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#dreams of flight#artists on tumblr#digital art#illustration#sketch#angels#there’s a color version too but I think I prefer this…v moody#and m a x i m u m texture
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okay so not many people explore this often but i think so hard about the softer side of mizu like when she was married to m*kio (🤢). Yes, we get a lot of the butch lesbian mizu content where shes the tough gf and all, but what about with a gf just calling mizu pretty!!! calling her beautiful and holding her face!!! telling her that shes the most gorgeous woman!!! MIZU DESERVES SOME SOFT COMPLIMENTS TOO ABOUT HER BEAUTY BC SHE IS GORGEOUS ! ! ! 😭❤️
fluff modern!mizu x reader headcannons
tags: fluff, mizu x reader, modern au, cute moments, pretty mizu, compliments, kissing, kisses on the cheek, gifting, flower bouquets, safe relationship, mizu deserves this :(
a/n: FUCK M*K*O !! she is my gorgeous beautiful girl!! ok school isn’t that bad but i do have a weekend trip so i'll be lowk MIA :(
modern!mizu tries to put up a tough front
but with you, the barrier breaks down and she feels comfortable exploring new aspects of herself
she's never felt that kind of safety
she barely felt it with m*k*o after learning his true nature
as time passes by with u, she begins to bring her guard down
compliment modern!mizu and she immediately doesn't know what to do or what to believe
earlier on in ur relationship, u helped her get dressed for a sports-day after party held by the school
in celebration of a well balanced and eventful day, there was a formal event for athletes and their plus ones
and mizu didn't know how to present herself
yeah she had the clothes
but she had trouble styling it
u came over to fix her clothes in ur beautiful blue dress that totally didn't compliment her eyes
mizu showered u with compliments, saying how her "pretty girl was so dressed up beautifully"
or calling u a "beautiful sight"
without thinking, u called her "my beautiful girl" as u fixed her hair
she immediately went quiet
"Mizu?", you questioned. She had gone silent after your compliment. "Did I say something wrong? I'm so sorry, I'll just-"
You look up to find her, her mouth agape. Not out of disgust. Instead, Mizu whiplashed by your words, her face flaring red. Only three words and she's suddenly out of commission.
yeah, mizu would def short circuit
and she did for a brief moment
until she snapped and kissed u
and totally not ruin ur makeup
modern!mizu loves it when u cup her face while y'all kissing or make out
mizu mainly is the one talking and touching during heated moments but even the soft feeling of her significant other’s touch makes her stomach fill with butterflies
or if ur just chilling in bed and u start tracing her face
externally, she’s relaxing
internally, she’s mesmerized by ur touch
when u trace around her eyes and lips and play w her hair, she has never felt such softness and safety
or even if u cup her face to give her a kiss on the cheek before u leave for work or class
it makes her feel secure and happy
modern!mizu loves being called pretty
she still likes dressing more masc but that doesnt mean she isnt pretty
especially if u compliment her eyes
or her strangely healthy hair
the fact that its long and still shiny
sometimes u pray u had her hair genes bc wtf this isnt fair
“Your hair is so pretty, it’s not fair.”, you say as you play with Mizu’s hair. It was late at night and while she was busy figuring out calculations for a project, you were busy relaxing.
She hummed in acknowledgement. With her back still turned, you ran your hair through her scalp, feeling the silky texture of her raven hair.
Normally, Mizu would just tie her hair up to focus late at night. Tonight would be a little different since you were still up.
As your hands sectioned continued to run through her hair, Mizu relaxed. In a calm state, she solved the equations with ease, listening to the faint lofi studying music guide her thoughts into the night.
Time passed yet Mizu never felt it until she realized your hands had slowed down. She turned back to see you, eyes heavy and ready to doze off.
She looked back at her nearly completed homework. One problem couldn’t hurt in the morning.
Mizu shut off the desk lamp and silently collected her things in a neat pile. She rests your head on your pillows and pull the covers on top of you. With one foot into dreamland, Mizu gives you a kiss on your forehead.
modern!mizu’s favorite places to get kissed are her cheeks
she loves any kisses from u tbh
whenever u would give a goodbye kiss, she always forgets ab the “final” kiss
it’s so simple yet so endearing
when u guys first started dating, u were a little hesitant on ending the first few dates with a kiss
so u choose a simple peck on her cheek instead
u could see blush form on her cheeks afterwards
and they still flush to this day
after mizu went back to her place after the date, she would not stop smiling
it lowkey threw off ringo for a while
modern!mizu enjoys fresh flowers
it seems small but it’s a pretty reminder of ur love
she never got flowers as a gift in her previous relationship so she wasn’t use to these gifts
(yeah fuck u m*k*o)
it makes her heart warm every time she sees the vase on her desk
preferably, she likes peonies bc of how fluffy and full they bloom
but if u bring a new bouquet, she’ll gladly clean and take care of it
u insist that u will do it
but once u saw her carefully pluck and cut the bouquet, u let mizu have her way
she just looks so joyful getting new flowers to take care of
when the flowers start to fully bloom, mizu likes to check and make sure they have enough water
basically she gives them the love and care they need
(im crying sobbing while writing this)
#mizu bes#mizu x reader#bes mizu#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu headcanons#blue eye samurai#mizu x y/n#mizu x you#blue eye samurai mizu#blue eye samurai x reader#mizu#modern mizu#blue eye samurai modern#modern au#mizu come home the kids miss you#i love love#fluff mizu#fluff blue eye samurai#mizu x reader fluff#fluff mizu x reader#fluff mizu x y/n
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i love your fics so much your page is the first thing i check when i get on tumblr 😭 can i request a really soft dom top denji with a very whiny sub bot reader?
thanks,,, teehee,,,
soft domtop denji x whiny subbot reader,,,,
both amab, cw:: light teasing, no mentions of makima ruining lives.
you just missed him so much today... s'all... nothing too bad... and now, in the comfort of his, your lovers room while he was in the bathroom after teasing you. you lay, squirming on his messily made bed with a prick uncomfortably pressing against the fabric of your pantsㅡyou mewl his name lowly;; "denjiii..." writhing against the bed - desperately, "n-need you... denjii.." your voice dropping to a mere whisper and giving into your baser urges... trailing your fingertips down your navel and ever so softly grazing along your uncomfortably clothed prickㅡhe was just taking a moment to clean himself up,,, unwilling to put his dick anywhere near you without being thoroughly wiped down-! n there he was... screaming he wasnt into dudes but making sure hes clean enough to stick his dick anywhere near his beloved lil bf,,,,,
exiting the bathroom hurriedly and ,,, immediately hovering over you; plucking your hand away from touching yourself with a frown - causing you to hiss in disatisfaction. he gently caresses it himself, grinning smugly as he settles over you, straddling you-! "denji." you grumble in a mild warning, feeling itchy wet spot beginning to form from your dick being so compressed in your fucking pants...
"s'okay, c'mon..." he was so thoughtful... helping to pull your shirt over your head - grinning wildly; similar to a puppydogs' eagerness as he throws the shirt off to the side, to the floor... the devilman huffing, breathless in mere marvel before lurching forward and burrowing his face in the crook of your now bare neck; lean frame pressed against yours and - nipping softly and gently at the flesh of your neck. "denji." you drone out; you also... merely liked saying his name... something he got used to - and now adores. grinning so widely, a little sly...
ㅡ"haah? what's that?" he grumbles, hands roaming along your torso-
ㅡ"please..." you complain pitifully, leaning away from his teeth and opting to shove your face into his neck - taking a chance to nibble while you still had it before he was groaning that he wanted to taste you again... n he calls u whiny..?? "j-just ... missed you so much... today." you seemed a little shy admitting - something that made denji's cheeks darken, your thighs squeezing together and prick pleading to be released from the confines of your clothes - denji doubts that you missed him as much as he missed you... having to jerk off a couple of times in the bathroom during the day just because you plagued his mind too much - now he gets to be in the comfort of his whiny lil boyfriends arms... and innards... or maybe you did! maybe you one-upped him by jerking off to him more than he did you-!
"yeah? ... i missed you too, alot... but, please uh, what?" he hums, playing stupid as per usual - teeth nipping at a particularly sensitive part of your neck and you whimper; flinching underneath him before he had you sprawled out - underneath his toned body,,
admittedly, so prettily naked along his awesomely huge bed... "c'monnn... gotta use your words, heheh..." denji,,, please.m,,, he rubs his rough, yet gentle hand against your weeping prick, humming softly in content - "jeez... n' i'm not even to this point yet... i think thats a record..." swirling his thumb around your fleshy tip in wonder - just so similar to his own, admiring the different textures-
ㅡ"s-stop it... d-dont... i want you inside already... please, denji..." you stress, jaw clenching and avoiding eye contact - were you embarrassed to cum on your own boyfriend who has a knack for cumming like a virgin?? denji snickers, face blooming an even darker shade of red and palming himself at the sight of you,,, "of course, of course, m' sorry..." voice grumbly n so quick to help you finger yourself - lubing you up properly before he has the nerve to stick his dick in you,, "y-yes... nnh - please-"
"ssnngh.. f-ffu-uck..." so vocal for him,,, he cant help but be all giddy and snap his hips forward - completely filling you up and nearly making you choke in surprise... setting a steady pace; before you were whining n whimpering at him to go faster,,, eyes drawn to the source of light - and turning away from the sliding doors that led to the balcony and covering your eyes with your arm with a soft whimper of mild embarrassment even though no one could see in through the doorsㅡ
denji snickers lowly, huffing as he reaches out and slowly guides your arm away from your faceㅡ"don't you want everyone to see that you're the babe chainsaw man comes home to?" he teases, leaning over and bumping his nose against yours in a lovely form of affection while balls deep - you, working back into him. truly, 100 percent given from each partner... "noooo-!! q-quit it..." weakly hitting at his arm before you were fumbling to hold his hands,,, romantic.
