#swatch/reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Oh i get to offer Swatch to my favourite writer??? Excellent!!!

Please consider i'm so gay for that charming bird and i want to kiss him so hard his glasses tilt sideways.

If you ever write anything about him i will give you my life

Swatch x Human male reader 

Headcanons 

I love Swatch, I love so many of the characters from Deltarune and Undertale. Like, Rudy? Asgore? Spamton? Sweet Capn Cakes? Come on man, they should be happy theres a screen holding me back. 

I was the fucking worst when it came to being in love with Sans and Papyrus back in the day. All the AUs? Yeah, I knew them like the back of my hand. I even made my own AU, back in the day. 

No spoilers for chapter 3 or 4. 

You were the only other human living in Hometown. You had been adopted by Cat family when you were a baby. Apparently, your human mother, and your cat mother, had been friends in college. 

Being the only other human had resulted in Kris clinging to you when they were younger, especially when they were hit with the “I'm not a monster like my family” phase, one you had gone through too. 

You used to babysit Kris and Asriel when they were younger too, even if Asriel always claimed he was too old to be babysat. Instead, you guys just called it “hanging out”. 

After high school, you moved out of Hometown and to the bigger city, starting a degree in coding and computer science. You still came home at least one weekend a month though. 

You met Swatch on one of the lucky weeks where all your classes had been cancelled, for days even, so you took the chance and drove home. Of course, you spent the first while with your parents, then your sisters, even visiting Catti at the diner where she worked. 

But you felt a need to find your little buddy, even if Kris wasn't that little anymore. Call it your human alliance, but Kris had always felt like a little sibling to you. 

Jockington told you that she had seen Kris head towards the library after school, so you went there, assuming they were farting about in the computer lab playing games like always. 

How you end up in the Dark World is lost to you, it just... kinda happened. You couldn't really figure out what Class you were supposed to be, or if this world even had those kinds of things. 

It just reminded you a lot of the few sessions of Dungeons & Dungeons (because Dungeons & Dragons wouldn't be fantasy in a world with dragons) you had played with your art club back at college. 

But hey, you had magic. Something you didn't have back on the surface, or whatever you should call it, being human and all. 

You end up just kinda wandering around, talking to some different monsters, and you figure out that Kris is supposed to be down here and is wanted? By the Queen? 

Anyways, one way or another you end up at the Queens mansion, and feeling tired from all the walking you saddle up in the Color Cafe. It helps that the shopkeeper is so handsome too. 

Dess always giggled about your love for butler characters in media, so what if you loved Otome games and anime, she and Asriel were big nerds too. 

You end up spending the rest of the day, just sitting in the cafe and talking to Swatch. Hes all professional and sharp edges in the beginning, but you start to wear him down and you get to see the real him. 

You even pump a fist on the inside when you get him to blush. It hadn't even been on purpose, you just touched his hand, wanting to show him your cool new magic. 

It wasn't like you were good at it, you hadn't even figured out what your magic really did yet, but Swatch got all red in the face, and his feathers started puffing up. 

It was so cute you wanted to bite your plate hard enough to break it. It ends with Swatch clearing his throat, adjusting his glasses like an anime character (you had to contain your “Kyaah” at that one), and offering to teach you. 

And so, you guys spend a good hour, maybe two, working on your magic. There were no costumers during this time, so you get a feeling Swatch might have flipped the door sign to CLOSED. 

Especially because, he starts pulling the good ol “let me adjust your arm for you” move, getting up behind you and supporting your arms with his own. 

All was good and dandy until this purple monster girl you have only seen in passing barge in, complaining about the shop being closed. 

Imagine you, Swatch, and the group of heroes- and hey, there's Kris, all freezing. Kris is stoic as always, but you swear you see their eyes widen and mouth open in shock, and the other two just look equally shocked at the sight of you. 

Both you and Swatch cough and sputter, the shopkeeper fluttering back to his spot and brushing down his puffy feathers. Seeing him immediately snap into his butler-sona almost makes you crack up. 

It takes a bit, but you get yourself introduced, completely ignoring the situation they had walked in on, and you figure out their mission too. 

Kris seems to struggle against... something... for a bit, before they leave. Its a bit scary, honestly, but they free themselves from whatever is holding them back, and hurry over to give you a tense hug. You'll have to ask them what that's about later. 

But, you stay in the cafe as Kris, Susie and Ralsei, rush off to be the heroes the prophecy wants them to be. And you? You have a hot butler to keep flirting with. 

In the end, you do appear in the battle against the Queen, cuz nobody gets to kick your human pal's ass, other than you in Super Smashing Fighters. 

When Queen is defeated, and the Dark Fountain is shut down, you are heartbroken at the thought that your new boo would cease to exist.  

Imagine your joy when Kris and Susie bring you with them to Castle Town, where your pretty bird is now manning the bar? Restaurant? Cafe? 

Learning that Darkners can't leave the Dark World does mess you up, especially after you and Swatch get closer. You swear to find a way to make it possible, because you promised him a date in the big city. 

You do feel your face flush a little when the Swatchlings appear, all so big, sharp and ready to serve.  

Swatch lets out a barely hidden huff, his neck feathers puffing up differently to when he's flustered. You would never pick the Swatchlings over him, obviously, but they are really cute... 

Being one of the Lightners also means Ralsei makes you a room of your own too, the cute Darkner princess having been so observant during your conversations that he fits it right to your tastes 

And... it means you can bring Swatch there so you guys can be alone. Up until that point you guys would have mostly spoken in the cafe and the bar he runs in Castle Town.  

Here, you two can be completely yourselves and learn all the small things about each other. 

And here you guys can kiss, because by god you have been starving to do so since you guys meet. Swatch is so cute when he kisses, as his glasses get all skewed up, and he starts tittering. 

Hes so polite and careful, and admits he doesn't have much, if any, experience, because hes always been serving and doing other things. 

And you, you are ready to help him figure out everything he doesn't know. At least for the while you are still in Hometown, after that, you have to find a way to bring him with you... 

[luckyartdrawer]

(Bitter) Sweet! Art & Drabble

For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list! There's still plenty of time before the first prompt is due (Jan 12th), and there's 2 other prompts as well for the month! Definitely check it out lovelies! <3

Drabble name: Instability Of The Heart Contents: Sun x reader, Heavy Pinning, Bitter Sweetness Chosen Words: Clouds, Opals, Celebration, Star-crossed, Letting Go, Hope, Candle Word Count: 1,625

AO3 version now available!

