Small, nonsexual intimate moments were fluttering, to say the least.
Before he left for work he'd walk over to you, so you could fix his tie. He might pretend to not know how to knot his tie himself, just because he wants you to do it for him.
A routine, almost. And you didn't mind, considering the kisses you'd get as payment.
He'd either lay one hand on your right cheek, softy caressing it, while giving you a peek on the forehead no second after, or maybe he'd wrap you into his arms, placing kisses on your hair, while enjoying the few seconds of affection left—before the two of you have to leave.
It would varriate—but either way, you didn't mind.
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♡ warnings: some cursing, reader gets held hostage, bad comma settings- will be overworked sometime again.
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You were fascinated by the villains.
This might be because you weren't one. you were quite the opposite.
You just couldn't bring yourself to understand what made them do that. Yet, you were aware that nobody does things like that without a reason.
There's a reason for everything, you thought. some people's reason is their mental illness. Some might have experienced a bad childhood. And some might experience so much hatred against the world, that they can't help, but want to destroy it.
As much as you couldn't figure out their reasons, you were curious what their stories were. What happened to those villains everyone feared? Who were they before it happened?
You couldn't help the nosy feeling growing in you.
Maybe you were just in the right place to find out.
Former questions have been running through your mind for the past few hours. Or at least that's what you thought how much time had passed since you were tied to the chair you were currently sitting on.
You were barely able to recall anything. Everything you knew at the moment, was that you were sitting on a chair, placed in a boringly bland-looking room.
The wallpaper was already coming off the wall. There was barely anything to look at. Another chair was placed close to the door, you were probably dragged through. A few letters with the caption 'wanted', written in capital letters, were lying on the floor, already soaking wet.
There was a small window on the opposite side of the door. not a window you'd be able to look through tho. More like those windows, you'd find in a bathroom or a basement.
Your curiosity grew. What might they want? Were they holding you hostage or were they wanting something you had?
It probably wasn't the latter. You couldn't think of anything they could want of you. You were rather average, although you were a good hero.
More time passed before somebody finally opened the door.
You were able to tell that it was dabi. or Touya Todoroki, however, nobody called him that, so Dabi it was.
"Crusty told me to explain stuff to you and if you behave, you can leave this room," he explained, sitting down onto the other chair.
"First of all, it's not you whom we want," confirming your hypothesis, he kept talking. "But we still need you to stay here with us. You'll be free to go, after we succeed, providing you behave."
"Hypothetically, what happens if I don't behave the way you expect me to?" You questioned. He grinned, "I suppose, Crusty wouldn't like that." Seeing the confusion written over your face, he continued, "you'd probably get killed."
His words couldn't have been any clearer. Yet, another question popped up. You didn't quite understand the name he was referring to.
"May I ask," looking back up at you, he wore an expecting expression, "who is 'Crusty'?" He chuckled.
"Ever heard of Shigaraki, Doll?" Oh. So that was whose custody you were in. Now that you came to think of it, you were familiar with the fact that Dabi seemed to have joined the league of villains.
"Yes, I have." He was grinning, still. Seemingly all of this was amusing to him.
"Any more questions?" Yes, you actually did have one. But you were almost fully positive, that he wouldn't answer it honestly yet. None of them would. not until they trusted you at least a little.
You shook your head, telling him no. Walking up to you, he kneeled down a bit and removed the rope. He probably expected you to behave, knowing that shigaraki would kill you if you didn't.
You told him thank you, bringing your hand to your wrist, trying to smooth the pain that the rope caused. Watching movies is one thing, but feeling like you were in one was another.
It would be much less stressful if there was a camera crew, telling you you were keeping up great though.
Walking behind Dabi, you left the room that you stayed in for God knows how long. Probably barely half a day.
The next room you could see was rather big. It was a bar, to be accurate. A girl was sitting on one of the chairs, giggling over something. Another person was standing in front of her, looking like a barkeeper. He wasn't looking at her anymore, his attention slid to the two of you, now entering the room.
"Chill, she'll behave," Dabi announced, seeing the look the barkeeper gave him. "So, over there we have Mr. Compress, and that's-" not being able to introduce the girl, she quickly turned around and did it herself. "Hello! I'm Toga!" she told you, joyfully. "Woah, you're pretty," gazing at you, she laid her head in her hands.
