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arlana-likes-to-write · 3 months ago

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HELLOOO

Just curious if you were willing to write a Kate Bishop x fem r, where the two finally become intimate but Kate discovers that it is the first time for reader and show her how it's done? but like in a super cute romantic and caring way (?)

but also a lot of fluff (in addition to smut)

Mine to Love

Warning: MDNI, 18+, first time sex, virginity lost, fluff, Kate is down bad for the reader, reader's job is toxic, fluff and smut, praise kink (reader), pain kink (Kate), fingering (r receiving), poorly written sex, pet names, no usage of y/n, reader has no physical description

Word Count: 3.4 K

You understood the pressure and thrived underneath it. It made you better, and you strived to be perfect. When you worked in a male-dominated profession, you knew the pressure would be there. Files on your desk that you were expected to file, clients you needed to greet with a smile, and your uniform was always perfect. Sometimes, it was frustrating, but you took everything with a smile and a quiet acceptance because you knew this wouldn’t be forever. It was a job while you studied for the bar exam, and it was a great experience to say you worked at a law firm.

As perfect as you were under pressure, sometimes it got too much. You were getting over a 24-hour stomach bug that caused you to call out of work. Your boss gave you the day off even though he was reluctant to do so. However, you’ve never called out and rarely used your PTO. In the end, he had no choice. You expected someone to fill in for you and take over your responsibilities. That was not the case. Files were piled high on your desk with multiple voicemails. No one bothered to answer.

On top of that, your boss required you to attend two meetings to take minutes. You also learned that the promotion you wanted was given to Mark, someone with less experience than you and who had been with the company for only six months. It was rumored he got the job because he was a male.

By the time it was lunch, you could finally sit back at your desk to tackle all the paperwork. There was no time to eat the lunch your girlfriend helped you pack. The note she left you made your shitty day a little better. Sighing, your phone began to ring, and you smiled when you answered it. “Hi baby,” you whispered.

“Sweetheart,” Kate said. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” your tone was not convincing even to your ears.

“What’s wrong?” You sighed and leaned back in your chair.

“Just going to be a long day,” you admitted. “I don’t know when I’ll be home,” Kate was quiet. “I know I promised I wouldn’t stay late, but-”

“Work is swamped,” she guessed with a huff. You hated how disappointed she sounded. It was your fault anyway—you broke a promise.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to squeak out. Tears were pooling in the corner of your ears. You knew you would have to retouch your makeup before the end of your lunch.

“No, no, baby,” Kate stuttered out. “I’m not angry at you, never at you, okay? I wish your job noticed how hard you work for them and treated you better. They are assholes,” you let out a watery laugh and pushed some tears away from your waterline. “I love you. I will worry about dinner. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” you let out a shaky breath. “And I love you too.”

“See you tonight, beautiful,” you said your goodbyes and hung up. The phone call helped lift your spirits. Kate always managed to make you smile. You and the archer have been together for a year, but you have been friends since you got a job at Bishop Security. When Clint Barton entered her life and brought all the chaos, she came to you for help. Fighting side by side made you discover more than friendly feelings for one another. It helped when Kate rushed to you after her mom was arrested and kissed you.

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. These piles weren’t going to file themselves.

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You left the office at 7 o’clock—three hours past your contracted end time—and your boss barely said a word to you on his way out—not a thank you or hope you are feeling better. It took every ounce of energy to walk to the subway and start the journey home. You could not wait to be home. All you wanted was to cuddle up with your girlfriend and Lucky on the couch and watch trashy TV.

Once you arrived at your building, you took the elevator to your apartment. Walking the short distance to your door, you rested your forehead against it. Salvation was on the other side. You would see yourself tucked safely away in your apartment, where the outside world could not reach you.

After allowing yourself a few moments of peace, you unlocked and opened the door. Oddly enough, you were met with silence. Usually, the sound of Lucky’s feet against the hardwood floor would greet you, or Kate would be watching TV. The only sound was the record player you bought at an antique market. The lights were dimmed. A few of your favorite candles were lit, and the small dining table was set for two. Was today an anniversary you forgot about?

“Your home!” Kate came rushing down the stairs and engulfed you in a hug. The force lifted you off your feet slightly.

“What is all this?” You asked. “Did I forget an anniversary? And where is Lucky?” You rambled. Your girlfriend chuckled and stood behind you. Her hands went to your shoulder and dug her fingers into the knots.