Ch 2. Moon, Ch 3. Eclipse

(Close Ups are also at the bottom <3)

It’s been a whole year…

Unsure how to approach the festivities now, Sun decided to find a quiet spot instead, spending all morning setting things up to participate in his own way. He couldn't not join in, but it just wouldn't be right to go back into the thick of it either.

The not-too-far-off town square, only a mile below his expanse of cloud, is alive in the lieu of celebration. The live orchestra plays the same casual songs, their passion dying the expanse of clouds they rest upon pink with their infectious energy, and the music drifts up clear as day to his ears despite the distance. The community brightens at each strum of a chord, chatter so lively that they create lyrics to their own song. They all are so alight that even once the sun sets, not even a single candle will be necessary to keep the festival bathed in a warm glow.

Sun sighed as he looked towards his namesake, feeling both relief and dread seeing it only moved a little since he last checked, located slightly past the center of the sky above him. Any moment now the square should clear its center and engage in its Hearthwarming Dance.

A spark crackles in his chest, sending longing pangs to his heart and head. It swirls through the burning magma and dips through every ligament, the tips of his fingers and toes buzzing with the itch to do something.

He turns to his partner, waiting for the first note of the new song to swell before grabbing their soft hand and whispering,

“May I have this dance?”

Without his usual banter, Sun embraces them and sways to the familiar beat without hesitation.

Upon closing his eyes, he is suddenly not dancing on a patchy field of clouds, but rather upon a lively opal plaza shimmering in the warm sunlight; the polished stone reflecting all those lovely pink clouds to create a mosaic, speckled with a rainbow of beautiful color.

Yet, the way you shined changed everything. It had completely ruined his view of beauty.

Your smile glistened through the sheer cloud of stardust that orbits around your form. Your eyes were as hypnotic as the ring of light you absorb, blindingly white before turning into a pitch black that's impossible for him to comprehend. He could barely even remember what you wore that day, too busy memorizing your face.

You were a star that had gone supernova, a rarity unseen for the last 3 centuries, let alone for a star of your kind.

Even the thought of your imagery causes him to inhale sharply. He clutches at his partner tightly, mindless of the give as he steps around in a traditional dance.

You were so scared when the change happened all those months ago...

Sun had found you holed up in your dark room, begging him to not look at you. He had initially come over to barge down your door for being an hour late to meet him, only to find your home was unlocked. It wasn't too unusual, so he welcomed himself inside, used to doing so after years of friendship.

His bitterness over how you kept him waiting for so long evaporated at finding your tearful state, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for your usual wear and voice.

He's still ashamed to say that he was enraptured by you despite the state you were in.

You were a glimmering dwarf star before, enchanting enough as is, and yet somehow you turned into something even more bewitching, compounding his years of desire into something even stronger. It felt right. Not to see you sad, but to see you in that form. Everything about it felt like you. The pull was indescribable in every step he took, the very essence of you invading his senses.

As soon as he recounts reassuring you, drying your tears, and pulling you into a hug; he snaps back to having you in his arms in the light of day, grasping his right hand and prancing with ease across the square, expertly avoiding other participants.

The magnetic pull is intense, the need to somehow get closer and closer was nearly impossible to ignore. He wanted to run away from such a force, yet he only clutched your hand tighter as he spun you, pulling your back into his chest and locking you there for a beat too long.

He was so afraid that you could read his every move, regardless of knowing your sheer obliviousness to his desires.

You always playfully indulged his yearly insistence of being your dance partner, yet nothing had come of it from either side. But this time, his gaze was constantly locked with yours, unable to break contact. His possessive grip had ensnared you, barely leaving even an inch between you. He couldn't help but pause, disregarding the mass of bodies moving around him, wanting to hold you forever.

How could it not be obvious?

Regardless, he knew it was inevitable he'd spill out his soul to you soon, barely able to restrain his lips from colliding into yours at that very moment.

He hoped, he prayed, he begged like a mantra to the celestial mother that you'd feel the same. That this magnetism isn't so one sided. That restraint would one day be unnecessary and he'd finally be able to drink in the flavor of your kiss.

Only mere seconds had passed when he released you from his hold, continuing the dance as if nothing happened. Perhaps to you, nothing did happen.

Would that explain what had happened?

He spent that whole day with you, following you to vendors with traditional carbon foods and indulging in your proximity as you'd graze hands and bump shoulders on occasion, finally left comfortably alone as the town's people were accustomed to your new appearance by then.

He was more than happy to scoop you up the moment you said you were getting tired and overwhelmed. You insisted that you didn't want the fun to end, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you at least needed a change of pace.

The sun was setting when he leapt up stray puffs of clouds to the field above the plaza. He pranced in circles, leaping gaps to the dying beats of music, and teasing about dropping you through them when you didn't believe he could cross. Your rivers of laughter only fueled his audacity, as he never wanted to hear them end. Inevitably, his foot barely slipped off the edge of one of his more daring jumps, causing the two of you to fall forward and collide with the cloud beneath you.

Despite the grunt the two of you made at the impact, you were quick to laugh at Sun’s failure, teasing him about his cockiness biting him in the behind.

But Sun couldn't ignore the press of his body on top of yours, the echoing melody of your voice ensnaring his throat, refusing to allow him to even draw breath, let alone words. His mind fogged over, the only reprieve to his pinning troubles all pointed towards you, and he desperately needed that relief.

Your lips were more delicious than he could have ever dreamed of, your endearing expression was wide eyed and glowing.

Glowing so much that he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to recuperate, despite how much he wanted to savor your appearance.

And then with a fluttering blink, he's back in the present, kneeling down in the same position over some sad facimally of you. The cloud he molded this morning was mangled already from his delusions, but due to his fall it had melded into the cloud below it, its pink color feeling more taunting than sweet.

Sun looked down at his hand to find a tiny piece of said cloud still in it, a tear welling up in his eye.

It was too fitting.

In that original moment, it was as if you dissolved right in his arms after that kiss, but he refuses to believe anything bad happened. He searched your home, your favorite places, and even contacted your friends and family. No one knew where you were.

Some believed you to be dead after he finally admitted what happened between the two of you.

He vehemently denied that possibility, despite the plausibility. You were barely older than he was, still spry with centuries of life ahead of you. You couldn't just die from a kiss…

The only spark of hope he was given was when he questioned one of the elder Neutron stars, one of whom recalled personally knowing a singular supernova; one who had been taken suddenly to a world beyond the sky to contain their unstable make up. They had returned only once to explain their departure, before saying goodbye for their next one shortly after.