#csm =͟͟͞͞★#denji x male reader.....#denji x male reader#csm x male reader#bottom male reader#sub male reader
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a twist of the knife.
pairing. ghostface!wooyoung x fem!reader.
synopsis. halloween night and you're all alone, boyfriend far from home. you've got plans- big plans- with a fully charged vibrator and a phone. what a shame you forget to check the number before picking up.
warnings. slasher fic! pwp, daddy kink, noncon cheating, noncon (don't like it? don't bite it!), masturbation (f&m), sex-toys, degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, knife kink?, mask kink!, implied stalking, mentions of murder
word count. 4.6k
hyde’s input. listen, kids, sometimes mother (me) can't serve a three coursed meal, ok? sometimes, all mother (me) can serve are dino-nuggies and overcooked chips. just eat your meal and flush your shit when you're done (aka, this is lazy writing and i'm not 100% satisfied with this fic but i'm also too tired to try harder i'm sorry <3)
truth be told, you’ve started without him.
you’d waited, a whole twenty minutes longer than you were supposed to.
twenty two minutes and you sent a text.
babe?
the message was delivered.
no reply came your way.
another text, from you.
i should be naked by now :(
and then another.
come make me cum, u loser.
and a final message, once more from you.
or i’ll get someone else to do it <3
minutes passed, no reply came, and you stayed true to your word.
technically.
because, technically, nowhere does it say you can’t be that someone else who makes you cum.
spread on your bed, body draped in pretty black lace, only the light of a single lamp- a cheesy plastic jack-o-lantern bought by your dearest boyfriend- to shadow your movements.
the shadow dances in time with the fingers that brush down your soft skin, the drag of your sharpened nails bringing a thrilling chill down your spine.
your fingers settle, at last, on your heaving chest. they slide over the delicate fabric, scratch at the skin beneath. graze over one of your nipples, and pause.
you try to mimic his movements, memorise the perfectly choreographed routine he uses to drive you wild.
it’s hard to achieve, no matter how much you pinch and roll the hardening bud between your fingers, when your hands are not his.
too soft, too textured.
too small, too big.
too everything.
you miss the brush of his hardened fingertips, and the callous ways in which he teases you. and his gravel-deep, chocolate-smooth voice, echoing soliloquies of filth. and his thinly-dipped hips, flowing with yours in a demonstration of true poetry in motion.
suddenly, your ire grows tenfold.
because damn him for being miles away, partying in a city you’ve never been.
and damn his friends for suggesting the “boys” trip.
and damn him even more for agreeing to go and leaving you all alone.
it works in your favour, this ire, stealing away a pinch of the guilt from not waiting on him and replacing it with a heavy dose of vengeful craving.
you’d asked him to spend halloween with you house-sitting your childhood home, he made plans with his friends instead.
he’d asked you to let him see the first time you cum tonight, you’re making plans with your mirror instead.
opening your bedside drawer, you blindly reach in and find what you’re looking for: a pretty, soft, purple rabbit. it’s fully charged, in preparation for the night your boyfriend had promised you.
a night he’s now thirty six minutes and four texts late to.
you shimmy yourself further down the bed, till your feet dangle off the edge and the reflected version of you is positioned at just the right angle to witness the gathering wetness between your thighs, dampening the overpriced panties.
spreading your legs a little wider, you press the bunny to life.
in pulsing rhythms, it vibrates in your grasp, teasing the pleasure it aims to deliver as soon as you place it against your core.
instead, you switch it off.
decide you’re not ready yet.
he wouldn’t be ready yet.
a teaser, he’s a man who takes pleasure in watching you squirm, plead, beg for something, anything.
the mere memory of your boyfriend is enough to have your hips rolling up against the air, nothing but the squeeze of the fabric against your cunt to soothe the burn. a finger, middle- always the middle-, slips past your lips.
welcoming it, you feel it growing wetter at your touch, swirling your tongue around it.
your eyes fall shut. you try to picture him and his pretty-boy grin, remember just the way he likes it.
get daddy’s fingers nice and wet, pretty girl.
that’s what he’d say, because that’s what you are.
his pretty girl.
the prettiest girl.
pathetic and for your ears only, a whimper falls as you pluck your hand from your mouth. skipping over the part where he tortures you with feather-like brushes of his hands down your body, blunt ends of his nails scratching up goosebumps and leaving behind thing trails of red markings, you instead shoot directly for your core.
in the mirror, your legs inch a little wider and your teeth latch onto your bottom lip as the contrasting chill of your hand cups over the burning heat of your cunt. the scratch of red lace between your skin grows your arousal by tenfold, the cooling wet of your saliva slickened finger pressing the soaked fabric against your dripping seam.
you push a little more, hooking the tip of your finger at your entrance and squirm as the lace pinches tighter at your hips, digging marks into your skin that you’ll later compare to the one’s he so often leaves.
in the orange hue of your room, you let your mind trail off once more as you shift to sit up, knees pressing into the mattress, legs bent backwards and both feet tucked under the swell of your ass.
the image in the mirror is pure pornography: your hair still damp from an earlier shower, red lace covering pretty skin, nipples poking out against the fabric of your bra, your manicured nails resting at the apex of your thighs, teasing their way over soaked panties.
you look hot.
fuckable.
eyes slipping shut briefly, the image of him conjures behind you. his broad chest pressed against your back, his large hands roaming over your waist, his soft lips pressing indecencies into your neck.
as quickly as it appears, it disapeears, and your eyes reopen to the reality of your lonely bedroom and your lonely bed, no one upon it but you.
and the purple toy.
it’s in your grasp in a count of three seconds- no less- and buzzing to life with the delicate press of a button.
in the mirror, your thighs clench.
loneliness leads to anger leads to action, readjusting your legs a little wider and guiding the pulsating toy over your lower stomach and inching it’s way down, down, down under the hem of the expensive thong.
a fire stroked to life, the heat that comes along in the initial seconds of pleasure has your spine shooting up straight, knees digging further into the springs of the mattress as your clit welcomes the new feeling pulsing against it.
watching as your reflection cants her hips up, chasing after the waves delivered by the toy, you set to find a rhythm in all your blues.
you push aside the fact this should be your boyfriend’s mouth on your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit and fingers burrowing in between your clenching walls, and not some rubber toy.
you ignore the inherent shyness and discomfort that comes with watching yourself in this position, making eye-contact in the mirror as you fantasise about another pair of hands.
you lay to rest the stress that no contact from your boyfriend brings you, a sting of tears threatning you if you let your mind wander too far into the attrocities of life, the attrocities riddling your college campus over the past few months.
a senior, stabbed to death in his dorm.
a freshman, found discarded at the side of the road.
your friend, wide-eyed and lifeless, slumped against your bed in your dormroom-
no.
you press at the toy again, it’s pulses grow more intense, more rapid, full throttle on your pleasure till it clouds you in that heady scent of sex and drowns you in the need for release.
just as you grow closer by the minute, the sweetest little whines making their way past your bitten lips, your ringtones blairs.
loud, and clear.
it’s murder on the dancefloor, familiar lyrics echo in the small room, screen lighting up behind you. you’d better not kill the groove, dj gonna burn this goddamn house-
you don’t look, just grab blindly at where you’d left it, tossed aside and forgotten in your frustration.
hit accept, press the phone to your ear and wait.
to hear his apology, his excuses, his ways to make it up to you.
but there’s only breathing.
heavy breathing.
it reminds you of your own, thighs still shaking and the toy still faintly brushing over your slick coated clit.
“took you long enough,” you’re the first to break the ice, praying you don’t sound as shaky as you feel.
a huh rings down the line, grainy. poor signal.
he must still be out, you figure.
“i thought you’d never call,” you’re pouty, purposeful in you approach to teasing him before you deliver a killing-blow to his ego: you’ve started without him. “and i was getting so lonely.”
for effect, you press on the button again, listen as the toy gets louder as it vibrates more intensely, waves rippling your skin even as you pry it back from your clit, enjoying it’s pleasure only in the way it moves against your panties.
you wonder if he hears it too.
you want him to hear.
there’s a sharp inhale, spanning a handful of seconds and leaving you with the imagery of his head falling back, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
it says nothing, yet everything.
he’s frustrated.
he’s chastising.
he’s turned on.