“Lucky is with Yelena, and this is for you because I know you had a rough day,” she kissed the back of your head. “So you are going to go upstairs to take a bath and change into something comfy while I reheat dinner. I ordered your favorite,” the more Kate spoke, the more challenging it was for you to hold back tears. You sniffled. “Hey,” she turned you around to face her. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Fuck, we don’t-” You cut her off with a kiss.

It surprised her. Her body tensed up, but soon, she relaxed and wrapped her arms around your waist. You were the one to deepen the kiss, and Kate opened her mouth. The kiss was dizzying. The archer consumed all of your senses. But Kate was the one to end it. Her eyes were closed as her forehead rested against yours. You felt her shaky breath, and she opened her eyes. You bite back a gasp. Her eyes were darker, blown out by a simple make-out session. “Thank you,” you whispered. She smiled and kissed your nose.

“Go enjoy your bath, baby,” you kissed her and walked up the stairs. Inside the bathroom, the lights were off, and candles were on the sink. The bath was filled with water and rose petals. It was taking a lot of control not to burst into tears again, so you stripped out of your work clothes and stepped into the water. A moan slipped past your lips as the warm water eased your sore muscles. This was exactly what you needed, and of course, Kate knew.

For the past year, she seemed to know you better than yourself. It was incredibly frustrating at times, but it made you feel loved and seen. You’ve never felt like this with your past partners. Trusted. Loved. Desired.

A shaky breath exhaled past your lips, and you ducked your chin underneath the bath water. Your mind circled back to that kiss. For the year you’ve been together, you’ve only kissed. A few heavy make-out sessions led to grinding against one another, but that was it. You always ended it. You were scared to cross that line. Kate was far more experienced than you in that regard. You were frightened to disappoint her. Sighing, you blew out a heavy breath that made bubbles in the water.

Finally, you stepped out of the bath and dried off with a towel Kate left for you. She also left a comfortable outfit - a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You hesitated before putting on the clothes. Inside your closet there was a box hidden for a surprise for Kate. In that box was a deep purple lingerie set that matched the color of Kate’s tactical suit when she went on missions. You tried to wear it on every special occasion, but you lost your nerve. Maybe tonight was different. Your girlfriend went beyond tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to surprise her.

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“Did you enjoy your bath?” Kate asked when you walked over to the dining room. You nodded and kissed her cheek.

“Just what I needed,” the archer pulled a chair for you. The extra attention was causing your stomach to flutter. The table was already set with your favorite food, a bottle of wine, and a beautiful bouquet of roses. “Thank you for all of this,” you said. “You didn’t have to do this.” Kate smiled and dug into her food.

“You deserve it,” she said. “You had a shit day, and if I can help you feel better, then I will.” She winked at you. “Anything for my best girl.” You hid your face from embarrassment. Kate chuckled. It was so easy for the girl to get under your skin.

Dinner was spent with Kate filling you in on her day. She spent time with America and Kamala at the Sanctum. Peter needed help in the lab, and she had extra training with Wanda. Still, she managed to do all of this for you.

Once the plates were cleared of food, you helped Kate put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher even though Kate complained about it. Finally, you got to sit on the couch with Kate’s arms around you and trashy TV on. Her hands dug into your shoulder to get rid of the knots. Your girlfriend was too good for you.

You groaned as Kate worked on a tough knot. She chuckled and kissed your shoulder. “You work too hard, baby,” Kate mumbled. “You know you could always quit and stay at home. Be my sexy housewife.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t see a ring on this finger.” You wiggled your left hand.

“One day, there will be,” she pinched your sides and began to tickle you. You tried to stop your laughter and push her away but Kate was always stronger than you. Soon you were laying on your back with her body covering yours. Your body was flush and heart racing while Kate was watching you carefully. Her eyes scanned over your face, memorizing every detail.

“Kate,” you whispered. Her eyes snapped back to yours. “Need you.” You let your hand travel up her arms and behind her neck. You tried to pull her closer, but she stopped.

“Are you sure?” She asked. Her lips were barely touching yours. With each exhale she took, you felt. You hummed with a nod.

“I want you, Kate,” you said. “Want you to be my first and last.” Kate let out a shaky breath. Her blue eyes started to darken. She placed her head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, baby, I can do that,” she kissed your neck, and your back arched against her. “Gonna take such good care of you.” Sadly, Kate sat back, and you missed her warmth immediately. You whined and reached for her. “Patience,” she chuckled. “Come on. Our first time together won’t be on the couch.”