Sun brought the small puff of cloud to his lips – it should have been your hand.

He couldn't repress the tear that escaped him.

It's been a year since your disappearance. He still hasn't given up on his star-crossed lover, if he may even call you that. Your sudden departure left him wanting, stagnant, unsure of so many things.

If you reciprocated, wouldn't you have come back to him by now..?

Overtime, many have caught onto his depressed demeanor and advised him that it's best to learn to let go.

Preaching that waiting is fruitless.

Denouncing the Neutron’s tall tale of some magical plain snatching you away.

Scolding Sun for ruining his life over some runaway star.

However, he cannot help it; you own all the hope he has left. As he is unfortunately, completely, woefully in love with you.

Close Ups!

[journaloflove]

Rose Tinted Glasses . . .

this is for my friend so if ur reading this, hello err…hope you enjoy?? ^. ^ ,, [ reader is a lightener alongside the trio! ]

Swatch didn’t feel much for everyone else. I mean, he thought what he needed to about his glorious queen, but that was about it.

All he knew how to do was clean up, destroy melons, and serve Queen.

But you? You knew how to do so much more. You were…saving people!

He guesses that’s where his interest was piqued. You? Defeating Queen? That’s a real bold claim.

You seemed so interested in him. Asking about himself, his clothing, the café in general.

(Although he didn’t appreciate the question about that insufferable fellow who spoke in an odd manner.)

His top priority was Queen, but you were slipping through the cracks.

After you had defeated Queen, he noticed you befriended everyone. Tasque Manager, the Swatchlings…everyone.

They decided to join your little Castle Town, deeming it good enough for them.

He took refuge in the quaint little café in the corner. Serving people was his best trait.

And who was that waiting for a Starfait? Why, you, of course!

He felt himself bristle upon seeing you. What was this feeling in his chest? Affection…?

He wouldn’t mind serving you some more. <3

[2000sangel]

Deltarune Matchups OPEN! (closed now, keeping for reference!)

I decided to open a few slots for matchups because I noticed nobody is doing them, so I need to feed you guys I think.

How many slots? Not sure, I'll close these when I have enough in my inbox !!

With all that said... let's move on to the...

RULES ‼️ ↓↓↓

>>Please don't send in a request if you're a minor!

>>In relation to the first rule up here, I will only choose between adult characters!

What to add to your description:

• Basic info: this can include things that are so basic I won't consider them much in the matchup usually, like your name, your height, what languages you speak, etc. I will sometimes get an idea or two from these!

• Your personality, obviously!!

• What you look like: especially the way you dress and present yourself!

• What you like: foods, shows, aesthetics, anything you can think of!

• Hobbies: any hobbies you have! Even very casual ones.

• What you dislike: again, anything on your mind!

• If you have a type/if you wouldn't date a specific kind of person. Description too!

• If you don't want me to match you with a specific character or more. Tell me who!

• Anything else we might deem as important, fun facts or quirks or anything!

Characters you could be matched with:

Spamton

Jevil

Swatch

Rouxls Kaard

Queen

Tenna

Lanino

Elnina

Extra character/s you might get as a 2nd whose personalities will be based on my personal headcanons:

Pink Addison

Blue Addison

Orange Addison

Yellow Addison

Tasque Manager

Happy matchup-ing !!!

[psychedelic-pebble]

Deltarune

Started: 6/8/25

Last updated: 6/8/25

- Spamton/Sneo

- SFW and NSFW

- Tenna

- SFW and NSFW

- Rouxls Kaard

- SFW and NSFW

- Swatch

- SFW and NSFW

(these are just the ones im most inclined to write, but if they’re not on here feel free to shoot a dm and ill see if it’d be something i’d be interested in writing!)

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[vitaminseetarot]

March Palette Game: CLOSED 🌈

Somewhere, over the rainbow...

I felt inspired to do a game based on my huge stack of palette cards. I have 700+ palette cards to shuffle through, multiple stacks that take an hour to shuffle at least lol. I remove any duplicates, so 99% of these cards are different, which leaves much room for exploration.

All participants for this game will receive one palette card which will be read like an aura. What is your current energy? What kind of aura are you radiating? I will not reuse cards, so everyone will have a chance to get a unique card drawn! I will also pull one tarot card from the Spectrowhirl deck to give you additional insight as to why your palette card was selected along with additional guidance if needed. Images will be provided.

RULES to Play:

☼ 1 Follow this blog if you're not already a follower: VitaminSeeTarot

☼ 2 Reblog this post with the tag #vitaminseetarotgame

☼ 3 Send me an Ask (not DM) along w/ two different signature emojis of your choice 🌈🎨

☼ 4 Asks will be accepted starting 3/18, deadline is 3/21 @ 5pm EST. Be sure to check the open/closed status before submitting. Asks submitted before 3/21 may receive their reading after the deadline has passed. Asks submitted after the deadline will not. Make sure to submit your Ask before the deadline if you want to participate.

☼ 5 Please be kind & patient while I finish your reading, as I don't know how many will play.

☼ 6 This game is for your specific energy/aura reading only. I will not do palette card readings for your friends, family, or other people in your life. I will not do readings for celebrities, events, or situations here.

☼ 7 Remember that energy is always changing and your aura reading is not meant to be interpreted as a permanent, fixed state. Free will is yours.

☼ 8 I reserve the right to refuse a reading for any reason (I may refuse only because certain guidelines weren't met. You are free to resubmit your Ask before the deadline, provided the above guidelines are followed).

☼ 9 You must agree to the above rules before playing.

☼ 10 If you would like to leave a tip, you can do so on my Ko-Fi page. Check back to my page soon if you're interested in paid readings as I will be opening up for personal sessions very shortly.

Thank you for your donations, likes, reblogs, feedback, and follows. Thank you for your support! 🙂

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2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[graveyardghostguy]

i don’t really feel like making a whole big huge post right now so here’s a temporary pinned Dx

⚠️ this is an 18+ blog! minors dni! ⚠️

hi. my name is ghost, i’m 18, and i take deltarune / undertale x reader requests! however, i only write smut, so minors shoo. proshippers begone as well!

i will gladly write for any & all adult characters, polyamorous dynamics, different tropes or genres, afab, amab or neutral readers, non-harmful kinks & fetishes, anything that isn’t listed below

i won’t write anything with incest, illegal age gap, pedophilia, etc. most kinks are fine but please don’t ask for vore or scat… nothing like that. i also won’t do ‘yandere’ characters

have any questions? shoot me an ask! i don’t bite. inbox is always open, pls give me something to do lol =^]

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

Wait it's been a while have my art lmao (it's a bunch of random doodles hope you guys don't mind >w<)

(desgin made by @kingsis :3)

[loving-apparitions]

Swatch is very polite and a charmer. From first courting you to well into your relationship, they treat you with chivalry. Pulling out and pushing in your seat, opening doors for you, kissing the back of your hand, buying you flowers, all of it. They think you deserve to be treated like treasure.