You decided to sit next to her and wait for what was going to happen next. Dabi sat down next to you, asking the man you now knew to be Mr. Compress, for a drink.
"You want a shot, too?" Already waiting for his seconds, he asks, awaiting your answer.
Practically you didn't know how long you'd stay here. Neither did you know if you were going to leave this place. And who knows, maybe drinking with them gave you sympathy points.
Nodding quickly, he lost no time, filling in your glass.
Shortly after, you could hear somebody yelling from the room behind. You jumped a little from surprise, feeling the rose that formed in your palm. Looking at Dabi, he chuckled, "seems like crusty ain't having a good time," he spoke, amused.
"If you'd excuse me," Mr. compress said, before quickly leaving the room, making his way into the other. Some talking was heard, yet it was nothing you were able to understand from that distance.
A while passed until he came back, followed by Shigaraki.
Shigaraki looked at you for a moment, skeptically. Scratching the back of his neck, he was handed something by Mr. Compress before he left into the room, which probably was his, again.
The night arrived and you were left with the question of where you should go now. Dabi and Toga already made their way out, but you would be surprised, if they'd let you out, too.
It'd probably be ridiculous to ask, so you choose not to.
Instead, you waited at the bar, for somebody who might tell you what to do next.
And indeed, somebody came. It was Mr. Compress, again.
"I apologize for what I am to say next, but we don't usually have any 'guests'," you didn't like where this was heading. "And we don't want you to leave yet. I'm sure, I don't have to tell you why that is. So, for now, you'll stay in Shigaraki's room. At least for the night," your feeling didn't trick you. You did not like where this was heading, but you weren't left with much choice either.
"I understand." following him, you were walking towards the room, which indeed happened to be Shigaraki's.
Shigaraki was sitting on the floor, gaming. You didn't mind. you were relieved to see he was just gaming and not doing anything that would make you fear him.
It's ironic, isn't it? People fearing people. But so it just happens to be.
His story might be the one you were the most curious about.
He didn't look up, he probably was expecting you already. "I'll leave them here now. Goodnight." he left. Leaving you in the doorframe of Tomura Shigaraki's room.
"The fuck are you waiting for?" He hissed. He was probably bothered by the light, shining into his room, you thought. How often did he leave his room?
As on cue, you closed the door behind you, standing in his room, not knowing what to do. There was a bed, a desk, which he was sitting at, a tv, and lots of laundry on the floor.
"Just sit down on my bed or something." And so you did. You were afraid of angering him since it's known he didn't have much patience.
"You can just go to sleep, I probably won't sleep either way." He didn't look at you while talking. His eyes were fixated on the screen ahead of him. Doing as he said, you tried to lay down. You couldn't think about falling asleep though.
The sound of the keys didn't bother you too much. Instead, you were hoping for him to say something. It didn't even have to be addressed to you, you just wanted to know what was going through his head.
You didn't know for how long you laid awake on his bed, but there was nothing said. The only thing you could hear was either his keyboard, or him scratching the back of his neck.
He seemed to do this a lot. Especially when he was nervous, annoyed, bothered, or worried about something.
Days passed and Shigaraki's mood seemed to drop more. He seemed to realize, that he couldn't catch a cat using a fish. Or how it really was; he couldn't use you to get whatever he wanted. It was probably somebody who was more known than you were.
You sat at the bar again, Dabi placed next to you. You grew curious. Wanting to know what they were holding you hostage for, you decided to finally ask.
Dabi hesitated before telling you. "He wants Bakugo." Wow. You were once again right. They wouldn't get Bakugo, using you.
You would lie if you said that you didn't find yourself feeling more comfortable with the villains by now.
You could sometimes feel Shigaraki's presence on the bed, next to you. Well, on the nights he decided to sleep at least.
When bedtime arrived, you decided that you wanted to talk to Shigaraki for a bit. You never really got the chance to hold a proper conversation with him, but honestly, you wanted to talk to him some more.
"You know," you laid back down into his bed like you did for the past few days, "you're not a bad guy. You're actually quite decent." The clicking sounds stopped. Was he shocked that you said that?