“why’d you make me wait, daddy?” you say it and hope it hits a nerve. hope he’s squirming in his seat, surrounded by his friends and praying not a single one notices the tent being pitched in his pants. “that wasn’t very nice of you.”
you give an experimental roll of your hips, feeling the buzzing toy nudge against you once more, coaxing back to life the orgasm you’d let down.
a dramatised gasp leaves your mouth, aiming for him to take notice of it and just think about what you’re doing to yourself.
“no,” he finally talks and you hate how quickly your anger is to melt away, one foul swoop of his smooth voice and you melt into a puddle, waiting to be splashed around by him. “wasn’t nice of me at all, was it?”
the toy between your legs continues to hum away, coaxing you to try another roll, dip your hips down onto it.
a moan- admitedly, a bit exagerated- fills the room.
there’s no doubt he heard it.
“you sound a bit weird, baby,” in the mirror, you watch yourself tilt your head to the side, pressing the phone between your ear and your shoulder. it frees up your other hand to roam freely over your breasts, rolling one of your nipples through the lace. “is the connection bad?”
he doesn’t answer.
down the line, you pick up on more heavy breathing.
it makes you long harder for him, visualising him there, pressed up against you, heavy breathing in your ear as the tension builds between you, culminating in the buckling of your knees and the grabbing of your ass, propping you up at his desired height to pile-drive his cock into you.
in a desperate appeal for his attention, you dip the vibrator lower, pressing it’s nub against your opening, squealing at the foreign intrusion.
“d’you hear that, daddy? my pussy’s all wet,” a filthy squelch rings true as you replace the toy with your finger, squeezing it’s way into your hole. “she’s all tight with no one to stretch her out.”
the possibility that you’re setting feminism back by several centuries crosses your mind, but it’s quickly pushed aside for images of your boyfriend forcing you onto all-fours and taking you from behind, pulling at your hair to force you to stare straight ahead at the very same mirror that used to display you playing dress-up as a little girl, now displaying the way you’re sweaty and defiled.
“now, that’s just not true, pumpkin,” his voice tuts down the phone, and the disapproving tone is enough to have you slipping a second finger into your cunt. “and no one likes a liar.”
if you weren’t knuckles deep in yourself, fingers scissoring you open as you give the occasional brush of the buzzing toy over your clit, maybe you’d know what he was talking about.
instead, all you can muster is a breathless what.
“c’mon, pretty, i’ve seen that video of you taking it like a champ. stretched that slutty pussy out on all ten of those bright pink inches.”
oh.
oh.
truth be told, you wondered if he’d even seen that video you’d sent him, all shy and bashful, wanting to show off the new toy you’d gotten yourself. he’d merely reacted with a heart- and then never once brought it up, ever again.
“are you going to keep me waiting?”
you should say yes.
tell him it’s his punishment, for ignoring your texts, and partying too late, and not being beside you on the bed.
but you’re a sucker for him, caving in at his rougher than usual tone.
scurrying off your mattress, you press the phone closer to your ear and listen to the rustling of fabric on his end.
a zipper is undone.
it’s followed by a sigh of relief, one that has you picturing him freeing his cock from the confines of his too-tight jeans.
“chop, chop, pretty! i’m losing my patie-”
“i found it!” you exclaim, louder than you should.
but who cares, when you’ve got your hand wrapped around the bright pink dildo, pride flushing over your face.
“so you can fetch,” he mutters it. it’s hard to hear him, really, but you don’t want to complain. don’t want to risk him hanging up and leaving you high and dry- well, high and wet. “good to know you’re good for something.”
it’s addictive, his passiveness, coaxing you to squeeze your thighs together.
your panties are sticky with your own residue, your nipples are hard within their circumferential coffins, your fingers are soaked as they grip the pulsing toy.
you’ve still not turned it off.
“now, sit yourself down in front of that mirror and show daddy how you ride it.”
you’re across the room in a matter of seconds, slipping down so easily onto your knees, right in front of the floor-length mirror. pressing the dildo down on the ground, you listen as the suction cup sticks it in place, standing bright, and pink, and tall.
“i’m-” the call drops before you can finish your sentence.
you’re left in silence, once more, humming down the line.
it doesn’t last, phone screen lighting up once more.
only, this time, it’s a face-time call.
you waste no time on patience, blindly hitting accept and admiring the way you come in to view, back camera on and pointed directly at the your reflection.
you’re on display, down on your knees and awaiting his next command.
tearing your ego away from the small square you occupy on the screen you audibly whine at the view from his camera.
lowlights, casting shadows around him.
his head is out of frame, camera angled down onto his body.
his clothing is all black- his jeans, his t-shirt, the ring that sits round his index finger-, the only splash of colour coming from his tanned hand, curled around the base of his cock.
tugged out of his jeans, it’s red at the tip and leaking precum.
this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him this way, obviously, yet something is different.
something you like.
something that has your mouth watering and your tastebuds begging to taste the tangy, salty drip of his seed smeared all over them.
“well? get on with it, pretty girl,” tonight, he’s arrogant. demanding. “don’t quit while you’re ahead.”
staring forward, you make eye contact with yourself as you gather up the saliva in your mouth and let it drip down on to the plastic tip sitting in front of you. your free hand’s quick to wrap itself around the toy, soaking itself in your spit and working it’s way down the toy’s shaft, slickening the silicone.
on the screen, his own hand imitates yours, giving himself a slow stroke. it’s accompanied with a pleased hum.
“fucking look at you, a goddamn natural at touching cock,” his praise warms your heart and speeds up your hand, another glob of spit falling down onto the dildo, getting it prepped to nestle it between your thighs. “it’s what slut’s like you live for, ain’t it? taking it from anyone who’ll give it.”
god, you want to say no. you really do.
but you’re hardly in a position to argue your case, soaked panties and heaving chest, willing to do just about anything he asks of you.
“don’t be shy, c’mon, let me see how good that little pussy of yours is.”
inching yourself closer, knees dragging on the floor below, you grind against the pink toy, eyes rolling back as it brushes between your panty-clad folds, nudging at your clit.
“move them to the side,” miles away, and resigned to merely your cellphone, he puppets you, invisible strings tethered between his voice and your hands, willing and ready to move anyway he commands them too. “wanna watch you take it.”
you do as he says. hook your fingers into the red lace, slide it to one side and ignore the way it digs and scratches into your skin, bunched up tight against it.
first, you make sure you're in view, hand as steady as it can be and pointed straight ahead at the mirror.
then, you let yourself sink down.
take just the tip, feel it prod at your entrance and stretch you open, a greedy cunny willing to fit anything and everything to get the sweet release of friction.
you suck a breath in through your teeth, let it out through your nose.
in earnest, you’d forgotten the sheer girth of the toy and, eyeing your reflection and witnessing the offensively pink silicone cock beneath you fills you with a trickle of regret.
the plan this evening was just to use your vibrator and trusty fingers, not stretch yourself open beyond sense.
then again, the plan this evening had been for him to call you nearly three quarters of an hour earlier, blushy cheeked and wide-eyed, smiling down at you through his camera.
“pft, that’s pathetic,” he scoffs from within your phone screen, hand no longer working over his length. it rests, instead, beneath his balls, toying with the skin and rolling the heft of them over his veined hands. “you’re pathetic. ‘s that all you’re gonna take, huh?”
you take it like a challenge, just like he knew you would.
smoothing your free hand over your thigh, you feel the rigid muscles beneath and will them to relax, let go, give in to need to be full. moments later, you watch in the mirror as you sink further down on the toy.
it’s hard to recognise yourself this way and it sparks questions of if this is how he sees you, all dressed up and messed up, lips swollen at the hands of your own teeth, lashes damp with your own tears.
you really are the prettiest girl.
“tick-tock, time’s moving. keep going.”
as you sink down on the rest of the toy, heart in your throat as all your nerves spark ablaze, your eyes are on him, watching in grainy picture as he delicately runs his finger up the underside of his cock. he traces a vein and it has him jolting, a whimpered laugh quietly playing through your speakers.
“that’s it, knew you could do it for me,” it really is all for him, his praise merely a consequence of your compliance. “good to know you’re not a complete brain-dead idiot.”
the heat of your childhood bedroom is stiffling, choking you on it’s syrupy air, the heady stench of lust dancing up to your nostrils.
you wonder if his surroundings are the same: clammy, sex-smelling, erotic.
"tell me how it feels," he demands.
"full," is all you manage, head slumping forward and granting you the view from above of your puffy lips, squeezing around the toy’s base.
“for a slut like you? that’s nothing.”
he’s tempting you, cock on full display on your phone-screen.
it has you salivating, walls clenching around the pink silicone.
you’ve never wanted him so bad, needed him so bad.
in your hand, in your mouth, in you.
cock-hungry and touchstarved, you whine his name and beg for something you’ve yet to even understand.
all that you know is you need him, all of him, and you need him to feel the same.