They dish out compliments often. Maybe it's how nicely coordinated your outfit is, how nice a particular top looks on you, the joy in your smile, the sound of your laugh, how quickly you find a solution to a problem, how hard you've worked on a project...they have something sweet to say about nearly everything!

It's not hot air, so you know. They genuinely see a lot of beauty in the world and thus a lot of wonderful attributes in you. They're happy if they can tell you these thoughts they have, for it's both a chance for them to express and they hope their words make you happy.

They are often busy with work, so your date nights usually have to be scheduled.

They don't take you to Color Cafe for dates as it's their workplace. They'd rather go somewhere that they can be treated as a guest rather than employee.

One of their favorite types of date is sightseeing. They like taking you to the Ferris Wheel, where you can sit next to each other and hold hands while you look over the city. Or out of downtown where you can watch fireworks. Or walking around the city and browsing for interesting venues.

They like the opportunity to sightsee, and the chance to be as quiet or talkative as they’d like. Sometimes silence while you share space or touch is calming, and sometimes it brightens their mood to listen to you.

Swatch’s other favorite type of date is staying at home. They love relaxing, especially when they can get cozy with you. To them, just putting on music or a movie and cuddling can be a date.

Their kisses are always soft, and they have to tilt their head in order to kiss you without poking you. They frequently caress you with the end of their beak in lieu of a kiss when giving affection to your hand, cheek, or forehead.

They love soft physical affection, giving and receiving. They’ll nuzzle you, gently caress you, delicately hold your hands, rub your back. They love to play with your hair, sometimes just running their hands through it slowly, and sometimes, if it’s long enough, silently styling it.

As for them, they love if you scratch their head or chin, if you carefully stroke or preen their feathers, or massage their shoulders. They also find it wonderfully relaxing to bathe or shower with you.

They pepper their talk to you with pet names like they pepper your skin with nuzzles and kisses. They love the expression you make when they call you something sweet. Their favorites are “darling,” “dearest,” “my sweet,” “love,” and “beautiful/handsome.”

Swatch is a sucker for being called names too. When you call them something affectionate, their head feathers puff up a bit.

They love to learn about your interests. They’re naturally curious and as stated before, they see beauty in just about everything. So they love knowing all about your opinions and skills. And they just adore watching and listening when you talk excitedly.

They understand communication is important, but they still tend to avoid telling you anything that might trouble you. When they have a stressful day, they try to calm themself before going to see you so they don't bring that stressful energy to you. When they're worried about something they're dealing with, they prefer to journal and think about it rather than vent to you.

[purp13p3r1d0t]

I'm not in love with Swatch but there are a few of Swatch x reader stuff so today I drew Mr. Swatch kissing y/n's hand while they're shocked

[executie]

An illustration for a Deltarune fanfic I haven't finished writing yet

[atticwindowatdawn]

I wanted to dedicate this set to 'a uniquely portable magic' (as Stephen King would say) aka books! So, let your sims kick back and get lost in their favorite novel. Or maybe it's about time they start working on their own? I'll let you decide that! 📚 Oh, and please let me know what your favorite book is in the comments, I'm always on the lookout for something new to read.💌

This set consists of (from left to right):

Serendipity loveseat (functional, 8 swatches, all lods, 1,520 polys, slots)

Vellichor backpack (functional, 9 swatches, all lods, 9,582 polys)

Bibliophile's Throne deco chair (7 swatches, all lods, 4,254 polys)

Latibule bookshelf (functional, 10 swatches, all lods, 844 polys, slots)

Shop&Shelf cart (functions as a shelf, 10 swatches, all lods, 3,502 polys, slots)

Booksmart living chair (10 swatches, all lods, 3,070 polys)

Reader's Dream desk (10 swatches, all lods, 4,660 polys, slots)

The Cratest Storage (10 swatches, all lods, 2,131 polys)

Scholarly Satchel backpack (functional, 10 swatches, all lods, 11,866 polys)

Bibliophile's Throne functional chair (7 swatches, all lods, 3,886 polys)

The items are base game compatible, they have custom thumbnails and you can search for them in the catalog by typing ‘atticwindowatdawn’ or 'bookish’. Enjoy & have fun! ♥

download (patreon, free)

Follow me here: Patreon / Bluesky

The paintings in the background of the preview picture can be found here!

Special credits for creators whose textures/simlish graphics I used: myshunosun, nucrests, helgatisha, trillyke.

[journaloflove]

Dark Candy Starfait.

You had a terrible, terrible thing for Swatch.

A horrible, no good, awful thing for him.

The way his feathers puffed up when he looked down at you, the sheen on his glasses…God, it’s all too much. Since he arrived at Castle Town, all you’ve been doing is sneaking into the Dark World to see him at the café. You’d order a dark candy starfait (thanks to a recommendation by Rudinn) and chat with him from across the counter. Today you were going to confess, hopefully. Kris and Susie had been bugging you about your “gross romance” with Swatch. Just remembering them teasing you makes your face heat up.

Anyway, you need to get back on track. You listen to the familiar creak of the closet door and step into the darkness. It enveloped you like so many times before, transforming your appearance into something more whimsical. You brush the imaginary dirt off of your clothes and begin to trek through the town towards the café. Now all you needed to do was confess! Easy, right?

It was not easy. Swatch greeted you as usual, his feathers puffing up as he craned his neck to see you walking through the door. He was currently serving a Jigsawry, who you remembered had a penchant for lemonade. You leaned against the counter, waiting for your favorite avian friend to come back to the counter.

After a few minutes of politely chatting with the customers, he slipped behind the counter and gave you a dazzling smile. Your heart began to race, confessing was going to be a lot harder now. His feathers looked so soft and fluffy from here…

“Hello, welcome back, young master.” His voice was as smooth as butter, “What would you like? Your usual?”

You hummed in response, watching him work on the dessert. He enthralled you with anything he did. The careful precision he gave to each flick of his wrist while preparing your order made you swoon. You didn’t realize you had been leaning closer and closer until he turned around, your noses touching.

