Nomad's Nu:C Birthday Zine Fics
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After receiving Olivine's idol outfit from the tailor, Eiden had to make sure it fitted him properly.
When the shirt was loose enough for him to slip his hand underneath, of course he had to cop a feel (who wouldn't look at those milkers)
For the Thots and Prayers BDay Olivine Zine!
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- Part 1 of Nomad's Nu:C Birthday Zine Fics
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Eiden didn’t start it either—he simply looked down at Edmond’s cock before dragging his hands down to hold his hips again. “Want me to get you off?”
“What do you think?” Edmond grumbled, nipping at Eiden’s bottom lip in annoyance.
Eiden laughed at his little retaliation. “I think I know a fun way to do that.” Eiden returned the nip with a sweet kiss that lasted only a second before he was pushing at his hips. “How about…” he dragged the sentence on, gauging Edmond’s reactions. “I watch you rut against my leg and get your boots all dirty. I’ll encourage you along, play with your hair, and watch you lose yourself.”
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- Part 2 of Nomad's Nu:C Birthday Zine Fics
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The first brush of paint was cool against his skin, but not enough for him to flinch at. Dante watched the way the brush curved to form the first sakura petal on Kuya’s shoulder. It was too awkward of an angle to watch himself, so Kuya watched Dante work. He trusted him to make them look at least halfway decent.
Kuya thought they would trail down his arm, but Dante turned the petals to flow down his chest. This wayward path Kuya did watch as he pushed out his chest. “That’s going to be covered by my shirt.” The shirt was cut in a way that would show an ample amount of the sides of his tits, but the flower petal painted across his nipple would most definitely be hidden.
Dante hummed, showing he knew what he was doing as he painted his way across his chest to his other shoulder.
(For Seasons of Desire: Kuya Birthday Zine)
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- Part 3 of Nomad's Nu:C Birthday Zine Fics
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“I clean them afterwards! I’m not a freak like that and letting you walk around with my spunk on you without you knowing.”
What a vigilant stance—that hardly changed anything though, especially with the slightly wet boxers in hand. With his free hand, Quincy reached out to also fist the front of Eiden’s shirt. “No, just a pervert.” Before Eiden could protest in any way, Quincy tossed him onto the bed like he weighed nothing. Eiden bounced in place as he tried to regain his balance by pushing himself up onto his shoulders, but Quincy didn’t restrict him by moving to lean over him. He simply stood in front of him at the side of the bed. “Show me.”
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- Part 4 of Nomad's Nu:C Birthday Zine Fics