He turned his chair and you could feel his eyes on you. This time, however, you looked back.
And that was the night, the two of you finally talked. He told you a bit about his past, even. And you grew to understand how people change from kids, into individual adults.
You could tell that he didn't tell you much. The known outlines you'd probably find on the internet if you looked for them.
Knowing, that Dabi probably was at the bar again, you decided to let Shigaraki have some alone time. Or at least, that was what you were planning to do.
Just as you were about to leave, you could hear him start talking again. "Stay." Turning around, you saw Shigaraki, looking at you, uncertain for once.
"I don't want to be alone tonight." He might regret what he just told you, but he knew that there was no going back now. You smiled at him, understanding. you nodded and returned to the bed.
You noticed that shigaraki was wearing some kind of gloves. They weren't covering every finger, but they seemed to work, looking at his monitor. You wondered what would happen if he wore gloves, that cover every finger. they would doubtlessly decay.
Laying back down, you noticed Shigaraki's hesitating movements. He finally decided to lay down, too. This time, however, you could almost hear his thoughts. The thoughts, he didn't dare to voice.
You knew, you probably shouldn't. But you found a liking in him. Romantically, almost. You liked all the villains, some more than others. Yet you liked Shigaraki the most. Maybe that was because you shared a room with him. Knowing, that this was a somewhat intimate situation.
"You know you can touch me, right?" You assured him, thinking that it probably was what he was considering.
Some people would think of Shigaraki as childish. In some eyes, he might be a terrible villain. Not as in very cruel, well, that probably too. But as in chaotic. Angered whenever he fails. But aren't all of us.. at least bothered whenever we fail? Is there a reason why we don't want to fail? Certainly, not everyone needs a reason to avoid failure.
He didn't answer. Instead, he carefully placed his arm over your waist, slowly pulling closer to you. He probably didn't cuddle nor hug anyone for a very long time.
You placed your hand over his, caressing his knuckles. "Goodnight, Shigaraki." No answer.
"Could you call me Tomura whenever we're alone?" He asked, his voice low. Maybe he was hoping you didn't hear him? Or he was glad if you did, but wouldn't be bothered if you didn't, either.
"Goodnight, Tomura." You corrected. Although you couldn't see it, you could feel him smile. "Goodnight."
The next day was everything but mild. Everyone was stressed.
As you expected, the heroes didn't even waste a thought on leaving Bakugo to the villains.
But as you expected, too, they weren't going to leave you behind either. At this point, however, you kind of wished they would.
Somehow, it felt pathetic to you, that they'd save everyone. Not because you thought that people didn't deserve to be saved. Not at all. But because you thought that maybe, yeah, just maybe, they were saving everyone for their reputation.
You knew you shouldn't think that, but it might be like that. And if it was true, then what on earth made them think villains didn't deserve savior? Maybe they weren't in need for the same kind of savior, but surely, they deserved to be saved, too.
You didn't want to leave. And you weren't going to.
And maybe the reason for this was because you fell in love with a villain.
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Ushijima never thought that he'd be one to make something other than volleyball his priority. Sure, he wanted to have a wife and kids someday, but having somebody by his side already came as a suprise to him.
He thought that a relationship might come with too many responsibilities, considering that he was a pro volleyball player.
At first, he was sceptical about starting a relationship this early. However, with wingman Tendou talking him into it, he decided to give it a try.
And here he was, holding your hand while walking down the aisle, getting everything the two of you needed. He held the shopping basket, while you were looking down onto the shopping list the two of you wrote, before leaving for the grocery store.
He adored how small you looked next to him. Sometimes, he'd catch himself staring- he just couldn't get enough of that sight.
Although Ushijima thought a relationship would weigh him down, it was actually the opposite. After meeting you, he realized that it felt more like a reward.
Maybe it would make a weird example to say that you were his charger. Whenever he came to your place after a match, or a stressful week in general, he'd find himself feeling relaxed and relieved whenever he spend time with you.
And this was a feeling he'd never want to lose.
Of course, he noticed that a relationship, indeed, came with responsibilities. In the end, it's still a bound between people. But it came with responsibilities, he was more than willing to take.
