes off the water, before turning back to you, holding out his hand to help you off the counter.

He begins to take off your clothes, gently and reverently. There are no lingering touches, no traces of embarrassment as he does so. Once you are naked, he presses a kiss to your forehead and ushers you into the bath. You settle in nicely, the warm water a balm against your skin. Though you were sweaty and so damn hot, it felt infinitely better. You don't know what made this bath feel so much better than the one that you took, but you simply chalked it up to Argenti’s making.

You sink deeper into the bath, til the water is up to your chin. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, the steam helping to clear your nostrils. For once it feels like you can breathe, and lord, is it heavenly. Sure, the scratch in your throat is still there, but it doesn’t feel as significantly damning as it did before. You feel yourself relax, the fuzziness in your head lessening. You can’t help but let out a groan of satisfaction as you allow the water to wash away your woes, or what it could, at least.

It was so comfy that you could practically fall asleep in the bath, running your fingers over the texture of the bottom of the bath just to keep yourself awake as you fight your own consciousness.

“May I come in?” Argenti’s voice breaks you out of your drowsiness, and you catch a glimpse of his hair through a very small crack in the door. You give him a groggy ‘yes’, and he walks back in with a clean pair of clothes for you. He sets them on the counter, before kneeling down next to you in the tub. “I changed the sheets on the bed for you, and the blanket is in the dryer…”

“Mh, thank you,” You mutter, closing your eyes as he places his hand on the top of your head.

“Can I ask what you’ve been doing lately?” His voice holds concern, head tilting to the side.

“Not much,” You shake your head, opening your eyes and looking up at him. You notice now that he has finally shed his armor, wearing nothing but a simple black t-shirt (that fits his body too well), and some sweats. “Just working…”

“I’ve noticed you were working more hours than you’re usually scheduled recently,” He hums, leaning back and taking his hand away from your head. You can’t help but chase after it for a second, sitting back up in the tub. “Perhaps you are working too hard, my dear.”

It is a possibility. Not that you’d mention it. Yes, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks at work, and you swore you had gotten through with it. You did feel like you were working a lot more, but c’mon, you got sick from anything. It couldn’t have been stress, could it? Perhaps you just ran into someone who was sick while working one of your shifts…

Argenti chuckles at your reluctance to admit it, and shakes his head. “It’s alright. I assume it can stay a mystery,” He then stands up, leaning over you once more. “Come on. I don’t want you to prune up in there.”

You groan, yet reach out for his hands, standing up and out of the tub. You’ve never felt so much grief for leaving a bath, though the water was starting to cool down. And while your throat, head, and nose feel better, you can feel the sickness fighting back. You let out an ‘ugh’, unprompted, and Argenti gives you another concerned look, before grabbing a towel and drying you down. He’s a lot quicker this time, though doesn’t neglect to show you the same amount of love as he always has done. Once you are dry, he hastily dresses you, turns around to drain the tub, then picks you up once more.

You groan, yet reach out for his hands, standing up and out of the tub. You’ve never felt so much grief for leaving a bath, though the water was starting to cool down. And while your throat, head, and nose feel better, you can feel the sickness fighting back. You let out an ‘ugh’, unprompted, and Argenti gives you another concerned look, before grabbing a towel and drying you down. He’s a lot quicker this time, though doesn’t neglect to show you the same amount of love as he always has done. Once you are dry, he hastily dresses you, turns around to drain the tub, then picks you up once more.

The bed dips next to you as Argenti climbs in, shuffling closer to you. Then, even closer, throwing his arm around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, then, after a pause, to your nose, your cheek, then your mouth.

“Stoopppp…” You grumble, pulling your head away weakly. “You’re gonna get siiick…”

“A sacrifice I’m willing to make,” Argenti jokes, placing his hand on the back of your head and tucking it into his chest.

You two stay like that for a while, his fingers fidgeting with your hair as you fall in and out of consciousness once more, languidly stretching an arm over him like he was your teddy bear. Then your leg, to get more comfortable. He stays trapped beneath you, simply watching as you finally end up falling asleep for the upteenth time today. He himself cannot find sleep, too enraptured by the sleeping beauty in his arms, though disheveled and snotty.

