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[beromtr]

Manicure kit of 7 tools under Rs. 250

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[telepathicapathy]

I should really get a portable air compresser to keep in my car. I should also get new tires but both things can be true

[kismetlotts]

-`♡´- John Price fingering you in front of the mirror x afab femreader

cw: mirror kink, “good girl”, reader gets fingered

John Price was a mad man; a fucking machine. Built like a superhero, covered in dirt with that sexy beard of his but god damn you’d let him do the unspeakable to you.

He could fuck for hours, for nights- you swore if he had enough energy he could go on for days. But one thing he struggled to do was finger you.

You felt a bit embarrassed to ask why as you always assured him it felt good but the disgruntled expression and sigh he makes when he pulls out of you made you worry. You began to wonder if it was something wrong with you and that’s the reason why.

In your head it made sense, him making it plainly obvious he didn’t want to do it every-time it was over but your mind always made something up to contradict your theory.

If he hated it so much why did he enjoy eating you out? Why would he throw you in the bed, staring at your pussy hungry before attacking your clit fast and hard like the military captain he is? And if he hated fingering you so much why did he offer?

Why did he do that?

You stretched your legs out under your office chair before packing your bag and leaving work, on your way home. Tonight was the night you were going to ask him, embarrassing or not. You couldn’t let your dwelling and overthinking cluster up your head any longer, it was time.

You opened the gate to your rustic home and headed for the big door. The house you two had bought was quiet old and elegant and you’d loved it so much, decorating the decaying walls and overgrown garden and making it your own. You loved the style and it made you feel cozy, this was your dream house.

The door shut behind you and the farmilliar scent of vanilla candles and firewood cascaded through the walls as the fire cracked beside you. You hung up your coat and dumped your bag on the floor.

“Baby? Where are you?” You called and after hearing a couple strained grunts you heard Price yell back a ‘Here’ from upstairs. Curiosity flooded your mind and you jogged up the stairs and pushed open your bedroom door to see him crouched on the floor, tool kit sprawled behind him and a screw driver in his hand.

“What the fuck is that?” The laughter of your voice falling through as you store at the mirror nailed to the wall, it was huge. Something out of a ballet studio and you turned back to him, heavy breathing and whipping the sweat off of his pink face.

“Thought you’d like it, pretty big though.” Yeah, just a little. Head to toe taking all the room and right in-front of the bed, how amazing. Cant wait to wake up to my own reflection.

“Doesn’t exactly go with the rustic design of the house does it?” But all he did was laugh and pull you closer, giving you a sloppy but loving kiss on the lips as you tried to wriggle away. His hands clasped around you waist and you remembered what you were going to ask him. Your mouth fell ajar but before you could speak he was dragging along the wide wooden chair to sit on before placing it infront of the mirror and take a seat.

“Want to know what it’s for?” He asked, words laced with something you couldn’t put your tongue on but you hesitantly nodded, wondering why he bought this. It must’ve costed a lot, and it was rather beautiful, it was as clear as glass. Why did he get this.

Price smirked letting a deep chuckle through his tight lips before patting his laps for you to sit. You sat down hesitantly and glacéd in the mirror at you two, his hands around your waist, just above your black skirt and eyes locked onto you. His left hand trailed up towards your neck sending tingles down your body and dampening your panties again. His other creeping closer down and rubbed your thigh soothingly.

“When I finger you love, I struggle a lot. I know you notice and I want to let you know why I struggle.” His hand reached your neck just below your chin and he tilted your neck back so your head laid on his strong shoulder, still looking at yourself in the mirror, with him in control.

"I love to see my fingers inside you, your cum gushing out after i finger you, but i also love to see your little face. Your cute little scrunched eyes, mouth wide open out of pleasure.” You couldn’t fight back the small whimper you let out as his hands on your thigh slowly rose higher, slipping comfortably under your skirt.

“But darling i’m getting old now, aren’t I? It’s too hard to look up then down then up- I miss a few things and I don’t like missing.” His seductive grin send pools of lava to your stomach and your thighs tensed under his hands as his thick fingers grazed the soft fabric of your panties. Teasing you and loving every fucking second.

