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cherryfused Ā· 2 days ago
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cherryfused Ā· 2 days ago
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@cherryfused asked: 怌 WHISPER 怍 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear / šŸ˜ļø
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Vox gives a performative grimace as he hears the hushed words coming into his audio input, his best attempt to appear merely annoyed by Cherry's actions instead of completely engrossed in the fantasy entailed by what she's describing. He knows he's not getting any of what's promised either way, and so he refuses to give her the satisfaction. Or at least, he tries.
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"You've... been spending too much time around Angel." The way that he's started digging his claws into the surface of his desk and the loud sound of the fans desperately trying to keep him cool, it seems like that time's certainly paid off.
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cherryfused Ā· 1 month ago
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This is Cherry whenever there's two Voxes [ or more ] at any given time:
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cherryfused Ā· 2 months ago
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Absolute icons !!
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There's no need for words. Velvette thinks she makes her opinion of Cherry's outfit pretty clear as she struts up to the girl, grips the low collar of her top, and rips it clean down the middle. "Oops." Cheap fucking fabric. ( from @devilvette )
ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ā€œWELL THAT WAS A LITTLE RUDE,ā€ CHERRY PURRS,慤not startled; rather, the complete opposite: delighted. Rubine lips curl around the word like it’s the stem of a cherry she’s not done sucking on; the sound is lazy, too pleased to be mad, even as fabric peels down her torso in two dramatic halves. Threads hang like ribbons around her waist, & her expression flickers between mock-offense & perhaps something a little hungrier, ā€œYa always greet employees by trying to cop a feel, or am I just your type?ā€ She tosses what’s left of her shirt over one shoulder like a silk scarf & steps forward, toe-to-toe with the chaos sprite in platform heels & bad intentions. Her tone dips [ low, syrupy-slow ] as she adds, ā€œIf you wanted me undressed, all you had to do was buy me a drink first,ā€ [ admittedly, her colleague Vox did a lot less, & Cherry has no problem fucking him… for the time being, that is ] There’s glitter on her collarbones & the faint shimmer of old burn scars beneath it; she wears the damage like stage makeup, meant to dazzle, not hide. Her posture leans into Velvette’s orbit, but it’s unclear whether she’s sizing her up for a fight, a flirt, or something worse…
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The air between them feels staged in a way; full of velvet curtain tension & backstage dare. Cherry doesn’t pull back; if anything, she closes the distance, a cherrybomb idly spinning in her palm, [ tick tick, bitch ] ā€œGuess I owe ya now, huh?ā€ she muses, lone eye dragging from the slash in her top to the fingers that caused it, ā€œBut if I let you start dressing me, you’d better be ready to finish the job; ya gonna get to the rest... or do you want me to do it?ā€ Her grin is all teeth, lipstick smeared just enough to hint she’s been kissing trouble already tonight; still standing close enough to taste her perfume & impulse. Cherry’s not sure if this is a power move or foreplay, but either way, she’s not about to be the first to blink. She shifts her weight just ever so, allowing her hip brush Velvette’s with just enough friction to leave a question mark hanging in the air…
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cherryfused Ā· 2 months ago
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ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ā€œYOU CALL THIS SHIT A MEET & GREET?ā€ć…¤Cherry laughs; bright, edged with bite [ unmoved even as security drifts closer, every note of it daring them to try ] Eye doesn’t even flick to the guard, barely acknowledges him actually; all her attention’s on the star of the hour. Her fingers keep spinning that cherrybomb, [ slow & deliberate, ] a dare wrapped in glitter, ā€œThen I’m real glad I missed it, sweetheart,ā€ she hums, stepping fully into the threshold [ uncowed & unhurried, ] ā€œI don’t do lines… or crowds… or waiting my turn, really,ā€ There’s something practiced about the way she leans in [ equal parts fangirl, critic, & chaos engine ] but her gaze is sharp beneath her black lipstick & teasing, ā€œBesides,ā€ she adds, gesturing vaguely toward the stage, ā€œthey might be dying to see you, sure. But I don’t think any of ā€˜em walked through fire to get a closer look,ā€ Grin widens, but otherwise doesn’t soften; she’s not drunk on the atmosphere the way others might be. She’s hungry; watching & reading the demoness across from her the same way she reads a lit fuse,
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The bass still thrums through the walls, but Cherry filters it out; her mind is focused, which is dangerous. She’s not here for a selfie or a signature; she’s here for the person underneath all the glitter & glamor, curious about the kind of woman who survives being worshipped like that every night, ā€œYou look good up there,ā€ she adds, voice lower now, perhaps more honest than maybe intended, ā€œLike you were born in the spotlight; betcha they forget you’re even real.ā€ She doesn’t sound like she’s flirting anymore, [ though, the warmth in her tone says she still could, if she wanted to, ] She tucks the cherrybomb away at last [ the faintest hint of restraint ] as her shoulders ease, gaze locked on Verosika’s face, ā€œYou always that cool with strangers in your dressing room?ā€ she asks, cocking a brow, ā€œOr am I gonna get dragged out mid-compliment?ā€ Cherry wants to see what’ll crack first: the stage mask or the woman behind it; there’s no threat in her posture, no pitch in her presence, [ just a rather peculiar combination of softness & spark that clings to girls who once wore halos & haven’t quite shaken the habit of giving a damn… ]
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Skin holds the heat of performance—sweat mingling with highlighter that catches the light a little too eagerly, then settles on camera like liquid crystal. A quick touch-up leaves behind the faint scent of hairspray and setting powder, paired with a new outfit that signals the next show is close. The crowd’s voices fade into a low hum and when Cherry steps in, she moves like a note folding seamlessly into the music—present, but unobtrusive.Ā 
ā The meet and greet is over, babe. āž Verosika’s reply slides into autopilot; too much noise clutters the space between the stage and her mind. With a subtle gesture, she signals the guard, who steps in to guide drifting fans away. But not before Verosika pivots, casting a curious glance toward the stranger.