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[angelstate]

Husband!Soap x Wife!Reader.

Husband!Soap is one hell of a lover, he is everything you could ever ask for in a man. He is attentive and caring, he truly appreciates you and loves you in a way that shouldn’t be possible for humans to feel.

He does everything he can to show you just how deeply he feels about you, and it manifests as much in little things as in the big things. For example, your favorite tea is always restocked in the pantry, the washer and dryer are always empty and the clean clothes are neatly folded in your bedroom closet. The bills of the water and electricity services never meet your eye because he pays before you can see the cost of it, he knows you get anxious and worried about that sort of thing.

He is honest about his feelings and you’re always what he has in mind, he likes you and loves you so much to the point he feels like kneeling at your feet and just worships you in every way he can, more than sexually, his love goes beyond that.

you could come up to him one day and tell him that he could never touch again and his feelings wouldn’t falter for one second, he would make do with only being able to admire you like he did for years before he even dared to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Husband!Soap would take the fault for every one of your mistakes, if you break a plate in his parent's house he would say it had been him, if you’re arguing about something he would apologize first, knowing that it wasn’t worth time to yell at each other for something that was a mistake.

He knows you’ll apologize too after you calm down, not wanting to be trapped between high emotions when saying something meaningful to him. you value the control you have over your words and he is a patient man, he would wait a lifetime if it meant to hear you speak so time isn’t wasted with him, every second he experiences your existence is heaven to him.

Husband!Soap hopes for the day the two of you have children, he wants a family with you, wants to build something of himself that is fully constructed in a foundation of love and safety, the one he didn’t necessarily have as a kid.

He wants a big family in the countryside, a view of hills of greenery, tall trees, flowers, and fresh air every morning, to be woken up by the sight of you lying beside him in bed, your pretty face relaxed and messy hair all over your pillow while the sun creeps in from between the curtains, your children sleeping in their bedroom the quietness of the home being something short-lived when they began to wake up, he wants to grow old by your side, raising a beautiful family.

He allows himself to dream about it more than he cares to admit, he knows it won’t happen in a very long time, his job, your career, and other problems stopping the two of you from taking that step but he is a patient man, and he rather takes his time than rush things and risk losing you in the process.

Husband!Soap is a good man, he knows he did everything he could to make your time together merry and happy, to fill it with more good memories than bad ones. and he allows himself to think he did a good job at loving you while he could.

so when he gets shot on the side of his head and the last 7 minutes of brain activity the body is programmed to experience before ultimately dying begin, his mind is plagued with you, meeting you, becoming your friend, asking you to be his girlfriend but most of all, your wedding day.

and it is as if he’s experiencing that day all over again, your voice as you read to him your vows, how sweet of you to write personal ones, full of inside jokes and promises you had made him years ago when you first started dating. He remembers feeling his heart flutter on his chest.

but right now, lying on the cold floor his heart cannot flutter, but the tears falling from his eyes do the job just fine because the memory as beautiful as it is makes him feel extremely sad, he doesn’t want to leave you behind, he wants to live longer, to experience more things by your side.

He wants to have children with you, he wants to see the passing of time affect the two of you, to see the smile lines on your face and know that was his doing, that a lifetime with him granted you marks of happiness in your skin.

He wants more time, God, he wants an eternity with you, he wants as much time as he can get.

He remembers your face when he came home early a few months ago, the excitement filling in the void in your eyes when you first opened the door, he remembers the weight of your body on his arms as you had jumped on him, wrapping your limbs around him and not letting go.

what he would do to see that face again, to hear your squeals of happiness next to his ear and feel the softness of your hair in between his fingers. if he knew that would be the last time he came home to you he would’ve done so much more.

he would’ve fixed the creek of the door, he would’ve washed the dirty clothes on the laundry basket, he would’ve cooked your favorite meal and hugged you just a bit more tightly.

He knows he did his fair share of bad things in the world, but you were nothing short of an angel, you didn’t deserve his death as much as he deserved to die. He knows the fragility of your heart, he knows that you’re a sensitive being that can only be treated gently, and he is afraid death isn’t kind, that grief will swallow you whole before you get a chance to realize that your life shouldn’t end because he did.