You giggled and allowed Kate to pull you to your feet. The walk to your bedroom was a mess. Your hands wandered all over Kate; your lips wouldn’t leave hers. Suddenly, she pushed you against the wall next to the bedroom. You kissed her cheek, then down the column of her throat. With all your make-out sessions, you knew every sensitive spot on her neck. One was under her left ear. “Shit,” Kate groaned and fumbled with the door handle. “You are trying to kill me.” Finally, she opened the door.

Kate dragged you into the room, but you pushed her on the bed. She was quick to sit up with her hands behind her. You sat on her lap and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was slow, a stark contrast to the kiss in the hallway.

It helped calm your racing heart. All of this was fake confidence. Deep down, you were fucking terrified. This was something you so desperately wanted, but it was a whole new level of vulnerability. “Hey,” Kate placed her hand on your cheek and stopped the kiss. “We can stop at any time, okay? We do this on your timeline.”

Was it possible to fall more in love with her? “Take this off,” you spoke softly as your hands played with the bottom of the sweatshirt. Her hands replaced yours. You expected her to rip the piece of clothing off of you. Instead, she moved her hands across your stomach. The feeling made you shiver. Finally, she pulled the shirt over your head and threw it in the corner of the room. You stood up from her lap.

Her eyes took in the bra you were wearing. Kate had seen you in a bathing suit. Summer weekends were spent at the beach or at the lake house your grandparents owned upstate. This felt different, more intimate. Your lip was tucked underneath your teeth. Before she could answer, you said, “You can take these off too.” You fiddled with the string of the sweatpants. Again, Kate surprised you. She let out a long, shaky breath as her hands went to your hips and up her curves.

“Shit, baby, look at you.” You laughed nervously. She pulled you closer, and you stumbled slightly, but you caught yourself on her shoulders. You felt the warmth of her breath against your stomach. Slow, open-mouth kisses littered your stomach, then up the lace bra. “You did this for me?” She muttered against your skin before sitting back.

“Yeah,” your skin felt on fire. Your pulse was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears. You liked your dry lips. “Yeah,” you repeated.”I wanted to thank you for today.” The cloud of lust that was once in your girlfriend’s eyes was gone. It was replaced with something softer.

“You don’t have to thank me like this for improving your day. I did it because I love you,” Kate said. She took your hand and kissed its palm. You kept it there and moved it to cup her cheek.

“I know,” you smiled. “But I still want this.”

“Thank fuck,” she laughed. “Sit back down.” She pulled you back down on her lap and connected your lips back together. Keeping up with her pace seemed impossible, so you let yourself melt against her. You trusted her. The feeling of your bra being undone from the back shocked you. You pulled away from her with a gasp.

“That was cheeky,” you said. Kate shrugged with a smirk, but her gaze went to your newly uncovered chest. “You know,” you felt your body heat up from her gaze. “I feel like I’m the only one undressed here.” You spoke softly. Kate quickly took her shirt off - she was braless underneath. She gave you little time to look at her chest because she flipped you onto your back. Her body hovered over yours. The kiss she gave you was short as her lips traveled to your cheek and down your neck. Her mouth lingered there - biting and sucking marks there. Your breath hitched.

“Gonna take care of you, baby,” she mumbled against your skin. Her lips moved down the valley of your breast. Each time she went lower down your body, her lips kissed the skin she could reach. Her head rested against your thigh, and she looked up at you. Her blue eyes were so dark it made your heart skip. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. She tisked. “Words. I need you to say it.”

“I’m sure, Katie,” you said. “Please.” An uncomfortable ache was forming between your legs.

“Good girl,” you whimpered at the praise. Slowly, Kate pulled down the sweatpants and threw them onto the floor. Now she saw the matching underwear you were wearing. Kate groaned. “Gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” You giggled, which turned into a moan when Kate bit down on the meat of your thigh. Her tongue soothed the spot. She crawled back up your body and used her forearm to keep her weight off of you. “Hi.” She smiled.

“You are such a dork,” you laughed, but you were grateful for the break in the tension. You were still nervous. Kate kissed you again slowly, and it made your heart skip. Her free hand played with the lace of the underwear. Like before, she slowly pulled them down your legs and threw them somewhere in the room. Her fingers skimmed over your thighs, and you felt goosebumps form.

“Kate,” you pleaded. You were tired of the teasing. It was driving you insane. Your girlfriend chuckled.