“what’re you waiting for, an invitation?” oh, he growls, voice scratching on his ire and desperation. it’s spine-tingling. “start fucking the toy, princess.”
the first thrust is the deepest.
lifting yourself right off the toy, feeling the over-exaggerated tip of it resting between your folds, you sink back down with a single slam of your hips, hand jutting forward to grab at the mirror.
fingerprints on the glass, you try not to think about how you’ll have to clean it later.
“‘s that all you got?” he’s mean tonight, you think, his praise far more scarce than you’re used to. usually, you take an inch and he’s ready to throw you a parade. you like this side, though, like the fight for approval. “i’ve seen nuns take it faster than that.”
it’s hypochondria.
it’s a simile.
it’s symbolism.
it’s a lie.
but you let it get to you, let it fester down into your loins and build itself a nest within, infecting your bloodstream with it’s elusive possibilities.
you come down on the toy again, and follow it up with another quick lift of your hips, your own slick leaving it’s shiny residue on the dildo as you watch it slide out of you.
when you glance at the screen, you can see he’s started stroking his cock, shameless and unfiltered moans and whimpers coming from somewhere off screen.
usually, he’s a groaner, a grunter, snuffing out his little noises with presses of his lips to your skin, and teeth piercing into flesh.
this is another welcomed change.
matching the rhythm of his wrist, you begin to ride the plastic cock in earnest, letting yourself get lost in the fantasies of him beneath you, hands pawing at your waist and fingernails indenting your delicate skin.
his filth riddled rambles continue on, lyrics to the symphony of music created as you play yourselves like instruments, plucking the right string and stroking the right chord to make your music play.
“that’s it, pretty, fill that greedy pussy up.”
his hand speeds up.
your wrists chase to catch up.
“dirty slut, answering calls while she’s touching herself.”
up, and down.
and up, and down.
you’re fighting the muscle cramp in your thigh, and willing yourself to get rid of that hyper-aware conscious of yours, surrender yourself to ebb and flow of electric currents taking hold of your senses.
“just desperate for anyone to see you like this, aren’t you?”
you’re not even aware of your own head nodding, or the chants of yes, yes, yes that you’re giving.
you’re just living for the drag of the toy, in and out, filling you to the brim.
the reflection paints a portrait, an artwork for any eyes who dare witness. messy hair, running mascara, smeared lipstick. panties pushed aside, cunt on display, tits bouncing in lace confines each time your hips fall back down.
you watch as this sex-goddess version of you reaches out her hand, grasping fingers at the rabbit and bringing a burst of purple to the space between your thighs.
there’s no care to fix the setting, just a squeeze of a button and away you go, vibrator pressed to your clit as you fuck yourself on the toy again, and again, and again.
he hums in approval, calls you his smart slut, and you keen at his words, eyes glazing over with tears.
it’s all becoming too much.
too overwhelming.
you’re ready to crash and burn, open the floodgates to hell and throw yourself into the lakes of pleasure.
“hmm, pretty girl, y’know red really is your colour,” he’s embarrassingly more composed than you are. not a shake in his breath, not a stutter to his words. just the occasional moan, and the visible tightening of his fingers around his cock. “i’d love to see you dripping in it.”
everything comes crashing inwards. the length of the toy, ramming into you each time your hips crash down on it; the buzz of the vibrator, rippling your skin and stealing your sense; the erotic display of him, legs spread wide as he fucks up into his hand, tiny flecks of precum staining his skin. it’s all too much stimuli, sending you full throttle of the edge of reality.
you cum with a gasp, a cry, a shiver down your spine and a bust of warmth between your legs. like raging waters, the feeling flows, and crashes, and stains everything in it’s soaking madness.
it’s on your thighs, on the floor, even on the mirror, visual evidence of a climax you never knew was possible for yourself.
“fuck, fuck!” he’s still going, more desperate than ever, the repeated schlick-schlick of his hand taking over the beating of your heart. “d’you just squirt, huh? filthy, filthy pussy, got herself and all her belongings wet. go on, don’t be shy, lick your mirror clean-”
your phone buzzes.
it’s a fight through the orgasmic haze to read the screen.
yunho <3 - sorry babe, the guys keep buying rounds
yunho <3 - promise i’ll phone you as soon as i can
it takes reading it twice more to really read it.
process it.
understand it.
your heart drops to your stomach.
your lungs swell till they threaten to burst out your ribs.
your legs scramble off the toy, head shaking frantically.
no, no, no.
“what’s wrong, pumpkin?” god, you feel sick.
that’s not your boyfriend’s voice.
you watch the phone, paralysed in your own fear.
there he appears, in all his masked glory, haunting you straight out of your nightmares.
that very same mask, months ago, stood in your room watching over you, a blood soaked knife in his hand and your dead roommate at his feet.
“c’mon, silly girl, don’t tell me you didn’t know,” his words fill your throat with bile. because he’s right, how did you not know? “no, mister ghostface, i just thought my boyfriend’s cock got fatter! pathetic.”
oh god, oh god. yunho, you picture him now, sat among his seven friends, joking over alcohol infused delusions and awaiting his return to his hotel room, to call you and give you the night he’d promised you.
meanwhile, you’re naked, and afraid, and still reeling from the orgasm you’d let this crazed murderer prey witness to.
to make matters worse, you hate the way you’re not as scared as you should be.
or, really, that you’re as turned on as you are put off by the idea of this cruel torturer.
visions of riding that hollow-cheeked mask are fleeting, but vivid enough to have your eyes welling in shameful tears and your legs jumping in remorseful delight.
“you still want it, don’t you?” you should be looking away, hanging up, calling the police. not staring, wide-eyed and unblinking, as the man- the monster on your screen slaps the head of his hard cock against a toned stomach. and you definitely shouldn’t imagine him slapping the head of his cock against your asshole, teasing you with the fear of being defiled only to plunge deep into your cunt in one foul swoop. “yeah, you do. can see you rubbing your thighs together just at the sight of it. bet you’d like to know how’d it feel to be fucked nice and full of me while my knife’s pressed to your throat. just edging you between your orgasm and your deat-”
you hang up.
sit back.
count to ten.
ten.
nine.
eight.
seven.
your ringtone blares again.
unknown caller.
you hit ignore.
restart counting.
make it to four this time.
it calls again.
ignore.
ignore.
ignore.
you phone buzzes.
the notification reads unknown - 1 message.
messenger opens.
a picture.
of your house, taken from across the street. it’s dark, only the light of your bedroom and, within it, the blurred image of you. earlier, fresh out the shower wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
you phone buzzes, once more, and a text appears just beneath the image.
unknown- close ur courtains, u never know who’s watching.
you take a deep breath, stare out your window.
type out a reply.
curtains*
and block the number.
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M O S A I Q U E x SimspirationBuilds . (patreon - beachfront tier, early access)
Hello all!
A collab with the beautiful @simspirationbuilds for you this month! The mosaïque set was made to help you create the perfect pottery/ceramic, creative space. It contains 18 new meshes, including a pottery wheel & a small stool, some sculpting tools, sponges, plates & bowls, a cute little clothing line with rags, an apron with hooks, antique tin containers, a step ladder, surfaces etc! I mostly focused on beautiful textures, an antique & used look for most objects, everything in a calming & natural palette.
↓ details & download link under the cut ↓
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Like our previous collabs, SimspirationBuilds created the most beautiful build & some amazing content to compliment this set. You have to go check it out, it's just stunning! Her patreon page here: [X] & her instagram here: [X]
I hope you enjoy this set & happy simming!
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NSFT Alphabet: Alva Lorenz
More wonderwall! lol this for @vaecci and written with the help of @turbulentscrawl
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Alva seems like the type to be good at aftercare. Checking on you, rubbing parts you point out are sore, he also allows you to touch him if you need that part of aftercare to focus yourself (it is also why he is touching you and talking you through it too)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His mind, until you say what physically he likes about himself. He would then say hands (privately you say his mouth wink). He likes your hair, as texture and stim for him. This goes for your nails and hands.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He does not hate it per se but he is quick to clean it up and would cum on you on easy spots like the stomach or back.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It is not a dirty secret but he would like to have a child with you. Not a breeding kink but just something a man of his age and time would want his partner.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
The man was married so he would know what to do.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You on your back uwu
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Serious
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not much hair, and if there is hair it is very well groomed
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
He is enjoying himself
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t have a high enough sex drive to get him going
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He is not very kinky tbh and given both a man of his time and him only having a high libido, I don't think he explored much. You can offer some things tho! Just understand if he not going to choke you during sex. I agree with him being the type to like seeing you dressed up and know what is underneath all of that too.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His room or yours, the man is private
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Alva has low libido but it does not mean some things do not ‘spark’ the mood sort of speak.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Impact play
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
The man is amazing, too good, you gonna be lying on his desk pretty sure you unlocked the secrets of the universe
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I think he can be fast as he gets close but I do not think he would go straight to fast and rough. He is slow and sensual, enjoying the moment type
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
No quickies, again he is enjoying the moment
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
You gonna have to bring it up to him tbh
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can push two rounds tops (great foreplay so don't worry)
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He does enjoy toys and would use a remote-controlled vibrator on you in the privacy of his room while he works. Also, the use of toys is encouraged if you have a high sex drive, he can’t keep up and would encourage you to use those (of course he will not just toss that on you, this is spoken about before anything sexual happens between you both).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can tease especially when you hand over control of the vibrator
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Quite but breathy
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Uses electrical stimulation
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He satisfying
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Low sex drive
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He fall asleep with you
#idv#reader insert#identity v x reader#idv x reader#identity v#identity v x you#idv x you#alva lorenz x reader#alva lorenz#identity v hermit#idv hermit#hermit x reader#hermit x you
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Stained lips
This one I made for my very good friend @flowerie-lumi , I hope you enjoy it<3 thank you for being my inspiration (also this art was my inspiration)
Pairing: Kazuha X Fem!reader
Warnings: S M U T without any plot, curse words. It's still considered very soft and cute I think
Type: Drabble
Word count: 871 words
Summary: oh what your pink lipstick does to him.
