#liquid nails acrylic

[sramfact]

The market for liquid adhesives in APAC is projected to register high growth, and the trend is projected to continue during the forecast period. The increasing industrial and infrastructural development in APAC is responsible for its high share. APAC has emerged as the leading consumer and producer of liquid adhesives because of the increasing demand from India, South Korea, China, Indonesia, and others.

APAC is an emerging and potential market for liquid adhesives, in terms of both value and volume. The increasing demand from end-use industries is contributing to the demand for liquid adhesives in the APAC region. The market is also driven by increased foreign investments due to cheap labor and accessible raw materials. Government proposals to improve the manufacturing and infrastructure, and to increase cash-intensive non-residential construction activities, coupled with the increase in the manufacturing of end-use products, are other factors driving the liquid adhesives market.

[scarlett-bitch69]

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Nails reposted from @daiane_nails123

[iiboronii]

organic chemistry will have you acting like you're invincible to various hazardous chemicals

[removablebation]

Painting #1 inspired by evangeli- or however you spell it

[bratzforchris]

Princess Treatment, C. Sturniolo ౨ৎ

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Summary: In which Chris decides you need to be taught a lesson for interrupting him while he's working

Pairing: Brat tamer!Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: HEAVY smut, oral (m receiving), rough dom!Chris, brat!reader, semi public sex (?), grinding, unprotected p in v, spanking, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, use of pet names (baby doll, good girl, princess), lots of dirty talk (i think that's all but let me know if i missed anything!)

Word Count: A little over 2k

A/N: Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot but...this one is wow. Enjoy you Chris sluts ;)

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To say you received princess treatment was an understatement. Honestly, you bordered on spoiled, but your boyfriend, Chris, didn’t mind that. He loved a woman who was strong in her feminine energy. You had all of the latest clothing trends and accessories, paid for by him of course. You never missed your monthly nail, hair, brow, or lash appointments, because why have princess outfits without a princess face? Anything your heart desired, you got. It didn’t matter how much it cost, or where he had to go to get it, Chris would always spoil you with luxurious treasures. Anything that will keep his baby girl, his princess, happy. 

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You were sitting in the kitchen, watching as the triplets got ready to film a new video. You couldn’t quite recall what the topic was; something to do with food, but you didn’t really care. All you knew was that you were severely lacking in attention from Chris. He had been busy with his brothers all morning, which in your little princess mind, was completely and totally unacceptable. He had barely bid you a ‘good morning, baby doll’ before he was dashing downstairs, getting ready for a day of filming. 

You sighed, picking at your pink, acrylic nails. They were definitely due for a fill, and that just pissed you off more. You knew that this was Chris’s job, but you were also spoiled, and knew that it wasn’t YouTube that made him practically cum before he could even get his pants off every night. You looked up, realizing that you had been slightly, no, fully distracted by your dirty thoughts and that the boys had begun their video. 

You flashed a pout at Chris, hoping he would catch your eye, but he didn’t. He was too focused on Matt and Nick, who he had grown up with for fuck’s sake. You knew you were being a brat, but you couldn’t help it. You loved attention from your boyfriend more than anything in the world, even all of the expensive material items. If a look wouldn’t get his attention, something louder would. 

You looked to your right and saw a glass full of blue Gatorade sitting on the island next to you. Without a second thought, you quickly knocked it over, making it look like an ‘accident’. The triplets looked up at the crashing noise, followed by rushing liquid and laughed. 

“Y/N’s being a hazard, guys.” Chris laughed, getting up to clean the spill. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You said softly, flashing him pouty eyes. 

“It’s okay, baby. Nothing we can’t clean.” he smiled, kissing your forehead. 

You relished under his touch and fond gaze, but that joy quickly dissipated when Chris swiftly cleaned up the mess and sat back down, continuing the video. You groaned internally, wishing this damn video would be over already. Tears began to sting your ears, and you knew that the brothers would be bound to notice your mini tantrum, but you didn’t care at this point. You stared Chris down when he finally caught your eye, mouthing “Do you not love me?”. Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head and going back to acting like his usual self for the camera. 

Finally, you decided that you’d had enough. If Chris wouldn’t pay attention to you on his own accord, you would make him. You hastily stood up, throwing your chair back so loud it clattered to the ground. Too caught up in his video? Good luck with a good video now. You went to stalk off to your room, but Chris was faster. He hastily stood up, grabbing your arm roughly and yanking you towards the small bathroom in the hall, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?” he hissed, slamming the door to the bathroom once he pushed you inside. “I”m trying to fucking work!”

“You’re not paying attention to me,” You sniffled. “You’ve been ‘working’ all day!” You protested, stomping your feet.

“Because that’s my job, Y/N. What else do you expect me to do?” Chris growled, a dark look in eyes mingling with lust. “Just not work? Because your closet wouldn’t like that.”

You looked absolutely sinful to him right now. Your short, pink miniskirt was fluttering around your thighs, while your lacy baby tee cupped your breasts in such a way that made him want to fuck that little attitude right out of you. The longer he stared at you, the more desire he had to teach you a lesson about what being a brat would get you. 

“You spend time with Matt and Nick…” You were cut off by Chris fisting your hair. 

“Knees. Now,” he said roughly, hearing no more of your pouting. “Let’s see how you like being a fucking attention seeker after this.”

You sank to your knees, looking up at Chris with eyes akin to that of a baby deer. Your boyfriend let go of your hair momentarily to yank down his gray sweatpants and plaid boxers. You being a brat was one of his biggest turn ons despite his rough attitude at the interruption. He was already so hard that he simply scooped your hair up in his fist, thrusting your mouth towards his cock. 

“Use your mouth for something useful instead of complaining, baby girl.” Chris sneered. 

You immediately opened, allowing Chris to begin thrusting into your mouth. No matter how many times you gave him a blowjob, it would forever take you a minute to get used to his size. As soon as you were able, you began to lick and suck his cock, taking him to the hilt. Your boyfriend threw his back, trying to suppress his moans and grunts, seeing as his brothers were right through the wall. “Oh god, baby. That’s it. Take my dick like a good girl.” he moaned, orgasm already building in his stomach. 

You scooted closer to Chris, your drool and tears dripping onto him. The filthy sounds of you sucking him off, combined with his sensual noises was making your pussy throb with want. As you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, you began to grind against his leg, whimpering as the heat from his body, combined with the friction from his leg and the fabric of your G-string rubbed against your sensitive clit. 

“‘M gonna cum. You better swallow every last fucking drop, you hear me?” Chris moaned as he fisted your hair, bucking his hips as he essentially face fucked you. You whimpered and whined as you continued grinding against his leg while your boyfriend came down your throat. Pulling you off his dick to swallow, Chris tapped your chin. “Open.”

Once he had seen that you swallowed, he roughly pulled you off his leg, glaring down at you. “And if you think you’re going to get off on my leg, you are sorely mistaken, princess. If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be with your tight little cunt clenched around my dick.”

“But…” You whined, only to be cut off by Chris pushing you against the wall, lips crashing onto your own. 

“Not another word out of you,” he mumbled, yanking down your skirt and ripping your tiny thong off in one quick motion. Before you could protest or whine like the brat you were, Chris slammed into you. He began to fuck you with a dizzying rhythm, relentlessly pounding into you. “Be quiet, baby doll. Wouldn’t want six million people to hear you getting your brains fucked out, now would you?”

“You wouldn’t. You’d edit that out.” You grumbled, whimpering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, making your clit swell. 

Nevertheless though, you tried to suppress the noises of your pleasure. It was obscene; your boyfriend fucking you like an animal while his brothers and a rolling camera were right outside. You couldn’t find it in you to care, however. If anything, that just made it hotter. 

