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Flutter Tutorial for iOS and Android: One Codebase, Two Platforms

Flutter Tutorial for iOS and Android: One Codebase, Two Platforms

In a mobile-first world, creating apps for both iOS and Android is almost a necessity. But building native apps for two platforms can double your development time, effort, and cost. Enter Flutter — Google’s open-source UI toolkit that lets you build high-quality, natively compiled applications for iOS and Android from a single codebase. With Flutter, you write once and deploy everywhere. This blog post is your complete Flutter tutorial for building cross-platform apps efficiently and beautifully.

Whether you’re a beginner just getting started with mobile development or an experienced developer looking to transition into Flutter, this tutorial will walk you through everything you need to know — from setting up your environment to deploying your first app on both iOS and Android.

Why Choose Flutter?

Before diving into the how-to part of the tutorial, it's important to understand why Flutter has become one of the most popular frameworks for cross-platform mobile development.

One Codebase: Write your app in Dart once and deploy to both Android and iOS.

High Performance: Flutter uses a compiled programming language (Dart) and its own rendering engine, resulting in smooth performance on both platforms.

Beautiful UIs: Flutter provides a rich set of pre-designed widgets and tools to create responsive, custom, and expressive user interfaces.

Fast Development: Features like Hot Reload speed up the development cycle by allowing you to see changes instantly without restarting the app.

With Flutter, you don’t have to compromise between code reuse and native performance.

What This Flutter Tutorial Covers

This comprehensive tutorial covers every step of building a Flutter app for both iOS and Android. Even if you’ve never touched Flutter before, you’ll be able to follow along.

1. Setting Up the Development Environment

We’ll begin by setting up Flutter SDK on Windows, macOS, or Linux. You’ll also learn how to install Android Studio, Xcode (for iOS), and the Flutter and Dart plugins.

2. Understanding Flutter Basics

We’ll introduce you to the core concepts of Flutter:

Widgets and widget trees

Stateless vs. Stateful widgets

Material Design vs. Cupertino design

Layout principles in Flutter

You’ll also get familiar with the Dart programming language – Flutter’s primary language – which is concise, type-safe, and easy to learn.

3. Building Your First Flutter App

Next, you’ll create a basic “Hello World” app to understand the app structure. Then, we’ll walk you through building a fully functional mobile app that runs seamlessly on both iOS and Android devices.

You’ll learn how to:

Create and style widgets

Add navigation between screens

Handle user input and form validation

Work with assets like images and fonts

4. Implementing Platform-Specific Design

Flutter offers Material widgets for Android and Cupertino widgets for iOS. You’ll learn how to use adaptive design principles to make your app look and feel native on each platform — all without changing your codebase significantly.

5. Using Packages and Plugins

The Flutter ecosystem is rich with community-supported packages. We’ll show you how to add popular plugins for:

HTTP requests

Local storage (e.g., shared preferences, SQLite)

Firebase integration

Camera and location access

You’ll also learn how to manage your app dependencies with pubspec.yaml.

6. State Management Techniques

Managing state is one of the most important aspects of app development. This tutorial introduces basic state management techniques, such as:

setState

Provider

Riverpod (optional advanced section)

We’ll explain when and why to use each approach and show you how to structure your app for scalability.

7. Testing and Debugging

Flutter offers robust support for unit testing, widget testing, and integration testing. We’ll walk through:

Writing test cases

Debugging with Flutter DevTools

Using Hot Reload and Hot Restart effectively

8. Building and Running on iOS and Android

Once your app is ready, we’ll guide you through:

Running the app on iOS Simulator and Android Emulator

Testing on real devices

Building release APKs for Android

Creating and signing iOS builds via Xcode

You’ll learn what platform-specific configuration is needed (e.g., permissions, icons, splash screens) to make your app production-ready.

9. Publishing Your App

Finally, we’ll explain the process for publishing your app to the Google Play Store and the Apple App Store, including:

Setting up developer accounts

Creating store assets and descriptions

Configuring release builds

Submitting your app for review

Who Should Read This Tutorial?

This Flutter tutorial is perfect for:

Mobile developers tired of writing separate code for iOS and Android.

Web developers looking to expand into mobile apps with minimal learning curve.

Entrepreneurs and startups who want to prototype and launch apps quickly.

Students and self-learners preparing for their first mobile app development project.

Final Thoughts

Flutter has revolutionized the way developers approach mobile app development. With the ability to create fast, responsive, and visually appealing apps for both iOS and Android from a single codebase, it's no wonder Flutter is a top choice for startups, enterprises, and independent developers alike.

This Flutter Tutorial for iOS and Android: One Codebase, Two Platforms gives you all the foundational knowledge and hands-on experience you need to build your first cross-platform app. Whether you want to launch your own mobile startup or improve your mobile development skills, Flutter is the perfect tool — and this tutorial is your gateway to mastering it.

Ready to dive in? Let’s start building your first Flutter app — the smart way.

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[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday-!!!

Today brings a drawing WIP after I posted a little bit of writing yesterday! Tagged by @hircines-hunter and @skyrim-forever and @moriche and @sylvienerevarine !

Tagging @friend-of-giants, @thequeenofthewinter, @illumiera, and anyone who wants to post a WIP, but of course no obligations <3

I've been working on a family portrait for Balgruuf and Elyse with all four of their children! Of course, by the time that these two have their daugher Aina, Frothar, Dagny, and Nelkir are, or are nearly, adults. So if I wanted to draw all of them, including Aina, I needed to age up those three! And I'm very happy with how these aged up designs have turned out! Plus, this was an excuse to use my design for older Elyse.

It's probably not the most visible, but I've labelled everyone, and from left to right, it's Frothar, Dagny, Balgruuf, Aina, Elyse, and Nelkir!

[shrot-t]

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[lavander-galaxy]

HE WAS WALKING AROUND WITH A LOADED SHOTGUN READY TO FIRE AT ME A HOT ONE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

AND IT WENT STRAIGHT, STRAIGHT, STRAIGHT, STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEARTTTTT 🗣️🗣️🗣️

@sonderfairy

[simonscumdump]

Simon realising he has a problem pulling out.

We know he’d struggle at first with the intimacy of a long term relationship.

But when you both find yourselves in a more stable part of your relationship, the topic would come back up. In which his answer is to quite literally grab and kiss you, finally letting everything out that he’d been holding back on.

First, he’d have you in the bed, he’d take it slow…surprisingly gentle for a man with his rep. But you’re his woman, he would never cause deliberate harm to the one he loves.

The first time he sunk in so deep, he knew then and there he was both metaphorically and physically fucked. The way you clench around him would have him sinking his fingers into the sheets so hard he almost ripped into them.

“Fuckin’ hell, Love.”

“Tryna fuckin’ snap my cock?”

Every thrust would be slow, deliberate. Learning where and what makes you tremble and arch beneath him so beautifully. He’d take so much time in focusing on you that he’d almost forget how good it feels to be deep in your cunt.