God he looks so good with swollen lips and your lipstick stained on them. The way his eyes are still half closed while his eyebrows are fully relaxed, he’s asking for more kisses even if his lips are already so swollen. The small bit of saliva covering his lips make them look even more delicious, who wouldn’t want to kiss them more? You lean in and press your lips against his again, immediately you feel him kiss you back, hands finding their way to your waist to pull you closer. He pulls you fully on top of his lap, his hands trailing down to your ass, softly squeezing it.
God his lips are addicting, his touches are addicting, his noises are addicting, he is addicting. You pull away to gasp for some air, his eyes now looking at you with such lust, such need. “You taste so good.” He quietly says, eyes already looking back down at your lips before they look back up at your eyes. “More.” You watch him immediately lean in again and he presses his lips on yours once more. It feels desperate, the way he kisses you. The way his tongue slips inside almost immediately, the way needy little noises leave his swollen lips and the way his teeth softly nibble your bottom lip.. This alone already makes you realize what he truly wants. Yet even if that wouldn’t give you enough hints, his hands would. The grip onto your body gentle yet with a touch of lust. Gripping your waist tightly, groping your ass lustfully and stroking over any exposed skin he can find with such gentle fingers.
This time you pull away from the kiss and your eyes catch the small bit of saliva between you and Kazuhas lips break its connection. The boy before you looks at you with those same lustful eyes, asking you to continue without using any words. You grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it up, removing it from your body and his eyes immediately trail over your body with such love and lust for it. His left hand softly holds onto your waist while the other explores your every curve and every skin texture. “You’re so gorgeous, my dove. Indescribably beautiful.” His lips find their way on your neck, pressing soft kisses here and there and creating small marks on your empty canvas. You can’t help but put a hand on his head, stroking through his long locks of hair, loving how it looks when it’s out of its usual ponytail. Your hand grabs onto Kazuha’s hand, softly stroking over his burn scars before pressing them against your chest as an invitation. The kisses pressed against your neck get more intense as his scarred hand squeezed your breast. “Stunning.” He whispers before both his hands move to your back to unclip your bra and fully remove it from your body. “Touch me more..” You softly speak out, your lips also just as swollen but still needy enough for more.
“As you wish, my love.”
His lips trail kisses down your neck to your collarbones until it eventually lands on your chest. You let out a small mewl the moment his tongue flicks over your nipple before his lips are fully around it. He sucks on it, your other nipple getting attention from his hand, squeezing and tugging on it gently. Your filthy mouth let’s more noises out, more moans and each sounding needier than the other. Your upper body feels so good being touched by the love of your life, your pussy is drenched because of all the attention he’s giving you. But you’re not dumb, you also know the effect you’re giving your lover. The tent in his pants is visibly shown and you can’t help but press your hand against it, softly palming him through his layers of fabric. You hear a soft whimper out of his mouth followed up with a; “fuck~”, something you love to hear whenever you touch him. Curse words like that, come out of his mouth so effortlessly beautiful and lustful. “Dove.. it feels good.. but I bet your lips would feel even better around it..” His words send shivers down your spine and even more tingles down your pussy. At this point you know your panties are completely soaked but you don’t care, he will remove them soon anyways.
“I’ll do anything for you.” You tell him without any shame. Kazuha lifts his head and looks into your eyes for a hot minute before he leans in again for another kiss. In the meantime his hands unbutton your pants and open your zipper before one of his hands slip inside your pants and underwear. Shamelessly you let out a moan once you feel his finger touch your clit gently. You feel his lips curl up and you already know what he’s about to say. “You’re so wet.” Despite knowing damn well he was going to say that, you still get goosebumps from his words. “Cause of you..” you say, a blush covering your cheeks.
“I know, but you started with those gorgeous pink lips of yours you know? Teasing me with them.. Now shall we continue?”
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Thank you for reading <3
Much love,
Angel
Made on: 04/09/2023
#kazuha x reader#kazuha x you#kazuha x y/n#kazuha smut#kazuha x reader smut#genshin impact kazuha#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact kazuha x reader#genshin smut#genshin kazuha#genshin kazuha x reader#genshin kazuha smut#genshin kazuha x y/n#genshin kazuha x you#kazuha kaedehara#kaedehara kazuha smut#kaedehara kazuha
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Krita tutorial the way I know it.
Basics: What is where.
Gimmicks.
Specific advice on specific tools.
Basics: What is where.
Upon opening the program this is what you're met with. First of all, must comment: The layout is HEAVILY editable so you can just drag menus anywhere you want, even leave them floating amidst the sheet you're drawing on.
You can create custom art templates, I have two o'mine here as both have my signature background color.
As well, you can edit the custom document settings, as in what size you want it, what resolution, even the initial content of the image. As well you can create from clipboard: Just copy some image from your browser and Krita will recognize it (useful for making meme edits lol).
Now, once you have your file, I will show you what is where.
Brushes:
Brushes are easy to edit and there are tons of free bundles to download online. I myself only got one bundle, Jackpack (bit hard to find now due to original source being lost, it is still available but bit tricky to come by).
There. Are. Tons.
Some of these are my custom brushes for calligraphy in neography, you might even guess which ones. You can edit existing brushes, make new ones from the ones you've edited without changing the original, and all sorts of stuff (more below in the third chapter).
There are numerous packages of brushes once you enter Krita, but only one/two are available when you first open it. To unlock them all, click here:
And make sure all bundles are dark gray in color (example of both dark and light below).
Now Tools Options: those will pop up depending on what tool you're using.
Symmetry: Fun stuff. You can drag the lines depending on how you need them and then center them back to the center of the screen if needed.
Gradients and Textures also have their tools options, you can play with those to get the feeling what they can do (more in third chapter).
The Filters tab is useful too. Blurring, motion blurring, color mapping, artistic filters and all that: Quite fun.
Gimmicks.
Krita allows you to customize your workspace freely. Floating menus, tabs, anything you want. It has quite many drivers at that-
To access the workspace templates, go to Window and choose Workspace.
Krita allows for copy-pasting any image onto the sheet. Though, for me it sometimes crashes if I accidentally copy-paste text into it without choosing the Text tool first.
The software allows for both raster and vector work. It is basically Photoshop sharpened to be used by artists primarily.
There are some interesting mechanics regarding the Eraser (default bind E).
You can use it with any brush, allowing for textured erasure/quick work. Good for sketching.
You can use it on gradients (given there's a transparent point on the gradient preset).
There's a Multibrush tool:
People say Krita is good for animation but my brain can't wrap around it yet honestly @~@.
The keybinds:
B - Brush tool.
E - Erase tool option.
M - Mirror (useful for checking accuracy from a new angle).
Ctrl - Color pick (when used with brush or other color-using tools).
Shift+L.Mouse+drag - Changes the size of the brush by dragging left and right.
Ctrl+E - Merge layer with the one below.
Ctrl+G - Group selected layers.
Ctrl+A - Select whole sheet.
Ctrl+Shift+A - Deselect everything.
F - Bucket tool.
G - Gradient tool.
Ctrl+S - Save document.
Ctrl+Shift+S - Save As document.
Ctrl+N - New document.
Ctrl+O - Open document (will be seen in a new tab on top of the sheet).
Ctrl+C - Copy selected layer or selection.
Ctrl+X - Cut selected layer or selection.
Ctrl+V - Paste copied/cut layer or selection.
Q - Multibrush tool.
R.Mouse - Interesting thing: Opens up a quick selector for brushes and colors you've already used in the piece.
1 - Zoom 100%.
2 - Zoom to fit the piece vertically.
3 - Zoom to fit the piece horizontally.
4, 5, 6 - Turn 15 degrees (4 and 6) or undo the turning whatsoever (5).
Ctrl+I - Negative filter applied to layer.
Ctrl+U - Color editing on the layer.
Ctrl+Y - Soft proofing mode (for color mistakes and stuff like that, mostly annoying for me tbh).
Ctrl+T - Transform selection/layer.
Ctrl+R - Square select tool.
Ctrl+J - Lasso select tool.