“But fuck, from this angle? I can see all of you, all of you at once. Your breathing, face, pussy, everything and I love it.” You shut your eyes in embarrassment and you felt your face burn while he slid your underwear down slowly and gently tapped against your precious sensitive skin.

Tracing slowly down your wet slit coating himself in your taste. He groaned at the feeling kissing your temple while his finger prodded into your entrance greedily. Next time he will take his time, next time he will have you begging for his fingers. Next time because god he couldn’t wait now.

The thickness of his finger stretched you out slightly as he thrusted it in and out of you, burning your hole slightly as he added another and another. Your moans and cries send sparks to his dick below you and you felt him harden more and more beneath you- he didn’t stop to fuck you though.

“Oh yeah darling look at you, fucking look at yourself.” His other hand stretched to your chin, tilting your face up and through tears you watched yourself be finger fucked by John. Tightening around his hand more and moaning louder as tears rolled down your cheek.

“Baby I’m going to-” You started but he shut you up shushing you quiet with a small kiss and rapid movements. His husky voice demanding you just to let yourself go.

“Come on, that’s it. Just let it all go, cum on my fingers. Good girl, oh my god you’re such a good girl.” As you came, cum squirting out of your abused hole and dripping down his sticky fingers. Your back arched and your legs started to shake and tremble against him and he just smiled. Pulling out of you and holding you for a moment, licking his fingers clean.

“Was that good darling? I loved it. So much better than usually fingering you.” You breathing calmed down slowly as you shakily nodded. John leant over giving you another loving kiss before chuckling.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to calm down and then we’ll go again, yeah?”

[inu-meow]

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[nyoomfruits]

osctober day nine

prompt: crown prince pairing: charles/oscar word count: 1k

“Oh, thank god,” Lando says, when they finally reach the top step of the winding stairs leading up to the highest turret of the castle.

“What,” Oscar wheezes. “Are you,” another wheeze. “Talking about?” He takes a moment to regain his breathing. “You didn’t have to walk up any of those stairs.”

The chipmunk sticks out his tongue at him. “No, but I had to listen to your annoying ass heavy breathing, so.”

“Right, I’m sorry for actually carrying you up all these steps,” Oscar says. “Next time you can walk yourself.”

“Animal abuse,” Lando states, scurrying down Oscar’s arm, digging his little nails into Oscar’s flesh as he makes his way down, makes his way to the giant wooden door at the end of the little hallway they’re standing in. “Also, fuck you, I saved you from that dragon.”

That’s. Actually that’s true. Oscar has to give him that. Sure, he mostly saved him by flirting with the dragon, and there was really only a 50/50 percent chance that was going to work but alas. It did. “Fine,” Oscar says, makes his way over to the door too. “Well, guess this is it.”

“Hm,” Lando says, looking at the door. “What if he’s dead?”

“The dragon?” Oscar asks, studying the lock. Nothing a standard lock picking kit shouldn’t be able to fix.

“What, no? God, I hope not. We have a date next week. No, you dumbass, the prince,” Lando says, sniffing at the door. “Doesn’t smell dead.”

“Well, let’s hope he’s alive, yeah? Or reward kind of depends on it. I don’t think we’re getting that outrageous bag of gold if we show up empty handed,” Oscar says, fiddling with the lock. “Fuck, this is a tricky one.”

“I mean, they never specified alive or dead,” Lando says, pensively.

“Still prefer alive,” Oscar mumbles around the tool in his mouth. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the door swings open. Lando squawks, and crawls back up to Oscar’s shoulder, half hiding behind his neck.

Oscar, still on his knees from where he was fiddling with the lock, looks up to come eye to eye with the Crown Prince of Ferrari in all his glory.

“My savior,” the Prince says. He’s. He’s quite pretty, actually. Also alive, so that’s. That’s good. Oscar wasn’t really looking forward to dragging a dead body back to court.

“Uh,” Oscar says, glancing up at the prince. “Just Oscar is fine, really.”

“Have you come to take me from this wretched tower?” The Crown Prince asks, looking at Oscar with big, beautiful eyes. Jesus fuck, they could have put that in the assignment, maybe. ‘Guy is unfairly pretty’. Oscar would’ve liked to know that. To prepare for. Well, whatever.

“Hey,” Lando chirps from Oscar’s shoulder, peering through the strands of hair curling at Oscar’s nape. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend’s home like that.”