“I got you,” she promised. “I got you.” Finally, her fingers touched you, and you’d been aching for her. Maybe you should have been embarrassed by how wet you were, but it was pushed away with the groan Kate let out. “Fuck, you are so wet,” she moaned. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you moaned. Her fingers rubbed against your clit. The callousness from years of training added to the pleasure. A heat started to pool in your lower stomach - the feeling was so unfamiliar. “Kate,” you whimpered.

“I know,” she mumbled. “Tell me if this is too much.”

“Okay,” you promised. Slowly, she pushed one of her fingers inside you. Kate was looking down at you - watching your face for any discomfort. Your eyebrows pinched together.

“Breathe,” Kate whispered. “Breathe for me.” You inhaled a deep breath in and let it out. “Good,” she praised. “You are doing so good, baby.” The slight pain morphed into pleasure.

“You can move,” you said. “Kate-” Before you could plead with her, Kate started to move her finger. Her lips sucked on your neck as her hand moved faster. The pleasure was dizzying. Every moan and gasp and whimper seemed to encourage Kate. But you needed more. “Katie,” you moaned. Her lips left to look at you again. “More, please.” Kate smiled and slowed down just enough to add another finger. Your back arched.

“Good girl for asking for what she needs,” Kate praised. “Gods, you are so fucking beautiful.”Her palm pressed against your clit. Her lips caught every sound that came out of your mouth. Your hands dug into her back, nails digging into her skin. The archer moaned at the slight pain.

The heat was building inside. The pressure was growing and growing. “Close,” you mumbled. “Kate, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. " She shifted her hand, and her fingers hit a spot that made you gasp. Your eyes went wide. “There it is.” Kate chuckled against your lips. Her fingers hit it over and over again.

You never wanted this to end, but your body had other plans. “Cum for me,” Kate ordered. “Cum all over my fingers.” She ended it with a kiss - so soft and sweet - a stark contrast to what she was doing between your legs. It was all you needed to come undone. Kate captured your scream that left your mouth as your orgasm washed over you. Your back arched against Kate as her fingers kept moving inside you.

She slowed down as your orgasm tapered off, and your body went limp on the bed. You felt Kate’s lips against your heated, sweaty skin. Through hooded eyes, you saw Kate’s smile. “I’m gonna remove my fingers.” You nodded. She removed them, and you winced slightly from the over simulation. “I’ll be right back,” you wanted to protest, but your brain was mush. You watched her go into the bathroom to wash her hands and grab a small hand towel to run under the water. When she returned, she climbed onto the bed next to you. Her touch was gentle as she whipped down your body. Once you were clean, she pulled the covers over you and her and cuddled you close.

Feeling her heartbeat against yours was nice as it helped you calm down. When your limbs stopped feeling like jelly, you faced your girlfriend. “Hi,” you smiled.

“Hi,” she smiled back. “Feeling okay?” It was adorable how much she cared about you.

“Feeling fantastic,” you frowned slightly. “What about you?” She kissed your forehead and put your head back on her shoulder.

“Another night,” her fingers traced shapes on your back. Sleep. You deserve it.” Your body seemed to only listen to her because you fell asleep quickly, feeling so loved and safe.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop smut #kate bishop one shot

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dawn-moths · 1 month ago

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can’t stop rotating the idea of you being a lingerie model and nanami being the photographer who falls for you around in my brain…

the camera flashes bright, for a moment filling your entire world with an intense, sharp whiteness. but it’s there and then gone again within an instant, once more giving way to the dark wood and pastel backdrops of the photography studio you find yourself in.

“good, but try tilting your head a little more to the left on the next one,” the man behind the camera calmly instructs, adjusting the lens while you fluff your hair and adjust the sheer little babydoll dress that you’re wearing for today’s photoshoot.

of all the beautiful, whimsical, and romantic lingerie you’ve worn in your career, you think this one might be one of your favorites. the lace and silk detailing is so dainty, the garment’s quality so nice, the way the chiffon flows and drifts down the curves of your body both liquid and airy. it’s a pale, baby blue, the panties that match of the same make and color. it’s a beautiful set by one of the up-and-coming independent designers you’ve been dreaming of modeling for, soon to be available to the public, or at least the public’s high-end clientele, and you feel honored that you get to be the face of her newest collection.

the camera shutter clicks again in rapid succession after you readjust to his notes and he murmurs some more words of praise, snapping a few more photos with you in splendid motion before calling for a quick break so he can review some of the shots he'd captured so far.

you saunter off to rejoin your manager off to the side, change into the next look, retouch your hair and makeup, and take a few sips of water before the photographer calls you back to continue.