Until you clench again, as if forcefully reminding him.

Simon has never considered himself a desperate man. he’s cocky, he can be arrogant. But desperate? That’s reserved for when you’re arching under him and sporadically fluttering around his cock like you’re trying to milk everything you can get out of him the moment you came.

In that moment, he can’t pull out. He knows he should, the risk is there…but you look so good and you feel even better…to the point he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than pump you utterly full of his cum.

“Please…god please take it…shit.”

Even when he can feel the overstimulation tugging at his nerves, he can’t get himself to pull out of your overwhelming heat. He’d stare down at where you join, watching the way his cock slowly fucks his cum back into you. His gaze holding an almost feral aspect to it.

“So fuckin’ pretty, Love.”

In a way it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to you, but more-so your flooded cunt.

He’ll keep moving, slower and more focused, even when his cock starts to soften. He doesn’t pull out, instead he’ll drop down onto you. His weight crushing you to the sheets as his hand slips under your lower back just to keep you completely connected to him.

“M’gonna stay right here, keep y’full.”

The words would escape with such finality there wasn’t much point arguing the fact, not when he was keeping you so desperately close to him. His hips giving small little rolls just to feel the way you flutter around him.

[kaitoru]

୨୧ how does kento tame his sweet brat that he spoils rotten?

discipline sex. rough sex. mild degration. hair grabbing. brat taming. smacking.

you went too far.

millions and millions blown on his black card, designer bags, jewelry, a vintage car you dont even drive, all to get his attention after h’s been buried in overtime.

now, he’s got you face down in the silk sheets, ass high in the air, his thick cock slamming into your soaked pussy with a rhythm thats as punishing as it is precise, lecturing you with every damn thrust, his voice a low, exasperated growl.

“you think- you can just spend my money like that?” he groans, voice stern but fraying at the edges, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that drives your face deeper into the sheets.

his big cock is stretching you wide, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the room as he fucks you so fucking rough, his hands gripping your hips like hes anchoring himself.

“millions for attention? you’re such a spoiled brat.”

“kento- ngh- i just- wanted you!” you whine voice high and bratty, muffled by the sheets, your hands clawing at the fabric as you push back against him, defiant even now.

your pussy’s dripping, clenching tight around him, betraying how much you’re loving this, even as you pout and squirm.

“you’re- always working-” you gasp trying to justify your stunt, but he cuts you off with a harder thrust, so deep it makes you scream, your ass jiggling from the force.

“working? to provide for you? and this is how you thank me?” his hand slides up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back just enough to make you arch, his cock hitting that spot that makes your vision blur.

“throwing tantrums, draining my account- you think that’s cute?”

“maybe- mmph-!” you retort voice all sassy despite the tears pricking your eyes, the pleasure and pain mixing as he fucks you senseless.

“you- fuck- love it when im bad,” you tease clenching around him deliberately, and he groans, low and raw, his grip tightening.

“love it? tsk- i love you,” he growls, voice cracking with exasperation, thrusting harder, the bedframe rattling as he drives his point home.

“but this this bratty nonsense? you’re gonna learn to behave.” his hand smacks your ass, just enough to sting, and you yelp, your pussy fluttering, making him hiss.

“you wanted my attention- well shit you’ve got it now. happy?”

“yes- fuck- yes!” you scream, his fingers working circles on your puffy clit and cock pounding relentles over until you’re a shaking mess.

“kento- i- ngh- i love you-” you gasp and his groan is fervent, his thrusts growing sloppy, needier, like your words hit him harder than your spending spree ever could.

“love you too-” he murmurs and he thrusts deep one last time, sending you over the edge, your orgasm a sharp, shuddering wave that has you screaming into the sheets, pussy clamping around him as you come, hard and messy. He follows, spilling inside, his groan soft but intense.

“my love- fuck-” as he holds you tight, riding out the aftershocks.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[arminsumi]

Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy — and Suguru was all for it.

After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.

And Satoru — the poor boy — is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him — now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth — it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do — that's why I'm the top student and you're just — "

Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks — it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.

He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts — then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.

'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.

"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.

But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum — aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."

Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.

"Ahh—gh! Fuck... nn!"

Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years — waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.

"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.

He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.

Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.

"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.

"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.

His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.

"Ah, Satoru, quit your act — you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."

You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?

"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.

"Sh sh, now it's my turn, baby. Open wide."

[dmitriene]

cw: omegaverse, mating.

simon ghost riley knows well that you're a really skittish omega, his mate, too, which makes it all only more problematic, but it's shouldn't be an issue for him, not at all, he's sure that if he'll treat you right, pamper and stroke over where you tense in defense, you'll rub your face against his neck and purr sweet little sounds only for his ears alone, so he makes it his mission.

he let's you hiss and scratch all you want, slap his outstretched, offered hand, rumble like a fierce thing when he brushes a thumb down your neck, thumbing over the sensitive curve where your gland hides, blooming ripe and mouthwatering with the most luscious scent ever, and when you see the way his searing, amber eyes eclipse with dilating, opaque darkness, tracing a path of shivers over your skin from his gaze alone, you flee.

you make simon stalk you all around, to dig in the littlest corners you hide in to make sure you're nourished and feeling alright, no fever, no heat, no bite mark from someone who would dare to try, and the unmistakable care that sizzles calmly in his softened eyes makes you warm up, just a little bit, enough to not bite his hand off when he smoothes a palm over your head, or brings you some food he thinks you should have in your ration to be a healthy omega.

reluctantly, he get's to court you, as much as it can be called so, holding his hand barely from touching the small of your back as you walk beside him, the distance between you two getting smaller and smaller, but still there, when you glare daggers at him should he try to smell you, or tense as he touches you accidentally, only a brush, yet, you shiver and lean away, suppressing the flutter of warmth that creeps up your belly.

simon learns that you panic at the permeating scent of alpha pheromones the hard way, when he let's them out, noticing the lingering gazes of the unruly mutts around him that eye you like some bone, and he can't stand it at all, the lurking gazes, how oblivious you are, walking around unmarked, not mated probably, a shame to him, but he tries to be gentle, to take his time with you, yet he can't control the menacing sourness of his scent, acrid against your sensitive sense of smell.

it's scares you, the tang of menacity you pick up on, the way his lips pull up in a snarl, and when he growls, gravelly and loud, you let out an uncontrollable, instinctive whimper, shrinking in the bow of your body, trying to curl, hide, shield yourself with a sharp distress to your pleasantly sweet scent, whirling around your shivering form in waves that reach out to simon, distracting, forcing the haze of an possessing anger dissipate, leaving behind a pang of a quilt.

simon would apologize to you in private, properly, where he'd be able to persuade you to let him show how sorry he is for making you so uncomfortable, with your quivering legs spread wide, dangling at his broad, stretched out shoulders, and his drooling mouth devouring your sweet cunt, pulsing and soppy all over his twisting tongue, the pitch high keen of your voice a delight to his ears, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him stick in with a tip, perhaps.