“You haven’t even gone on your first date yet,” Oscar counters, before getting up and smiling a little stiffly at the prince. “We’re here to get you home, your Majesty.”

“Oh, Charles is fine,” Crown Prince Charles says. “So you are the brave knight who’s come to save me? The one who will become my husband?”

Oscar chokes on his own spit. Lando lets out a cackling laugh. “No, Mr. Prince. I’m really only here to take you home. Lord Sainz is expecting your return. And your hand in marriage.”

Charles cocks his head to the side. “But that’s not the rules, no? The rules are a brave knight comes to save me and then marries me and becomes prince of this lands as I become king.”

“Right, yeah, well you know what they say,” Oscar says, as he ushers Charles towards the stairs. “The times, they are a’changing. Also, I’m not a knight, so. There’s that.”

“Not a knight?” Charles is frowning, but lets himself be lead. “Lord?”

“Nope.”

“Count?”

“Also no.”

“Earl? Baron?”

“Nope and nope.”

“He’s quite useless, actually,” Lando chirps happily from Oscar’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Lando. Fuck you too,” Oscar says. Lando makes a loud smacking kiss sound. “But no. Merely a Blacksmith.”

“A blacksmith?” Charles asks, clearly confused.

“The one and only,” Oscar says. “Now, I’m pretty sure the dragon is head over heels in love with Lando here, so as long as he’s with us he won’t hurt us, but just in case we should be careful,” he adds, as they enter the main hall.

“He has a sick ass sword,” Lando says. “It’s very big.”

“Oh?” Charles says, glancing as the dragon as they pass it, who just blinks at them. “Please tell me more about your big ass sword.”

“Sick ass,” Lando corrects, as Oscar considers if it’s too late to just throw both of them into the lava pit.

“It’s big, it stabs things, it does the job,” Oscar grouches, as he pushes them on.

Charles looks him up and down appraisingly. “I’m sure it does.”

Oscar pauses then, right on the rickety wooden slat bridge across the lava pit. “Listen, Mr. Prince. I’m really only here to save you, bring you back to Lord Sainz in one piece, and then collect a big bulking bag of money, yeah? So I don’t know what fantasies you’ve been told about your savior, but I’m not here to fulfill them. Now can we please get a move on.”

Charles smile slips of his face. “Right, I. Right. It was silly of me, anyway. To fantasize these things, you know? The hero coming to rescue you, sweeping you off your feet… I’m sorry. I’ve been uh. I’ve been quite attached from real life for a while, so,” he smiles a little sadly. “You know how it gets. Anyway. Where are we going?”

Oscar feels a pang of sympathy all of a sudden. Charles has been stuck in that tower for so long, and he must have been dreaming about this day, about the day he’s free and well. Then he got Oscar. That must be… A little disappointing, at least.

But it’s okay. Soon, they will be back in the kingdom of Ferrari, and Charles will be able to marry Carlos, and he will get his happy ending, and it will all be fine.

They just have to get through the journey home first.

“Home,” Oscar simply says, and reaches his hand out to Charles, a piece offering.

Charles takes it, a soft smile on his face, and Oscar leads him off the slat bridge, into the great wide unknown.

They don’t stop holding hands until the sun sets and it’s time to turn in for the night. Charles talks the whole way, and Oscar listens, and wills his heart to stay quiet. He’s a blacksmith. There’s paths in life for a guy like him. His biggest price would be the giant bag of gold. Not a prince. Never a prince.

Charles is nice. But Charles has a home. And Oscar… Oscar and Lando and their giant bag of gold will just have to go out and try to find their own.  

[beromt12]

[e-likes-bones]

so a couple months ago now i think? i decided on a whim to make a puppet since i figured i had enough supplies lying around to do it, which resulted in me being struck to make arguably one of the best members* of the rock-afire explosion into a marionette: looney bird!