meanwhile, nanami looks over the first batch of photos, pulling them up onto his laptop so he can see every detail with better clarity, making mental notes of a stray fly-away or an odd shadow that he'll need to retouch in post, but, other than that, you look flawless. even for the cream of the crop top pros of the industry, you stood out.

zooming in a little more on the digital image, nanami flicked his gaze to the small green room off to the side where he could hear you, your manager, and the makeup artist you'd brought along gossiping and giggling about something before turning his full attention back to the version of you currently on his screen.

you really had it all, didn't you? gorgeous face, perfect hair, a beautiful body. and on top of it all you were incredibly photogenic. you were a natural, which made his job easy, all except for the fact that everything that made you so incredible also made you incredibly distracting to him...

he scrolled the photo of you down a little further, following the line of your pretty, diamond-adorned neck to the delicate curve of your collarbones and the plush skin of your breasts, the lingerie beneath the sheer babydoll clinging to your body like a glove. like it had been made custom just for you. he found himself enamored with every detail of you— every freckle, every scar, every little "imperfection" that he'd ultimately have no choice but to edit out before submitting it to the editorial team pulling him in more and more, unable to tear his umber gaze from your body as the image scrolled down to the soft curve of your belly, your thighs, entranced, wondering for a brief moment what your perfumed skin would feel like beneath his fingers, how the sweet, sticky center of you might taste.

he'd be gentle with you, work you up slow, savor every sound you made as he teased you, fantasizing about just how soaked those dainty little panties you were modeling for him would be before he'd even truly began with you. he'd have you shivering beneath him, shallow, panting breaths escaping from your glossy, slightly parted lips, your little whimpers and whines only spurring him on, getting him even harder than he already was. he'd ease you open, warmth and pleasure flooding through the both of you, languid and heady, and then—

"guys, stooooop!" you quietly scolded in a playful tone from the next room over, interrupting nanami's daydream as he heard yet more giggling from you and your team, your hushed conversation and banter floating further into the room as he strained a little to hear what was being said.

"...totally into you..."

"...joking?"

"hon, i've been... industry for seven... i know a... when i see one."

"no way... messing with me, aren't you?"

silence.

nanami had thought he'd done a pretty good job concealing any lingering stares or sultry expressions thus far. he'd "prepared" for your arrival accordingly that morning, hoping to avoid any more obvious giveaways for the few hours he'd have you posed before him wearing close to nothing. you'd think after being in this industry for a decade he'd be immune to the effects that impossibly beautiful women could have on him physically, but you were the exception, it seemed.

he'd photographed you a few years back, actually, at the very start of your career, and he hadn't been able to get you out of his head since. he doubted you remembered him, especially by now, when you were in front of a new photographer a few times each week. but, then again, he'd photographed hundreds of different models over his career, yet still you stood out clear as day among them, burned into his memory more permanently than any image of you in a photo could ever capture in totality.

he'd never openly flirt with you though. no, nanami was far too professional for that. he'd heard too many stories over the years of photographers who'd thought they had the right to get handsy with the models or mistaken their alluring subjects for being prostitutes once the session wrapped instead, offering them empty promises to boost their careers in exchange for a few favors. he'd always looked down on those shameless, seedy types, vowing to never become like any of them, no matter what fantasies he allowed himself to indulge in during or after the shoot concluded and he faced the hours of editing ahead.

although, perhaps if he found a way to ask you out for coffee sometime, figure out what you might have in common, maybe refer you to a few of his most trusted colleagues within the industry for something high-fashion or avant-garde— a detail he'd heard you discussing briefly with your manager when you'd first arrived— aiming to secure a place on a paris fashion week runway this year, it might be a good way to begin a more regular relationship, professional or otherwise.

if he didn't at least try, he'd surely lose you to another photographer with similar connections later down the line, wouldn't he?

"you know i can't..." he heard you say and, disappointed tone be damned, he felt something in him sink, despite not knowing the full context of the conversation. he began to feel guilty over eavesdropping, so he loudly cleared his throat and attempted to turn his focus back to the task at hand.

your manager stuck his head around the corner a few moments later, spiky white hair slightly tousled and his black sunglasses sliding down the narrow bridge of his nose, his sparkling blue eyes on full display. "she'll be out in a minute," he grinned, a sing-song lilt to his already mischievous tone of voice.

nanami gave him a nod and a flicker of a half-smirk before changing out the lens on his camera in preparation for the next set of photos. in the next few minutes he had while waiting, he allowed his mind to drift back to you. over the years, he's taken hundreds of beautiful photographs of drop-dead gorgeous women, yet somehow, when he tried to remember any of them in detail, all their features blurred into one indistinct, nondescript image that all at once looked like every one of them and none of them combined.

but then, amidst all that faded color and swirling chaos, there was you, coming into clear, sharp focus at the center as if you were the only subject he'd ever allowed his camera to capture. his favorite model. his perfect, pretty little muse.