“Ahem— Apologies. I didn’t notice you were so close.”

“Oh. I-I’m sorry!” You apologized quickly, feeling a familiar burn on your cheeks. “I didn’t notice either…”

That answer seemed to satisfy him for the time being. You grabbed the starfait and began digging in. A satisfied hum escaped your lips — Swatch was always the best at making anything. As a head butler, you supposed it was only natural for him to be good at serving people.

“Uh, Swatch?” You asked hesitantly. His full attention was on you now, and he leaned in closer to hear you better. “Do you, um. Do you-“

“You seem to be under the weather. Your face is all red. Oh dear, should we get Tasque Manager to take a look at you?”

“No!” You shouted, alerting the other monsters who were sitting at the tables. “I mean, no, I’m okay Swatch.”

“But your face, young master—“

You sighed, cutting him off. How were you supposed to confess to someone so clueless?

(* You could kiss him.)

Huh? Was that Kris’s voice?

And…kissing him? You had thought about it many times before, but actually going through with it seemed impossible.

(* Kiss the bird.)

Well, you supposed it wasn’t the worst option in the world. It would only destroy the relationship you and Swatch had if he didn’t reciprocate. Where’s the harm in that?

(* Kiss the bird, you fool.)

You steeled your nerves. It was now or never, really. You reached forward, noting Swatch’s confused expression, grabbed his necktie, and kissed him on the mouth. Hard.

He reeled backwards, squawking. His face was tinted red and his feathers puffed up charmingly. Gosh, even when he was embarrassed he was still handsome. He pressed his glasses up, sputtering. You had never seen him so flustered in your life. Mission accomplished?

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haha, i left you on a cliffhanger kind of. should i write a part two from swatch’s perspective??? ^. ^

[2000sangel]

saw requests open for matchups, and i had to shoot my shot ! <3 i go by damsi, and i am a bilingual korean and english speaker, very short 5'2 (157cm) gal, born in december 22nd,, proud biromantic !!!! i could be described as a wild card in some sense, always unpredictable on all kinds of ways, it always keeps things interesting as some would say, whether i be overly dramatic (laying on tables or roll around the floor, or talking in EXAGGERATED accents to prove a point), or just completely be silent/normal the next moment. to say the very least, keeping people guessing is really fun ^_^. if i like someone platonically/romantically, i make it very obvious that i do, whether it'd be being touchy, or offering to help in even the smallest things, or ... perhaps staring for a bit too long. i like to present myself in a semi-formal fashion in most if not all occasions, ALWAYS monochrome blank tees/blouses and trousers (a sprinkle of blue in my wardrobe if need be), sometimes a black/white bow in my long half-tied hair to complete the look, with dress shoes too! always modest, never show that much skin! oh, and don't forget my round silver-framed glasses, too! certain likes: - fine arts (specifically musical and visual arts, I LOVE GOING TO CONCERTS/ART MUSEUMS!!!) - any kind of aesthetic involving angels/swans (angelcore? balletcore?) - anything strawberry flavored (...strawberry shakes are a must!!) + fruits in general - astrology (bewitching ^_^) hobbies; - drawing DRAWING!!!! i love me just drawing on a sketchbook and coloring with markers/colored pencils..! - playing flute / piano!! i am a music kid ^_^ - taking walks / strolls around.. gotta get my steps in - annotating/journaling dislikes: - two faced people / people you cannot trust secrets with....bruh - 'overly' casual clothing style (im talking t-shirts + shorts + crocs/sandles), it may look good on other people but not for ME - social gatherings... don't really got a type/preference on who i specifically don't want to match with, so go all out!!

Hello Damsi!!

So, while reading this description of yourself, I had two contestants battling in my head over who would finally get to be matched with you. In the end, this is who I chose...

Your match is...

Swatch!

What really sealed it for me is your inclination to enjoy refined things, such as fine arts, elegant aesthetics and classical instruments. Swatch is quite the sophisticated individual, so there is nothing he would like more than to accompany you to a concert or a museum. If you like discussing the things you listen to or see as much as he does, you’re in for a good time! (and a quite chatty date that will probably last until the evening!)

Yes, in fact, he loves taking you to fancy cafes or diners after you’re done with the most important part of the date. It’s quite funny to listen to him ramble about the quality of the places, too, as he’s the owner of the Color Cafe himself. Though he usually has a good review to leave, because of course, you’re there and don’t expect him to not have investigated on the place beforehand- he only aims to take you somewhere you will enjoy.

Swatch considers it an honour to be able to attend your very private flute and piano concerts...on his own, in the comfort of your house! I think that whether you end up living in Queen’s Mansion, Castle Town or in a completely different place, he would make it a point to make sure you get a room dedicated to your instruments, where you can freely play them whenever you’d like. It’s very important to him that you cultivate your hobbies, because to him, you look absolutely ravishing doing it.

Surprisingly, I think your personalities would mash quite well! You can be a bit dramatic, sure, but who isn’t after all? He can be too, if I dare say, even though perhaps he has less noticeable ways of doing it than rolling on the floor...! Either way he appreciates that you’re anything but boring, and interactions between the two of you are always fresh and interesting. You can be quiet and serious when need be anyways, and that’s a plus.

Swatch is also quite the secretive man if you look at it a certain way, so rest assured you will never need to worry about what you tell him...he will never spill your secrets, or whatever comment could leave your mouth about somebody else you don’t really like, or anything of the sort. He of course expects the same from you, as you’re one of the few individuals he trusts enough to open up about himself.

He loves your style, and the way you present yourself and take up space. You two somehow match in appearance even before starting to date, and that’s a good thing! He likes a classy partner. Something he might encourage you to do if you ask him advice on how to enrich your style is add more little touches of color in your wardrobe, he thinks those might catch people’s eyes- something he’s not against, he’s very proud to be dating you, and he’s not the jealous type at all. Also, he finds joy in simple things, like tying the bow you put in your hair. He thinks it’s quite the romantic gesture, and doesn’t want you to struggle with it.

And lastly, you said you love strawberry shakes? He’s got a cafe, that’s the easiest thing to make for him! Ask him anytime, really; or don’t! He will surprise you with a shake first thing in the morning, or when you’re concentrated practicing one of your hobbies in the afternoon or evening, as a little treat. Don’t be afraid to ask him to experiment with the drinks he makes, too; if you love fruit, he’ll come up with special combinations for you!