Insisting to pay, since it was mostly his stuff, he took out his wallet. For a brief moment he looked at the picture of you, which he had in his wallet. It was one of his favorite pictures. The picture was taken by Tendou. You were cheering Ushijima on, not noticing Tendou taking a picture of you.
It was taken slightly from the behind. The back of your head was visible, as well as the left side of your face. You wore a huge smile, mouth wide open. You looked so joyfull, it never failed to make him smile. Neither did it this time.
After paying, the two of you walked out of the store. Ushijima was holding the bag in one hand, holding the other towards you, so you'd take his hand into yours again.
Can you do a dabi x fem reader on her period? And it's just a really soft drabble yk? THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME 🐸❤️
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♡ feat: dabi
♡ genre: fluff
dabi would probably tease you at times.
yet, he would only tease you whenever you aren't feeling too bad. means, when you aren't having cramps, or moodswings.
although he wouldn't always know what to do, he tries. he really tries to be a help, doing whatever he thinks might be helpful.
you woke up, feeling rather bad. you already tell that you'd get your period soon, the day before. leaving the bed without looking onto the sheets, already knowing that they're probably covered in blood stains, you made your way into the kitchen.
honestly, you were fine with any food at that moment, which was why you picked something random, and left it at the table to eat it when you came back from the bathroom.
after cleaning yourself up a little, you got your food and sat down in the living room, wondering where dabi might be at that very moment.
not long after, you could hear somebody, supposingly dabi, walking from the bedroom into the bathroom, before coming into the living room to you.
"how are you feeling, doll?" he asked while sitting down next to you, eyeing you from the side. at that moment you were feeling quite decent. for now, the cramps weren't as strong as long as you referred from moving.
telling him you felt fine, he nodded at you before going out to get some things.
time passed, and you started to feel worse. your cramps grew more intense, and you began to feel somehow gross.
the door was unlocked, and you could hear dabi entering your shared appartement. you would be relieved, if you weren't feeling like this at the moment.
a while passed and dabi noticed you weren't leaving the bathroom. carefully knocking on the door, he asked you if you were fine once more. since you didn't answer, he assumed that you felt worse.
deciding, to prepare a heating-bottle for you, since he had heard that it might help, he made his way up to the bedroom, getting a empty heating-bottle, and filled it up in the kitchen.
after you came out of the bathroom, a little later, he gave you the bottle, and gently pulled you by your waist to the couch.
cuddling the heating-bottle while laying on dabi's chest seemed to slowly reduce the pain. one of dabi's hands drew circles onto your thigh, while the other one laid on your back, strocking over it whenever he placed a kiss onto your head.
later that day, when you made your way to the bedroom, already knowing that you'd probably have to change the sheets and get a towel before going to sleep, you were suprised to see that the sheets were clean.
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thinking about tendō having an affinity for (long) car-rides. listening to long-forgotten songs from the past with you, while singing the lyrics like there's no tomorrow—no matter how awful the singing may sound. he'd smile from ear to ear whenever he got the chance to spend that kind of evening with you.
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Your eyes were starting to feel heavier and heavier with every minute passing. You have been working on your essay for—who knows how long and you were more than certain that it was beyond past midnight.
You were so tired and exhausted, in fact, that you didn't notice the head that seemingly appeared in the moment you noticed it, or so you thought. Tendō looked at your monitor, curiousity filling his eyes. Then he looked at you, questioningly.
However, you passed the point where you'd understand what he was asking you about 3 hours ago.
Tendō let out a sigh, frowning slightly. "It's time to sleep, y'know?" now looking at the monitor, disapprovingly. "You have been giving that thing enough attention. It's time for you to let me give you the affection you need."
His gaze turned back to you, now carefully smiling he tapped your nose before moving his hand behind your back so you'd get up from your (not so comfortable) seat and go to bed. Which, after short denying, you did. Yes, your essay was not finished yet, however, you surely were.
Truth is, Tendō was at a point where he could not bring himself to fall asleep unless he felt you next to him. In his embrace, at best.