he just wants to make sure you'll be safe if he's suddenly wouldn't be any near you, and he was acting so good all the time, even with his gums aching to bite into the tender flesh of your neck, lick over your scent gland, make it swell, and when he does makes you gush in his mouth, swallowing gulps of your slick until dry, limbs boneless, toes spasming in a curl, you don't fight off the feel of his crooked nose digging in the curve of your sweaty neck.

your glassy eyes flutter shut, nails clawing up from simon's shoulders to his cropped hair, sharp, unsure, trying to pull him away and as close as possible, listening to the gravelly, almost purring coo of his voice, soothing your tangled, wracked nerves, and you let him, garbling, mewling, until his sharp canines pierce deep in, chapped, tissued lips suck down to soothe the sting that makes you sob, spine arching painfully, until your body sags completely, useless.

he'd wait for a next, better time to warm you up to try and take his knot, there's no pleasure in forcing you, rushing things, for now, his inner alpha is sated enough, seeing those imprinted dents of his teeth bruising over your neck like a brand, your body cradled close, deep asleep and letting out unguarded, barely audible purrs, humming something illegible as his palm cups over your gland, face nuzzling in the crown of your head, and yes, it's more than enough.

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Giving your first time to Ghost 🤭 (nsfw)

“Take it easy, take it easy, love,” he says against your ear, grinning that stupid wolfish grin as you mewl.

He has two thick fingers in your cunt, slowly pumping in and out of you, stretching you out gently. But you're impatient, you keep grinding your hips against his hand and begging for more.

“Need your cock,” you whine, pouting, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him.

“Love, I'll hurt you if I don't prep you enough,” he says gently. “This pussy's so tight, I'll break her if I'm not careful.”

“I don' care,” you say desperately. “Please, I just need you in me.”

It takes some convincing but, eventually, he gives in.

Once he's naked, he climbs on top of your body as you lay on the bed, his enormous frame settled between your spread thighs.

“You sure?” he asks again, eyes studying your face for any sign of hesitation.

“Yes, yes, 'm sure.” You nod eagerly.

“You silly girl, don't know what you're getting into,” he says, tsking softly and shaking his head. Still, he rubs his cock against your cunt, gathering your slick before he places the bulbous head to your entrance.

You nod again, holding his gaze, and he takes a breath.

And then he's pushing into you, thick cock filling you up inch by inch. And it feels like heaven for him—your soft, warm, wet, tight pussy as it struggles to fit him. He groans, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

When he's halfway in, he glances down at you to see how you're doing. And you're too far gone: eyes shut tight, mouth open in ecstasy as little sounds leave you. Your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

“You good, love?” he asks.

“Yes,” you manage, body trembling underneath his. “Yes.”

“You poor thing, can't even take half my cock, hm?” he asks, kissing your forehead. He continues talking between kisses that he places across your beautiful face. “Gonna have to teach you, gonna make you learn. My girl's gonna take every inch of me one day, yeah? Every inch until this pretty pussy is molded to my cock, you understand, love? Gonna have to practice every day.”

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[madamechrissy]

Caleb's favorite things

pairings - Yandere Caleb x f!reader

warnings - MDNI- just a drabble where Caleb loves putting you in a mating press, breed kink like a mf, possessive and jealous of inanimate objects that get his pips' attention, and being angry that you grip your sheets!

Caleb loves nothing more than putting you in a mating press - fucking desperately into your pretty pussy, while you're just folded in half under him. He loves any position with you, but especially this, so big over you, inside you. 'She only knows my shape, huh?' you nod weakly at that, earning him fucking you harder.

His silver dog tag is dangling as he grips your face with his huge hands so tightly, looking at you with pussy drunk eyes, glinting purple and dilated. His eyes get insane when he fucks you like this, when he gets to cum deep inside your perfect pussy. Nothing makes him more feral than picturing having you filled with him.

'That's it, gonna put so much cum in you, gonna drip me everywhere, huh pips?' he loves to talk shit, a mix of heavy praise and losing himself, you're gripping the sheets underneath you two, nodding weakly. He glares when he catches the action, pulling back and leaning on his knees.

Caleb is not just jealous of anyone near you, he also gets very jealous when you try to grab a plushie and hug it, he throws them right off the bed and fucks you harder. He hates when you snuggle even with pillows, shouldn't he be enough? and now this, it drives him crazy, he lets your thighs spread wide, glaring down at you.

'Are the sheets fucking you honey?' his tone is lilting, so soothing, when he shoves his cock in deep, watching your hips buck, cunt gushing down his thick, veiny cock.

'C-Caleb... please...' you're whining out, he feels so good, cock splitting you apart, while your hands keep gripping.

'Asked ya a question pretty, are the sheets fucking you?' you shake your head, and his jaw tenses, gripping your wrists, dragging your hands to him as he leans over you. 'Then why are you gripping them, and not me?'

You're immediately digging your nails into his strong biceps, earning his moan, when he sinks back inside you, pressing on your tummy, picturing how much cum he was gonna put in your tummy. He's thicker, pulsing as your nails dig so hard they leave marks that will last for days.

'That's it, you want all this cum, huh pips? all these babies?' you nod weakly, slipping your nails down his arms and leaving scratches, he lets out a breathy moan as he leans down, kissing you desperately. you try to bury your face in a pillow and he launches it across the room, scowling again.

'Caleb...' you're giggling, but that soon stops as he fucks you so deep your tummy is bulging with his shape, and he edges you with a rough thumb on your clit. 'please, lemme cum... please...'

'When your attention is on me, pips, only me,' Caleb's pretty violet eyes flutter shut, his dark hair falling while he toys with your slick, twitchy clit, eyeing you as he laps it off his thumb, pausing his stroke. 'Say it, only me, want me to fill you with all my babies?'

'Only you' that's all Caleb needs to roll his hips just right, leaky tip dragging on that little spot in your gummy walls, groaning out and toying your clit how he knows you like it.

'Only me, n-no more... pillows, plushies, sheets- laughin' again pips? you really never learn a lesson, do ya?'

your honor I love this man

Caleb fics here

[kissbabie]

messy sex with nagi ♡

nagi who’s definitely very appreciative of you. all the girls around him always crushed on reo, so it came as a surprise when he learned that you were interested in him. he’s not very good with words, but he’s so in love and smitten with you, that the best way to show how grateful he is is by fucking his big cock into your pussy.

you’re squealing as he pulls his cock halfway out and slams back in, watching how your slick dripped down around his cock and made a mess between your thighs. he had you all spread and stuffed full of him, your pussy fluttering and so messy from how many times he’s already made you cum.

“ah—mmnh—! ssseiii, it’s so loud…” you whined, face burning as the slick, messy sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you, balls slapping against your clit echoed through the room.

“so what?” he panted, licking into your neck as your walls clenched around him. “s’just your pussy tellin’ me how good it feels. can’t help it, right?”