“Try me.” he husked in your ear, landing a stinging smack to your ass. 

Chris could tell you were getting close, and that just excited him more. The thought of what he was about to do you just made him even more horny and renewed his drive to continue fucking you while one hand pinned you against the wall and the other rubbed circles on your dripping clit. 

You whimpered and moaned quietly, pinned against the wall as nothing but Chris’s fuckdoll. You had known what your little tantrum would get you, but you loved punishment almost as much as you loved praise. Your pussy clenched with the need to climax and you whined, a pout on your glossy, drooly lips. “Gonna cum…need to, Chris please.” You were practically begging as tears pricked your eyes, your mind hazy and whirling with the all consuming sensation of being fucked out. 

“Not until I’ve had mine, baby doll.” he sneered, throwing his head back as he came in you with a loud grunt. 

The feeling of being filled with your boyfriend’s cum only made you want to climax more, but you were roughly yanked out of the mood when Chris pulled out suddenly, leaving your legs shaking and your lower stomach aching with want. 

“I changed my mind,” Chris growled, but there was a hint of love dotting his blue eyes. “You don’t get to cum today. Not after that little stunt you pulled.” 

He began to clean himself up, pulling up his pants and boxers and fixing his hair. You wanted to pout again, especially because he was basically back to ignoring you, but you knew that would result in denial of another orgasm. Once he was acceptable to go back out to his brothers, Chris turned to you, blue eyes stone cold as he stared down at your shaking form that had sunken to the floor. You had been rid of your skirt and panties, leaving you in nothing but your baby tee and your bare thighs that were slick with sweat and your arousal. 

“What did we learn today?” Your boyfriend asked you, towering over you. 

The way Chris stood over you in his gray sweats and white wife beater made your core throb with arousal again, but you pushed the thought to the side as you looked up to meet his eyes. Your own traveled across his tanned skin and lean muscles that flexed as he stood over you, until you finally met his face. A hard smirk had taken its residence, but you still saw a playful gleam in his eyes at successfully showing you just what having an attitude got. 

“...I need to listen or I’ll get punished.” You mumbled, quietly so as not to give him anymore satisfaction than he was already getting. 

“And?” Chris added harshly. “Who do you need to listen to?” he quizzed. 

“You.” You smiled, giggling up at him. 

“Good girl,” Chris whispered, bending down to kiss your forehead, but not before smacking your ass. “Maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll get some real princess treatment next time.”

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[azzibuckets]

two can play [paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: you and paige are both extremely petty and extremely jealous people

word count: 1k

masterlist

The tension between you and Paige was unspoken, but so palpable that even your teammates were giving the two of you a wide berth.

You knew what Paige was doing. Asking one of the strangers at the beach, a pretty young girl with fiery red hair, to rub in her sunscreen for her. The girl had agreed a little bit too eagerly, had let her eyes drop across Paige’s body, skimpily clad in her navy blue bikini, before squeezing the white lotion into her hand and letting her palms spread sensually across the expanse of Paige’s shoulders.

The redhead’s fingers began dipping below the straps of her bikinis, fluttering across Paige’s sides and coming too close to the swell of her breasts. You gritted your teeth, hating the way Paige was leaning into her touch, allowing this bitch to feel her up. You made the mistake of making eye contact with Paige, and the smirk she sent you was knowing and dangerous, as if she could read every one of the violent desires pervading your thoughts.

It was a game, and neither of you wanted to lose. But you were determined - determined to make Paige be the first to cave in from the jealousy and admit her feelings so that you two could finally drop the pretense of being just friends.

But two could play this game. You tore your eyes from where the redhead was now wiping the excess sunscreen from her fingers, heading to one of the bars at the resort the team was staying at for the Cayman Islands classic.

You took a seat, making sure to unbutton the top of your swimsuit cover-up to show your cleavage. You firmly rejected the first two guys to come up to you, knowing that Paige wouldn’t care if she saw you with them. She annoyingly knew that a man could never hold a candle to what she had to offer.

But when a blonde approached you, eyelashes fluttering and hot pink acrylic nails scraping the skin of your bicep, a slow smile spread across your face. A woman? Check. A woman who looked like Paige? Bingo.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The blonde’s smile was sharp and hungry, a stark difference to the way Paige looked at you - all softness and affection.

You leaned forward, letting your hand fall and brush her waist. “I’ll get whatever you’re having.”

The blonde studied the drink in her hands before looking up at you. “It’s sour,” she warned. “You might not like it.”

“Try me.”

Eyes glittering, the blonde laced her fingers through your hair and titled your chin up. She brought the rim of her glsss to your lips, pouring a small amount of liquid into your mouth. You licked the residue off your lips, but a small drop of whatever alcohol it was dribbled down your chin. The blonde’s eyes flickered down, tracing the path of the drop, and she leaned in, her mouth dangerously close to your jawline, before you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you back.

“Excuse me.” You didn’t have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. “She’s mine.”

Scoffing, the blonde looked at you with disgust when you didn’t protest, and she quickly left. You smirked to yourself, but it soon faded when Paige flipped you around, pressing you against the wall.

“Having fun?” she said, her voice low and eerily calm. The look in her eyes was cold.

You let your finger trace its way down her cheek, across the slope of her nose and grazing her bottom lip. “So much fun,” you breathed.

Paige’s jaw flexed. “You’re being a brat.”

You looked up at Paige through your lashes, faux innocence and everything. “Am I?”

Paige let go of your hips. Taking a step back, she ran a hand through her already frazzled hair and looked away. You sighed, knowing that Paige still wasn’t ready to actually do anything. So you left, making sure to knock her shoulder as you walked past. “You’re not winning,” you whispered, delighting in how her body tensed up from those words.

The rest of the day was a battle. Paige would buy a girl a drink, letting her mouth brush against their ears as she spoke to them. You hated how short they were, how they looked up to Paige with admiring eyes, asking her about her games and fangirling over how she scored 20 points just yesterday night. You hated the way their gaze followed the muscles in Paige’s arms as they flexed - something so subtle you wouldn’t have been able to notice had you not been in the same position millions of times before.

But most of all, you hated how in the end, Paige was always respectful towards them, letting her hands stay in appropriate places and backing up whenever they tried to grind against her. It was a reminder that she knew she belonged to you, but was still too pussy to do anything about it.

Yet, thirsty for revenge, throughout the day you’d go back out in the sun and purposefully situate yourself near a pretty girl, flattening out your towel and laying lazily on it, not bothering to cover up a single inch of skin as the girl’s eyes inevitably roamed. Or you’d join Aubrey and KK at the shack, letting them feed you fruit with their hands as they cackled over the death glares Paige would be sending your way.

The final straw for Paige came at the end of the night. When you heard the blonde from earlier offering body shots, you immediately joined. “Stomach or chest?” The blonde whispered sensually, letting her breath tickle your cheek. You smirked, knowing the option that would piss Paige off more.

Taking the shot from the blonde’s hand, you let your fingers linger over hers before downing the vodka. As soon as you hovered over her, though, preparing to lick the salt off the swell of her boob, fingers hooked around the loops of your jean shorts and pulled you back.

“Okay,” Paige murmured into your ear, her voice rough and strained. “You win.”

You leaned back into the warmth of her touch. “I win?” You rolled your hips against her, smirking when her breath hitched and her fingers dug even harder into your skin.

“For now,” she countered, starting to trail warm kisses down your neck. “But you won’t be saying that later.”