Husband!Soap loves you more than you could ever imagine, so when the 7 minutes of brain activity ends, he goes out with the image of your face in his mind, your voice muttering that everything is alright, that you love him as much as he loves you.

you were everything, the sole reason he wished for a brighter future and the reason he died a happy man.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Leilana comics for January 2025

First Leilana comics of the new year!

When one of the quest services u provide is as a taxi from planet to planet, she really should've expected that a family would make a mess of her ship at some point.

based on a weekly sketch last month, it was just too good an idea to not doing something. I kinda miss the arcade cabinet(s) that was at one of my local laundromats when my family didn't have a washer/dryer at the time.

pets r so messy, sure I love my cat but he's a jerk sometimes and I have cat hair all over my clothes no matter how clean I make them. I've been wanting to give Leilana a pet but I can never decide on a good design.

There was a small winter storm a week ago that caused my work to close and yet I spent the morning shoveling roughly 7.5 inches of snow from my apartment driveway so I can get to work (before I was told to not come in) and so my brother can get home...it resulted in sore muscles all over, so this comic has a bit of truth to it

[solar-sunnyside-up]

So my neighborhood is SO COOL and I wanna share some of the awesome stuff that's been making some movement. This is mostly to highlight why taking an interest in your neighborhood is so rewarding.

#1 - park renos! The park in walking distance of my house has been under construction for a few months. They're doing a LOT of work. Primarily, they are building a skating Rink, fire pit, picnic area, basketball area, and extending the existing kid park. Before it was just 3 baseball fields and a small park. They also have added over 10 apple trees and over 15 native trees!! They also have a Cafe going into the apartment complex they are putting across the street (which is low income housing but every unit has a washer/dryer, and has a firepit/BBQ area for entertainment on the roof I wish I had photos of it but I'll put a video of an example where I used to live btw the person in the video is my old roomie I'm sorry K for not editing u out forgive mee)

#2 little Libraries

There are 3 little Libraries in walking distance of my place, one is opening tomorrow! The one tomorrow also has a little blockbuster and a food pantry attached to it, it's outside a community resource center.

#3 Resource center

Omg!! So the resource center does a lot. It has counciling, good food boxes where you pay 30$ for 15lbs of produce from local farms monthly, job hunting services including free computers and printers for applying to things, parenting groups, that kinda junk. But the key feature I saw for the first time today was the "Closet room" which I thought was exclusively clothes but nah it's basically a whole thrift store! It's got baby clothes, toys, unused toothbrushes, movies, books, interview clothes, pjs going up to xxxL, pots and pans, anything else you could think of. It made me realize why no one uses the thrift store up the hill from me. Why pay when this closet community feature is free??? They have vollunteers run it so it's take way you want, donate what you can and omg!

I could go on but that's just from today!

[foundedroses]

☾. ࿐࿔ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Kirumi tojo x korekiyo shinguji

Plot: being a maid meant that Kirumi had many rules and protocols that she had to follow, but maybe she’ll exempt her terms on one condition.

Cw: smut mdni, blow jobs, oral sex, mentioning of cum, dry humping, master!servant relationship, pet names like “dear, darling” all that jazz, using the word “good girl” maybe more than once, just general filth. 

Wc: 2.7k

a/n: confession time!Kirukiyo has always been one of my fav v3 ships, the biggest hyperfixation of mine. I can yap about their dynamic for HOURS! I may or may not have written a 15k smut piece for the two of them like a year ago…

─── ⋆⋅ 𓉸 ⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ 𓉸 ⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ 𓉸

Working late at night would often be considered an inconvenience to most people. But to Kirumi it would be considered as a convenience. She had no problem working late at night, or even working until the earlier hours of the morning. Working hard was something that was relaxing to her, even calming some may say. 

Kirumi felt pleasure in giving her help and assistance to her friends; it was what gave her joy. Giving her help to others was what truly made her feel needed and wanted. 

She was accustomed to giving out any type of help or service that her friends and others needed. As long as they were happy, that was all it would take to keep Kirumi content. But there were some services that she refused to give or offer, ones that were pretty self explanatory. And those were intimate services. They were one of the services the maid would not offer, even to those she truly loved deeply. 

