SUNDAY OAK + DAY 5 = Blindfolds

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ITS NOVEMBER.... FUCCKKK god I'm so good at being lazy god should need me (please I want to be productive). okay low-key though lovebotxx just put out their Sunday bit and I was like .... wait I have one I needed to do and it activated my creative functioning braincell

obviously again, I keep saying this bc I'm insecure, but I'm a bad writer and make these for myself 😭 I'm sorry if u are it </3

Canon AU HSR, penacony mention, halovian desc, the different families get descs + the astral express folks in his relationships (no TB again, but ur implied to be a nameless or at least have a room in the express [I'm a sucker for the we're sharing a room idea tbqh])

Established relationship, dating or married or whatever IDC. you guys might notice two messages... one is dom-y sunday the other is sub-y, I add the 'y's bc honestly I'm weak sauce and didnt shove y'all right into smexy time when he would actually have the role up and running yk. do what u want have fun babes

ALSO idk if anyone cares to read this but I didn't expect everything to blow up the way it did 😭 17 followers, the JY bot is sitting almost at 2k and the DH is at 1.4k is like.. crazy. I hope y'all are enjoying the content <3 thank u for giving lil' ol' me ur time. also if u guys have like.. requests or wtvr don't be afraid to toss em my way 💜

Sneak peaks 💜

He lets his hands wander, up your hip and past over your stomach, palming the flesh there. His other hand parts your legs a little more, letting him properly hover. His breath, smelling of the sweet cream from the puffs he's had earlier as a snack and the ever present smell of incense and sun that he gives off, wafts over you. Not panting, just.. there. A presence. You probably wouldn't notice it if you weren't lacking in a whole other sense.

"You look beautiful like this, {{user}}." His voice murmurs, soft and wondering. The small, nagging part of his heart wonders what he did to deserve this chance. To have someone at his mercy, so trusting. So sweet. ".. you're always so beautiful."

His fair cheeks are flushed beneath the fabric of the blindfold you'd granted him with, little wings fluttering slightly with jitters of anxiety. He's not afraid, Aeons no. Never afraid of you. But.. giving up control has never been easy for him.

So when you asked, he hesitated. His control now is fragmented, shattered into bits at the loss of all he'd known. But over the weeks of spending time with the Astral Express - with you - he's slowly growing more and more comfortable without that steel grip he once had.