ā You really should get here early! There are people out there DYING to see me! āž Nothing Cherry says takes hold—not from indifference, but from a measured distance. Verosika drinks steadily from her flask, her focus sharp and unyielding—the only thing that carries her through show after show.
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cherryfused Ā· 2 months ago
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ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ā€œā€˜FINE’ HE SAYS; ALL COVERED IN SOOT,慤bleeding through dollar-store gauze, & smelling like a trash fire married a liquor store,ā€ Cherry scoffs without real heat, corner of her mouth twitching up as she peels another snack cake from the cellophane with her teeth, fingers too sticky from blood & antiseptic to manage grace. The motel TV flickers like a dying bug zapper, casting Husk in glitchy blues & soft static shadows, & she allows her gaze to linger long enough to read the little tells he probably doesn’t know he’s giving off; she sees the way his hand slows around the bandage, how his brow furrows from focus. There’s an ease to it now, an almost domestic silence between their bickering; she doesn't press or thank him, nor does she ask why he still hasn’t kicked her out. Instead, she grabs a half-melted bottle of cheap gin from the nightstand, swishes it like mouthwash & raises it halfway toward him. ā€œTo surviving the gate-truck debacle,ā€ she toasts with a grin, ā€œ...Again. & to me, for doing all the damn legwork while you played getaway driver-slash-scenic navigator; pfft.ā€ She lets the words hang in the air, bold & stupid & loud [ just like her ] There’s glitter in her eyelashes, dried blood in the crease of her elbow, & bruises blooming across her ribs, but she leans back like it’s the most comfortable bed in all of Hell, arms spread out like she owns the room,
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Husk doesn’t say much [ he never does, truly ] but Cherry knows him well enough now to catch the meaning in the grunt he gives her toast, the way his ears flick without twitching away. It’s not approval exactly, but it isn’t annoyance either, is it? [ Humans are so weird, ] She stretches, foot nudging the side of his chair with a light kick, ā€œYou ever think it’s weird we’re both still alive?ā€ Cherry doesn’t say it, but the last job was closer than she’ll admit; closer than he knows. She still hears the blast when she closes her eye; still smells his blood under her nails. That was hours ago, & she hasn’t left the room since, ā€œMaybe Hell’s just short on warm bodies lately,ā€ she muses aloud, half to herself; her voice is quieter now, worn thin at the edges, but her smirk returns quick enough. ā€œOr maybe you just really like having me around...ā€ it's not a real question, not one she expects answered; but it’s there anyway, like smoke trailing from a spark…
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theĀ  bandageĀ  slapsĀ  againstĀ  hisĀ  chestĀ  solidlyĀ  ,Ā  andĀ  heĀ  grumblesĀ  againĀ  .Ā  slowlyĀ  ,Ā  heĀ  snakesĀ  itĀ  aroundĀ  hisĀ  forearmĀ  ,Ā  earsĀ  andĀ  noseĀ  twitchingĀ  atĀ  theĀ  stingĀ  .Ā  āĀ  I'mĀ  justĀ  madĀ  .Ā  āžĀ  heĀ  respondsĀ  listlesslyĀ  ,Ā  concentrationĀ  devotedĀ  toĀ  keepingĀ  theĀ  circulationĀ  inĀ  hisĀ  armĀ  (Ā  notĀ  tooĀ  tightĀ  ,Ā  notĀ  tooĀ  looseĀ  )Ā  .Ā  .Ā  .Ā  butĀ  heĀ  doesĀ  eventuallyĀ  lookĀ  upĀ  .Ā  likeĀ  throwingĀ  aĀ  boneĀ  toĀ  aĀ  houndĀ  ,Ā  heĀ  raisesĀ  hisĀ  eyebrowsĀ  atĀ  herĀ  -Ā  hisĀ  universalĀ  signĀ  ofĀ  appeasementĀ  .Ā  āĀ  don'tĀ  worryĀ  yourĀ  prettyĀ  headĀ  noneĀ  .Ā  it'sĀ  fineĀ  .Ā 
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cherryfused Ā· 2 months ago