Honestly you can just hover your mouse over tools and see their shortcut binds, as well. Or edit them in Settings.
Specific advice on specific tools.
Brush:
Brush editor is a great tool for making custom brushes, and it even has a sratchpad to test them out. Lots of settings, but no need to be afraid; Most of them you might never use on purpose.
Use Brush Smoothing for great and pretty lines in lining pieces or making calligraphy.
Gradient:
The four icons to the right top are:
Mirror gradient.
Arrange by lightness value.
Arrange by color value.
Space the stops evenly.
Click the gradient to add a new stop. The three things to the left are:
Make the stop use Primary Color.
Make the stop use Secondary Color.
Make the stop use a fixed color.
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⛈ ★ Watermelon Face ★ ⛈
• (Marshall Lee x g/n reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p
• 7 1 4 w o r d s
• p o s t e d 13.07.2023
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• s u m m a r y: marshall and reader are hanging out at the beach, and marshall is being his usual annoying self.
It was sunny and unbearably hot in Aaa. Dang, even Marshall was hot.
Not like that.
You sat under a weirdly colored umbrella, dressed in light clothes, relishing in the cool the ocean wind and shade provided. Candy citizens splashed in the water far from your secluded spot on the rocky beach, surrounded by half-submerged vehicles and objects you couldn't even name.
You adjusted your large sun hat and sipped a cold drink. You didn't need the hat, you were wearing it in solidarity with... an annoying vampire that was levitating on your right, under the umbrella, dawning a hat, gloves, the whole anti-sun fit.
He floated down and you frowned. He hadn't said a word yet, but you anticipated something dumb. It was right on the edge of his forked tongue.
"What's that?" His pleasant and casual baritone rang out by your ear, and you felt yourself shiver at his cold-ass hands on your shoulders.
You flinched and moved away. You gave him a side-eye.
"Mojito with watermelon eyeballs," You stated with no interest, sipping with displeasure. The breeze blew by, and a drop of condensation hit your leg.
"So are they... eyes? Or watermelon?" Marshall tilted his head, raising a brow, pointing at the glass.
The eyes bobbed up and down in liquid between chunks of ice. You grimaced, chewing through one and swallowing thickly.
"I don't know, but the texture is terrible. Worst mistake ever." You shuddered as the chewed up chunks of the fruit and or organ slid down your throat, finally out of your mouth. You took a gulp of the fizz. You stared out into the ocean. Gentle lapis waves rolled and crashed onto the golden shore. The sun still burned, and cream clouds floated along the horizon; a march into oblivion.
You inhaled fresh air, chunks of ice stinging your mouth and teeth. In a good way.
"Eating the ice?"
And there, your moment of serenity was quickly interrupted. Or obscured, more like. By Marshall.
Your brows lowered and you crunched loudly.
"Yea, is crunchy," You said with a full mouth.
Marshall laughed at your expression, putting his long arms behind his head, lounging mid air. Was it bothering you? Kind of. Did you have enough energy to bicker with him?
Your frown deepened.
No. That was your Glob-damned off day!
Marshall clicked his tongue, gestured with his hand, and closed his eyes.
"I prefer to crunch on the bones of my enemies," He quipped as he opened his eyes and hissed out the "s", his scleras black and his irises and pupils a bright red. You suppressed a smile.
"You know what else is cold and hard?" He said in an aloof, teasing tone.
Marshall smirked.
Your smile and frown fell, replaced by thinly concealed horror.
"What." It was less of a question and more of a panicked stammer.
Double take wasn’t enough. Not even triple take. You nearly choked on your drink. You stared at his cold hands and forced your eyes to stare into his demonic crimson eyes. You hoped dearly that he couldn't read minds.
"The beds in the Ice Kingdom! I stayed over at Simona's last night and my back still hurts," He explained calmly, looking away. When his eyes fell on you, he burst out into a cackle, spinning and clutching his stomach as his hat nearly fell off.
"What did you think I was gonna say?!" He threw back his head, fangs brandished and eyes watching you.
"... Well.... you know..."
The words died in your throat with your dignity. You felt your face heat up as you pressed yourself into your chair.
"What?" He smirked, drawling, unable to contain his amusement at your suffering.
"Nothing." You looked down, metaphorical tail between your legs. You were definitely red with how much your face burned. When condensation dripped on your leg again, you flinched.
Thoughts? Ninety miles per hour. Face? One billion degrees.
He floated closer to you. He wouldn't flippin’ dare. His hands extended to your face.
"Wow, hey there watermelon fa-"
You cut him off by chucking a handful of ice at his face. He caught it with his maw. He crunched loudly, arms folded. He looked into nowhere for a bit.
He smiled, still chewing.
"Oh, it is crunchy!"
#w r i t i n g#a d v e n t u r e t i m e#marshall lee#marshall lee x reader#marshall lee/reader#if this has any errors... i will lose It#★
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hello!!!!!! i was wondering if u could write an abed nadir x reader mayhaps.. fluff or smut, i don’t mind !!!! i am so starved for abed content pleek.
HOLY SHIT HELLO MY FIRST FUCKING REQ????? HOLY SHIT YES OF COURSE ABED CONTENT IS LACKING!!! I WILL PROVIDE!!
introduction to art
abed nadir x reader
warnings: i’m very high so not proofread, nsfw, jeff’s ego, makeout, oral m!receiving, fingering, (in pt2) no pierce (i’m sorry but i won’t write anything pierce would do or say)
enjoy!! reader is afab if u didn’t want that i can change it if needed 🙏🏻🙏🏻 but gn prns!!! also! reader sits next to jeff in the open chair
“y/n? wake up!” opening your eyes while groaning softly “you can’t keep falling asleep, we need to keep studying” annie said rolling her eyes. “but this is borrrrriinnng” you yawn stretching your arms. “then leave, no one’s keeping you here yknow” annie crossed her arms while puffing her bottom lip. “gladly” you stood up but before you could pick your bag up, “you can’t.” you looked back up to the source of the voice, locking eyes with abed, his brows furrowed, “we have our art project due tomorrow.” he cocks his head slightly to the side awaiting your response. “so? you guys are studying for a class i don’t have with the rest of you, this is basically pointless for me. plus it’s almost 10, we all should be home right now.” you cross your arms, bag on your back ready to walk out. abeds mouth snaps shut as he looked to jeff as if he could stop you, jeff rolled his eyes saying “how about you and abed go to the other study room for your project and we can give him the notes tomorrow.” you practically wanted to murder jeff. 5 mins away from peaceful slumber yet now morally aware how unfair it was to leave abed to fend for himself. turning on your heels you walked to the opposite of the room “cmom im tired, let’s get this over with” tapping abed on his shoulder “aw, that’s nice.” shirley commented as abed packed up to follow you out in the direction of the other study room.
“what’s the assignment anyway?” you both put your bags down and sat next to eachother “expressing the human form and fabric texture” he pulls his notebook out, looking for the description of the assignment. “ah, okay…” you copy his actions, knowing you don’t have the notes because you fell asleep in the class. “since we’re partners on this one, you can be the model and i will draw it” abed says as he turns to you. “what? that’s not fair cmon.” you pout slightly, the thought of basically modeling for someone who you had feelings for was not something you wanted to do. “but you don’t have the notes” he points to your empty notebook then glancing at his notes. “fine.” you sigh and put your head in your hands awaiting further instructions. “it says arrange for a live model, examine the flow of fabric on the body while drawing it.” you get up, trying to hide the fact you were practically sweating, “draw me like one of your french girls, abed” you joke as he turns his chair around to look at you, “you have to be naked for that reference to work” he says looking down to start the sketch “what?? it was perfect timing, i think i hit the mark either way.” you groan back, “no, it doesn’t count, you can’t quote something that doesn’t apply to what’s happening. plus your not laying down” annoyed, you respond “yes i can! i can quote whatever i want! it doesn’t matter if i’m laying down naked or not.” you cross your arms. “yes it does.” he keeps sketching, “no, it doesn’t” “yes, it does.” “fine!” you yell, you’re tired and just wanted to make a joke, but now your irritated, you pull your sweater off, and next your pants. abed stares back at you, “you’re still not naked” he shakes his head almost burrowing it into his notebook, he’s seen half naked people before yea, but not you. you intrigued him, you never got mad at his ramblings, you watched kickpuncher with him when troy couldn’t, you’ve shown him movies you like, and he actually enjoys them. though you make crappy jokes about them, or *cough cough* quote them wrong *cough cough* something about you drew him in. he could read people so well, and he could read you too, but he still couldn’t figure out why he liked you so much. bringing him out of his thoughts you joke “why do you want me naked so bad?” “i don’t.” he lied. “so you think i’m ugly?” you push him further, “no” your laughter dies down, “oh?” you question, “wait. what’s happening? are you flirting?” he looks up at you, noticing that you’re a little too close than he remembers you being. “do you want me to be?” you ask looking down at your feet. he stands up, cocking his head to the side, looking down at you, “yes” he says.
PART TWO IS UP! NSFW! READ HERE, 18+ ONLY!