“it’s embarrasssing—!” you’re cut off with him shoving his mouth onto yours, tongue slipping in as he kissed you through it, causing your head to go all fuzzy for him.

“means your pussy's really happy," he mumbled, lifting your leg a little higher so he could go even deeper, hitting that spot that made you cry out.

then he leaned in close, head tilted down as he looked at where you were connected, your puffy folds stretched around his cock, all shiny and soaked with your cum and his.

nagi abruptly pulled out, leaving you empty as you twitched and squirmed. but before you can even whine at him to go back inside, it seems as if he’s totally entranced by something, causing you to realize he’s staring at your cunt. his eyes are half lidded, and his big hands are holding your thighs wide open so he could get the perfect view.

you blinked down at him, breathless. “what…?”

“miss me already?” he cooed, thumbing at your folds.

your pussy fluttered helplessly, slick dripping down to your thighs, and nagi only leaned in closer, so close you felt his breath ghost over your skin as he whispered, “y’re so cute…”

you squeaked, “seishiro—stop talking to my pussy!”

finally, his lazy eyes lifted to yours, slow, smug, lips curled in a grin.

“but she’s being so honest with me,” he said, cock nudging at your entrance again. “y’re so shy, angel… but she’s makin’ it clear how much she wants me.”

he kissed your wrist, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a deep, messy kiss while slowly pushing back in, stretching you open again.

“m’bad, baby,” he murmured between kisses, cock buried to the hilt now. “i’ll pay attention to you now, m’kay?”

by now, you’re too far gone, begging him to keep going, whining to him, “y-yeah, please.. ssseiii—make it worse, wanna feel you drip out of me, want it all messy and gross, I don’t care—!”

“if that’s what you want, angel.” he hums, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. he knew it’d be a hassle to clean up later, but how can he ever refuse you?

© 𝒌issbabie | don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work

[thefirstsprout]

im sorry nothing angers me more than this quote from the secret history. no male narrator is identifying the specific flower that her hair smells like. and scarves fluttered jauntily??

[thalwri]

COLLARS ‘N LEASH

STARRING: caleb x reader

synopsis: you're injured and supposed to be resting but you just can't stop going out. so caleb finds a way to convince you to stay inside to let your injuries heal (it gets freaky).

warnings: porn with plot, use of collars, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy slapping, obscene use of hands, cum eating, sloppy wet marathon sex, multiple creampies, manhandling, squirting, spitting, pussydrunk!caleb, cockdrunk!reader, you two are just nasty freaks.

wc: 3,4k

a/n: i'm literally about to cumbust. caleb's got me feral these days. and he will never be beating the panty sniffer allegations!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT!

You believed it was a joke. Or some one of the many weirdly ominous things Caleb had a habit of saying to get a kick out of you. It must have been.

“What?” You blink, staring at his hands. 

“Remember what I told you?” He asked, free hand slowly reaching up your thigh. “About that stray cat.”

You were fresh out the shower, skin still steaming from the heat of the water pelting your back. You have nothing on but a gown, and not one of the fluffy ones either. His eyes had been on you since you left the shower and he hasn’t bothered hiding his blushing.

“The one you put a collar on?” Your brows raise at the memory. He really was worried about that poor kitty. It was all injured and kept trying to run, so Caleb eventually put a collar with a bell on the cat so he’d know if it tried to go and be adventurous again.

Then it clicked. You had a minor injury on your leg from your last mission. A solo mission that was supposed to be an investigation had ended with you fighting at least six Wanderers throughout the night. Caleb made sure your superiors put you on break for at least two weeks (with Zayne’s medical support) to give you time to rest. 

But being the stubborn person you are, you always found a way to leave your apartment to Caleb’s agitation. It got so bad that even he had to take leave from the Fleet to keep an eye on you— as if his usual methods didn’t already work.

It all makes sense. The fact that he’s in Linkon, the fact that you’ve been put on sick leave for two weeks, and the fact that he’s been watching you like a hawk especially since you try to go out. 

The damn collars in his hands are to make you the cat in this situation. 

“Are you serious?” You blink, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core. You couldn’t lie, it was hot. 

One of the collars, you presume is yours, has a pretty red bow tied around its bell. The other has a leather leash attached to it. Almost like a leash for a dog.

“I don’t want you running off when you’re still recoverin’.” Caleb’s hand disappear into your silk robe, inching higher and higher up your thighs, just so damn close to your pussy. “And I don’t want you to get worried. So I shouldn’t leave you.”

His lips inch closer to your neck, hot breath ghost over your damn skin. This fucker—

“How about I test a little theory of mine?” The metallic jingles of the collars ring in your ears. His sunset eyes raise to your gaze with that stupidly handsome puppy look he gives you when he gets needy and desperate. “Can I put this collar on you?”

“You’re such a freak.” You hiss, watching his eyes flutter in plain as the fucking sky obviousness. You learned he had a thing for you being a little bit mean. Just a little. And he does everything he can to get on your nerves.

“So are you.” His hand finally reaches your soaking pussy and circles your entrance with a single finger. You deeply inhale feeling your walls clench on air. “Look at you, so wet. I think you want me to collar you up. So I always know where you are.”

Bold of him to talk. You can literally see the growing tent in his pants. He likes it just as much as you do. 

His finger slowly dips into your pussy, pumping in and out with deliberate precision. He knows exactly what to do to set you off, turn you on, make you beg. And he is making things extra slow to get to you.

“Caleb.” You attempt to warn but he curls his finger right into that spongy pleasure spot that he knows drives you insane.

“Why would you wanna go out and about when you’re injured, pips?” He asks with concern in his eyes as if he isn’t torturing you with his finger. It’d be better if he put in another or two. Wet squelches travel right up to your ears to add to the injury. What a tease.

Your eyes gloss over with intense need. What a fucking— 

“It’s almost like you want me to keep you close,” Another finger finally slips in, stretching you out deliciously. A heavenly moan escapes your lips, not that you were trying to hide it to begin with. “Keep a close eye on you and remind you that you’re better off restin’ here at home.”

His words quickly become white noise just from how his fingers turn you into horny mush. If there’s one thing your boyfriend has mastered, it’s driving you insane with his fingers alone. Now imagine what his cock does.

“Fuck.” You sigh, feeling your back arch to feel his fingers deeper inside you. And like the good boyfriend he is, he gives you exactly what you need— pushing his fingers deeper and deeper until his knuckles nudge your entrance. “And– oh, Caleb- what- what about you?”

“Hm?” His tongue darts out his mouth, deeply concentrated on how your pussy clenches around his fingers as fast as your pulse. The tent on his sweatpants start to darken from his leaking precum.

“There’s two… collars.” You say slowly or else his ministrations would bring you to a stutter. “If the bell one’s for me, what about the one with the leash?”

Caleb’s lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyes following your gaze to the collars in his hand. “That one’s for me. You want me to stay close to take care of you, right? What better way to do that than to make sure I never leave your side?”