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ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ā€œEXPLOSIONS TEND TO LEAVE TRAILS, BABE —ㅤI just follow the smoke,ā€ Cherry’s voice is steady, seemingly disinterested on the surface, but her hands betray the truth: precise, practiced & much too careful to be casual. The thread bites through the torn edge of scaled flesh with a snap, grip stead; there’s soot under her nails, gunpowder ghosts along her wrists, but her touch is delicate all the same. She leans in close enough to smell the residue in his coat, close enough to feel the heat that still lingers in his ribs, ā€œYou really oughta label your prototypes better, y’know,ā€ comes the murmur; lips curve, faint & sly, as she tugs the stitch tighter, ignoring the way he hisses [ it’s almost fond; intimate, even ] Cherry has long since grown used to patching herself, so it’s not new by any means; but doing it for someone else always felt strange, sacred even, in a world this cruel. Shifting to brace her weight more comfortably, the tip of her boot nudges a scorched wrench out of the way, ā€œAnyway,ā€ she adds, quieter now, ā€œyou’re lucky I was already nearby. Wouldn’t want the wrong person seeing you all cracked open like this; you wouldn’t believe the sickos out there, coming up with all sorts of ways to take advantage of you like this,ā€ she smirks,
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Eye flicks up, finally catching his, ā€œBesides,ā€ she brushes a curl from her cheek with the back of her wrist, ā€œyou’re cute when you’re bleeding out & still trying to lecture me.ā€ Cherry isn’t built for stillness or softness or moments like this, but they’ve found her anyway, curling between the stitches & the burn marks like moss through sidewalk cracks; she could say she’s doing this because someone has to [ he’s her arch nemesis, after all; gotta protect your own & all that ] or because he’d do the same for her [ he wouldn’t, & she knows that ], or because it keeps her distracted from worse things. But the truth is simpler: she likes him. ā€œSo,ā€ she adds, tying the thread with a knot that’ll scar neat & proud, ā€œif you ever decide to blow yourself up again, mind giving me a heads-up? I’ll bring snacks next time,ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā NEW Ā  EXPERIMENTS Ā  CAME Ā  WITH Ā  THE Ā  TENDENCY Ā  TO Ā  BACK Ā  FIRE. Ā  ESPECIALLY Ā  the Ā  testing Ā  models. Ā  He Ā  should Ā  have Ā  known Ā  better. Ā  However, Ā  he Ā  was Ā  far Ā  too Ā  into Ā  his Ā  work Ā  to Ā  care. Ā  That Ā  spark Ā  of Ā  curiosity, Ā  the Ā  fire Ā  lit Ā  in Ā  his Ā  gut Ā  pushed Ā  him Ā  forward. Ā  It Ā  led Ā  to Ā  him Ā  on Ā  the Ā  floor, Ā  a Ā  few Ā  feet Ā  away Ā  from Ā  where Ā  the Ā  new Ā  weapon Ā  exploded. Ā  Pain Ā  surged Ā  through Ā  his Ā  core, Ā  but Ā  he Ā  ignored Ā  it Ā  to Ā  take Ā  in Ā  the Ā  damage Ā  that Ā  had Ā  been Ā  done. Ā  All Ā  things Ā  considered, Ā  he Ā  didn’t Ā  have Ā  to Ā  start Ā  from Ā  scratch. Ā  The Ā  idea Ā  filled Ā  him Ā  with Ā  absolute Ā  joy Ā  until Ā  the Ā  corner Ā  of Ā  his Ā  eyes Ā  started Ā  to Ā  darken. Ā  Sir Ā  Pentious Ā  finally Ā  listened Ā  to Ā  his Ā  body, Ā  and Ā  took Ā  a Ā  seat Ā  for Ā  a Ā  rest. Ā  When Ā  he Ā  saw Ā  the Ā  crimson Ā  soaking Ā  his Ā  clothing Ā  he Ā  realized Ā  just Ā  how Ā  deep Ā  the Ā  wound Ā  in Ā  his Ā  side Ā  was.Ā Ā Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THIS Ā  FIRECRACKER Ā  OF Ā  A Ā  WOMAN Ā  SEEMED Ā  DRAWN Ā  TO Ā  EXPLOSIONS. Ā  SHE Ā  had Ā  made Ā  him Ā  jump Ā  when Ā  she Ā  first Ā  spoke, Ā  already Ā  at Ā  his Ā  side Ā  to Ā  look Ā  at Ā  the Ā  wound Ā  he Ā  gave Ā  himself. Ā  Sir Ā  Pentious Ā  waved Ā  her Ā  away Ā  at Ā  first, Ā  but Ā  he Ā  knew Ā  the Ā  pain Ā  of Ā  cleaning Ā  and Ā  stitching Ā  his Ā  own Ā  wounds. Ā  It Ā  was Ā  preferable Ā  to Ā  have Ā  it Ā  done Ā  by Ā  someone Ā  else’s Ā  hand… Ā  a Ā  hand Ā  he Ā  trusted. Ā  Did Ā  he Ā  trust Ā  @cherryfused? Ā  She Ā  had Ā  been Ā  the Ā  only Ā  one Ā  to Ā  come Ā  to Ā  his Ā  aid— Ā  really Ā  the Ā  only Ā  person Ā  there Ā  when Ā  he Ā  turned Ā  his Ā  head, Ā  and Ā  the Ā  only Ā  one Ā  genuinely Ā  interested Ā  in Ā  his Ā  work.