[eraserbread]

testin out the new lipstick your older boyfriend, nanami, bought u ✧ ୨୧ - based off this fanart by ayushnz

→ afab fem!reader, implied age-gap, pillow talk, teasing, sfw but suggestive

he drops a little shopping bag in front of you, mentioning, "i'm sorry."

"seems like you're always apologizing." you're digging in your gift before he even lets it go, recognizing the high-end makeup branding on the side.

"seems like you're always yelling and calling me an asshole."

"because you are a capitalistic asshole, but I can't blame you." you're gasping like a kid in a candy shop, pulling out a single box of your favorite designer lipstick. the shade marker on the bottom reads 'for the roses', and when you dig it out of its packaging, it swatches on your hand in a deep red. kento watches you over your shoulder.

"thought it'd be flattering on you."

"did you? or did your assistant?"

"give me a break."

you're breathing in the fluster he hides so well whenever he's not around you. now, out of the job, hair loose, and glasses off, he's yours to the core.

"there is a strange lack of mirrors at your place. here, hold it." you're pushing a pocket mirror you keep in your bag into his big hand, turning around in your chair to face him. he's towering, unimpressed when you boss him around, but too polite to tell you no.

so, right now, he'd be your mirror holder. he does want you to wear the lipstick—this'll have to be his sacrifice. he watches you pull the cap off the gold tube, marveling at the luxurious shade of red it holds before posing in the mirror, concentrated as you smear the color on.

he watches—no, marvels at you. the subtle grace, the unwavering beauty. it makes him smile. "I was right... it's stunning."

"mm, you're just tryna get in my pants."

kento tosses his head back in a sigh, pressing the compartment shut. "will you keep this up all night? pretending to be mad at me?"

"if it gets me what i want," you sit back in the plush rolling chair, skirt hiked up, hair mussed, and lips red. his amber eyes burn as they skate over your body. you bite your lip, staining your teeth as you nod. "...mhm."

"brat."

you laugh, leaning forward to catch the hang of his tie. you hate this one—the yellow-dotted one he swore was his favorite—but you love him, and you love the look on his face as you pull him down into a kiss. it's all lips, no tongue, but when ken pulls away, he's red-faced and red-lipped. your lipstick has transferred all over him.

"fuck. you're soooo cute." using that leverage you have on his tie, you pull yourself up. he doesn't even stumble, but he is reaching out to grab your ass. "I wonder how many lipstick stains I can leave all over you."

"one hundred, maximum. though, you'll hardly get to fifty before complaining about lip cramps."

"let's test it out, " you smirk deviously, turning him around in your arms and pushing him into the warm chair. he looks up at you with a gaze only you could read, teasing, telling you don't try anything.

you reach to reapply your lipstick, running a free hand through kento's tossed locks. he catches your wrist, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss. "might not let you get to a hundred."

"challenge accepted." you lean forward, snatching your hand away from him. starting at his face, you're kissing his nose, cheekbone and forehead, lingering over the top of his lip.

then they trail to his jawline, four kisses all smooshed in the area around his ear. he's purring, puffing out laughs when you hit a ticklish spot. you're at his neck, then to his clothed chest staining the blue fabric in waxy red.

and when you're standing up straight, admiring your handiwork, you've got him by the tie. "so fucking sexy."

he chuckles, head tilted to the side so you can see the number you did on his thick neck. "ha, don't be crude."

[em1i2a3]

If you take requests or suggestions, i believe that you would execute a bob reynolds fic with this plot ✨perfectly✨

I literally LOVE all of your bob fics. They’re my comfort reads before i go to bed at night!

Body Paint

Pairing: Bob.Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!

Summary: You are trying to find the best smudge proof lipstick for the upcoming gala that the team needs to attend tomorrow, and you have found the perfect test subject for the swatches.

Warnings: Pure and utter fluff, and there’s quite a bit of sexual tension. The reader and Bob both have feelings for each other and they’re both well aware of the mutual interest (secretly of course), she takes this as an opportunity to tease.

Author’s Note: I loved this request so much and I immediately started writing it because I was so excited to give it a go! So So Fun! Thank you for the submission! :) (also credit to the artist who made the drawing too because it’s fantastic)

Word Count: 3,362

You gave every drug store lipstick display a run for its money with the collection you had laid out across the bathroom sink. An entire rainbow of tubes was scattered in a controlled type of chaos–organized first by shade, then grouped meticulously by brand. Reds on the left, mauves and berries in the middle, and neutrals off to the right like a little modest army. You had even gone so far as to lay a folded white towel beneath the lineup like a staging mat, saving yourself from scrubbing stains off the marble countertop. The air smelled faintly of your makeup remover wipes–sweet and sterile–and your forearm was streaked with half-dried swatches, but it just wasn’t good enough.

This was all in the name of finding the lipstick. The one that not only matched the dress you were wearing to the PR gala tomorrow, but one that was also smudge-proof. You didn’t want feathering, or fading, and you certainly didn’t want it transferring onto napkins, glasses or people.

You wanted security.

You knew you should’ve started this task earlier in the week, but between back-to-back recon debriefs, endless intel meetings, and mediating three separate team arguments that nearly ended in Walker and Yelena actually strangling each other, the lipstick trials had fallen to the bottom of your to-do list.

Now there was less than twenty-four hours to go, and you were elbows-deep in swatches and stress.

You capped one more tube with a dissatisfied sigh and reached for the next–

Only to pause at the sound of a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“Y-Y/N?” Came Bob’s voice–muffled, hesitant and laced with that familiar nervous warmth. “I-I need to come in and get my brush. I forgot it after my s-shower…” You froze, mid-reach, one hand hovering over a berry toned satin finish tube. Your lips curled into a slow smile.

Perfect timing. For you, anyway. For Bob? That remained to be seen. You crossed the small tiled room in a few barefoot steps and swung the door open with a grin.

“Excellent! You’re just who I need.” Bob blinked at you like a deer caught in LED headlights. His shirt–black, baggy, and soft–was damp around the collar, clinging to his skin and chest in a way that made it impossible not to look. His light brown hair curled at in little waves at the ends, still damp from his shower that was still kissing the walls, and the navy sweatpants sitting low on his hips were hugging him far too well for a man who clearly didn’t see himself in the way you were seeing him in.

”…Wh-What?” He asked, brows furrowed, gaze daring from your eyes to the mess of tubes on the counter.