[luc1-anna]

He loves MILFs, especially when you were the bimbo type, always buying you and your child gifts to try and win you over. "Don't ya think that were being a bit too loud?" Legs pushed up towards your plush stomach, the way he could see your gaping hole after switching to your tight ass, stretching you out with lube. Hands making sure that you didn't try and push your legs forward. Shaking his head as he replied. "Your kid isn't even home so there's nothing to worry about." Pounding into your tight hole, the way the image of you waddling around his apartment pregnant was so hot to him, promising to fuck a baby into you each time. "But still, the neighbours might hear you" lips pursuing a kissy face as you thought about it, acrylic nail resting on your lips.

"You mean they'll hear you!" Correcting you as he pushed further, feeling your poor walls stretch further inside you. Head moving backwards as you tried to arch your back, hand pressed over your mouth as you tried to prove him wrong. "You get the point!" Defending yourself as you tried to hit him, taking it back before you actually did since you knew how big he was. The chuckling as he found your defence cute, it was some of the many reasons he wanted to have you to himself.

"Don't ya think we should get pregnant?" Cocking his head to the side. Shaking your head, you weren't up for another pregnancy especially after you resulted as a single mother after your daughter. "I'm good" smiling at him, pushing your breasts up as they got in an uncomfortable position. He loved the way you were so nurturing, Plus you had his favourite body type, not fat but kinda chubby, with large breasts, only wanting them to be filled up with milk everyday, so that they could spew out as he needed you raw. "Cmon, I've never actually seen you pregnant, other than in pictures." He wanted to take himself out of your ass and stuff your poor cunt to the brim, the way he'd pour all of his seed into your tight womb, making sure none of it overflowed. The only thing that was stopping him was the fact that you had a rule about how he can't swap from your ass to your other hole without a wash first. "Drop the subject hon'" Pleading for him to shut up and not ruin the mood, the word "hon" rolling off his tongue, only making him wish you were carrying his child already. Feeling his balls slowly empty as he relieved himself by pulling out, watching the white liquid pool out of your ass, coating the space underneath you in his seed.

[solradguy]

Finished the scythe commission for my buddy. .STLs by 8BitAtelier, everything else by me. Overture PLA Pro, modded Ender 3.

I used a hilarious variety of materials on this thing. Including but not limited to:

Acrylic paints

White spray primer

Nuln Oil by Citadel

At least 3 pencils (internal support)

Super glue

JB Weld

Liquid Nails

Green stuff (epoxy putty)

Bondo

XTC-3D (an epoxy smoothener)

Matte spray fixative

One of those rubber gripper thingies you use to open stuck jar lids (glued to the bottom to give it grip on the floor)

[luxtrys]

a hundred and ten percent ready.

your first time with anakin skywalker (18+, smut noshy. innocent!reader, cocky asf ani (a warning in itself) size kink. )

you couldn't hear the dramatically aggressive slam of the door to yours and anakin's apartment over the soft music flowing out of your record player. you hummed to the tune, swiping your hand through the chocolate you had used all your muscles to chop into the pot of boiling heavy cream.

anakin watched lovestruck, leaning his head on the kitchen door frame as you let out an excited squeal to yourself while mixing the steaming pot of hot chocolate on the stove. ani was confused the first time you had brought up hot chocolate to him, on the first conversation you ever had might i add. the way you talked about it with so much care and love he thought it was a childhood pet your parents just let you name. you added in the espresso powder and vanilla essence before stirring it with the heart spatula ani had gave you on a random sunday.

once you noticed a few to many bubbles rising to the surface of your beautiful creation, you quickly bent down to be eye level with the stove. as you slowly changed the size of the flame under your pot, you felt a strong arm snake around your waist, pulling your ass into the persons crotch. squealing, you straighten your back instantly as the familiar smell of smoke, sandalwood and cologne enters your nose. "what'chu makin baby?" anakin rasped, bending down to rest his head on your shoulder.

you looked up at him, mustering up the most annoyed face you could. he knew what you were making, you made hot chocolate at-least twice a week without failure. "oo baby don't look at me like that, gonna make me cry" he smirks, leaning down and catching your lips in a heated kiss. you indulge for a few seconds before pulling back, moving your attention back to the pot on the stove "i added espresso powder this time ani! i read it on that blog i like, it said it really brings out the chocolate flavour and i'm so excited to try" he scoffed at how quickly you just ignored the make out session you had just, rubbing your stomach with his hand and shaking his head.

it was only a few minutes before ani was pouring the steaming chocolate liquid into the matching mugs you made him for valentines day, your names etched on each and bunnies and hearts decorating the white cups. anakin always did that job, banning you from it after you accidentally poured the hot chocolate all over your hand and he had to sit in the ice cold shower with you to calm the burning for over four hours, holding you close to his bare chest as you sobbed.

you sat down on the kitchen stools, tapping your acrylic nails onto the marble surface in excitement. "what sprinkles tonight baby?" he asked as he grabbed the whipped cream out of the fridge, he knew the answer because you picked the same every-time, but he asked anyway. "pink and white hearts please ani" you answered, glancing out to the lively city of Coruscant through your endless high windows.

"thank you ani!" you exclaimed as he placed the hot mug filled with hot chocolate, a mountain of whipped cream, small pink marshmallows and little heart sprinkles into your hands. he took the seat next to you, holding his mug filled with only hot chocolate, no sprinkles, marshmallows or cream, you almost broke up with him for that when you first started dating. the whipped cream and marshmallows you got, but the sprinkles? no way.

he wrapped his hand over the back of your chair, effortlessly pulling your chair closer to his so you were touching. you stared at him as his slid his hand over the top of your bare thigh, snaking it up and down before gripping the inside of your thigh, way to close to your heat. all while just staring absent mindedly in front of him and sipping his mug.

you were starting to feel those tingles inside of you, that you coincidently only got around ani. you and ani had done stuff before a few times after you came to him at the first feeling of tingles rising inside of you. he smirked at you then and patted the space on the bed beside him, telling you it was normal and he would help you out. he always helped you out, and you felt like it was time to return the favour. he never told you that you had to though, never making you feel like he deserved something in return, but you were ready. ready for sex.

you stared down at your mug, the little pink marshmallows drowning in the chocolate as the cream melted away into nothingness. you would never pass down a hot chocolate, never. but as you looked between your boyfriend and your mug, you realised you didn't crave hot chocolate. you craved anakin.

the loud screeching of your chair as you pushed it back and your socked feet hitting the floor alerted anakin of your state. your pupils wide and palms sweating as you pulled at the fabric of your - his - shirt. glancing over to see your mug untouched, ani was just about to pull you into his chest and console you at whatever got you worked up this time. but before he could, he heard words that made he nearly spit out the hot chocolate in his mouth.

"i want to have sex with you anakin"

out of all things anakin guessed you were going to say, those words were not one of them. you were shy, even after dating for more than a year, you never just said what you wanted without taking 5 minutes to stumble over your words. and you definitely didn't say words alluding to any sort of sexual activity unless ani teased you to say it after working you up with his fingers buried in you for way too long. "what? can you say that again princess i think i heard you wrong"

"i- pfft- ani you know what i said" you whined, still standing at least 5 feet from him, because if he were to touch you near there again, you might just explode. "nope. i need you to say it again, or you're getting nothing." ok. now he was just being mean.

you always oddly noticed that though. that anytime you guys would do anything down there, ani was just a bit mean. he was always in control, powerful, dominating, but in the bedroom it was like those present qualities were maxed out to 1000.

a flush spread across your cheeks as you huffed. "i- i want to have sex with you anakin" you voiced. that signature annoying cocky smirk spread across his features as he approached you. his combat boots still on his feet from jedi duties and his biceps bulging out of his thin black short-sleeve shirt, you thought you were going to faint.

you noticed again as he stood infront of you how fucking massive he was. he was at least a foot taller than you and could literally crush your body with a single arm if he wanted to. he left goosebumps on your delicate skin as he trailed his fingers up and down your arms making you shiver. he continued on his painfully slow attack of his soft touches before running his hands to the top of your thighs and hooking his thumbs on the sides of your lacy pink underwear.

he stared down at you, biting his lip and all knowing that your underwear was completely soaked because of him. you noticed he was stalled, not making another move and deep in thought. "ani whats wrong?" you asked, no, whined.