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" Leo never gave up on us , I'm not giving up on him ! ,, "
➤; ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ.↶
Hello!!
PLS IGNORE TGE ART ITS OLD.
I'm Michelangelo Hamato , or more commonly known as mikey!
↷✦; l e a r n m o r e a b o u t m e ?
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
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♡ ~ Any pronouns
╰╴pref : he / orange / star
♡ ~ Genderflid , pansexual
♡ ~ MINOR
♡ ~ ROTTMNT Michelangelo fictionkin
pronouns page
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leo : brother , @x-neon-leon-x / @mesozoic-system
donnie : brother , @donnie-donatello
peaches : adopted pet hobo , @peaches0015
♡♡♡ :
sleepy : adopted mother , @sleepis4theweak
mike : twin , @mikebeanz
leo : brother , @tinker-the-dragon
if you are a version of one of my family members and think that automatically makes us family , you're wrong. It takes a certain connection for me to consider someone family.
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get to know me more! :
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DNI :
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T-cesters
proshippers
ableists
racism
homophobia
transphobia
accounts with names or profiles of the shr3dder / kr@ng
accounts with names or profiles containing heavy g//re , t//rtue , N$FW , etc.
basic DNIs.
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likes and dislikes!
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likes :
monster energy drinks
pizza
skateboarding
drawing
cooking
Lou Jitsu
Jupiter Jim
helping others
being with family
stickers
Dislikes :
loud / sudden sounds
weird textures
reading big books
strong smells
rude people
when things move too quickly or too slow
big words
lots of pressure
making decisions
being alone
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Triggers :
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Kr//ng
Shr//der
yelling < all caps in a /neg way >
me or any of my familys deaths
apocalyptic future
Pr//son dim//nsion
ROTTMNT movie events.
This is tumblr , i know that some people arent going to respect my triggers. Please dont be one of those people , all I ask is that you at least TRY to respect my triggers on my page ,, 🧡
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animals
icecream kitty
perfect / satisfying videos
crushing things
comforting things / scenarios
soft / fluffy things
music
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" Yay ! Arts and crafts !! "
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post tags :
#🎨 my art
#🔁 reblog
#💌 mikeys asks
#🩹 answered
family tags :
#🗡 big bro :p ( @x-neon-leon-x )
#🤓 big nerd ( @donnie-donatello )
#💙 brotherly love ( @tinker-the-dragon )
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my OCs stories / my AUs :
carrot cake. ↓
#carrot cake the turtle & #tmnt foodie au
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Thank you for taking the time to read this! Feel free to DM me or Ask me anything! <3
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Baraka NSFW Alphabet
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 666 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version
A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?
- This being his second time, he's not quite sure what to do. You'll have to tell him. He'll either be up for another round or sleep.
B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?
- His arms or his cock. It's the least terrifying thing about him. Also, he's pretty big, and in Outworld, the bigger the better. For you, it would be your legs.
C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?
- Salty and an almost grey color
D: Dirty Secret
- His sense of smell is great. He'll know when you're turned on and he loves that smell. From time to time, he may tell you that you smell great.
E: Experience - How much experience do they have?
- He slept with Mileena before, it wasn't a very enjoyable experience.
F: Favorite Position
- Doggy style. That way, you don't have to see his terrifying face. He will, however, do other positions if you're 100% sure and okay with it.
G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?
- He doesn't know many jokes and probably wouldn't understand some of them. However, he's not serious.
H: Hair - shaved, not shaved, color?
- Unshaved, it's the only hair he has. He has no desire to trim it either. Black.
I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?
- Mileena's a very demanding individual, he wouldn't want to treat you and her the same. Not very romantic, as he isn't sure what to do.
J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?
- Whenever he feels the need. Every couple of months.
K: Kink - Their kinks?
- Breeding, that's about it since he is limited because of his teeth and he doesn't know very many others.
L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?
- The bedroom. He doesn't really want to do it elsewhere, especially where people may see it. However, he wouldn't be opposed to showing everyone who you belong to.
M: Motivation - What gets them into it?
- You being turned on, lingerie, and seeing you naked.
N: No - Will not do/turns them off?
- Anything that causes pain or death or involves another person.
O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?
- Loves giving. He does have a long tongue, so it wouldn't be a problem. If you're scared, his teeth may cut you, he's fine with receiving.
P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?
- Hard and slow, unless he's angry at something, not at you.
Q: Quickie - How often?
- Whenever you want.
R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?
- It depends on what it is. He would like to discuss things before trying anything.
S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?
- 4-5 for about 40 minutes.
T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?
- No, he's never heard about them. You can't convince him to try them. He doesn't like them, they're annoying, and he can pleasure you far better than they can.
U: Unfair - How much do they tease?
- Not a lot, he's too busy trying to not cum inside you after just getting inside of you.
V: Volume - How loud are they?
- Not very loud, but will growl and say your name. He, unfortunately, cannot moan, so he growls instead. There is a difference between his anger growls and his pleasure growls.
W: Wild Card - Something random?
- Wouldn't mind kids. Him cumming inside of you multiple times is more of a way to show people who you belong to. Although no one can see and no one may know, the other Tarkatans will, due to their sense of smell. If you don't want kids, he'll break up eventually, as he does want at least one.
X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?
- 9½, slightly paler than him, darker towards the tip. Some noticeable veins, uncut.
Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?
- Pretty high, but has a lot of self-control. He will be in the mood when you are.
Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?
- As soon as you do, unless you're taking too long.
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Tanjiro Dirty Alphabet
Tanjiro Kamado
A: Aftercare
He would kiss all over your body and praise you on how well you did. He loves that you blush so much when he flirts, when he baths you, he ends up just saying constant compliments towards you.
B: Body Part
For you it’s his hands, because his hands might seem rough, and trust me they are, but he uses them with such care when he’s placing with your body.
C: Cum
It’s a creamy texture, but yet it’s really sticky. Not to mention it slides down the throat easily.
D: Dirty Secret
Along missions he’ll have dirty fantasies about you constantly, and it almost cost him his life (didn’t tell you), so that’s why sometimes he does get a bit rough.
E: Experience
He would never have sex till he was married, but once you two were husbands, he’ll be really nervous to the first couple of time, so you’ll have to be top and show him how it’s done.
F: Favourite position
He likes any position that he’s able to gays at your eye and/or see his cum slowly leak out your ass.
G: Goofy
Of course, our baby laughs at little mistakes he makes, and even kiss you if you were to, but if it was just a little bit important then he wouldn’t stop apologising.
H: Hair
Hasn’t until you guys do it, so if it bothers you then he’ll shave.
I: Intimacy
(How much love to they feel) He would love you no matter what and won’t stop telling you how good you did. (And I’m not even going to start on his sweet kisses.
J: Jack Off
Tanjiro doesn’t jack off, and even though he might have a boner, from thinking about you, he waits till it calms down. He takes his role as the eldest son seriously, and he takes it to himself to hold back.
K: Kink
He has a huge bunny tongue kink, so if you play with his cum in your mouth, he goes nutty over you, and if you were to say something dirty as for, “Your so sweet tonight Tanji”, he might actually faint from embarrassment.
L: Location
He doesn’t like it if you do it in public, so the only place he’s conferrable is in the bedroom of your own house.
M: Motivation
He love it when you hug him tight and kiss his neck with your soft lips.
N: NO
Doesn’t like people even close to hearing you two together in the bedroom.
O: Oral
Likes when your grip if tight on him. He likes you expression as well.
P: Pace
He starts slow then waits for you to ask before he continues, unless he’s needy, then he gets straight to the point and apologises for what he’s doing to the love of his life.
Q: Quickies
You guys see nothing wrong with tease, but Tanjiro prefers to take it slow and enjoy having you. He likes knocking you down slowly teasing you till your just at your brim and fuck you for a couple of seconds hard core to get his point across, you are his and you can never change that fact.
R: Risk
Doesn’t take any beside trying a new position once and again. He is a very save and loving partner to whoever ends up next in him, at the end of his life. Also he doesn’t mind if you want to try something so don’t be afraid to ask.
S: Stamina
Since he’s just as strong as a Hashira, he uses his breathing jurying sex to make it last longer then expected.
T: Toy
He only uses something when he’s finding it hard to get hard.
U: Unfair
He likes using his mouthly fluids as a type of lube, but instead of using his fingers he likes to eat your insides instead.
V: Volume
Quiet and sweet but growls are loud.
W: Wild card
He does think it’s cute of you to dress up like a cute bunny but he just caudles you, so nothing naughty from this boy.
X: X-ray
4-6 is how many he can pull out of you, but his actual amount could be around 15-20.
Y: Yearning
He doesn’t really get hard but if he catches you getting dressed then it make him go a little wild.
Z: zzz
He would be happy to spoon as the little one because he just loves the centre of your scent and the warmth that comes along with it. Not to mention he adores when you play with his hair.