Your hand slowly travels down to grip his hardened cock, gently stroking it through the soaked fabric. Your finger danced around his tip just the way he liked it— slow and light, just to rile him up even more. You watch his eyes squeeze shut in a sore attempt to hold back his own lewd noises. 

“So if I wear the collar you will too?” Your hand expertly works his cock, squeezing his clothed shaft as you stroked him. Unable to verbally respond, Caleb slowly nods while huffing out soft groans.

That’s how you end up on your back in the bed, legs spread with your boyfriend ruthlessly eating your pussy.

Your room is silent apart from the obnoxiously slick noise of your wet, cum soaked skin being slurped and devoured. Caleb made you cum three times already and it looked like he wasn’t stopping. 

“C-Caleb—” Your eyes roll back for the nth time as his lips close around your clit for his tongue to flick back and forth in that delicious pattern. He expertly works your clit, slowly and carefully spelling out his name into your arousal all while curling his fingers deep inside your soaking pussy.

“Caleb— god— please—“ Your pleas fall to deaf ears, mostly because he’s trapped his head between your trembling thighs to suffocate in your grip. You can tell he’s getting off on it based on how he fucks your slick back into with his fingers, how he moans loudly with every slurp, kiss and bite on your skin. 

He is so gone and he fucking loves it. 

Your collar jingles every time you squirm and twitch, and sings a melody whenever your back arches for him. It’s like a little instrument that accompanies the symphony of moans and whimpers that leave your pretty lips.

He’s so animalistic with it, slobbering and drooling all over you while he slurps you up like one of his protein shakes. The bed’s shaking from how he’s grinding on the mattress to get a kick from all that self induced edging— his main priority, however, is you and that cute pussy that has him on a leash (literally and figuratively).

“Keep drippin’, pips.” He groans into your pussy, pressing hot smooches on your lower lips. “Keep cummin’ on my face. Tug on my damn leash. Fuckin’ love tasting you.”

Your clothes had been long abandoned after the first orgasm he ate you through. You made such a mess that your panties (which he will keep for later) were thrown across your room along with the rest of his clothes.

The way his tongue just effortlessly slides right past your entrance and caresses your walls brings a hoarse cry right out of your kiss-swollen lips. And of course your boyfriend dutifully responds with the sluttiest whine you’ve heard. You tug harder at his leash, overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation from his nose bumping your clit.

It all rushes straight down to his cock, jutting against he mattress. He shakes his head to spread your juices all over his face, wanting to be covered and blessed by your essence. Wanting to lick it right off his face once he was done. To have your scent on his form without having to scramble for it by rubbing your used panties on his face.

Eating your pussy alone was more than enough to make him cum untouched. What makes it even better is your relentless tugging of his leash, continuously pulling his face closer to your weeping cunt. If your moans weren’t enough then your trembling thighs were more than sufficient to keep him going. And he’d be damned to waste the meal you’re serving him on a diamond platter. 

“Caleb!” Your cry summons another harsh, intense climax bringing your legs to a violent shake. His grip on your thighs tighten and the slurps and muffled groans get so much louder that you can’t even hear your own moans.

He tilts his head back, finally releasing your legs from his iron grip. Eyes closed, Caleb chuckles as he gulps as much air as his lungs can allow.

“Should’ve had you sit on my face.” He rasps and wipes your juices off of his chin. Almost intuitively, you open your lips awaiting a taste of your juices.

“Fucking freak.” You whimper as he stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to wipe him clean. Your tongue laps up your yummy essence, ensuring all that remains on his hand is just your saliva.

“Your fucking freak, baby.” He slowly move in and out of your mouth until the tips of his fingers tap the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Your freak that loves eating you good, loves making you feel good, loves making you cum.”

His free hand cups your pussy, feeling your wetness soak his hand like a waterfall. “Look at you. Making such a mess.” He raises his hand and lands a soft smack on your pussy making you jump from the overstimulation. Your bell jingles from the impact. He finally retracts his fingers to lick your spit off his hand, relishing in your taste with a low moan.

“Speak… for yourself.” You huff, eyes darting down to his reddened twitching length. Globs of precum dripped down his thick shaft surrounded with throbbing veins— three to be specific. “Got you all hard from eating me like a good boy.”

Caleb’s eyes flutter shut from the dirty comment. His cock jumped, dripping precum right onto your hot skin. “It’s like you want me to stuff you to remind you what gets your eyes rolling back.”

“All bark, no bite.” You grin, watching his eyes rapidly dilate. “You gonna bark again, baby?”

“Woof.” Damn, that’s fucking hot. You say nothing apart from spreading your legs wider for him. An invitation for him to act on his word. “Humble me then, Colonel. Or maybe I’ll be doing that—“

Your words get swallowed by his lips and tongue engulfing you in a lascivious kiss. Rough and demanding, breaths heavy and endless, Caleb wastes no time aligning his dripping tip with your entrance. He circles around you, slowly stroking up and down, bumping his cockhead with your swollen bud. Your juices spill all over his shaft, making it so much smoother, wetter, lewder. Fuck.

“Stop teasing,” You tug his leash as you moan against his hungry lips. “Put it in, ‘leb.”

“Mm, command me.” He grins. “You want me to fuck you good, yeah? You want this cock all up in you? Want me to stuff you full?”

The stimulation is too good for you to respond, all that can be mustered is a nod. “Use your words, pips.”

Of course.

His finger taps the bell on your collar, ringing out a cute dingle! Teasingly tapping on it, his cock slides up and down your folds, tip occasionally teasing itself right into you before pulling out. You can tell it’s driving him insane too, from how his breath is laboured, how his eyes are slowly but surely rolling back, and most definitely those soft whimpers he’s struggling to hide.

“Please, baby,” You whine, grinding your hips hard against his cock and tugging harsh on his leash. You’re practically drunk on him without even having his girth inside you. “Put in in f’me. Want you to fuck me full. Be good ’n stuff me.”

“Heh,” Caleb huffs, almost choking from how hard you pulled him. He presses his cockhead into your pussy, groaning at how tight you squeeze around him, sucking him in like a vacuum. “Yes ma’am.”

And he slips in smooth like a hand into a glove. Maybe because you’re slick from all the times he made you cum with his mouth. You both tilt your heads back, close to cumming right on the spot. He pauses to catch his breath, the dog tag on his necklace and the leather strap of his leash dangling right over your face.

“Oh, she’s squeezin’ so hard.” He grins, practically drooling from how your pussy sucks him riiiight in.

He rocks in and out of you fast, absorbing the sound of your slick and cum squelching, drenching his cock in your essence. Each thrust takes him deeper and deeper into you until his tip pokes your sensitive gummy spot.

Your little bell jumps with your titties, jingling and ringing with each relentless pounding of his length in you while his heavy sacks smack your skin. It feels so gooood and so fucking lewd that your words are reduced to incoherent mumbles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Caleb chuckles, dragging his length in and out of your pussy with relentless speed. Even he can’t hold back his deliciously slutty moans from how good you squeeze and tighten around him. His eyes are locked on your collar, glossing over the jingling metal accompanying your moans.