(excuse the goofy looking puppetry, i don’t actually have any experience w/ marionettes. whoops!)

anyhow i know a couple people that have seen puppet looney were curious how i made him, so under the cut i’ll have my rambles about that!

making looney bird was super fun! so expect this section to be long because i do wanna explain everything as much as i can. i will divid this up into sections, which shall be:

body, head, & neck

face & plant/leaves

tail & wings

legs & feet

strings & control

anyhow! let me get to explaining lol

Section 1: body, head, & neck

this is where i began! i made a base for the head & body out of crayola air dry clay so i had base shapes to put the fur on top & so the puppet would have a decent little bit of weight to it. the head was just a small ball, while the body was larger & slightly more oblong. while the base & the other sculpted parts were drying, i had to color the fur i was going to use.

i only had white faux fur (2 different kinds, a soft, sort pile, & a less soft, longer pile; what i use for most of looney is the short pile) going into this project, & since this fella was made exclusively from craft materials i had lying around, i needed to find a way to color it. I attempted dying some of the fur w/ some old t-shirt dyes i had lying around, but when that didn't work i turned to my old alcohol markers to see if they worked, & they surprisingly did! really well too! (altho there are some areas that i struggled to get ink into, but overall the color isn't too too patchy)

once i had the dry clay & fur, i got to covering the bases w/ the fur! which. i did primarily by super glueing small sections of each piece of fur down, maneuvering the fabric to lay flush w/ the base & making sure to maintain the same direction of the fur, & repeating until the fur was completely attached.

the neck was simpler, i took some more of the red colored fur, folded it over into a flat tube shape, & glued either end to the head & body (still paying attention to the fur direction!) then i took some of the remaining uncolored (white) fur & made the ring of white around the base of looney's neck!

Section 2: face & plant/leaves

imo, this was the section i had the most fun w/ lol! i actually sculpted the face after making the head & body's clay bases so that they had extra time to dry. i made the entire face as a "faceplate" for easy attachment at the size i needed, plus sculpting the face as one thing allowed me to have the 3 extra bits i needed to attach looney's face feathers the best later on in the process. the face is also made of crayola air dry clay btw.

after the face was dry it was painting time! i just used some old art kit acrylic paints for all the base colors, & the eyes were possible using a nail art dotting tool. i went over looney's cheeks w/ chalk pastel dust to get the blush effect, then sealed everything in using mod podge.

now he needed his face feathers! remember how i had 2 different faux furs? well here's where the longer pile one gets used! i cut really small sections of the longer fur & trimmed them down to be just 3 little fuzzy bits essentially, then using another alcohol marker, i colored them green & glued them to the green side sections on looney's faceplate. from here, i attached looney's face to his head, then cut & pasted the surrounding small white feather sections on either side of his face & below his beak. it was after that i made the purple feathers, as those are just colored paper clippings that i glued to the back of looney's faceplate that didn't attach to his head. (picture of what i mean below)

anyhow! onto the plant on looney's head! the stem of the plant was just a jewelry wire that i twisted to make a bit thicker, then dipped in green paint to color it & smooth the twist out, then sealed w/ mod podge, & finally glues to the top of looney's head. the leaves, much like the purple feathers, are paper, but cut into leaf shapes & colored to roughly mimic looney's leaves, then they were very carefully super glued to the stem

Section 3: tail & wings

these bits were pretty simple imo, the tail is made of embroidery floss i cut & sectioned to create looney’s tail pattern, then i tied it together to create a base i could easily attach to his body. i also tried brushing it to make the individual threads smaller since i preferred the look & thought it made it look more like feathers? but either way, from there it got glued on & i moved on to the wings.

the wings are again the short pile fur i used on the body, but they were left white when i cut them, so once i got the wing shape formed i could color the sections that needed to be red & just leave the wingtips white how i wanted. the wings were 4 panels cut into a roughly triangular shape & glued together to create 2 wings

Section 4: legs & feet

the legs & feet were also relatively simple but i have never been the best at sculpting feet so i suffered just a tad. anyhow the feet are also sculpted from crayola air dry clay like other pieces, then painted & sealed the same as the faceplate.

the legs are pony beads & more embroidery floss. i used the beads to make the legs as full & patterned as i wanted & the string to make sure the legs are loose & easy to maneuver. 2 beads were glued to looney’s body & 2 to his feet, & the string was looped thru the body beads, down through the leg beads, & tied & secured to the feet beads

Section 5: strings & controls

finally! the last section!

the string is just some clear beading string. there are 4 strings, which were tied & glued to both foot beads, the base of the tail, & the base of the plant. i eyeballed the needed length for each string to keep the puppet at an upright position when held up regularly & cut them to size.

the control is just a pair of chopsticks i cut to the rough size of the puppet & glued the ends of the strings to: the head & back end strings to either side of one stick, & both feet strings to either end of the other stick.