"you know this is a big thing baby, i'm fine with helping you out as long as you need me to ok? i don't want to rush you angel. i need you to be very sure you want this." he said softly, drawing circles with his fingers on your thighs.

you weren't exactly sure if it was because you were so horny or just so in love with him, but those words could make you break down and cry.

"im sure ani." he smiled down at you "ok baby, just-. are you 100 percent sure, because not to alarm you but if we start, i'm not sure ill be able to stop" you leaned into him, your forehead resting on the soft fabric of his shirt. "i'm a hundred and ten percent ready ani, promise."

at those words he quickly gripped your ass, hoisting you up into his chest so your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms swung around his neck. your squeal made him even more giddy as all he could feel was you, his thoughts echoed with your giggles and moans and he could practically smell you soaking through your panties.

his dick was straining in his pants as he set you on the soft pink blanket you insisted on putting on your bed. he kneeled down onto his knees pulling you by your feet so your legs dangled off the end of the bed as you squealed. he could feel the need to protect, pleasure and destroy you rise in his body as he reached under the shirt that swallowed your body entirely when you wore it, which was almost always.

he went as slow as he could as he ran his fingers up and down your folds through your panties. you threw your head back at the contact, biting your lip and whining his name. he chuckled at how little he had to do to have you melting in his hands.

as much as he wanted to tease you, he just needed to see you so bad it hurt. he gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, the site of your bare chest almost making him bust in his pants. "shit baby you gotta stop doing this to me, won't fucking last. you're just so pretty." he had a slight groan to every word he said, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, making you mewl.

he looked into your eyes as he kissed all the way down your stomach before making it to the waistband of your panties. the cold air hit your sensitive clit as ani peeled of the underwear, staring at the wetness he had created and throwing them somewhere in the room. he licked a thick strip through your folds, gripping the insides of your thighs with both of his massive hands, stopping you from wriggling as he ate you out.

"fuckin' hell baby, this pussy 's gonna be the fucking death of me. taste so sweet" he said, his breath on your clit making you squirm. he needed to be in you, now. but there was no way he was fitting in you without stretching you out first, and he needed to fucking hurry.

he sucked his fingers, teasing your hole before sliding two fingers in at the same time. you gasped, looking down at him shocked, he never did two fingers first. "i know baby, you're alright. just need to get you stretched out ok? you're alright."

you nodded franticly as he pumped both fingers in and out of you, the pain quickly subsiding into pleasure. anakin didn't know how he was going to fit inside of you, because judging how hard your gripping two fingers, he wouldn't even fit three in and he was way bigger than three fucking fingers.

he finally decided to enter the third finger into you, slowly working his way through the resistance in your pussy "n-no ani, it's to much" you were blinded by pleasure, stars clouding your vision as all you could see was anakin.

"you're ok. quit whining and take it" his tone was rough and jagged, and you could not be more turned on in that moment. you whined, struggling under him as he brought you to your first orgasm of the night. you came all over his fingers with little warning, whining into your bed sheets as you gripped and pulled at his hair.

you almost let out an objection as he got up from his spot, but judging by the clouded, stern look on his face, that probably wasn't a good idea. he pulled his top off of his body swiftly, his toned, tan chest muscles straining as he ripped of his shoes. in that moment you noticed how venerable you were, you were lying in front of him stark naked, aside from your frilly pink socks, and he still even has his massive dumb combat boots on.

you slowly gripped the pink blanket under you, about to cover the bottom half of your body before a large hand halted your actions immediately. "i swear to god princess, stop or it'll be the last thing you ever fucking do" he spat, running his fingers up and down your folds again.

you noticed that now he was only in his boxers, his hard on showing through the thin material. as he slid his boxers down his legs, his length sprung out and made you gasp. you had never seen a penis before, but the way your friends crudely described it to you, you did not think it would be this big.

"what baby? you're gonna make me insecure if you keep staring at my cock like that" you huffed at his language, wondering how long it was. you stared at it for another few seconds before deciding it had to be at least 10 inches long, or even more and thick as well. safe to say it scared the shit out of you.

"ani, are you sure its meant to be that big?" he only chuckled at you, making you regret you ever asked that question. "hope so princess, had it all my life"

you reached your hand out, touching it for a moment before you heard ani hiss and pulled back instantly. "no baby its ok, i'm just to fucking horny right now, here" he gripped your hand, bringing it up to your mouth and telling you to spit. you did reluctantly and watched as he brought your hand to his dick.

"ani, thats not gonna fit down there.." you say, looking down to your pelvic area. "we're gonna make it" he smiled sweetly, a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"and just bring it right here" he instructed, guiding you to the base of his dick. you tried to wrap your hand around it, before releasing your hand didn't reach fully around the width of his cock. he groaned and threw his head back, watching as you shyly pumped up and down the shaft of his member. "here, squeeze a bit harder yeah? its not gonna break if you add a bit of pressure baby, promise"

you nodded shyly, tightening your grip on the heavy dick resting in your hand. as he was watching your movements closely, you kept eye contact and you brought your lips down and kissed the tip softly.

"fuck this" he exclaimed, manhandling you to be in the middle of the bed as he followed closely behind you. his dick slapped against his stomach, raging red and dripping with precum.

"you're doin great, bein' such a good girl for me, yeah? just need to be in you right now" you nodded frantically as he used his hand to hold the base of his dick, positioning in right infront of your pussy.

"ani is it gonna hurt?" you ask, his expressions changes from desperation to his soft loving face, lulling his head to the side as he looks straight at you. "just for a bit baby, then it will feel good, ok? you just gotta trust me on this. but if it hurts to much you tell me to stop ok? pinky swear it" you nodded as he quickly brought his pinky up to yours, inlacing it tightly before kissing your finger and letting go. "im just gonna put the tip in first baby, ok?" you nod again, a switch seems to flick in his face and he looks mad, really mad. "fucking words baby" he says before you whine "yes ani" he smiles sweetly, jesus these facial expressions are giving you whiplash.

he interlaces your left hands together as he pushes his thick tip past your walls, you mewl in pain and pleasure, the other hand you have resting on his bicep gripping so hard you're drawing blood.

"ow ani! i thought you just said the tip!" you whine, scolding your boyfriend. "that was just the tip." he states, your comments feeding his already oversized ego as all the blood rushes to his dick. you sit in that position for about another minute, until you announce for him to start moving again.

he enters his dick slowly into you, inching more until he's about half way through your walls. "s-stop. how much more to go?" you feel like his dick is the size of a fucking lightsaber, stretching you out father and father till you feel like you're simply just gonna split in half. "halfway baby, i can stop here for today. dont have to go any further angel" you looked up at him, god, you loved him to much. "kiss?" you asked softly, releasing you haven't even kissed him this whole time in the bedroom.

ani smiled sweetly, bending down and kissing your lips softly. once he pulled away, you looked at him, and then down at his length impaling you. "keep going ani"

he nodded quickly, not even having the might to protest. you breathed through your mouth as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. it hurt, it hurt like fucking hell but with every inch he pushed inside you, you felt pleasure pulsate through every part of your body.

you let out one last squeal as he bottomed out inside of you, falling into you as he moaned in pleasure. "knew you could fucking take me baby, such a good girl" you beamed at his compliment as he slowly started rocking back and forth into you.

he was amazed how he hasn't cum yet, but he needed you to before he could. he knew you were close, he studied your moans and your facial expressions long enough to figure out when you were cumming.

