#setsunaai

[akumanoken]

@seetsunaai

[txt]: want me to come pick you up?

[txt]: I would like that... I promise to behave while we're in the car~ <3

[virulentharlot]

@setsunaai​: Sir, I have a delivery for a Lee... Lou- Luke? I have this address as the recipient's, but I must make sure... are you Luke and expecting a three pieces suit?

     “Lelouch,” a quick correction. How did this person get Luke out of that? “But yes, I am.”

[ambivalent-auguries]

Spots to kiss, Roger; in the following order: 16, 29, 31, 32 (fleshy part of the ring finger's fingertip), 15, 17, 18.

16. a kiss on the back of the neck. - 29. a kiss on the inside of the wrist. - 31. a kiss on the palm. - 15. a kiss on the jawline. - 17. a kiss on the underside of the jaw. - 18. a kiss on the throat.

There is an art to worshipping that Roger has almost become a master in. He starts with words, flattering and sweet, his touches barely there or innocent enough to not give away the adulation. There is a press of lips against Morgan's nape, slow and deliberate and slightly more courageous now that he feels the man's muscles relax under his touch. His fingers glide along the length of Morgan's arm and in an instant, he's pressing his mouth next to where Morgan's pulse thrums melodiously against the soft skin of his wrist. A look is shared, a silent question... Shall I go on?

Morgan doesn't respond - not audibly, his lips curled into a curious smile. But Roger knows he's safe to continue his now unabashed worship - he can tell by the way Morgan's gaze glistens secretly, watching him intently, his breath a tad slower and more shallow now that Roger kisses his palm. His lips melt against the spot where Roger imagines a ring will sit prettily one day on the man's fourth digit. He runs his tongue over his lips, gaze fixated on the way Morgan looks like right now, basking in the glow of the warm sunset. His own lips taste like the salt in the air, cradled from surface of the ocean on the arms of a balmy breeze - salt water and sex. The taste makes Roger's skin prickle with delight, a drop of adrenaline seeping beneath his skin.

He wants to make a stop at Morgan's shoulder, but his mouth is warm and wet against the other's jawline already, lips exploring their way down, down, down... He takes in the scent of Morgan's skin as he descends down the other's neck, until his lips slow down upon the man's throat. He can feel the way Morgan takes his breaths and when he looks up and meets the man's gaze, Roger smiles... If worshipping is an art, Morgan is the only muse Roger wants to have.

[inprudens-blog]

                                       █ ♛ @setsunaai┆

      「to: haya-chan 」      「subject: busy? 」

        「text: my aunt got me tickets to go see a movie. 」         「text: did you want to join me? it would be kind of lame to go alone. 」         「text: i’ll pay for the snacks & bus fair... 」

[inprudens-blog]

HEADCANON: Kei doesn't run, but if a new game comes out. A boy might power walk.

                                   █ ♛ MEME┆ accepting.

damn right he will. actually the only time he’ll run is if he’s in the labyrinth, or if cake is on sale at the store. gotta get dat cake.

[resentmentdriven-blog]

💕

Send me 💕 and my muse will react to yours asking them on a date.

                                                   * accepting ;

               This was a joke. It had to be. Why would anyone ask her, of all people, out on a date – let alone want to associate with her? She was so appalled, she did not have the time to feel angry; not right away, anyway. But then, it hit her like a wave of emotion, and there was a look of hurt on her features. She thought that he of all people would never treat her as cruelly as the others, but, what explanation can their be?

                                THE KATSUMI CHALLENGE –

What a joke. “Get out of my face.” She liked Kinoshita-san enough to give him a ten second head start. “Get out of my face, right now.” She thought he was different, but, she was wrong. He was going to mock her the way everyone else did, huh? Who was brave enough to ask the dragon on a date? Who would be successful?

                           – This world really was cruel and disgusting.