"sorry for taking so long," you began as you reentered the room, now wearing a different lingerie set from the collection, this one a pale lavender and covering far less of you than the blue one did before.

nanami swallowed hard, cleared his throat again in an attempt to play off the fluster he felt creeping up into his cheeks. he assured you it was no problem at all, coming over to pull down a different backdrop that suited the color of the new lingerie better, and assisted the makeup artist in scattering some of the flower petals about the scene while you manager enthusiastically chatted away in the greenroom about another booking for you over the phone.

as you took your place before the camera, there was a moment where nanami was standing close to you, much closer than he probably ever had before, and there was a velvety electricity humming in the space between your bodies that caused both of you to make eye contact. for how long, you didn't know, but one thing you were able to place was that familiar rush of warmth flooding you from the inside out, something that wasn't quite self-consciousness, per se, but still made you extremely aware that he was looking at you.

and not just because you were a pretty girl in lingerie standing a foot away from him.

there was something in his gaze that shimmered with yearning, almost as if, if it were even possible, he didn't even care about the lingerie at all.

almost as if he were just seeing you.

you were used to being stared upon with lust. you'd learned how to navigate that and was lucky to have such a good manager who didn't put up with any inappropriate comments or behavior from some of the more unprofessional photographers you'd encountered in the past.

but this.

this was something different.

this was something whose intentions you couldn't quite read as plainly as before.

"sitting or standing...?" you finally murmured, the intensity of his dark eyes threatening to swallow you whole if you held them for too long, to haunt you long after you left.

nanami seemed to snap out of it then as well, replying, "let's start with standing," before turning back to head to his camera after one more moment to savor the sight of you this close up.

once he was back behind the camera, you began to question if what you'd felt just then was merely your own imagination or if he'd felt it too. and, if he had, what did that even mean? what did you want it to mean?

once the shoot wrapped and you'd changed back into your street clothes, you and your manager thanked nanami and nanami thanked you in return, promising with a softer kind of grin to send over some samples of the photos by the end of the week.

he watched you go, watched from his window on the third floor of the building as you and your manager walked down the street, likely headed to another photoshoot or promotional venture as the two of you talked excitedly, clearly sharing the closeness of friends on top of maintaining a professional relationship to the public, and hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long until he could see you again.

nanami might not have gotten the chance to ask you out this time around, but he had your contact info, or at least your manager's contact info. he'd find a way to get you back to his studio and ask you on a date properly, preferably when you were wearing more clothes, just to make things less awkward for the both of you. but one thing was for certain.

the next time nanami had the chance to photograph you, he wouldn't miss his chance. he just hoped, until then, that your manager was as good at warding off unwanted advances as he'd heard he was. and, who knows, maybe inviting the guy out for a drink or two to discuss some more opportunities for his star model, as well as maybe her favorite cafes and restaurants in the area, would be a good way to win him over and in turn gain easier access to you.

though, for now, he could at least look forward to spending the next several hours studying every detail of your photographs during the editing process, thinking to himself how much he enjoyed his job as he did so.

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awistfulblue · 4 months ago

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Endearing

Summary: MC's hair dye is starting to fade, revealing their natural brown hair. Worried that Devildom's version of hair dye might negatively affect them, the human decided to confide with their beauty guru, Asmodeus.

MC looking at their reflection in their bedroom vanity mirror: Oh crap. My roots are coming in already?

As a patch of (original h/c) roots started to present themselves within a sea of (dyed h/c), MC pouted at the sight.

MC: I wonder if the hair dye here the same as human's dye...

MC, looking at the bedroom door: I should probably ask Asmo about this.

MC, knocking on Asmo's bedroom door: Asmo! You in there? Asmo: Mhm! Come on in sweetie!

MC, stopped themselves from opening the door: Do you have clothes on?

Asmo: Of course~

MC:...NOT revealing clothes?

The last time they went in without asking, gave them quite a fright. They were not ready to see Asmo wearing a baby doll dress for his upcoming model session.

Asmo, silent for a few seconds before a sound of someone shuffling around the room: Yep!