"ani g- gonna cum" you moaned, feeling him in every-part of you. "go on baby, right behind you". you could feel his dick empty out in you as you came all over him, scratching up his toned back.

"i love you so much ani" you breathed, pulling and tugging at his hair, his breath tickling your shoulder as he answered. "you don't even understand how much i love you baby, no one will ever understand."

[hanasnx]

just like a daddy should

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: this concept of dark!hayden is co-created/developed by @xstarkillerx | dead dove do not eat for emphasis on age gap relationship and heavy daddy kink content. dark!hayden is an au, it does not reflect my view of hayden christensen as a person. in this au he's not an actor. WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | f!reader | dark!hayden | daddy content | age gap | problematic behavior | ass patting | mild exhibitionism | no y/n

Your heels clack against the wooden boards of the stairs, climbing them to invite yourself onto the resort staging set above the beach. The bodyguard steps aside for you, he knows who you're here with.

"—liquidating that branch'll do nothing for you here. You'll be bleeding yourself—" the sound of DARK!HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN's voice soothes your worries, approaching where he lounges on a cushioned chair. His elbow is hooked onto the corner of it, and his leg is folded up to rest his ankle on his knee. His outfit remarkably smart, white linen shirt tucked into gray dress pants and a thin black belt. Never mind his comfort, you ignore his companion, interrupt his conversation, and invite yourself onto his lap. He sees the stressed lines of your brows, and makes room for you right as you take your seat.

"Daddy." you whine. The strings of your micro-bikini catch on his clothes, and he discretely tugs down a cup to cover a bit more of the curve of your chest that'd been revealed. You frown at your hand, "I broke a nail. And I just got these done!" you cry, hopelessly examining the dejected state of your cracked acrylic, and you feel his breath against your shoulder as he looks over it. Gently, he envelopes your hand in his, drawing it in his line of sight.

"Oh, duchess, let me see." he sympathizes you, studying what you offer him while he palms your bare thigh. "Don't worry. We'll fix it later. I've gotta take care of some things here." he coos, his lips murmuring against your ear that shoots tingles up your spine. You sought comfort and attention, and that's exactly what he's given you. Hayden can see out of the corner of his eye how his associate cannot take his eyes off of you, nor the shameless display before him.

Hayden notes how rude you are, how you have no manners, ignoring his companion, neglecting to introduce yourself. The tenacity of being young and naive is so deliciously novel to him. So much so it brings entertained curls to the corners of his mouth. You pivot more into Hayden's direction, his hand sliding against your back as you do, and he settles into the cushion when you lean into him. Curious fingers latch onto the collar of his button-up, widening it's opening to expose more of his chest. Fingertips toy with the lines of his collarbones, watching yourself fidget, pouting at it. "I miss you." you say, hushed, and meet his patient gaze. He says nothing, so you take it as your cue to leave. You push off him, planting your high heels on the floor to stand. In newfound giddy energy, you show off your ass to him. "What do you think of my new tattoo?"

A little tramp stamp is visible right above your low waistband. As he lingers a glance on it, his expression hardens, and his voice lowers, "We'll talk about this later." A pat on your ass is your signal to get going, intent to avoid making a scene here. No one said you can get a tattoo, tattoos are too grown for your virgin skin. To diffuse the tension he knows he's caused, he calls after you casually, "Wait for me at the bar. Order me something, huh? Surprise me."

His associate looks after you, gaze glued to the way your hips sway as you recede. You're young, and he can't pin down what your relationship to Hayden is exactly. When he shifts his attention back to Hayden, he's met with a hint of a prideful smile. "Sorry about that. My buddy's daughter. We're close, you know?"

[sramfact]

The paper, packaging & related products segment is expected to lead the liquid adhesives market during the forecast period. The growth of this segment can be attributed to the increased use of adhesives in a wide variety of paper bonding applications ranging from corrugated box construction and the lamination of printed sheets to packaging materials used in all types of consumer products and the production of large industrial tubes and cores. Increasing E-commerce has stimulated the growth of this industry.

[overrboarrd]

roman reigns x black!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: mentions of alcohol and inebriation a/n: decided to go ahead and run this one back. let me know what y'all think!

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Acrylic nails mindlessly stirred the deep amber liquid in front of her. She would’ve opted for something lighter, but the aching in her chest begged to be pacified. Shoulders brushed against her in the confined space. The vibrations from the speakers that traveled from the wooden floor throughout her body was her oxygen; the only thing keeping the monstrous cage around her heart from caving in.

She exhaled deeply before closing her eyes. The burning sedated the dull pain, finally giving her what she longed for. Relief. Though the days would pass and her heart would yearn once again. Inebriation soon overwhelmed her, and whilst her mind was almost gone, her body governed her with ease. Legs carried her outside of the bar and around the rust brick building. Fingers fumbled around a purse for a few seconds before pulling out a slim rectangular electronic, the lit screen anticipating the truth that sat on her heart.

“There are countless things that are wrong with me. I’m flawed and-and fragile. Why would you want a glass case as a fiancé? As your wife?”

The impulsive phrase magnified their romance into a blooming estrangement, condemning her to almost two years of seclusion. Her chestnut irises rapidly moved across the device, searching for the one name that could do more than just temporarily pick up the pieces.

Roman.

Her eyes lingered on his contact photo for a few seconds. She kept everything; pictures, voice messages, brief notes that he’d written on random loose sheets of paper succeeding their most intimate moments. When they first met she didn’t take him as romantic. They had not-so-subtly been surprised with a blind double date after Naomi suggested she join her and Jimmy out skating.

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She walked into the building fully believing that it was another night out with her favorite couple. She’d roll around for a while; then go head to head with Jimmy in air hockey at the small arcade on the side of the rink while Naomi cheered her on. Jimmy would pout and joke that she loved her more than him. The Rink was their old stomping grounds. She and Naomi would go every weekend during their school years. Beating him was second nature. After their 3 round game, she took a seat at one of the benches near the lockers; switching out her sneakers for crisp white skates. Her fingers separated the lace before grabbing the skate and slipping it on. As she got ready to head back on the floor, she overheard a rich, baritone voice engaging with the underpaid worker at the counter, causing her to look up.

“Um, I don’t think we have a size 15, but I can take a look. Give me a second.” The lanky teenage boy disappeared from the counter while the mildly annoyed-looking man rubbed his beard in frustration. She watched his jaw clench, slightly shaking his head. His large hands barely fit in his pocket as he pulled out his phone. Her eyes scanned his side profile. Handsome was an understatement. She didn’t need to see his full face to know that, yet he must have felt her stare. His eyes immediately locked with hers and she got to see the entirety of his herculean features. A small smile replaced the frown that was there seconds before. His once furrowed brows softened, lips parting as if he took in a deep breath. She held her gaze while a smirk graced her face. Eye contact only breaking when she noticed the worker coming back to the front empty handed. Not wanting to be on the other side of his, presumably, growing irritation, she finished tying her skates and stood up. A quick glance was shot over her shoulder, leaving the alluring stranger to his dilemma.

An 808 bass guided resin wheels along maple floors. Strobe lights danced in her eyes and euphoria pulsated through her veins. After a few more songs, she finally decided to join her abandoned party of two. Naomi and Jimmy were sitting on the benches on the opposing side of the rink, his arms wrapped around her while they laughed. She found it adorable, just as much as when the couple first met. They were the perfect match, and they never made her feel like a third-wheel on their outings. So she could only imagine how crazy her face looked as she walked back to their bench, finding the new addition to their party leaning against the wall to the left of Naomi.

