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cherié’s kiss: took a while cz i just got back from the bahamas with my family. enjoy my lovesss ♡

everyone at basgiath has heard xaden riorson almost laugh. a low huff through his nose.

you, however, take it as a personal challenge.

armed with terrible jokes, dramatic reenactments of your professors, and an alarming willingness to embarrass yourself in public, you spend weeks trying to crack the iron composure of the most intimidating rider in navarre. you earn eye rolls. mutters of “ridiculous.” the occasional reluctant smirk.

because beneath the shadows, sharp wit, and permanently stormy expression, you’re certain you could do it.

content: fluff with a smidge of smut

wc: 374

you and dick have been dating for over a year now. and during that period of time he's always seen you with your hair straightened and never wore out naturally. you didn't necessarily hate your curls, they're just… too hard to maintain for a busy person like you.

he's only seen photos of you wearing your curls from back then, but never in your relationship. so one lazy night where he isn't patrolling the streets of blüdhaven and during your nightly shower he brings it up, “hey, baby.. why have you never worn your curls out?” “ugh, it's just not easy enough to maintain. styling it has a lot of steps that i don't really have time to do.” you say without looking up from the sink. “we can do it now.. i mean, i can help you if you want.” you raise an eyebrow before saying, “are you sure? i have the products to an actual curl routine so…” he nods, “yeah, i'm totally down.”

the two of you make your way to the bathtub. he starts off by first wetting your hair with the shower head and slowly putting in the shampoo and running it through your hair. by the time you have the conditioner of your hair you've started making out… “so pretty, sweetheart.” he gives you one more kiss to your forehead before he rinsed the conditioner off.

the whole routine was finished but by then he's already got you bent over gripping the front of the tub as he clutched your hips to meet his. deep, long, hard strokes that coaxed tons of groans from you. you would've never thought he'd like your natural hair this much. one hand left your hip to travel to your cunt, he rubbed, pulled, slapped your poor clit so much that you didn't even last ten minutes after he did that.

how do we feel abt this? pls comment if u want me to post it normally ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

cherié’s kiss: took a while cz i just got back from the bahamas with my family. enjoy my lovesss ♡

everyone at basgiath has heard xaden riorson almost laugh. a low huff through his nose.

you, however, take it as a personal challenge.

armed with terrible jokes, dramatic reenactments of your professors, and an alarming willingness to embarrass yourself in public, you spend weeks trying to crack the iron composure of the most intimidating rider in navarre. you earn eye rolls. mutters of “ridiculous.” the occasional reluctant smirk.

because beneath the shadows, sharp wit, and permanently stormy expression, you’re certain you could do it.