“You like how I’m stuffing you?”

Your eyes cross right over, tongue tempted to loll right out. The overstimulation becomes too much even for you, forcing out so many fresh cruel orgasms from you that a ring of your cum paints the base of his cock.

“You— ah— must love how tight I clench on you,” You manage to bite back, deliberately clenching your walls to tease him. “While you fuck me deep ’n rough.”

“Fuck—“ The bed is practically screaming from the pressure of you being hammered clean. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then do it, baby.” You must have trained him subconsciously. His cock spills heavy, hot globs of his cum right into your soaked pussy, stuffing you right up real good. His whines travel right down to your core, turning you on even more than you could possibly imagine. Something about him being so relentlessly horny for you drives you insane.

“You’re evil, baby.” Caleb groans, pressing hot kisses all over your skin, from your neck right to your jaw all while still thrusting his cum into you. You can just feel some of it escaping your plugged pussy, leaking onto the bed with the rest of your lewd juices. “Making’ me cum like this. Driving me crazy with that pussy of yours.”

Plap! Plap! Plap! sounds around the room alongside your joint cries, sweat-slick skin smacking, and your bell jingling like crazy. Your grip on his leash tightens, tugging him down right to your lips.

The kiss is so deliciously sloppy and wet with your tongues overlapping and teeth clashing. Your core tightens and burns with that familiar heat, screaming for release. “Caleb— ‘m gonna cum again.”

“Good.” He pulls right out of you, leaving your poor pussy clenching on air and practically pulsing his name in morse code. “Cum f’me like a good girl.”

He raises your legs from the bed, hooking them on his shoulders and pounding his cock right back into you. In a much deeper angle hitting your sensitive core all while pinching and rubbing your clit with a calloused finger.

You choke out a cry, vision going completely white as the overstimulation burns through your skin right up your spine. The tightness in your core completely snaps, releasing juices all over you, all over him, all over the damn bed until everything in the eye can see is soaked.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby.” He grins, watching your juices drip down his abs flexing with every thrust. He leans down, pushing you into the meanest mating press to date. His cock practically bullies your cervix with his inhumanely mean thrusts, spurting globs of cum from his last orgasm right into you. 

“Squirt on me.” Your toes curl as your eyes roll back into your head. “Make a mess all over me.” He’s babbling at this rate, praising everything you do while he rails you to the stars. “Pussy’s so good f’me. You’re so good f’me. Wanna stuff you to the brim. Wanna make you feel so good ’n comfy that you won’t need to lift a finger.”

You can only whimper in response to his praises. Your nails claw at his back while fruitlessly tugging at his leash. But a flimsy thing like that won’t hold either of you. If anything, it drives you even crazier for each other.

You could go on for hours, days, till the fucking room smells like you. Till the windows and mirrors fog. Till you milk him dry to the fuckin’ bone. Till you’re both so cockdrunk and pussydrunk that your names are the only things you can utter.

Not even a few seconds after Caleb loudly whines as another huge stuffing of hot cum fills you up good. His eyes cross as his tongue sticks right out, dripping saliva right into your mouth. Feeling so nasty yet so damn good, you take it all in, relishing in his taste.

“Fuck, wanna taste you—“ Using the remnants of his strength that didn’t go with his cum right into you, Caleb lifts you up into his arms with his cock still lodged inside. You swear it must have swollen up inside you. 

He drives his hips up into you, pushing his cock nice and hard and deep. “Spit into my mouth, baby.” He sticks his tongue out, almost wagging it for you like the tease he is. “Drip into my mouth.”

And who are you to refuse him of his desires? Not to mention, you’ve always had the desire to do it too. The only concern is how he expects you to do it while he fucks you both beyond the point of overstimulation.

But Caleb being Caleb always finds a way. He nips your squished titties, dragging a loud sultry moan out of your lips, bringing drool right out of your tongue and right into his waiting mouth. And that alone just makes him cum again, strongly spurting his cum right into you as if he hasn’t done it twice already. 

You’re fucked through and through, almost limp in his embrace and yet still hungry for more. As his cock pumps his seed deep into you, he kisses you with praises of reverence and love.

“So good.” He babbles, tonguing the bell on your collar, whimpering with the soft jingles. “So fuckin’ good. ‘M not gonna stop. ‘M gonna fuck you good all night. Stuff you full of my cum. You want that, baby?”

You quickly nod, mumbling your yeses with hiccups and moans. There was no way you were going to stop at the rate you were going. Perhaps when the sun rises. Or when your injuries heal. You’re not complaining though. It’s not every day you get to have your boyfriend like this, and you plan to make the most of it.

caleb's making me too feral for my own good.

[dawnofvenus]

king!price who hates how his little wife is constantly losing herself to the lush forests on the outskirts of his kingdoms walls

always preaching that you should be more cautious; sighing into your neck when you return at dusk when you left at dawn. it's always nerve wracking, his instincts to protect his precious dove flaring every time he watched you ride out the front gates. it was beyond difficult, repeatedly watching you go when the world has proven to be so unsafe.

but he's seen how mouthy you get whenever you don't get your freedom. the bitterness of your tone whenever you're kept inside because of one thing or another was something he definitely preferred to not deal with.

so he watches you leave nearly every day. flowing dress fluttering behind you, cloak flying even higher than the silk of your skirt. he's learned to trust your judgement, but he still strips you bare every night to assure the safety in your rides; checking for bruises or cuts.

'didn't matter anyways. the only marks that decorated your skin cluttered around the bones of your hips, which were born of his bear-ish grip while he fucks you silly. you shouldn't expect any less, given your absence throughout most of the week. it's a good reminder, forcing you to remember who you belong to. your his queen, you're lucky he loves you so much so he allows you to even leave castle grounds — let alone the kingdom itself.

[tojisun]

thinking about simon calling his fave cam girl his girl once again. prancing about like he’s dating her; like she’s for him to own. for him to come home to.

and, well, he thinks: why not?

so he finds a way to star in her shows—raffles and games and giveaways, but also large tips. marking his territory, making it difficult for her to ignore him.

and she falls. oh, how she falls.

beautiful in her curiosity, poking around his profile before finally messaging him. she sends an invitation. simon’s not even embarrassed to have been in the area weeks before the meetup.

ghost is big—that’s the first thing you learn. he’s a hulk of a man, shrouding you with his bulk. he’s all thick arms—inked and scarred and delicious hooked on your neck—and darken eyes, his gaze all heavy as it drags across your body, obviously checking you out.

that he wants you makes your stomach flutter, denial sitting on the back of your throat. but no, there he is. big and needy and thick. everywhere.

arms, neck, his legs. his cock.

thick as it drills in, in, in.

thick as it scoops you out, laying waste to your pussy, and fucking all of him in.

he is so good. he feels so good. you—

you barely know what to think, your mind razed by the undeniable pleasure.

you’ve never felt this way, like your body is scorched and branded and made to be his. his to ruin. to fuck. to use.

his to own.

christ. christ, what were you even doing before this? how could you have lived without him?

what—

full lips devour your moans and you realize, mind clicking in its place, that you don’t need to know anything else. nothing about how you met him; why he’s here. nothing about the camera. about the people watching you.

you don’t need them anymore, after this. you don’t need anything else but ghost.

simon laughs at the comments rolling in; the tips—this is the most you’ve done without his own donations.

bigtiddyluvr: whT the fuck happened to her? she looks so cock whippd

simon looks back to you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

yer cock whipped, alright.