‘Who the fuck is h-’ her eyes squinted ever so slightly before widening. Realization and confusion tangoed in her mind while the three finally noticed her heading their way.

“This is my cousin, Roman.” Jimmy interrupted her unfinished thought, standing up and patting his cousin’s back before walking a few steps next to his wife. She was sure her facial expression said enough. Naomi looked at her with raised brows and pursed lips, holding back a laugh. The man outstretched his hand, a playful gleam in his eyes as he watched her. Chills ran down her spine as she hesitantly shook it and introduced herself. He towered over her, the top of her head barely reached the base of his neck. Blackcurrant and ambergris cologne encompassed her. Being so close to him felt magnetic. A hardened glare was thrown Naomi and Jimmy’s way; they met it with two awkward smiles and a thumbs up on Jimmy’s end.

“Sorry for interrupting.” Roman cleared his throat. “I’m visiting for the weekend and my cousin invited me out with him.” A tight lipped smile graced his face, letting her know that he, too, had fallen victim to the couple’s antics.

“Seems like those two have quite the sense of humor, huh? Naomi said the same thing to me.” A sarcastic laugh escaped her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes finally meeting his. “You should’ve known it was a set up.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side. “And why is that?” His brows furrowed in the same way she had seen earlier, slight wrinkles sat above the bridge of his nose.

Her lips formed into another smirk. “How many skating rinks do you know that actually carry a size 15.”

Roman let out a laugh and captured his bottom lip between his pearly whites, a small dimple forming in his cheek. A genuine smile spread across his face as he shook his head, causing her heart to flutter.

“Believe it or not, I’ve never been here before.” He rebutted.

Her brows raised. “Damn, you don’t visit your own cousin?”

“Oh you got jokes, huh.”

“Jimmy really dropped the ball by not telling you that I’m a comedian.” she quipped.

The rest of the night was full of playful banter between the couples. An old school evening of ‘girls versus boys’ transitioned to the Fatu’s home, where the drinks flowed and old college stories left her jumping across the coffee table to cover Naomi’s mouth. Roman and Jimmy reminisced on their youth, from wrestling in the backyard to finally making it to the mainstage together with Jimmy’s twin, Jey.

The liquor’s lethargic aftermath seemed to hit the group simultaneously. Naomi’s legs were stretched across Jimmy’s lap, his hand rested on her thigh as she nestled against him. She caught herself watching them, perhaps a bit too long. It was then she noticed Roman’s arm around her, his thumb tracing small circles on her shoulder. She let her eyes drift close, embracing the newfound comfort of her unanticipated future.

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If only she had known the consequences of her insecurities then. He was so good. Not just for her, but overall. Selfless. Understanding. Patient. Though she pushed the latter to exhaustion.

‘Two years couldn’t have been that long.’ She thought, knowing that each month was its own eternity. Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over blue digits. Apprehension started to peek through the logical side of her brain, longing fought to steer her in the opposite direction.

Push and pull. Angel and Devil.

Lucifer convinced the cognac to play puppet master, and ringing soon flooded her ears.

Once.

Twice.

A few more times.

Then she hung up. Heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. The line between relief and heartache blurred. She pressed the small button on the side of her phone, locking it before opening her purse again. Her chest tightened and a lump formed in her throat as she fought to hold back her tears. Embarrassed. ‘Pathetic.’ She thought. Of course he didn’t answer. He probably changed his number ages ago. Why would he leave that door open?

Ring.

She froze.

He was calling back.

The screen lit up with Roman’s name, his smiling face staring back at her. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. She could almost hear the ticking of a clock, like this moment held the weight of every second they’d been apart.

What if he’s moved on? What if he hates me?

Her chest tightened at the thought. But the weight of the last two years was too heavy, and the aching loneliness was unbearable. The liquor coursing through her veins urged her forward, whispering promises of fleeting courage.

Her finger pressed the button before she could stop herself.

“Hello?” The octave of her voice barely above a whisper. A long pause followed, she braced herself. There was a brief moment of shuffling before Roman decided to speak.

“Why now?” He answered, voice deep and groggy. Nostalgia engulfed her. She missed him. Her phone moved from her ear and she looked at the screen. 2:47 AM.

“I didn’t… realize how late it was...I’m sorry.” Her sentence dragged on longer than she intended. Shit.

“You’re drunk.” His tone was austere.

She hoped it hadn’t been too obvious, but Roman wasn’t fooled. “I might’ve had a drink or two. I just-”Her breath hitched. “I know... I know I fucked up.” Lucifer transformed from puppet master to a full on ventriloquist. A prolonged sigh followed by a slightly muffled ‘Fuck’ came from the opposite end of the phone.

“Where are you?”

“What?”

And for the first time in two years, her name left his lips.

“Where are you.” He demanded this time. Growing impatient with her lack of response.

She could hear him fully up and moving around. Keys jingled in the background, followed by a closed door and heavy footsteps. Those damn size 15’s . The Angel and Devil began waging another internal war. She could apologize for disturbing him so late, hang up the phone and never bother him again. Leave him, again. Or she could get left to her own devices. Allow herself to come face to face with the past that she destroyed. With the man that she never stopped loving.

A cranked engine pulled her out of her thoughts.

“I’m at club LaBelle.”

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Another double shot of cognac found its way into her tremulous hand as she waited for Roman to arrive. Her body cemented in disbelief. He was on his way there. To her. She tried to prepare herself, playing out multiple scenarios in her head, but she was too far gone. Intoxication hijacked what was left of her partly sober mind. Her legs barely held her up as she sat on the barstool, turning to watch the sea of drunken people congregated together.

Then she saw him.

His jet black hair was tossed carelessly into a ponytail, much longer than when she last saw him. His height gave him an advantage over the crowd as he maneuvered through them, spotting her with ease. A full frown spread across his face, clearly irritated being around loud music and sweaty bodies at this time of night. Dark brows, complimented by wrinkles etched deep on his forehead, contrasted against his skin. She couldn’t read him. His eyes were empty as he looked at her, nodding his head towards the entrance. Wordlessly informing her that it was time to leave.

Not wanting to make the night difficult, she attempted to make her exit. Her head spun and heavy eyelids obstructed her vision. Roman followed not too far behind her. As they made their way outside, she stumbled, catching herself on the door frame. A long tattooed arm peeked into her peripheral vision. She shook the thought of him catching her out of her head. He had yet to say two words to her. She tried to regain her focus, eyes scanning the street for the familiar midnight black sedan.

“This way.” His voice came from behind her.

She turned her head to see him walking towards a black SUV. The headlights flashed as he unlocked the doors from the key fob. He opened the door for her, surprising her more than it should have. Roman was always a gentleman. She struggled to lift herself into the seat, limbs weak. Her legs swung into the vehicle and she let her head rest against the seat.

Roman watched her closely as she got in the car, closing the door behind her before making his way to the driver’s side. He followed suit, shutting his own door before looking over at her. Her eyes were closed, possibly in an attempt to sober up. The small button on the right side of the wheel lit up as he stepped on the brake, pushing it to start the car.

The silence during the car ride was overwhelming. Roman pulled the car in her driveway before shifting the gear to park. No one moved to speak first. Her eyes finally opened, head turning to look at him. He remained stoic. Face completely blank though his side profile was still nothing less than stunning. With liquid courage still lingering in her veins, her mouth opened to speak. “Ro-”

“Why now.” His voice reverberated off the black leather seats.

Her body tensed, finally understanding what he meant. . Emotions hit her simultaneously. Remorse. Love. Regret. Like that pivotal night years ago, it was, once again, all too much.

“I can’t right now Roman.” She slurred.

“Oh now you can’t talk? But your drunk ass can call me at 2:30 in the morning after not saying nothin’ for two years?” The betrayal of his true feelings finally spilled out of him. She watched his grip around the wheel tighten.

