ACR Verse
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Stream's Over.
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 01:22:20 +0000 UTCThe neon sign outside her home studio flickered as the “LIVE” light finally dimmed. Celes pulled off her cap with a dramatic sigh and tossed it onto her desk, slumping into her chair like she’d just run a marathon. Her oversized black shirt slid off one shoulder, exposing the faint flush on her skin — the kind that always followed her late-night streams, especially the unfiltered ones.
No edits. No breaks. Just her. The real version — wild, raw, teasing without restraint. She’d spent the last two hours telling stories, laughing until she cried, and casually hinting at things she shouldn’t. And the chat? Feral. As always.
She was still laughing to herself when the knock hit.
Not a text. Not a call. A knock.
Her heart stuttered. Then a slow smile curved her lips.
She padded to the door, barefoot, hair a mess, her shirt hanging loose enough to flash skin whenever she moved. Opening it revealed exactly who she hoped it was — and dreaded it might be.
Him.
The collab partner with the voice that had ruined her focus more than once. The one she played games with, streamed with, flirted with shamelessly across time zones. She didn’t even remember inviting him over. Or maybe she had. She did things like that.
“You actually came,” she murmured, cocking a brow.
“I figured if you were gonna run your mouth all night on stream,” he replied, stepping inside without hesitation, “I should come see if you back it up offline too.”
The air between them tightened like a snare.
Celes stepped back, arms folded under her chest, shirt sliding open at the top like it had a mind of its own. “Brave of you. You might find out I’m worse in person.”
He closed the door behind him. “I’m counting on it.”
The room was bathed in LED glow, scattered with cables, controllers, and half-drunk energy drinks. The chaos suited her. She dropped into her gaming chair, one leg draped over the armrest, the hem of her baggy shirt slipping high on her thighs.
“You’re staring,” she said with a smirk, cocking her head.
“You’re built to be stared at.”
The chair spun slowly as she rocked herself, lips parting in a lazy grin. “And you’re built to keep up or tap out. Which one are you?”
He stepped closer, slowly — every move like a dare. “Why don’t you find out?”
Celes’ eyes gleamed under the soft hum of the monitors. “Only if you’re okay with me turning the volume way up.”
He didn’t hesitate. He took one more step, then another, until he was in her space — close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin, warm from the stream, like synthetic cherry mixed with sweat and midnight. Her gaming chair creaked as she sat up straighter, legs slowly closing but not all the way. Just enough to keep the balance between invitation and challenge.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, tilting her head, her voice low but electric. “I don’t do halfway, and I don’t do gentle just because the lights are off.”
“I didn’t come for gentle,” he said, hands sliding to the arms of her chair, caging her in without touching. “I came for you.”
That was all the permission she needed.
Celes reached up, one hand gripping the edge of his shirt, the other tangling into his collar as she pulled him down into a kiss that tasted like energy drinks and exhaustion and adrenaline. Her mouth was hungry—not sweet, not slow. She kissed like someone who’d been starved all day and just now remembered what it meant to devour.
His hands finally found her waist, slipping beneath the oversized shirt that hung off her shoulders like a lazy afterthought. Skin met skin, and she shivered, biting his bottom lip just to feel him gasp.
She leaned back into the chair, pulling him with her, and it tilted slightly under their weight. Her legs hooked around his hips, bare skin brushing denim. Her shirt rode higher with every shift of her body, and when he tried to touch more — tried to lift it — she stopped him with a wicked grin.
“You don’t get to rush,” she whispered. “This is my world. My room. My chair. And my rules.”
He leaned in, grinning. “Then tell me what to do.”
Her breath caught. Power — actual power — flooded her like a hit of sugar straight to the bloodstream. She tugged her shirt over her head slowly, letting him see inch by inch of the skin she usually only teased on camera. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, nipples tight, her body flush with heat.
“Start with your knees,” she whispered. “And earn it.”
He dropped without protest.
His hands roamed as his mouth followed, worshipping every inch of skin like she was a goddess carved in light and warmth. Celes leaned back in her throne of a chair, one hand gripping the armrest, the other in his hair, guiding him lower. Her thighs parted with a breathless sigh, and when his mouth reached her, her entire body arched like a live wire hit her spine.
She didn’t fake her moans. Not tonight. Not for this. She wanted him to know the real her — the one who gave everything or nothing. Her voice filled the room, gasps and choked-off curses, her hips grinding into his face as he lost himself in her.
Minutes passed like heartbeats, frantic and unstoppable.
When she pulled him up, her lips were swollen, her skin slick, her thighs trembling. “Now,” she breathed, voice thick, almost trembling, “I want to see how much you can take.”
They moved to the couch, where she straddled him, her hands undoing his jeans with practiced ease, her body already craving more. She guided him inside her with a single, drawn-out sigh — eyes locked, mouths barely an inch apart.
And then?
They moved together, slow at first, then faster — a crash of wills and heat, both giving, both taking. Her nails carved soft lines down his back. His hands roamed every inch of her body like he was memorizing the terrain. The room spun around them, LED lights flickering, casting them in blues and purples and pinks, like they were lovers made of light and lust.
Celes whispered to him between gasps. “No one gets this... just you... not like this…”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
He just held her tighter, gave her more, matched every rhythm with a growl, a kiss, a deep, desperate pull.
When release hit, it was together. A tremor that shook her to her core, left her clutching his shoulders, burying her face in his neck, his arms tight around her as if she’d vanish otherwise.
They stayed like that for a long time. Just breathing.
Sweat cooling. Muscles aching. Hearts still pounding like they weren’t quite done.
Celes pulled back eventually, brushing her hair from her flushed face. “You’re not gonna forget this,” she said, voice raspy.
He shook his head. “Never.”
She smirked, kissed him once more — slower this time, deeper. Then slid off his lap with a lazy stretch, her body glowing in the low light, completely unbothered by her bare skin or the mess around them.
She grabbed her hoodie from the floor, pulling it on over nothing, and tossed him a towel with a wink. “Shower’s down the hall if you need it. Or you can just sit there and think about what happens if you stay the night.”
Then, barefoot and grinning, she padded toward the kitchen.
“I’m making ramen. You want some?”
Comments
hong yin
非常喜欢这个人物设定。能否为这段设计放置链接🔗
Cel
I swear I was like "no one's gonna see it right?"... And you came in. Though, I am thankful because it means that taking the time to fix all those "small" details isn't meaningless and that I'm not doing this for nothing, so thank you! I will eventually fix that whenever I'll have more time haha..
Void8152
Loved the storytelling! 😍 Again such small, delicious, and delicate details that make the moments that much more satisfying. Seeing Cel’s ivory skin tingle with pleasure as he is kissing her lower lips is just gorgeous. Small detail, either the chair she was on for bigger, or Cel grew. 🤭 Overall, it was beautiful to see her satiate her hunger and fill her sexual desires. 🥰
Landon Ward
The story is absolutely beautiful well done
Cel
I'll try to think about it next time, sorry haha! I'm glad you liked it though, I worked a long time on this one and yet, I might redo some edit tomorrow cause I'm not fully satisfied, but I'm cooked right now :> Storyline won't change though!
Landon Ward
This whole story is outstanding and she’s absolutely beautiful and the theme and setting is very relatable which makes it hotter my only complaint no feet included