[odoraful]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬)

it's date night and the boys react to you wearing a new dress

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel/caleb x gn!reader; established relationship; complete & utter fluff; compliments & showers of affection; dresses are described (i had dress references that i thought would suit the boys' vibes hehe, but feel free to picture whatever dress you want!); ~0.5k words per scene

⟡ a/n: my first time writing for caleb GASP! it was very fun to write him but, admittedly, i don't own all of his cards (the struggles of f2p 😞), nor have i done all of his memoria/other content, so i hope i was still able to do him justice! 🥺

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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ⟡

Subconsciously, Zayne rose from his seat as soon as he saw you. His body somehow told him that appreciating you whilst sitting down was a horrible injustice. It was true, though. Standing gave him the proper vantage point to admire your outfit. The way the smooth white material draped around your curves and flowed down to your ankles, the fabric turning sheer near the hem. Blue watercolor-like flowers were scattered across the dress—the softness of it all made it seem like you were a walking dream. A silvery necklace rested against your collarbones, matching the teardrop gemstones that dangled from your ears.

You were still in the middle of adjusting your earrings when you walked out, not paying any mind to the effects your entrance had on your enamored partner.

Zayne’s lips parted, the air seemingly sucked from him. He blinked multiple times as if he were trying to see whether you were an illusion.

It was no trick conjured by his mind. You were real, you were his, and you were stunning.

Finished with your earrings, you looked up at him with a smile. It took every ounce of will for Zayne’s knees not to buckle and fall back onto the chair.

“I’m ready to go now,” you said, walking over to him, your heels giving a dull click against the hard floors.

“It’ll be a bit colder tonight,” was all Zayne could muster saying with most of his thoughts entangled by your appearance.

Your face immediately fell into a pout. With a disappointed sigh, you hung your head.

“Alright, I’ll go get something to cover up…”

Before your feet could even move to walk away, Zayne’s hands snaked around your waist. A short gasp fell out of you.

Beneath the thin fabric of your dress, you could feel the press of his cool fingertips. He held you in place with a firm grip, his body flush with yours. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his closeness leaving shivers up your spine.

“T-to bring something to wear on top of my dress? You just said that it would be cold.”

His brows lifted, realizing the misunderstanding he caused. “I apologize. What I meant was I’ll bring my jacket for you to wear if it gets too chilly.”

Your stomach fluttered, though you didn’t know if it was due to the proximity of his body, his low voice, or his offer to keep you warm during the night out. You turned around in his grasp, meeting his gaze.

“There is no need for you to hide it beneath extra clothing if you want to show it off. You look beautiful in that new dress, my love.”

Now you knew exactly what caused those tingles in your stomach.

The direct compliments Zayne tended to give always affected you deeply. Combined with the nickname that rolled so effortlessly off his tongue, you were the one left entangled now. And he would admire you a thousand times more just to see that expression on your face.

”Perhaps I should change the color of my tie to match.”

“Dr Zayne wanting to do couple matching?” You feigned a gasp of shock, bracing a hand against his chest. “How unheard of!”

Zayne breathed a fond and quiet laugh. “Yes, I’ve been learning a lot of new things when I’m with you.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ⟡

“My, my, my,” Sylus sounded out as you walked into the kitchen. He chuckled in astonishment, the resonant sound warming your senses. “Don’t you look absolutely divine this evening?”

Sylus washed his hands at the sink and dried them off with a towel. He was in the middle of preparing dinner for the two of you when you made your grand reveal. Naturally, he had to stop everything to give you the attention you deserved.

“Do you notice anything different?” you asked innocently, hands tucked behind your back.

Sylus smirked. He rested his chin on his hand, indulging your theatrics.

“Hmm, let me guess… is it your hair?” he began, reaching out to tuck a strand behind your ear.

You tempered your expression, trying to remain neutral despite the corners of your lips curving upwards.

“Or… maybe your makeup?” he trailed his hand down to your cheek, lightly brushing against your skin with his thumb.

Sylus’ hand moved to rest at your back, guiding you closer to him. His gaze travelled from your head to your toes. 

“Ah, I know what it is.”

You were wearing an elegant black dress that reached your ankles—certainly fit to be in attendance at a high class function. The bodice resembled a corset, with faux boning running from the square neckline down towards the waist before disappearing before the skirt. Thin black straps tied off in ribbons at your shoulders. A necklace of silver and ruby dazzled under the warm lights of the kitchen. Contrasting with the rest of your outfit, rather than wear a matching pair of shoes, on your feet were your prized fuzzy slippers that you wore around the Onichynus base. Sylus could help but break into a smile.

Tonight’s date was a night-in after all, so comfort would be given number one priority.

“It’s this lovely new dress.” 

His compliment seemed to be amplified by the husk in his voice. You clasped your hands around his neck, pulling him nearer. 

“Correct!” you grinned. “It’s the one you helped me pick out, remember?”

He nodded. Two weeks ago you had gone clothes shopping together and stumbled upon this simple black dress. Sylus saw the way your eyes lingered on it, even after being alarmed by the price tag. You were prepared to say goodbye to it on the clothing rack. Little did you know, Sylus had already signalled to the shop assistant to have it wrapped up and sent to his home. 

“I do,” he answered, drawing small circles at the small of your back with his finger. “It seems we both have good taste.”

Your eyes darted away from his gaze. “I know you’re just making dinner for us, but I wanted to dress up a little.”

There was very little that could make the leader of Onichynus lose his composure, but the shyness on your face was enough to make him weak.

Sylus kissed your forehead. “Trust me when I say this, my dear, the gesture is greatly appreciated.”

He tilted your face upwards. Sincerity brimmed in his crimson gaze as he spoke, 

“You know you can wear whatever you want around me. Whether you dress up or dress down, you always look stunning.”

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⟡

Eyes growing wide as porcelain plates, Xavier watched with awe when you exited the bedroom. He’d never seen you wear this dress. He didn’t even know where to look first.

The white fabric ruffled in two tiers around your thighs, with loose frills lining the neckline, accentuating your decolletage. It was shoulderless, with long sheer white sleeves that extended from the dress. To complement its shorter length, you wore white lace socks that ended below your knees.

It was the embodiment of flirty and sweet, only made more so by the twirl you gave him.