“I called you for weeks after you walked out and you never called me back. Hell, Naomi tried to talk to you about it in person and you dismissed her too. You completely erased me out of your life.” He continued, his voice carried as he briefly turned to face her.

A knife pierced through her chest. “I never erased you.” She swallowed back the taste of bile; not knowing if it was from her drunkenness alone or fear of it speaking for her

“You left.” The slight crack in his voice almost went unnoticed.

‘I had to.’ She thought. The words lodged in her throat fought to escape and her insobriety wielded the key.

The silence between them was suffocating, thick with unspoken words. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. Roman’s profile was as rigid as stone, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with every passing second.

“I love you, Roman,” she finally whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

His grip tightened on the wheel, knuckles white, as if her confession had sent another wave of anger crashing over him.

“You don’t get to say that to me, not after all this time. Not after I got down on one knee and told you that you’re the person I wanted to spend forever with.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the car. “You don’t just walk out on someone you love. You don’t vanish for two years and expect everything to be okay when you decide to waltz back into their life.”

“I know I hurt you—” she began, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

“Man is this a joke? Hurt me?” Roman laughed bitterly, his eyes flicking towards her for the briefest moment. “You didn’t just hurt me. You left me, and for what, huh?”

The question hung in the air between them, heavy and loaded. Her chest tightened further, guilt mixing with the alcohol in her bloodstream.

“I wasn’t ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I was broken, Roman. I still am.”

His gaze softened, but only for a second. “I never needed you to be perfect. I just needed you to stay.”

“Why’d you answer my call?” She challenged. “Why, after all this time, haven’t you moved on with your life?”

“Because when I said those words to you, I meant it. I never stopped caring about your wellbeing. I’ll always make sure you’re good.” He let out a heavy sigh, pulling into her driveway to park.

“I’m just not in love with you anymore.”

There it went; the cage around her heart.

Shattering. Piece by piece.

[katsumox]

domestic moment with bf!hobie <3

hobie brown x black reader. he loves u so bad its sickening. was a blurb but i’m obsessed with this man so it’s kinda long lol.

"Anyway, 's not stupid. 'S oxymoronic," you pout, rummaging through your makeup bag.

Your Erykah playlist is ringing through your small shared flat in south London. You pull your bohemian braids back into a ponytail before continuing your search.

"Dunno what that means, love," Hobie drawls as he picks at his nails, "Besides, thought you was gonna do my eye-black or whatever, seems you're chattin' me up instead, yeah?"

"Whatever, Bibi," you smile, finally finding your liner. "And you know what an oxymoron is, you ain't dumb. Sit."

"Oh my days," Hobie mutters, fighting the smirk creeping across his face, "Can't believe you've got me following orders. Get on with it, then," he says as he sits on the loveseat.

He's fiddling with the chipped black paint on his nails again as he watches you size up his face, fingers posed like a picture frame.

You huff, two-toned lips poked out in thought. You open the liquid liner, and as you're about to do the first line of black on his eyelid-

Hobie's deep voice breaks your concentration.

"Babes. Don't fuck me up now, yeah?" He hums, looking up at you as you purse your glossy lips, head cocking to the side.

"Can't concentrate if you can't keep your mouth shut."

He smirks at your slight attitude before retorting, "Sides, you're not close enough, innit? Come sit with me," He says, patting his thighs.

You sigh as you grip the liner pen with your teeth, sinking down on his lap. His arms reflexively come to rest loosely around your waist, as his fingers drum out nameless little beats on the meat of your hips.

"Go on then, love," Hobie encourages as you raise the pen, finally making the first marks of eyeliner across his dark eyes.

"Aw shit," You mutter, looking at his liner, "Fucked it up a bit, but I'll..." You trail off as you feel the intensity of Hobie's stare.

“You’ll what, babe,” he rumbles, low eyes trained on yours.

“Smudge it,” you mutter, as Hobie tucks a loose braid behind your ear. “…Finna smudge it out.”

Hobie’s eyes flicker from yours to your lips as his ringed hand holds your jaw. His lips part, his gaze never leaving yours as he runs his thumb over your cheek.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Bibi?”

“You,” he drawls, pulling your jaw downward, towards him.

His lips are on yours, one hand still cradling your jaw as the other rubs comforting circles into your hip. Your acrylics are scratching at his neck as he presses you impossibly closer to him, smiling into your kisses.

“Gotta finish… Lemme finish, Bibi,” you breathe into the kiss.

“Kay, then,” he hums, “Hurry, wanna keep snoggin’ you.”

You giggle at his honesty, taking the pad of your thumb to smudge his liner. After a moment, you lean back, analyzing your work.

“You so pretty, Bibi,” you mutter, softly squeezing his cheek.

“You’re talkin’,” Hobie rumbles, chucking your chin, “Pretty ting like you, callin’ me pretty.”

His lips are shiny, covered in the brown gloss and lip liner from your kisses. His fingers never stop rubbing soft circles in your hips as he looks up at you.

“Give the pretty girl another kiss,” You demand, hastily tacking on a “Please.”

Hobie snorts at your demand, pierced eyebrow cocked in question.

“You think you give orders round here?”

You raise your brows in turn, watching and waiting.

Hobie huffs in feigned exasperation.

“Alright then, fine. Fine,” he sighs, “Not doing it ‘cause you told me to. ‘M doin’ it ‘cause I like snoggin’ leng tings like you.”

He kisses you again, sighing sweet nothings into the kiss.

[bkgsdoll]

the ladies room - mina ashido

🍮⠀⠀ notes: not proofread!!, bsf mina ashido x nail tech reader, nsfw (no actual smut tho), suggestive, implied tiddie sucking + fingering, mention of drool, nicknames (doll, baby, my love) ‿ ୧ 🍡⠀ word count: 668

bsf!mina opens the door to the nail salon you're currently working at, the little bell on top dinging as she strides in. she's wearing a cute cropped tank with the cut low, her soft cleavage on display. "heyy doll!!" the pink haired girl squeals excitedly, waving her dainty pink hand in your direction. peeling your bored eyes off your phone, you pick up your head at the familiar voice. heads turn at the loud entrance while a bright smile forms across your face. "hii ashh!!! come sit baby!" you wave her over, putting your phone back into your pretty little purse. as she perches over the chair, your eyes immediately land on her chest, a small flustered mess spreading onto your cheeks. your wandering eyes hurriedly flicker back to her face when she flashes you that toothy grin of hers you adore so much.

after a few minutes of silly girl babbling, you finally bring up the reason she's here. you gently take hold of her hands over the hand rest, looking over her nails, humming softly. “okayy so you wanted a purple french tit— tip!! … right?” you squeak in embarrassment, quickly correcting your mistake. she giggles girlishly before humming a noise of confirmation. you spin your wheeled chair around to grab purple paint swatches for her to choose from while mina takes a hand away from the handrest to lay her chin on.

after 45 minutes of work-- prepping the girl's nails, applying acrylic, picking out charms, painting the frenchies, and brushing off the dust, you're finished! “all done!! you likeee?” you grin, clapping your gloved hands together lightly. she opens her mouth with a wide smile. “they’re soo cute, thank you my love!!” her pillowy thighs squish together as she stares at her new acrylics, fighting the urge to bite her lip before standing up. “yknow actually..” she starts, lowering her tone. you look up with innocent confusion. “i needa go to the ladies room.. can ya show me where it is?” you admire her face as she speaks-- she bats her eyelashes so prettily… wait what did she say?