“Come in,” You said smoothly, reaching out and tugging him gently by the wrist, guiding him over the threshold with ease, “Sit on the toilet lid, and hurry up with the hair brushing…I need a test subject.” He obeyed-but only in the way someone might follow a siren calling them to certain doom. He moved like he wasn’t sure if he’d stepped into a trap or a daydream.

”L-Last time I heard the words ‘test s-subject’ I ended up getting injected with a sun god…” He mumbled, grabbing the brush from the hanging organizer on the shower door. You laughed, warm and low at the comment.

“Relax. I’m not injecting you with anything. You’re perfectly safe with me.” Bob sat down slowly, brush limp in his hand as his gaze swept across the counter again, scanning over the contents that you had lined up with such care.

”S-So what is all of t-this?” You turned slightly towards him, unscrewing a velvet-matte red as you spoke.

“I’m trying to find the perfect lipstick for the gala tomorrow,” You said matter-of-factly, swiping the colour gently across your bottom lip, “It has to match my dress and it has to be smudge-proof.”

Bob tilted his head, watching your quick movements intently, “Smudge-proof?”

“Yes. I don’t want to be constantly running to the bathroom to check for fading or fix transfer stains. I want to actually enjoy the night. Have a drink. Maybe dance. You know…Breathe.” He gave a thoughtful little nod, bringing the brush through his damp hair.

”D-Didn’t really think about that, a-actually…” You turned away from your reflection to look at him, a coy smile peeling onto your lips.

“Most guys don’t.” But Bob wasn’t most guys of course, and as expected, a beat later he added to the conversation again…

”…W-Wait…Why does it have to be completely smudge-proof though? I mean if you’re just–“ You shrugged, letting your gaze flick toward the mirror, while your lips pressed together, transferring the color over to the bare one above.

”You never know,” You said casually, “I might be planning on kissing someone.” Bob froze like someone had yanked all the oxygen out of the room. His cheeks–already pink from the post-shower warmth–turned a deeper, rosier red in seconds. It bloomed across his cheekbones, dusting the tips of his ears, and spread like a sunburn. His mouth opened slightly like he meant to say something, but all he managed to get out was:

”O-Oh…” He choked, swallowing the lump of nerves in his throat. The brush in his hand was still mid-motion through his damp locks, but it had stopped moving entirely. You smiled at him.

”Alright,” You started, twisting the lipstick down and putting the cap back on with a soft click, “First one. You ready?” He nodded slowly, like he couldn’t trust his voice. His eyes tracked you as you stepped forward–deliberate and unhurried–until you were standing directly between his legs.

His brush lowered slightly, and then the wave of your scent hit his nose.

Your perfume was warm, and sweet, with a hint of plum riding off of the tail end of each inhale he took. Beneath the main notes there was something tropical–maybe coconut from your makeup remover, or the vanilla-tinged balms you always wore when your lips were bare.

But now your lips weren’t bare at all. They were red, and bold, and smooth, just like fresh velvet. He looked up slowly, through his lashes, and found you were already staring down at him. You tilted your head, smiling, the curve of your mouth smug in a way that made something tighten in his chest.

You didn’t say anything as you reached forward–fingers brushing gently along the side of his jaw, your thumb just beneath the hinge of it. He let you tilt his head more toward you like he was made of clay and you were the ceramicist.

He dropped the brush into his lap, forgetting about it completely.

Your face hovered near his and he could feel his breath hitch audibly. You leaned in slow enough that he swore he could hear his own heartbeat ringing through the room.

Then your lips pressed to his cheek.

Warm, firm and lingering. It wasn’t a quick peck either. Not an innocent brush. It was a kiss.

You lingered just long enough for him to feel the curve of your mouth, and the faint stick of product with the pressure of intention behind it. He could smell the stain now–berries and heat, sharp pigment and your sweet breath that had a faint scent of strawberries from the gum you chewed on. If he was a sailor and you were the siren…He would be dead at sea.

When you pulled away, he swore the room was spinning a little. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the mark you had left just above the apple of his cheek. A bright, undeniable red, plastered on his pale tone.

“Hmm,” You said thoughtfully, “Definitely transferred.” Bob sat in stunned silence, skin still tingling from where your mouth had been–he didn’t know whether it was because he was allergic to the ingredients or because it was just him buzzing from all the adrenaline, though he would find out in due time. You dabbed at your own lips with a tissue saturated in make-up remover, wiping the colour clean.

“Not a keeper,” You mumbled, “It’s a shame–it was a really good match.” He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t find words, nor could he find a way to breathe. He didn’t even know how he was still alive at this point, all he knew was he saw you reach out again.

You selected the next shade carefully.

A sultry plum–deep, and elegant, with just enough bite to stand out. You rolled the colour across your lips in smooth, practiced strokes, then blotted once on a folded tissue before turning back to him.

Bob still hadn’t moved an inch. He was still sitting frozen on the seat, brush limp in his lap, his shimmering blue eyes flickering between your mouth and the floor. The cheek you had kissed was flushed a bit deeper now.

“Test two,” You announced gently, stepping into his space again, until the hem of your t-shirt brushed against his thigh and he had nowhere left to look that wouldn’t betray him in some way. Your hand came up to his jaw again–just two fingers this time, soft and easy, tilting his face the opposite way.

His lashes fluttered under the feeling of your breath brushing over them as you kissed him again. This time it was just below his temple, closer to the hinge of his jaw–closer to where his pulse was throbbing faintly beneath his skin. You pressed a little firmer this time, letting your breath fan against his ear.

Bob inhaled a quiet breath through his nose, attempting to keep himself calm, but in reality he was gripping the fabric of his sweatpants between his fingers like it was the only thing holding him back from collapsing. When you pulled away, you didn’t look at him, you just kept your focus on the mark.

”…Transferred,” You murmured, brushing your thumb lightly over the stain–making sure it was more of a caress than a swipe. You didn’t move back this time, you just grabbed another makeup wipe and removed the color before reaching for another.

It was a dusty rose this time, it was softer, and much more muted than any of the other colors he had seen you in.

Once you had applied it, you leaned in–closer now–and kissed the slope of his cheekbone, just beneath the curve of his eye. Your lips barely grazed the skin there–it was as if you did it to see if he would flinch or move.

Bob’s jaw tensed under your touch, and you were hyper aware of his breath hitting your skin in short, warm bursts, his chest lifting against you. He hadn’t said a word–but his hands had now left his lap and were gripping the edge of the counter, white-knuckled in anticipation.