Ā  It Ā  made Ā  his Ā  ribcage Ā  tight, Ā  and Ā  his Ā  whole Ā  body Ā  warm. Ā  What Ā  was Ā  that Ā  feeling Ā  exactly? Ā  It Ā  would Ā  be Ā  something Ā  to Ā  look Ā  into Ā  at Ā  a Ā  certain Ā  point Ā  in Ā  time.Ā Ā Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā› just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. āœ
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā HER Ā  VOICE Ā  PULLED Ā  HIM Ā  FROM Ā  THE Ā  DEEP Ā  RECESSES Ā  OF Ā  HIS Ā  mind. Ā  Crimson Ā  eyes Ā  glanced Ā  at Ā  her Ā  as Ā  she Ā  worked Ā  carefully Ā  yet Ā  effortlessly. Ā  A Ā  gentle Ā  hiss Ā  rumbled Ā  through Ā  his Ā  entire Ā  body Ā  before Ā  it Ā  turned Ā  venomous Ā  at Ā  the Ā  tug Ā  of Ā  a Ā  stitch, Ā  ā€œ Ā  If Ā  you Ā  don’t Ā  kill Ā  me Ā  firssst, Ā  that Ā  isss, Ā  ā€ Ā  he Ā  was Ā  half Ā  serious. Ā  He Ā  hoped Ā  it Ā  would Ā  make Ā  her Ā  smile Ā  and Ā  why Ā  did Ā  he Ā  want Ā  that? Ā  ā€œ Ā  I Ā  am Ā  curious, Ā  Missss Ā  Cherry, Ā  how Ā  are Ā  you Ā  so Ā  quick Ā  to Ā  appear Ā  in Ā  sssituations Ā  such Ā  as Ā  thisss? Ā  ā€
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"Here! It's pasta salad. My own recipe." There's a warm, if not also nervous, smile on Melissa's face as she offers up the tupperware to the other. "I make it sometimes for the guys, and I had some extra sooo... I hope you like it." ( from melissa, idk why but i decided she likes to meal prep lol )
ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ć…¤ā€œOOOOH, PASTA SALAD, HUH?ā€ CHERRY RAISES A BROW,慤eyeing the tupperware almost like it might bite; she’s naturally suspicious of anything homemade & handed to her with a smile [ though, it doesn’t mean it’s not appreciated! ] — Cherry takes it, fingers curling around the container, ā€œThis a bribe? You tryin’ to butter me up before I blow somethin’ up again?ā€ Her grin tugs wide, though there’s no real bite behind it; just that usual Cherry Bomb spark, a little razzle-dazzle to keep everyone on their toes. Popping the lid open, she sniffs exaggeratedly [ purely for comedic flair, ] ā€œSmells... surprisingly not poisoned,ā€ Cue a wink, a shrug, & she digs in with whatever plastic fork she’s pilfered from someone’s desk drawer, taking a bite… —pause, [ chew, then a blink… ] ā€œOkay, wait. Hold up. This is actually… pretty fucking good?ā€ A genuine declaration, which is already rare; this alone earns Melissa a side glance just shy of impressed, ā€œYou didn’t tell me you could cook. I assumed you were one of those ā€˜burn cereal’ types.ā€ [ & yet, she was still willing to eat her concoction; but let’s not dwell on that! ] There's the smallest glint of curiosity in her tone now; just maybe, she’s willing to admit this small act of kindness feels... weirdly nice,
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She leans back against the counter, tupperware still in hand, twirling the fork like it’s a detonator she’s debating whether to press, ā€œY’know,ā€ she says, mouth half-full, ā€œthis is kinda the first thing someone’s given me in a while that didn’t come with strings or sarcasm.ā€ The words slip out with the same lazy charm she applies to everything else, but this time she covers it with a smirk, rolling her eye, ā€œDon’t let it go to your head though; one good pasta salad & I’m not suddenly a reformed soul.ā€ The fork flicks upward, a silver jest in her hand; more laughter than warning, ā€œStill,ā€ she adds after a beat, popping another bite between her teeth, ā€œ...if this is what the guys are eating, maybe I oughta crash lunch more often. Or better yet; maybe you oughta open a place. Call it ā€˜Boom & Bites.’ I’ll handle the explosions, you handle the carbs,ā€ She grins [ wide & wicked ] but there’s something warmer beneath it now; a wordless thank you…