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hi hi hi! i um i really like your writing but i'm shy so i'm on anon i hope that is okay! um so if your requests are open could i request aone bokuto daichi and asahi (or at least aone if that is too much i'm sorry!) finding their girlfriend cornered by her ex and how he would get her out of the situation? sorry if i did something wrong but thank you in advance if you write it!!!!!!
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❥ AONE and you were on a date. It was a lovely day you had spend with your boyfriend. You were standing in front of the café you both just exited before Aone had to walk right back in since he accidentally left his keys in there. Waiting for him, you were mindlessly looking at your phone, not paying much attention to your surroundings. That was until you were approached by a not so welcomed person. Your ex and you didn't necessarily awkwardly part ways, however, you thought the line you pulled had been clear enough for him to accept. Apparently not. Feeling his hand touch your shoulder leaving you with an icky feeling spreading inside your body. Surely there was a time you enjoyed his touch- whatsoever that time passed. Your body stiffened, and you were more than glad to see Aone rushing out of the building. Carefully shoving his hand away, Aone stepped beside you, making clear that the two of you belonged together. With widening eyes, your past boyfriend let both his hands position themselves in front of his chest, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you've moved on," he said, before leaving just as quickly as he arrived. "Thank you," in response, Aone lightly gave your hand two squeezed. That meant either 'thank you', or 'you're welcome'- depending on the situation.
❥ ASAHI The both of you were walking around the town, keeping your way away from crowded places. However, the unexpected comes often, and so you were met with your ex-partner. You didn't feel like talking to him. You were happy, having Asahi by your side. You finally got to be happy, so why would you want to talk to somebody who belongs to your past, not your present, for a reason? As obvious as you were, it got ignored. Shamelessly, he walked up to you, already wearing an unpleasant grin. "Why- hello there," you could feel Asahi tense up next to you. No wonder, considering that he was being completely overlooked. Aiming for your hand, he took it into his and gently pulled you with him, quietly announcing that the two of you had to be somewhere, leaving your ex-partner too stunned to say any more. Whispering a thank you, you could see Asahi softly smile at you. "That was scary."
❥ DAICHI and you had been walking around the city for a while now before he excused himself to the restroom. Waiting for him, you looked at your new plushy, smiling. "Is that a penguin?" immediately recognizing the voice, you slowly looked up, being met with your past boyfriend. "Yes, it is," you replied, as much as you didn't want to talk to him- you felt the need to stay polite. Still, you couldn't stop hoping that Daichi would come back quickly. "Looks cute," what kind of conversation was this? God, this was getting awkward. "Thank you." Holding back a relieved sigh, as you heard the door behind you open, leaving Daichi stand beside you- analyzing the situation. "And you are?" his question obviously directed to the guy, who just arrived. His expression barely revealed anything. "Oh, I'm sorry. Nobody important, goodbye." "That's what I thought," Daichi mumbled, now turning to you. "Are you alright?" looking at you, worrying about your well-being, he placed both his hands on each side of your waist, drawing soothing circles with his fingers. You quickly nodded, which made him smile at you, nodding, too.
❥ BOKUTO you decided to pick Bokuto up after his practice, adoring how excited he always got. This time was no exception, seeing him practically jogging over to you, joy all over his face. "'missed you," he pouted, pulling you into his embrace. "I think Akaashi is mad at me," you chuckled, seeing Akaashi walking towards you, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm not mad at you, Bokuto-san. However, the coach is asking for you, so please," Akaashi explained calmly, pointing his hand in the direction of the gym. Bokuto made a sound of displeasure, before telling you to wait, and that he'd be back in no time. Giving him a thumb up, you watched your boyfriend and his best friend walk back into the gym. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned around, looking for the source of it. Seeing your ex-boyfriend wasn't exactly what you were expecting, nor who you were hoping for. "Oh.. Hello." Your voice didn't sound convincing. Yet he didn't seem to bother. "So, have you heard about the dance coming up?" he asked. Your leg grew unsteady, as you unconsciously started tapping your foot against the ground. "I have." For you, this conversation was over. For him, it just started. Seeing his eyes travel behind you, you were praying it was Bokuto. This time, he was actually jogging to you. "'m back," he announced, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on top of yours. "We have audience?" You couldn't tell if it was a question or not. Registering it as a Who-Are-You question, your 'audience' stated to be an old friend of yours, which made Bokuto frown in confusion and disbelief. Gathering a look at Bokuto's arms made him gulp, looking for an excuse to leave. When he finally did, Bokuto showered you with kisses, letting his excitement show.