“You got a new dress,” Xavier observed.

He walked over to meet you, a smile blooming across his face as you toyed with the ruffles at your neckline.

“Mhm, I did! How do I look?”

Xavier ran his fingers down the sleeve, feeling the material. He trailed the length of your arm, the light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he reached your hand.

“The color is just like starlight.”

Lifting your hand up to his lips, he gave your knuckles a tender kiss. It was almost a scene from a storybook—a prince boldly showcasing his affection for his lover. Though, rather than a castle, you were standing in his apartment on his blue striped rug. It didn’t matter. For you, it was a fairytale nonetheless.

“You look radiant,” he said, looking up at you with admiration and… something else.

Xavier straightened himself and inhaled. Unexpectedly, he leaned over and began unlacing his shoes, taking them off his feet. Your face contorted with confusion. Whatever he was doing now was a stark difference in tone from the previous moment you just shared.

“Xavier… what are you doing?”

He neatly lined his shoes up on the edge of the rug on the wooden floorboards.

“Can we change the date to just staying in?” he asked.

“Huh? Why?”

His answer came in the form of pulling you into a hug and collapsing on the sofa with you. You gasped in surprise. Cupping your face in both his hands, Xavier began to kiss you. Starting from your forehead down to your cheeks. In that fraction of a second each time he pulled away, he eyed you—your expression a mixture of surprise and delight, the way your chest rose and fell in that ruffled dress. He continued his affectionate ambush, his gentle lips leaving your skin warm and rose-colored.

“Xavier!” you cried out, bursting into giggles.

Though you had your hands on his shoulders, you didn’t give much resistance, letting your partner shower you with kisses.

“We’re going to be late for our reservation—mmph!”

He finally reached your lips, slowing his movements, letting himself savor the faint sweetness from the gloss you applied. You too almost got lost, brain clouded by the familiar and tempting sensation. Xavier felt your hands tap his shoulders and he pulled back to find your lips in a pout.

“You know we’re never going to leave if we stay like this.”

Xavier sighed resignedly. “Okay, okay, we’ll go.”

Nodding his head he rested his forehead on your shoulder, as if it took all his strength to move away. “I just couldn’t help it. It’s hard to resist kissing you when you look like that.”

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ⟡

Being a denizen of an underwater kingdom meant Rafayel had seen many pretty sights in his life. But, none would compare to when he was looking at you. Especially now when you walked into his studio wearing a new dress. His lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the wonder on his face.

The dress was made of a taupe-coloured chiffon with red flowers and olive leaves patterning the fabric. From the open window of his studio, the light breeze made the flowy material flutter around your legs. The waistline ended just below the bust, with a heart-shaped neckline that gave the perfect space for your shell necklace (given as a present from Rafayel himself). Your white sandals tapped against the floorboards, ready for your evening by the beach. 

“Is there a special anniversary I’m forgetting?” Rafayel asked, placing his hands on his hips. “Why am I receiving such a lovely gift?” 

You chuckled, speaking with a playful lilt, “Sometimes there’s no reason for nice things to happen. I just thought I’d try on something new.”

He approached, holding your hands in his. The swirl of violet and pink in his eyes gleamed with splendour. “You look beautiful, like you just stepped out of a painting.”

“You can thank Aunt Talia,” you said. “She helped choose it for me when she visited Linkon.”

Rafayel shrugged, though, there was pride in his voice as he spoke. “It’s easy to pick when you have a perfect muse like yourself.” 

With his hand still in yours, Rafayel stretched his arm outward, creating distance between you two before leading you towards his chest. You twirled into his arms like a ballroom dancer, the skirt of your dress dancing along with you.

He wished he had something to record your laugh in that moment—the pure delight in your voice. Perhaps he could keep it in a seashell for him to hold to his ear whenever he missed you. More of your giggles erupted when he swung you out from him once again. This time, when he pulled you in, he braced an arm around your back, dipping you. 

His face was inches away from yours. He looked at the pink dusting your cheeks, the sparkle on your eyelids, and the giddiness in your smile. The statement remained true. No other sight could compare to you.

Lifting you back to standing position, he kept his arms encircled at your waist.

“The fabric of the dress flows just like water,” he commented. “And the colour compliments you so nicely.”

Rafayel appeared entranced, as if he was staring at a rare artwork sitting in an illustrious gallery. Studying your features with that same painter’s eye. 

“You’re giving me that look again.” You lightly poked the tip of his nose with your index finger. “Am I to be the inspiration for your next piece now?”

He shook his head in amusement. “Cutie, you should see the margins of all my sketchbooks.”

“You’re always an inspiration to me, every second of every day.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ⟡

Waiting for you to come out of your room made Caleb’s stomach flutter in anticipation. It wasn’t dissimilar to the very first time he tried flying. The sudden change in speed and altitude. That momentary weightlessness before everything dropped. He didn’t realise being at your apartment in Linkon City, waiting to see what you were going to wear for the night, would provoke the same feelings as being in a fighter jet. He covered his face with his hand in an act of controlling himself–conscious of the effect you had on him. 

The moment ended when he heard your door click shut. Caleb turned around from staring at the photographs on the wall to finally see you.

At a first glance, the dress was simple–made of a silky material with no embellishments, and two thin straps at the shoulders. However, in the light, your green dress shimmered with iridescence. The gold that shone through the fabric shifted with every step you took towards him, ever changing depending on where the light was hitting you. 

Caleb folded his arms, his eyes shamelessly wandering up and down. A slow and intentional gaze that ensured he could memorize the image he saw before him.

You were practically beaming at him, and his own heart leapt from his chest.

“I don’t recognize this from your wardrobe. Is it new?” His question came out almost breathless. 

“It is, how observant of you,” you chirped. “What do you think?” 

You took one more step closer until he could reach out and feel the material for himself. It was smooth and delicate under his touch. He let it slip off his fingers before looking back at you, completely transfixed. 

“You look gorgeous,” he breathed. The earnesty in his voice made your pulse skip. 

“You know,” Caleb circled around you, hands at his back. It seemed as though he wanted to admire the dress from every angle, “any person in their right mind would want to get close after seeing someone as cute as you.”

Without you realising, he had actually cornered you against your wall of photographs.

He placed his left hand against the wall beside your head, satisfaction plain on his face. You puffed out your cheeks in mock annoyance at Caleb’s sneaky position switching. Only you got to witness this mischievous, boyish side to him. 

“I guess I’ll have to keep a lookout tonight,” he whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay right by your side,” you reassured, patting his head. 

“Mmm, that’s good to hear.” He leaned into your touch, lips curved into a soft, nostalgic smile.

“I remember you weren’t too fond of wearing dresses when you were younger.”

“That was a long time ago,” you commented, brushing your fingers through his dark hair to tidy it up. “Things can change.”

He caught your hand in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. Warmth radiated through your palms. 

“Then, I want to see you in more pretty clothes like this,” he said. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow, I’ll get you anything you want.”

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