you snap back into reality, fastly blinking and replaying the words that spilled out of her glossy lips. "oh! sure, yeah!!" you nod, taking off your dusty gloves and leading her to the bathroom. as you two walk past your coworkers and other customers, your best friend slides her purse off her shoulder with a face full of lust. you open the solitary restroom door for her to step in. as she does, the confident girl pulls you inside with her abruptly, locking the door immediately. you raise your eyebrows. "ash..?" you mutter, fiddling your fingers together while mina turns on the sink's faucet to wash her hands. "would you help me out and unclip my bra?" she nonchalantly asks out of the blue, lathering soap onto her hands. "h-huh??" you whisper-yell, a sudden pool of arousal dripping onto your panties.

she lowly whimpers, rushing to dry her hands before shoving you against the tiled wall. your mouth widens as she puts her bare knee between your legs. "fuckk, you're so cute.." she whines. her hand reaches into your skirt, a mewl spewing out of your mouth. you pull the back off her tank top down to dig your fingers down her back to her bra clips.

the front door opens, the bell dinging while your now friend with benefits waves her hand before blowing a kiss and strutting out of the salon. you exhale dreamily, plopping back down into your seat. "uh- yn? you got a little sumthin.." one of your coworkers points to her lips while staring at yours. you hazily hum, "hm?" you bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling yours and her mixed drool on your mouth. "oh shit." you whisper, wiping away the liquid awkwardly. "freaky gal!" another employee exclaims before the others giggle playfully. you shyly put your head down, taking out your phone again to text mina.

[luvaaiko]

✧˚ ⋆｡♡ ˚⊹ 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸 𝘮𝘦 (𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟭𝟮 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴)

"aw, this is mad cute," you said to your friend, shouting over the music that was blasting out of the speakers. you handed her over a baby pink solo cup, different from the typical red ones you'd find at any other type of party. she smiled at it before leaning down to smell the clear liquid at the bottom of the cup, "this isss cute. what's in it?"

you were already downing the shot quickly, immediately scrunching your face up and making a blegh sounding noise. "espolon or some shit, ew."

you then watched her take her shot, leaning your forearms back against the counter behind you. influencer parties were never as active as the media portrayed them to be, but you made sure to go every time you got invited. you got to dress cute, pregame, and make memories no matter how ass the party was.

pulling your phone out from your black mini purse, you opened up your camera and flipped it so you could see yourself.

taking the acrylic nail of your pointer finger, you adjusted the hair that was gelled down onto your forehead. you had parted it to the side and sleeked down the front part, putting the rest in a high ponytail with the ends curled upwards. bringing your lips closer to your phone screen, you reapplied your brown lip liner before digging in your purse to find a light pink gloss.

"bitch, you look so good right now," your friend shouted at you, moving a strand of hair from off of your glossy lips.

"that's all you," you complimented, adjusting your the outer end of your lash extensions in the camera view.

𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see a guy leaning against the wall with his head down. he held a solo cup lazily in his hand, looking less than interested in drinking.

lifting his head up slightly, you could see him give a dry laugh to the two guys he was standing with, one of them looking almost identical to him.

"twins?" you asked out loud, putting your phone down as you looked across the room.

your friend furrowed her eyebrows, "damn."

you couldn't help yourself from looking at them, nodding your head slightly as your mind started clouding with endless obscene thoughts. you tapped your nails against the countertop to the bass of the song, narrowing your eyes as you looked at the boys.

the one that caught your attention earlier looked up to examine the party surrounding him, his eyes ultimately falling on you.

never being one to break eye contact, you looked locked eyes with him, slowly looking him up and down with a tiny head tilt. you watched him lick his bottom lip before turning his head away shyly, chuckling to himself.

he looked too fine.

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨,

𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚,

𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

his brother scrunched his face in confusion as he watched him asking, "what?"

matt couldn't answer him though. he was too busy thinking about your pretty face and the way you looked at him. he shook his head quickly, "nah, it's nothin'." despite his denial, he brought his head back up to look at you again, finding your head tilted back as you took another shot.

chris curiously looked over to see what his brother was looking at, a smile immediately growing on his face once he saw you.

"awww shit!" he almost giggled, hitting matt's shoulder repeatedly which made his brother try to push him off.

"yo, you need to get on that," chris told him.

matt shook his head hesitantly, his eyes fixated on you glancing over at him and smiling.

matt loved pretty girls. the ones that just looked like they smelled good and had the prettiest smiles. he loved how you had your makeup done and how he could see your skin sparkling underneath the bright party lights. must've used body glitter while you were getting ready.

"look she's here by herself," chris continued. "just with her friend."

the two boys watched you turn towards the girl you were with, her leaning down to tell you something in your ear that made you laugh as you handed her your cup.

she smacked your ass in encouragement, watching you head right towards your target. matt.

"there you go," chris muttered to matt, who's heart was literally in his ass. chris grinned as he watched you smooth your hands over the back of your pants as you walked up to the two of them. chris slung his arm over his friend's, nate, shoulder, walking away from you and matt to leave y'all alone.

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙏𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙤

𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

"you not havin' fun?" you asked while looking up at him, feigning a small tinge of innocence. you'd seen him look down at his phone a few times, and not look too interested in his group's conversation.

he looked down at you, focused on how your breasts were pushed up against your small halter top, the daintiest gold necklace squished in between them.

shaking his head slightly he said, "nah," his voice sounding quieter than he wanted it to. "how 'bout you?"

you shook your head too, taking in how good his voice sounded. "could be better."

thinking for a second, matt moved you in front him, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. he wore a silver ring that felt cool against your back, making slight contact with the waist chain you wore.

"c'mere."

𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.

𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙣𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨.

𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚

he led you into a dimly lit corner, right near the bathroom. kinda trashy but it didn't matter.

"so its easier to talk," he said lowly, looking down at you with a small smile.

"ohhh," you said in fake amusement, "so it's easier to talk?"

as you spoke, you turned around yourself so your back was facing him. turning your head over your shoulder, you blinked slowly. "you just tryna' talk?"

he softly grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling you into him so your ass rested against his bulge. "i'm tryna' do whatever you're tryna' do," he chuckled slightly.

you started to whine against him, your hips rolling in circles as you reached an arm up behind you to pull the back of his neck, bringing his chin to rest in the crook of your neck.

he grunted quietly in your ear as he felt his jeans grow tighter. the close proximity allowed you to smell his cologne, the sexy aroma turning you on even more.

with one hand guiding your waist in circles, matt placed his other hand on your shoulder, bending you over and making you place your hands on your knees.

you looked over your shoulder again, your eyes looking a little glossy as the liquor caught up to you.

the neckline of the crisp white tee he wore was clenched in between his teeth, making the hem rest right below his belly button and exposing not just a light happy trail, but the black band of his calvin clein boxers.

his silver chain sparkled softly as he moved to match your waist movements.

he looked so fucking good.

"don't look at me like that," he muttered with his shirt still in his mouth, a nervous laugh escaping him.

"like what?" you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them a little.

his shirt dropped out of his mouth as his eyes trailed down the back of your body. he couldn't stop staring at the ed hardy design on the back of your blue jeans rub up on his black jeans, sometimes bumping on his thick belt.

looking back up at your pretty eyes, he let out a shaky breath. "don't play dumb."

as the song faded out, the next one began to play. you stood back upright, leaning against his front frame with your head back on his shoulder as your hips swayed side to side.

leaning down to your ear he asked, "can i get your number?"

what kind of girl would you be if you said no?

© luvaaiko

[nimbusghoul]

The Nice Soap-Viktor x Bimbo!Reader

Pairing:Viktor x Reader

Type: Fluff TO smut for the entirety

Fandom:Arcane/LoL(more Arcane Vik than LoL Vik, let me have my twink, okay?)

WC:1337 This is just a sneak peek, if you want more, I'll continue to provide, Don't hate me!

Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

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