You reached for the next tube–something far more delicate than the dusty rose before it. A pink so faint it was almost nothing at all. A whisper of colour. You applied it, blotted it, then turned again. Bob had somehow managed to get a handle on his breathing in the moments you were applying the next colour, but it was too controlled. You could practically feel the storm building beneath his skin, golden and humming, and desperate to stay still.

Your thighs brushed the inside of his knees as you tilted his head up to yours again, looking at the way his skin was flushed and warm, beneath the shades of pinks and reds…A gradient of restraint. You leaned in, and this time your kiss landed just beside the corner of his mouth, not touching it, but close enough to tease.

Bob made a sound. It was barely audible. A sof, helpless little nnnnh in the back of his throat–like a gasp that had gotten stuck on the way out. You didn’t say anything. You only bit back a knowing smile, and pretended not to hear it. You just wiped your lips again and moved on to the next shade–a creamy nude gloss, with just a hint of peach.

You came back in and kissed beneath his jaw, where the stubble was soft and patchy and tender. The spot made him twitch, his throat working under the weight of the kiss, like he was trying to swallow air.

His breathing changed then and became heavier and shallower.

And when you came close to him again, in a different shade–this time pressing your lips right onto his Adam’s apple–Bob’s head tipped back instinctively.

Like he was offering himself up to you–surrendering himself completely.

You continued to kiss him, moving progressively lower, marking him up with various shades. Then suddenly you found yourself at the hollow of his throat, just between the lines of his collarbones. His chest was rising faster now, with flush traveling beneath his shirt, like it was echoing the trail your mouth had carved against his skin.

You pulled back slowly, lips hovering about the damp collar of his shirt, bringing your hand up to brush over the fabric.

”Oops…” You murmured softly, putting on a teasing tone beneath your words, “I think I’m running out of room.” Bob looked down at you with eyes that were no longer blue. You hadn’t even noticed he had his eyes closed tightly for the majority of this until now.

There was gold flickering at the edges. Sentry was just barely cresting the surface–quiet, curious, and turned-on by the proximity. He was enamoured by what was happening, and Bob was allowing him to watch through his eyes because he was too focused on trying to keep himself together. The air around Bob was shimmering faintly, vibrating with tension like he was lighting up the room.

The sensation of your lips had done this…You had done this, and you were proud of it.

Your nails dragged gently down the front of his shirt, tracing a circle around the fabric.

”I think you may need to take this off…To give me more space of course.” You whispered, watching as his brain seemed to short-circuit. His eyes were still half-lidded, heavy with heat and something distant and flickering gold. But when they opened fully they met yours with the softest, most terrified kind of care, glancing down at your mouth just as your bottom lip slipped between your teeth…And that’s what did it for him. That was the punch of encouragement to the gut.

He gave you a small nod, then reached for the hem of his shirt. His hands trembled slightly from the kind of overstimulated shyness that lived just under the surface of his flesh, in the space between ‘I want this’ and ‘I don’t know what to do with all of it.’ He peeled the black shirt up slowly, exposing inch after inch of pale skin, dusted with freckles and pure heat. There were a few scars here and there. A mole right near the dip of his sternum. A faint sheen of sweat that bloomed across his chest and shoulders from the heat in the room–or from the heat of your lips…Possibly both.

The fabric came over his head, messing up his semi-brushed hair in the process, and he folded it carefully in his lap like he was going to get up to put it on display or something. You let yourself stare.

At the freckles on his collarbones, the ones on his biceps. The soft stretch marks that feathered under his arms and the little curve of his ribs as they flared gently with each nervous breath he took. You wanted to map everything with your mouth.

So you did.

You leaned in again, with a fresh colour on your lips–deep pink this time, and kissed just beneath his collarbone, then a little to the right, then down the slope of his chest–right over where his heart was pulsating beneath its shield of flesh.

Bob made a quiet sound, something soft and strangled that never made it fully out of his throat. His hands were still in his lap, his thumbs gripping the hem of the shirt like it was the only thing keeping him from grabbing yours. Every part of him was vibrating–his jaw clenched, chest rising, shoulders tense–and still he let you do it, staying perfectly still.

You changed shades, kissing higher, then lower.

A sheer gloss that glimmered under the light as you kissed just below the curve of his pec. A matte brick red as you moved toward the center of his chest. Then you put on something soft again, something nude and barely there, as you pressed your hands against his thighs for a bit of leverage while your lips found the inside slope of his ribcage. You could’ve sworn you felt his knees buckle under your hands.

By the time you reached the underside of his pectoral muscle, you heard the faintest breath catch in his lungs, like he couldn’t even take full breaths anymore. And then you kissed just above it.

One final, perfect kiss.

You pressed your lips down and held them there–longer, slower, firmer–fighting back the urge to mark the skin with something that wasn’t lipstick. You felt the flutter of his pulse beneath it. And when you finally pulled away, you let your lips ghost against him, your eyes trailing down to where you had kissed.

“Ooooh. This one’s good…I think we found it. No transfer!” You announced, looking up at Bob, seeing the ruined look plastered on his face.

His eyes were heavy, shot through with blue and gold. His mouth parted. His skin was flushed a deep red and marked in soft lip stains, all across his chest, neck, jaw, and face. The air shimmered around him like static clinging to the atmosphere, and he was breathless. He let out a sigh.

”P-Perfect,” He whimpered, so dazed his words barely had shape to them. His body shifted, like he was meaning to stand–maybe to retreat, maybe to run cold water over his steaming body, maybe just to breathe–

But you didn’t let him.

Before he could even try to get up, you surged forward and kissed him on the lips. Hungry, wet, and deep. You kissed him like it was the conclusion to a story you had been telling in colour across his skin. Bob let out a muffled, desperate little moan into your mouth, as his hands found your waist, then your back, then your hips–grabbing, pulling, and holding. He crushed you to him, allowing all his restraint to unravel all at once, letting what little control he had slip through his fingers.

You kissed him like you had wanted to from the very start. Like all the kisses around his whole body led to this one final one–this overwhelming, messy, and utterly perfect one.

He kissed you back with awe. With the kind of pressure that said ‘thank you, please don’t stop, I’ve been waiting.’

You pulled back just enough to breathe–barely. Your foreheads bumped, and the air between you was heat, electricity, and trembling silence.

Bob’s lips were swollen now. Kiss-bitten, and wet. But when you looked…

The colour on your lips hadn’t transferred onto his. You smirked, and reached up, gently swiping the faintest trail of spit off his swollen bottom lip with your thumb, tilting your head to the side.

”Fantastic,” You whispered, leaning forward just a bit, “It’s definitely kiss-proof.”