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➻ warnings: nsfw. fingering (in public), i suppose that's it.
➻ feat.: (timeskip) h. iwaizumi (x fem! reader)
➻ word count: 761 words.
Darkness was already setting in. The restaurant was relatively busy tonight, which was no surprise, considering that it was rather well-known.
A few days earlier, Iwaizumi had asked you if you'd be fine joining dinner with his old teammates. You agreed, quite excited to meet them again as well. It would just be between Oikawa, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, and you.
That day arrived, and you found yourself placed in front of Matsukawa, while Iwaizumi was sitting next to you, Oikawa ahead of him.
Your table was located rather on the outskirts of the restaurant—since all of you agreed that it would probably be the most enjoyable place to sit in.
The evening was going well so far. All of them were catching up, telling each other funny stories, and sharing old, as well as new memories. Yes, the evening was going great.
Iwaizumi's hand being placed on your thigh was nothing unusual. He did it all the time. However, he didn't usually travel up your thigh this far.
You were looking out of the window of the restaurant, seeing the streetlights covering the street in a delicate grey. Slightly zoning out for what felt like seconds at most. Being pulled back to reality the moment you feel a hand dangerously close to your upper inner thigh.
Looking to your right, you glanced at your boyfriend who innocently talked to his friends as if his hand wasn't settled where it was.
His laugh filled the air, sounding as sweet as honey. And further goes his hand. You smiled rather awkwardly into the conversation, not sure how to handle a proper conversation at the moment.
Smiling at you, Iwaizumi moved forward to place a kiss on the side of your head, just before he whispered something that only you were supposed to hear. "This is gonna be real embarrassing if you won't keep quiet, doll."
Smiling at you, as innocently as he did before he just whispered into your ear, he moved back.
Chills were running down your spine, his voice still creeping through your body. Your body suddenly felt unpleasantly warm, and you were afraid of what the evening had yet to give.
The sound of multiple people talking filled your ears. Until it didn't. Until all you were able to focus on was the hand—that was now drawing circles on your inner thigh, using just the perfect amount of pressure.
"(Name)-chan, have you seen my last game?" Oikawa asked, looking at you—ready for a chat. And you did. You watched it with Iwaizumi, chuckling about his comments on the game here and then, curiously listening to each of his explanation of why something happened the way it happened.
"I have actually," you answer, looking up at him. "I watched it with Hajime." Oikawa's eyes lighten up, "so you did see it! There was no need to lie, Iwa-chan," Oikawa smirked. You grew confused.
Feeling his hand move your dress out of his way, you froze. He caressed your core over your panties, putting light pressure on it.
The conversation kept going, but you were enjoying other things.
The waiter brought bread to the table, letting you know that the food will be ready any time soon.
And by the time it did, your clothing was already pulled to the side, allowing his fingers free access to let the magic happen.
For a while, he kept playing with your clit—which started to drive you crazy. He knew that. Stroking between your folds as if he had all the time in the world, and no intention to hurry.
The moment you started eating however, he allowed his fingers to slide into your already soaking wet hole—which made you slightly gasp at the surprise.
Mattsun looked at you suspiciously. "You good?" God, this was embarrassing indeed. You nodded, "didn't except the food to be spicy," he nodded, although you couldn't tell if he believed you.
Nevertheless, Iwaizumi didn't stop there—moving his fingers more, letting his thumb massage your clit. Whenever the pleasure overcame you, you squeezed your thighs together, just for them to be effortlessly spread again.
"The food looks so good," Oikawa says, doubtlessly amazed. If he knew what was going on beneath it.
Iwaizumi's touch left you, as he started eating as well. Accidentally splashing sauce onto his thumb. Just as you were about to hand him a handkerchief, he licked it clean, unnoticeably eyeing you.
Looking at him with a stunned expression, you casually laid it back.
Tonight would be a long night, that was guaranteed.
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