MC sighed before entering the demon's room.

Asmo: Is there something you need, darling?

The Avatar of Lust was seen sitting on his siting by his vanity, reapplying his nail polish. His hair was wrapped with a hair towel (The demon must've finished bathing) while his body was clothed with his iconic casual wear.

MC, nodded before pointing to their hair: Mhm. Is the hair dye here safe or maybe the same as human's? I kinda need a retouch.

Asmo glanced up to their head, noting a patch of (h/c) strand peeking through. The demon pondered a bit: Hmm...Proabably! If you want we can go out do a test run!

His eyes beaming. The idea of going out for an impromptu salon day excited him, before pouting as he looked down on his now finished nails. A manicure would've been nice.

MC thought for a while before nodding in agreement.

MC: Sure, why not. I trust you have a salon in mind?

Asmo nodded eagerly: Mhm! I have the perfect one in mind.

With deft and precision, Asmo finished applying the top coat on his nails.

Asmo: There! All done.

He beamed before looking at his human companion before pulling them deeper into his room.

Asmo: Now come MC! Let's get you dressed up for the occasion!

MC let the man pull them into his closet, confused: Occasion? We're just going to a salon.

Asmo let out a laugh before letting go of the human and walked towards a set of hanging clothes. He likes seeing his darling wearing what is his.

Asmo: Ufufufu~ Well you see my dear MC. This salon is no ordinary salon. It's a high end salon! Where all hair cosmetics used are all natural and guaranteed to last much, MUCH longer than any hair cosmetics, escpecially the dyes.

The demon eyed the brighly and saturated coloured hair of his companion.

Asmo: Your hair NEEDS to take a rest from those chemicals.

The beaming demon pulled out a set of clothes from one of the racks dedicated for sharing between him and his human. A simple cream colored frilled, long-sleeved button up blouse and a pair of soft pink high waist pants. Crouching down, Asmo pulled out a pair of black platforms shoes.

Asmo held up the set to his beloved human with a teasing smirk: Also, you're still wearing your sleepwear.

MC looked to the side where a full body mirror was placed: Ah.

Asmo couldn't help but laugh as he gave the clothes to his human: Here! Put these on.

MC took the clothes and headed towards a sectioned off area for some privacy: I still don't know how you have clothes that fit me.

Asmo, chuckled: We're almost the same height! Of course majority of my clothes would fit you.

MC: Yeah. But you're much slimmer than I am. I would've expect some sort of resistance on these. Especially with these love handles...

The human grabbed a hold of their excess fat on their waist. Maybe trying to join Beel's lunch run on the newly opened all you can buffet was a bad idea.

Asmo let out a giggle as he fixed his hair: Oh come on, sweetie! Don't put yourself down. Their called love handles for a reason~

MC was confused at what the lustful demon meant until they felt a pair of soft hands held their waists.

MC: KYAAAH!

Asmo: They're so stinking cute!

MC: A-Asmo! Please stop hugging me out of nowhere. Especially if I'm changing...

Asmo gave a small peck on their cheek as sorry: Sorry darling~ You were just so cute that I couldn't help but hug you!

The demon's hold tightened around their waist as he continued to kiss their cheek.

Asmo: Especially when you pout! The way your chubby, soft cheeks inflate as your lips puckers up. Oh, I can't just help but kiss you!

As on cue, the champange pink haired demon continued his kissing on their neck before stopping after a minute.

Asmo: Hehehehe~Anyway, I'll leave you to finish up!

MC stood motionless on the dressing area as they stared at the wall mirror that was in front of them. Their cheeks and ears dustd with pink along with a trail of crimson stained lipstick littered their face.

The human may have saved themselves from being flashed, however, they didn't calculate for their endrearing demon to decorate their face with lipstick.

MC:...Wait. ASMO, PLEASE TELL THESE AREN'T THE ONES THATS HARD TO REMOVE!

Asmo could only bark out a laugh as he left his walk in closet.

Asmo: Love you, sweetie!

MC let out a sigh before chuckling as they finished buttoning their shirt: Love you too.

What an endearing demon they have...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #asmo x mc

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lidiastolyarova · 4 months ago

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Photographer: Turi Løvik Kirknes Retoucher: Lidia Stolyarova

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AIR coming to Steam in English on March 5 - Gematsu

Key will release acclaimed romance visual novel AIR for PC via Steam on March 5 worldwide for 3,200 yen, the company announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Simplified Chinese subtitle options with Japanese voice-overs.