It was Kirumi’s deviation as a maid not to offer such a lewd request. But that was her deviation, not anymore. 

Slam. 

Kirumi slammed the washing machine door shut. She pressed a few of the lighten buttons on the machine and the clothing started to spin inside the washer. 

She bent down and picked up the laundry basket and tucked it against her hip with one arm. Doing others’ laundry was one of Kirumi’s daily tasks, which she did not mind at all; that is what gave her happiness and fulfilled her strive to help others. 

Kirumi left the laundry room and began to walk down the almost silent halls of the school. 

Still trapped in that retchat school. 

It felt like centuries, being locked up in that place. For as long as her and the other 15 students were trapped in that school, it was starting to almost feel like home to them. 

As much as Kirumi hated her freedom being stolen away by a killer bear, she couldn’t complain. She got more chores done within the school grounds than she did when she was with her last employer. Her master. 

Her last master made her feel wanted. She’d spend countless days and hours serving her master. She’d offer her abundance of her support towards their novels they’d spend hours writing, managing to publish a new novel every month or so. 

Her master would often tell her that they never had such a content maid before, and all that she did meant everything to them. 

That is what fulfilled Kirumi the most. Serving others and giving them what they truly wanted. Being with her last master proved to her that her service is all that she needed to commit to. 

As soon as Kirumi stopped reminiscing about her past, she came to a halt. Facing the closed wooden door to the dining area of the school. She had been walking the wrong way, being far too caught up in her maladaptive daydreams. 

The ash haired woman let out a small sigh of annoyance, realising she had been walking the wrong way and turned around on her heels, heading in the direct direction of her research lab.

The door of Kirumi’s research lab creaked open and she pushed her way inside. She walked in and set down the washing basket on the floor beside the door. She exhaled softly and strided inside. 

Her research lab was pretty much an 18th century manor. From the furniture, to the wallpaper, all of her lab was basically pulled straight out of an english mystery novel. 

The lab basically complemented Kirumi’s unique style and taste in fashion. 

Only because Kirumi had finished her daily tasks; that didn’t mean that she was done for the day. There were still several chores that had to be done around to keep the school in the orderly order that she preferred. 

Just as the woman was about to head out of her lab, the door creaked open. The sound of the metal railing scraping against the door made Kirumi cringe. She glanced across to the doorway as she saw a tall figure open the door. 

Kirumi, who was more relieved it wasn’t Kokichi opening the door to come ask her to be his mother for the millionth time, she sighed as she noticed that it was only Korekiyo, who just so helped himself into her lab. “Hello, Kiyo. I assume that you have a request for me?” She spoke in a soft and shallow tone, her voice remaining the same sympathetic tune as usual.

“Kirumi…not at all.” Kiyo said to her, sounding just as soft spoken as he always did. He slowly pulled closed the door and made his way into her lab, almost as if he had free real estate. ‘I simply came to see how you were doing.’

“To see how I was doing?” Kirumi raised an eyebrow and said; “Hm? Is there anything you would like me to do for you?” She sounded almost programmed, as if she was an AI, coded to ask the same questions over and over again in a continuous loop of asking. 

“Kehehe…Oh, Kirumi.” Kiyo chuckled, if it were anyone else to make the sound that left his mouth, it’d sound almost creepy. But as it was Korekiyo himself, it sounded quite normal. ‘While we are here…I was curious…do you accept any sort of request?’

“Any sort of requests?” Tilting her head, Kirumi replied in a gentle voice. “Well, that does depend on what you are referring to.” She lowered her voice to a more cautious tone. ‘What are you referring to?’

Kiyo looked at the woman in almost silence. “I was wondering to know if you take more…suggestive requests.” He uttered before walking closer to her, almost as if he were implying something heavily to her. 

It didn’t take Kirumi long to understand exactly what Kiyo was asking from her. She let out an irritated sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. “I do make it quite clear that I do not prefer intimate requests.” She stood firm. ‘Now, if there isn’t anything you ask for, then please-’

Kirumi was quickly silenced with a firm kiss to her lips. Her eyes went wide and she stumbled backwards a little. What was happening?