& that was pretty much everything i had to do to make looney!! it took like. 2 days? i was very dedicated to finishing him in just a weekend. thank you to anyone who read all my extended rambles about how i made this guy!!! i appreciate it!! also please excuse any typos, i never make typos ever idk what y’all are talking about

[telepathicapathy]

I should really get a portable air compresser to keep in my car. I should also get new tires but both things can be true

[captainsophiestark]

Husband, Not Handyman

Colin Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Bridgerton

Day Sixteen Prompt: "No, I'm not okay."

Summary: Colin's feeling insecure about how self-sufficient his spouse is, so they set him straight.

Word Count: 1,223

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I grinned and put my hands on my hips, hammer still held loosely in one, as I admired my handiwork. In a matter of hours, I'd fixed our lopsided bookshelf, realigned and remedied our sticky door, and nailed down a loose floorboard that liked to trip me at least once a day. Not bad at all for a day's work.

My husband, Colin, had been helping his brothers with some business or other all day. So, with our house to myself, I'd gotten to work on a few of the projects we'd been meaning to deal with. For me, the accomplishment and satisfaction that came from fixing something with my own two hands was almost unbeatable.

I smiled and sighed, then started to put my tools away when the door came swinging open.

I turned to find Colin standing there, a tool kit of his own in-hand. He looked incredibly surprised to see me standing in the middle of our sitting room with a hammer.

"...You fixed the bookshelf. And the floorboard."

"And the door," I said happily. "I had quite a bit of time today, so I figured I may as well just take care of it all. I have to admit, I actually enjoy being handy."

"Oh. That's... wonderful."

Colin sounded almost robotic, the words coming to him anything but naturally. His motions were jerky as he turned around, taking his toolbox and heading back towards the door. I frowned.

"Colin?"

He just gave me a very noncommital noise as an acknowledgement, and continued out the door. I set down my hammer and quickly followed after him.

"Colin!" I caught his arm in the hallway, and when I turned him to face me, he had a pained look on his face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay." I took a step closer as Colin huffed a breath. We hadn't been married very long, and I'd never seen him acting like this before. I wasn't totally sure how to handle it. "It's just... I feel a bit... useless."

"...What?"

"Oh please! You don't need me. You don't need me to fix things, you don't need me to navigate when we go into town, you don't even need my help building a fire! I just... I don't understand what I'm supposed to do, why you chose to marry me, if you don't need me at all."

Colin stared at me once the confession was off his chest, looking frustrated and devastated. I just stared back at him in shock for a few moments, trying to let his words sink in. Finally, I shook my head and held up my hands to rest on his arms and chest.

"Darling... are you serious? I'm from one of the wealthiest families in the Ton. If I needed a man to fix things around my house, I would've called one! Not married one! Please, tell me you're joking."

"I'm not joking!" Colin huffed, taking a step back and brushing me off. I frowned. "If you don't need me, why am I here? It's supposed to be my job as your husband to take care of you, to provide for you. What am I for if I can't do that? If you're better at it than I am?"

I took a long, deep breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. I let it out slowly, then finally met Colin's eyes again. He looked as upset as ever, but I was determined to knock some common sense into his head, whether or not he wanted it.

"Colin. I did not marry you—nor would I ever marry anyone—because I needed you to take care of me. It's true that, if I never married, I'm in the fortunate position where I almost certainly would've been fine, both financially and in terms of fixing things around my house. The reason I am married, Colin, and in fact the whole point of the thing, is because I love you. You, the man who makes me laugh and who shares my love of travel and who I know I can trust with any secret, situation, or request. Not what you can do for me."

Colin shifted, his expression moving from firmly negative to a bit more neutral. But he still looked somewhat uncertain.

