albinos-ruined-me:

by ふかえ
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(komaedaw) Thank you for saving me… But I wish you hadn’t.
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akaneallupinyogrill-archive:

~❁~ They had barely managed to escape from whatever the hell that thing was back there, both catching their breaths as they sought temporary refuge in what looked like an abandoned market. The town itself was abandoned though, and filled with a strange fog and ash, monsters, creatures one could not describe as normal in the slightest. 

Taking the back of her hand to her cheek, she wiped away the blood that smeared over her tanned skin before helping the white haired male sit against a wall behind the cash register of the market. Hearing his words she clicked her tongue for a moment before looking around for what she could use to tend to the bite mark he had received from the monster that Akane had saved him from. “….now’s not the time fer that damn it…here gimme yer arm..” she spoke with a worried tone, while she began to tend his arm with fabric from her own shirt, ripping it at the waist just enough so she would b able to bandage up his arm for the time being.
komaedaw

 

The white haired boy looked down to the brunette. Her words didn’t mean much. He meant what he said, she should have just left him for dead. He watched her rip the fabric and tend to his wound. He strayed his eyes away from her. 

Where were they. What was this place. What was that- that thing that attacked them. All these thoughts raced through his head. His body was shaking. “This isnt happening. This isnt happening.”  He told himself in his head, but he knew that he was lying.

 

(( I havent been on here in a while.. eheheh ive been kinda out of touch with dingle ronples. so i had no motivation to do anything. also cuz u nerds dont talk to ko coUGH BUT im here now))

akaneallupinyogrill:

 

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~❁She Could feel her self slowly submitting to such gentle kisses he left on her skin. It was always like this, if not her starting things, it was him, first they would argue then they would calm each other down in such way. Although at time, they would want more.

Reaching her hands up to his head now, she ran her finger tips through his hair, giving it a gentle tug, demanding of the while haired male for more. She was unable to voice what she wanted, so she allowed her actions to speak for her, by pulling him down closer to her neck, wanting him to mark her as he always does.~

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costume box ( i will always bug you with this shit)

akaneallupinyogrill:

komaedaw:

komaedaw:

4. School uniform

8.To do the laundry

 he’s leaning on the washing machine

 

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"But Akane-san come on.."

He slowly got closer to her, tugging at his necktie.

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"You started this."

He leaned over her, both his arms onto the washing machine behind her. Blocking her from escape. He crept closer to her neck and planted soft kisses .

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"O-oi…! Ko…c-cut it…it out…" she was trapped against the washing machine and him, unable to get away, but she didn’t seem to get away from him to begin with. The contact of his lips upon her neck started to make her shiver a bit in delight.

'damn him…why…why's he gotta get my left side…'

He could feel her shivering with every kiss, he smirked.

"I know almost all your weak spots Akane you know this by now." 

He grinned at her, pushing back her hair. Once he found her weak spot there was no going back.

costume box ( i will always bug you with this shit)

akaneallupinyogrill:

komaedaw:

4. School uniform

8.To do the laundry

 he’s leaning on the washing machine

 

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"………….shit. not that face again…fuck fuck….."
She sighed as she started to walk backwards into the washing machine. She hated when he started to make that face, she knew exactly what it meant.
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"Ko….don’t ya fuckin’ dare…"

"But Akane-san come on.."

He slowly got closer to her, tugging at his necktie.

"You started this."

He leaned over her, both his arms onto the washing machine behind her. Blocking her from escape. He crept closer to her neck and planted soft kisses .

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