Kiyo slowly pulled away, red lipstick smeared across the woman’s lips. He gently wiped the bright make up from her lips and stared into her eyes with his. “Now…will you be able to take this request of mine?” He lightly tapped her side with one hand, that hand making its way down onto her waist and onto her hip. 

A pink blush spread across Kirumi’s cheeks. She knew it was in her protocols not to give and accept sexual services from her clients and askers. But with the way Kiyo was glaring down at her, his narrowed eyes piercing into hers…she knew she couldn’t knock back this one. 

Kirumi softly let out a sigh, nodding her head slowly. “Yes…I can.”

Although you wouldn’t be able to tell through the mask covering half his face, Kiyo seemed to have an almost sneering expression reflecting his eyes. He took her hand in his, pulling her closer until her chest collided with his, causing her to stumble a little bit. With one hand, he pulled down his face mask and started to gently pepper small kisses along her neck and jawline. 

An almost silent gasp escaped the woman’s mouth, clutching her hand onto the man’s shoulder as he left faint, loving kisses against her soft skin. The small love bites left her in almost awe, her eyelashes fluttering, threatening to close off her sight as she succumbed to his act of affection. Kirumi softly exhaled, snaking her arms around his neck and drawing her body closer to his. 

Kiyo grasped both hands onto her waist, slowly taking his lips off her neck. He gazed upon her, his hands stroking down her hips slowly and sensually. His eyes reflected with lust and with that, he took her by the hand. With pristine carefulness, he took a few steps backwards to the dining table that was planted in the middle of the research lab; he sat down on one of the wooden chairs pulled out at the head of the table, still holding the woman’s hand in his. 

“My dear Kiumi….” He mustered his words seducingly, his voice slipped into a sultry whisper. ‘I would like to lower onto your knees…can you do that for me?’

It was unprofessional, and Kirumi knew that. She knew that the last service that she should be offering was sexual tendencies. But yet, she responded firmly. “Yes…master~” Her tone was professional as she lowered onto her knees in front of him, gazing up with battering lashes.

Kiyo peered down at the woman below him, reaching one hand down and gently stroking her hair. He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head up to look up at him. “Now….” He whispered to her, tracing his hand down her shoulder. ‘Put those pretty lips of yours to good use~” 

The girl narrowed her eyes at him. This was very wrong. So wrong indeed. But as her protocols say, she must accept any request given to her…even if it means violating her own terms. 

After the man before her mouthed his insurrections to her, Kirumi moved a little forwards. She placed her hands onto Kiyo’s thighs. She then took one hand and shakily unbuckled the clasp of his belt. 

“My dear…you are shaking~” Kiyo took her hand, halting her from continuing. ‘Why don’t you…’ He glanced at her lips, that were pouted prettily and a light shade of pink, tinted with the lip tint she’d always use. 

Actions do speak louder than words, because Kirumi understood immediately. With a gentle nod of her head, she scooted her body even closer, her perfectly perked breasts pushing against his knees as she got closer to him. 

An non-visible grin flickered onto Kiyo’s face. He moved his hand to her shoulder and parted his legs for her. 

The woman who was on her knees positioned herself between his legs. She hesitated for a moment before dipping her head down between his thighs. She parted her lips and she slowly drew down his pants zipper with her teeth. 

Kirumi could have sworn that she was burning up, but it was in fact just the flustered blush spreading throughout her body. After pulling the small zipper all the way down, she gazed up at him as if she was awaiting her next instructions. 

“Such a good girl…~” Kiyo gently patted her on the head. ‘Now why…’ He stopped speaking when the girl began to lean closer to him. 

Kirumi pulled her gloves off with her teeth, tossing them onto the floor beside her. She kept entirely quiet, awaiting her master’s next words. 

A small chuckle escaped Kiyo’s lips and he laid his hand onto her shoulder. “Eager, are we?~” He mused. ‘Oh, well…I might as well not keep such a pristine lady waiting~’ He took his hand off her shoulder and reached down, slowly taking out his almost-fully-erected cock. He gave a few lazy pumps along the shaft before glancing back at the woman in front of him.

