[ well yuri doesn’t seem too fussed at the moment. besides, the best place to start gathering information is in an area flush with people, and the beach is certainly seeing a lot of traffic. dressing up in one of the changing tends, yuri is trying on a very cute, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny iridescent lavendar bikini, working on tying the top around himself. he may as well not be wearing anything really, it doesn’t hide all that much, even with a silky, hardly-opaque wrap around his hips.
when he hears someone enter, he turns his head, lowering a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses over his nose. ]
Mind giving me a hand here? Seems I’m all thumbs at the moment, [ as he holds the top to his chest like he really has something to hide. ]
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[ alternatively, yuri has definitely fallen asleep underneath the sun. there's a convenient bottle of what should probably be sun screen laid near him as he dozes with his sunglasses. a tiny little mockingbird dtf is nestled in his hair, and when it sees someone walk by, it twitters out, plucking at the bottle with its little talons helplessly!!! ]
A bit of assistance? I'm afraid my dear will burn if someone doesn't help.
[ there's a very small, imperceptible smile on yuri's lips as he noses into his own arms.
this is your terrible wonderful semi-somnophilia/massage prompt because i'm self-indulgent like that. ]
harmonious hearts.
[ oh this sucks, absolutely. yuri knew that taking a self-indulgent float in the water. to think something so luxurious is now an utter nightmare.
there’s a little mockingbird dtf perched just visible to where he’s currently hiding out in a cove of rocks and when it spies someone who may be a viable partner, it chirrups in delight, singing a sweet little song and fluttering down onto whoever it might be to gather their attention, tugging at clothing, plucking and nudging and pushing until it tweets in triumph.
because it brings whoever it is straight to yuri, with a hand between his thighs, working feverishly at himself from where he’s sat on a beach towel. the thin strings holding the bottom of his bathing suit together are undone, and he’s still working at himself with his hand until he turns and sees whoever it is, bristling a bit between the pain and the lack of satisfaction. ]
This isn’t a free show, she brought you here to help me.
[ it’s a combination scowl-flush. he’s not embarrassed just… worked up. ]
I can make it worth your while, don’t worry. But I need help before this stupid mark drives me insane.
[ finally showing where one of these stupid jellyfish bit him right on the ass???? hello???? ]
yuri leclerc / fire emblem: 3 houses (dlc)
gunsbuns out.[ well yuri doesn’t seem too fussed at the moment. besides, the best place to start gathering information is in an area flush with people, and the beach is certainly seeing a lot of traffic. dressing up in one of the changing tends, yuri is trying on a very cute, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny iridescent lavendar bikini, working on tying the top around himself. he may as well not be wearing anything really, it doesn’t hide all that much, even with a silky, hardly-opaque wrap around his hips.
when he hears someone enter, he turns his head, lowering a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses over his nose. ]
Mind giving me a hand here? Seems I’m all thumbs at the moment, [ as he holds the top to his chest like he really has something to hide. ]
-
[ alternatively, yuri has definitely fallen asleep underneath the sun. there's a convenient bottle of what should probably be sun screen laid near him as he dozes with his sunglasses. a tiny little mockingbird dtf is nestled in his hair, and when it sees someone walk by, it twitters out, plucking at the bottle with its little talons helplessly!!! ]
A bit of assistance? I'm afraid my dear will burn if someone doesn't help.
[ there's a very small, imperceptible smile on yuri's lips as he noses into his own arms.
this is your terrible wonderful semi-somnophilia/massage prompt because i'm self-indulgent like that. ]
harmonious hearts.
[ oh this sucks, absolutely. yuri knew that taking a self-indulgent float in the water. to think something so luxurious is now an utter nightmare.
there’s a little mockingbird dtf perched just visible to where he’s currently hiding out in a cove of rocks and when it spies someone who may be a viable partner, it chirrups in delight, singing a sweet little song and fluttering down onto whoever it might be to gather their attention, tugging at clothing, plucking and nudging and pushing until it tweets in triumph.
because it brings whoever it is straight to yuri, with a hand between his thighs, working feverishly at himself from where he’s sat on a beach towel. the thin strings holding the bottom of his bathing suit together are undone, and he’s still working at himself with his hand until he turns and sees whoever it is, bristling a bit between the pain and the lack of satisfaction. ]
This isn’t a free show, she brought you here to help me.
[ it’s a combination scowl-flush. he’s not embarrassed just… worked up. ]
I can make it worth your while, don’t worry. But I need help before this stupid mark drives me insane.
[ finally showing where one of these stupid jellyfish bit him right on the ass???? hello???? ]
wildcard.
[ throw something @ me???? ]