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SOFTĀ  DETAILSĀ  FOR SMUTĀ  &Ā  INTIMATEĀ  MOMENTSĀ 
[ TRUST ]Ā  sender gently telling the receiver ā€œjust let goā€ as they get them to finish.Ā Ā 
[ TRUSTED ]Ā  receiver gently telling senderĀ ā€œjust let goā€ as they get them to finish.Ā 
[ GRATIFY ]Ā Ā sender askingĀ ā€œis that better?ā€ after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them.Ā 
[ GRATIFYING ]Ā  receiver askingĀ ā€œis that better?ā€ after finally penetrating sender after teasing them.Ā 
[ CONTROL ]Ā  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue.Ā 
[ CONTROLLED ]Ā  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue.Ā Ā 
[ GAZE ]Ā  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying ā€œlook at meā€ during sex or foreplay.
[ GAZING ]Ā  receiver taking sender’s jaw and sayingĀ ā€œlook at meā€ during sex or foreplay.
[ HOLD ]Ā  sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whisperingĀ ā€œi’ve got you.ā€Ā 
[ HELD ]Ā  receiver holding sender close during an especially intense moment and whisperingĀ ā€œi’ve got youā€Ā 
[ CLOSE ]Ā  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,Ā  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.Ā 
[ CLOSER ]Ā  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,Ā  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.Ā 
[ JOY ]Ā  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,Ā  taking the opportunity to check in.Ā 
[ JOYFUL ]Ā  receiver getting louder than usual which makes sender start laughing affectionately,Ā  taking the opportunity to check in.Ā 
[ TIMID ]Ā  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,Ā  laughing softly at the intensity.Ā  Ā 
[ COAX ]Ā  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,Ā  breathing praises against their skin.Ā 
[ ADORE ]Ā  sender whisperingĀ ā€œyou’re perfectā€ to receiver after undressing them.Ā 
[ ADORED ]Ā  receiver whisperingĀ ā€œyou’re perfectā€ to sender after undressing them.Ā 
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instagram @smutty_secrets
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If Diza [ Cherry ] is ever around your muse in her true / previous / Heavenly form, they are absolutely welcome to make fun of her Heavenly garb. It was full-on princess fairy meets choir girl; soft pastels, translucent layers, glowing lace, glittering embellishments & fluttery sleeves. It was all part of the image; sweet, mild, obedient; definitely not her. So yeah, if your muse laughs? She’s right lowkey there with them; eye-roll & all,
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šŸ’‹šŸ’‹šŸ’‹šŸ’‹šŸ’‹ / from @cherryfused [ she's taking all of them, deal with it /jk ]
The first 5 Asks to sendĀ šŸ’‹ get a kiss (3/5)
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It's the quickest way to shut this insufferable brat up, and he's going to take it. Slamming one hand down on his desk, he hefts her up with his other arm wrapped around her waist, glaring at the cyclops. He pauses only long enough to let out a growl of disapproval, a spark jumping between his antennae, before he pulls her in for the kiss. There's no hesitation to use tongue, letting bloody saliva dribble between their mouths. With a sweeping motion, the overlord uses their free hand to clear the surface of his desk - a simple task, considering Cherry had already knocked half of what was on there over.
He'd probably have to cancel that three thirty meeting.
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