Almost surprised by the size of him, Kirumi swallowed back the lump that was beginning to form in the back of her throat. He wasn’t too large, but certainly not small either, almost the perfect length. She batted her eyelashes at him as she moved her eyes up to his, placing her hand up on his thigh as she stared at him like an eager young child. 

Staring into her light green orbs, Kiyo tilted his head. He held his cock in his hand and gently tapped the head against her bottom lip. “Open…my love~” The girl did as ordered and slowly parted her lips. 

The man nodded his head in approval. Slowly and carefully he slid his tip into her warm mouth, earning a soft squeal from her. 

Squinting her eyes and furrowing her brows, Kirumi opened her jaw wider, trying to take as much of his cock that she could. Shit, she was already beginning to gag as not even half of his length was down her throat. 

Kiyo heard that and cocked his head to the side. He moved his hand to the side of her face, stroking her cheek gently with the back of his finger. “Now, now…don’t get too drunk off me~” He teased as he slowly forced the last inch of his cock down her wet cavern. 

“Ngh!~” Kirumi choked up a small moan when she felt the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. She clenched her fingers onto the fabric of his pants as she tried to engulf more of him than she could. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she raised herself up on her knees a little bit, trying to swallow more of his cock.

Kiyo swallowed back a sigh as the girl bobbed her head between his legs. He reached his hand down and stroked her hair gently, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Oh, Kirumi~…taking such a lewd request…you’re a filthy woman~” He slowly moved his hand to the back of her head, gripping onto her short but soft hair ever so tightly, forcing her downwards into him. 

Kirumi coughed through her own gagging when the man pushed her face deeper into his balls. She kept bobbing her head at a steady pace, slowly lapping her tongue in stripes up his length, finding her own rhythm as she continued to suck. 

She was so focused on giving him her ever dying attention that she was forgetting about her own pleasure, feeling the warmth of her arousal flaming between her thighs. She simply clenched her muscles around nothing, saliva seeping down her chin as she hollowed her cheeks to make more room. 

A hum of approval left Kiyo’s lips as the girl sunk between his thighs, He gently threaded his fingers through her hair when she took his whole cock into her mouth, thrusting gently against the back of her throat. “Hah…Kirumi~” he softly moaned, yearning for her delicate touch and the warm embrace of her tongue wrapped around his dick. ‘S-Such a filthy slut~…”

Kirumi let out a tattered groan, her voice softened and so did her jaw. The wetness pooling against the fabric of her panties was the only motivation she had to keep on going, hoping that by the time she was finished, the man she was pleasing would give her exactly what she wanted in return.  

She swirled her tongue around his swollen tip and pressed her body up against the middle of the chair, her breasts pushing up against his knees as she desperately grinded her needy cunt against the head of his boot. 

Kiyo felt the girl’s weight against his shoe and opened his eyes at her. He placed his hand on the top of her head and chuckled airily. “Hghn~…look at you…so needy” He gently tugged against her hair. ‘You are doing a very good job~’ 

Bucking her hips against him, Kirumi continued to hump her dripping heat against his shoe. She let out a muffled moan when she felt her puffy clit hit against the material of his boot through the fabric of her clothes. She rapidly began stroking her tongue against his length, flattening her tongue and pointing it again as she licked lines up and down. 

“Gah~…s’close…oh, Kirumi~” Kiyo clutched at her shoulder with one hand as he chased his climax, encouraging the woman to go faster. 

He slowly tipped back his head, the coil within his body finally snapping as his orgasm came crashing over him, drawing a soft, but breathy moan out of his mouth as he spilled his seed down her throat, his eyes rolling back and hand gripping her shoulder. 

Choking on her own spit as she felt his warm and bitter cum dribble down her throat, Kirumi straightened up her posture. She quickly pulled her lips from around his cock and coughed, gasping audibly and clutching her hand to Kiyo’s knee, ropes of white semen dripping from the corner of her lips. With the head of his shoe ramming into her already slick pussy, she let out a small moan and fluttered her eyes shut. 

The man took notice of her abnormal movements, his eyes darkening with a heavy lust. “Kirumi…my dear~” Kiyo placed his hand on her shoulder as she grinded against him. He placed his hand onto her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. He pulled down his mask with his spare hand and smiled softly. 

“Don’t you think I’ll leave you to go untouched~…”