AIR first launched for PC on September 8, 2000 in Japan, and has since been ported to Dreamcast, PlayStation 2, feature phones, PSP, iOS, Android, PS Vita, and Switch. While unofficial translation patches have been released by fans, the Steam version marks the first-ever official English release.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

AIR is the work from the visual novel studio, Key, known for titles such as CLANNAD, Little Busters, Summer Pockets, and more. It received great acclaim and was even adapted into an anime series.

The story evolves depending on the choices you make, providing a variety of different endings to the visual novel’s story for you to discover.

Also includes AIR‘s side story novel, “First Sky Chapter” in visual novel format!

Featuring retouched high-definition visuals and CG coloring!

This version not only offers the best high-definition quality to date, but the game’s CG coloring has also been adjusted to better complement LED display colors. Enjoy the experience with beautiful graphics!

Although the Windows version of AIR has never had voice support before, the Steam version adds full voice support with an amazing cast of actors!

The text can be set to Japanese, English, or Simplified Chinese (audio only available in Japanese). This includes in-game text, options, and the digital manual. Language settings can be changed at any time.

Touch gestures can also be used if you’re playing on a tablet PC or a Steam Deck.

Story

Summer had come to that town. A young man is performing with a puppet in front of a seaside bus stop. Only two children are watching his show. However, they soon lose interest and run off. The young man is a traveler. He has two companions on his travels. A decrepit doll that moves without strings and a powerful oath made a long time ago. Just when he began to feel despair, a young girl comes to talk to him. She has a friendly, innocent smile. Following this meeting with her, the young man begins to live in that town. Spending gentle days enveloped in the scenes of summer. Encounters with girls in the sunlight. Summer stretches on endlessly. Beneath the vast blue sky. Beneath the air in which she awaits.

Characters: Dream

Yukito Kunisaki (voiced by Hikaru Midorikawa) – A young man traveling in search of the meaning behind the words spoken to him by his late mother. He earns money by performing with a doll that mysteriously moves without strings. The story begins when his travels bring him to a countryside bus stop by the sea.

Misuzu Kamio (voiced by Tomoko Kawakami) – A young girl who attends a school by the sea. She lives together with her mother, Haruko, but takes care of the household chores since Haruko is busy with work. She’s a bit of an airhead, but is an honest and gentle girl.

Kano Kirishima (voiced by Asami Okamoto) – The second daughter of the Kirishima Clinic, which has served the community for many years. Her parents have passed away, and she now lives with her sister Hijiri, who took over as the clinic’s doctor. She’s good friends with Potato, a mysterious creature (a dog?) who is always with her.

Minagi Tohno (voiced by Ryoka Yuzuki) – A tall, beautiful girl. Her quiet, soft way of doing things. at her own pace often gives those around her the impression that she’s mysterious and unfathomable. She often spends time with her younger friend, Michiru, at the unmanned station on an abandoned train line.

Haruko Kamio (voiced by Aya Hisakawa) – Misuzu’s mother, who lives a life of indulgence. Her lifestyle doesn’t seem to align at all with that of Misuzu, who is still a student, so they rarely spend time with each other. Her greatest joy in life right now is drinking sake.

Hijiri Kirishima (voiced by Yumi Touma) – Kano’s older sister, who is the doctor at Kirishima Clinic. She hasn’t been working long, but her skills as a doctor are not bad. She is very overprotective of her sister, often going to extremes over how much she cares for her.

Michiru (voiced by Yukari Tamura) – An energetic young girl always playing at the station together with Minagi, who she loves with all her heart. She accuses Yukito of being a kidnapper when they first meet, and from there they have many battles each time they see each other.

Characters: Summer

Kannabi-no-Mikoto (voiced by Chinami Nishimura) – A “winged one” who is said to be a servant of the gods. Although she is of high status, she is basically a prisoner of those who use her power for their own benefit.

Uraha (voiced by Kikuko Inoue) – Kanna’s lady-in-waiting, who adores her. She’s soft-spoken, but also a little unpredictable.

Ryuya (voiced by Nobutoshi Canna) – A warrior assigned to guard the shrine where Kanna is kept. He can be a little arrogant, but he’s a serious person and is unmatched with the sword.

Watch a trailer below.

Steam Trailer

English

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Japanese

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Simplified Chinese

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#AIR visual novel #AIR #Key Visual Arts #Visual Arts Key #visual novel #Gematsu #It's been 84 years. Now we just need the Switch version brought over.#Kanon's Switch version -should- be available later today too btw.#Youtube

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