"Listen to me very carefully, Colin Bridgerton," I said, stepping forward and gently taking Colin's free hand. He let me, although he still watched me a little warily. "I married you because I love you. I love you because of who you are. Who you are makes me happy. That's it. Life is better and much more enjoyable when you have someone to share it with, and as far as I'm concerned, you're my perfect person to share it with. And with all of that said, if I ever do need somebody, I know you'll be there to have my back. Just like I'll be there to have yours. Okay?"

Colin bit his lip and frowned, but he stepped closer to me. He set the toolbox down on the nearest hall table, then took my other hand in his, too.

"Are you... sure? You're not going to wish for something different? Or someone different? I just feel a bit more... replacable. Since you don't need me."

"My god, no." I stepped forward, bringing my hands up to cup Colin's face. He tentatively wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me ever so slightly closer to him. I smiled. "I know you might not hear as much from your friends or whoever else, but believe me, you should be more secure in our relationship because it was out of choice, not necessity. I turned down quite a few suitors in the Ton because I didn't want to be with them, and I promise you, they were all perfectly capable of fixing floorboards and doors. But I didn't like any of them nearly enough to want to commit to spending the rest of my life with them if I didn't have to. And since I didn't have to, you, Colin, are the only person I've ever met who's passed the test. By miles."

Finally, a smile broke out on Colin's face. His arms tightened around me, holding me close to his chest, and I let my hands wander to his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

"You know, that makes me feel much better to hear."

"I should hope so!"

"I'm sorry I didn't realize. And I hope you know this already, but I would choose you every time, too. Over everyone else. You're... you're my best friend. And the best person I've ever met in my life. I love you."

I smiled, then leaned in to close the distance between my husband and I, pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss. His mouth chased after mine when I pulled away, and I put a hand on his chest with a laugh.

"I love you too, Colin. The most."

He grinned, all our earlier troubles forgotten as he kissed me again. I smiled into it, letting Colin sweep me away in the moment. Even though we'd had a few bumps in our early courtship and marriage, I really did love him with my entire heart. Hopefully this would be our last bump for a while, but even if it wasn't, I knew we'd get through that together just like we had everything else.

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[cal-flakes]

reader patching up dealer!rafe after a deal goes wrong and he gets hurt

╰┈➤ patching rafe up

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of violence.

summary: rafe comes home looking like he’s been through the wars.

a sudden slam of the door had y/n out of her seat, grabbing the baseball bat rafe kept underneath the couch.

“y/n! i need some help here!��� she heard barry shout. sighing, she dropped the weapon onto the couch and made her way through to the foyer.

her mouth fell open at the scene before her. rafe’s arm was slung around barry’s shoulder as the latter helped him inside. rafe chuckled lowly at her horrified look. “is it that bad baby?”

“that bad! what the hell happened?” she shrieked, glaring at the pair as they cowered away from her gaze.

“jus’ a lil’ altercation mama..” barry smirked, attempting to calm her down. “you should see the other guy..” rafe joked, throwing his head back hysterically.

“this isn’t funny rafe..” y/n sighed, holding her hands on her hips. “i’ll leave you two lovebirds to it then..” barry nodded towards rafe before shutting the front door behind him.

“angel, im fine..” rafe cooed, stroking her face with his thumb. “whatever, come on”

he followed behind her sheepishly as she headed for the kitchen, a stomp in her step as she did. he knew she hated it when he came back injured, but sometimes it was inevitable, especially when dealing with volatile people.

grabbing the first aid kit, she perched on the kitchen island, allowing rafe to step in between her parted legs. “what happened this time?”

“disagreement over money..” he stated, nonchalantly. she scoffed at the coolness of his tone, as if it was completely normal. “as usual then?”

rolling her eyes as he chuckled, she dowsed a cotton bud in rubbing alcohol. “this is going to sting a bit..” she muttered, tongue between her teeth as she concentrated on the wound on his cheek bone.

closing his eyes, he prepared for the pain before letting out a loud yell, digging his nails into her leg in turn.

pulling away immediately, her brows furrowed as she stared at him. “are you serious? stop being a baby..” she snapped half-heartedly, wrapping her legs around him to pull him closer.

“i’m not being a baby, you just put too much on..” he whined, looking like a scolded child. “do it yourself then..” she exclaimed, setting the tools down beside her.

“no!” he wailed. “i like it when you do it..” he smiled, giving in.

“exactly, so stay still..”