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smut D, I, K, M, O, P, U & X for my favorite swede skwisgaar plzz<3333
D- Dirty Secret
Skwisgaar wants you to take control so badly. He knows how amazing he is at sex and the reputation he has to uphold in the bedroom, so he’s sort of ashamed of how desperately he wants to be tied up and used as his brain turns to mush with pleasure. He’s sick of being the expert in the situation, he sometimes just doesn’t want to think while he fucks.
He might eventually admit this to you, in a half-joking-but-not-really way while he desperately blushes of embarrassment. You should totally give in to him, he’s gonna be so pretty while he’s fucked out of his mind and willing to do anything to make you keep going.
I- Intimacy
He’s wonderful at making you feel special and loved during the deed. He touches all the right places, says all the right things, makes you feel good in all the right ways. And that’s without even trying! To him, your body is the same as his guitar; he has all the quirks on it’s form memorized and knows how to use them perfectly.
If he does put in the effort, he’s also very good at creating the perfect environment to make you lose yourself during sex. The smells, music, and textures he picks out are all hypnotic.
K- Kink
Anything you’re into, Skwisgaar is into. He’s willing to try out and indulge in anything you want just to make sure you get your pleasure; he already knows he’s gonna enjoy it either way. That being said, he does have some favorites;
Teasing/orgasm control, bondage, sensation play, exhibitionism, humiliation, GMilfs, begging, overstimulation, body worship, crying, and the list goes on.
M- Motivation
Literally anything and everything. This man gets so bricked up from the dumbest things. It’s very common that he misinterprets regular things you do as teasing or flirtation. “No, Skwisgaar, I was not trying to bite that apple in a seductive way!”
It’s hard to determine what is “motivation” to him because he’s never not down to mess around with you. You really don’t have to try and convince him, it’ll be the other way around more often than not.
That being said…he does sort of have a thing for playing hard to get. For the majority of his life, he’s had access to all the women he can dream of. So if you brush him off, act oblivious, or straight up deny him, it’ll spark a little flame of determination. He’s gonna be more flirtatious and sensual with you. The longer you hold back, the better he’ll make it feel when you finally give in.
O- Oral
Hoo, boy you’re gonna need to prepare yourself. He could make you come all over his mouth within minutes, shaking and moaning with one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. OR, and more likely, he’s gonna gently tease the hell out of you until you’re desperately begging him for release, slowly building the pressure until your insides fucking explode. It’s a win-win either way.
He actually doesn’t like receiving all that much. He’ll accept a blowjob from you, and will always pay you back, he’s definitely a fan of 69 but he won’t ask for one. If he was younger, definitely, but he thinks he’s a bit checked-out oral wise. Although, his favorite scenario to get oral in is the previously mentioned ‘fucked out of his mind’ version of Skwisgaar, where you edge the hell out of him. He definitely likes that.
P- Pace
Slow, sensual, and desperate. He’s definitely able to be quick and rough if you so please, be he prefers multi-hour sessions where both of you are complete enraptured in each other. This is the difference between his ‘fucking’ and his ‘love-making’; he used to have multiple girls a day, in and out the door every time he a few hours to spare. Now, his entire mind is consumed by the thought of you and clouded by how you feel and he wants to make it last.
U- Unfair
I’m gonna copy and paste this one from another ask because I think I’ve gotten my point across at things point;
Oh My God, he is such a little shit to you. He’s very good at determining at when you’re getting close to finishing and then pulling away at the very last second. He’s gonna grope at you and mutter absolute filth in your ear in public before walking away with the smuggest grin. He’ll act oblivious when you’re incredibly desperate and practically begging the pants off of him. But he’ll never leave you hanging too long; after all, he���s horny as well. It’s gonna be annoying for a while but so worth it when he finally gives into you.
Here’s a secret; Skwisgaar loves being teased. He gets so weak for it. He’ll be incredibly obnoxious, whining and pleading, but he’s really into it. Please hold him back, please make him work for an orgasm, please have him beg in order to touch you. He craves that feeling so badly.
X- X-ray
7 inches fully erect, but considerably thin with a large head. He’s uncircumcised. It sticks out straight again when he’s hard, no curves. A little bit veiny and like…no hairs. He’s very clean shaven.
Also copy n pasted I’ve been writing so much man. It’s a love/hate thing.
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Craving You |
(SVT Minghao x OC)
M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S M U T | S C E N A R I O S
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OG Story: Endless Moment by marriiemeii
Characters: Xu Minghao x Jie/Ella Cao (OC)
Status: Complete
Word Count: 6k
Genre: vampires, fantasy, romance, angst, smut, one shot
Themes: vampire/Minghao, vampire turned/fem, feral/ fem, switch, frustrated sex, cumming, orgasms, overstimulation, biting, blood dripping/sucking, frenemies to lovers, dry humping, tease, mates for life, oral sex, foreplay
Summary:
Xu Minghao and Jie Cao have been at each others throat's since the moment they first met each other. When the two finally accept the fact they like each other but refuse to admit, Jie begins to express her thirst for blood. Unable to control her emotions due to her strong affection towards the man, Minghao tries to calm her as a noble vampire who has better control of his powers.
Sometimes even the strongest of men can't stop the love of a woman.
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Note:
My interesting take on the couple and how they came to be.
I felt Minghao's grip on my arms as he tried to hold me back. His pheromones put me on edge once I got a whiff of his scent. He smelled sweet yet bitter. He smelled alluring...
He smelled delectable.
I opened my mouth as I felt my fangs sharpen. I wanted to bite him. I wanted to feel his skin against my lips and his blood pour into my mouth.
I wanted to suck him dry until he begins to moan out my name.
"Jie, stop!" He yelled.
He called me by my real name...
I used to hate it when he called me that, but I've grown used to it. He's the only one who calls me by my birth name, and it was his way of pissing me off.
Atleast, that was his intention before... now it just rolls off his lips like it was natural- like he wanted to talk to the real me before I got my international name.
I liked it when he said my name. The more he said it, the more my body ached for him.
"Say my name again," I tell him.
I felt drool come down my lips. I wanted his blood. I wanted it so bad.
Minghao stared at me with wide eyes from my words. He gritted his teeth with narrowed brows as I pushed him back. He wasn't strong against me since my kind were strong against nobles vampires- the original ones.
He fell backwards onto the bed while I continued attempt to bite his neck. He pushed me back with all his might, but I was persistent.
This is what he gets for visiting me. He should have just stayed away when I told him to. My absence was a warning for my hunger towards him because of this damned curse put on me.
Turning into a vampire made it difficult to be near anyone I had strong feelings for, and now for him to show up when I told him to leave me alone- this is all his fault.
He shouldn't have came here, because now... I don't think I can hold back.
I felt warm against his cold body. Our bodies were pressed against each other and I felt goosebumps run over me. He was so close to me.
"Minghao!" I growled his name with my mouth still trying to bite into his skin.
He struggled under me. "Jie! You need to calm down!"
I stared deeply into his eyes as if his dark orbs were jewels. I couldn't stop gazing at him. He looked so handsome when he struggled under me. His look of distress tantalized me.
I lost my sense of control the moment he came close to me, and right now, I don't know if it's wrong or right for me to puncture my fangs into his neck.
I wanted to see him in pain when I bite him. I wanted him to hold me tightly while I felt his warm blood inside my mouth. The texture must be great- the flavor must be amazing.
"Fuck, you look so delectable," I said.
My eyes wouldn't get away from him and he stared at me with fear.
"What the hell's wrong with you!? Get a hold of yourself Jie!" He yelled at me. "Fuck! Stop trying to bite me! Have you lost your fucking mind!?"
I shook my head with a smile I can't seem to hide. My heart raced with the way he gripped my arms. The way he was so close to me was making me lose my mind. I want him.
I want him right now.
"Let me bite you," I say with a growl. "I want you Minghao. I want you so bad. Just let me fucking bite you!"
His eyes widened. His grip never loosened.
"Stop with the bullshit!" He yelled at me. He sounded annoyed but also embarrassed.
"You're so annoying when you talk!" I yelled at him. "But fuck, your voice makes me want you more!"
His pale complexion slowly became red from my words. He gritted his teeth and tried to avoid my eyes. He seemed even more embarrassed.
"What wrong with you?" His voice became less rough but instead agitated. He sounded confused and annoyed, but also bashful.
His neck became more visible with the way he rotated his head. His muscular section with his collar bone put me on edge. It was like he was invited me.
A sudden feeling came to me once I tried to bite him.
I twitched as I tried to control myself. My subconscious was finally taking over my intrusive thought. What I was doing-
I pulled away from him and tried to calm my thirst. I couldn't stop drooling and I closed my eyes to get his image out of my head.
"Stop...stop... please just fucking stop," I whispered to myself.
I closed my ears and tried to get into a clear state of mind. But then I smelled him. I smelled him getting close to me.
I opened my eyes and saw Minghao with an unreadable expression. He was reaching out to me with his arms, but I pulled away.
I have to get out of here.
I need to get away from him.
I need to run.
But his hand gripped my wrist. He held onto me tightly, and I quickly attempted to pull away.
Although I'm stronger than him because I'm a turned vampire, his words is what made me stop struggling against him.
"You tried to bite me..." his once rough voice became soft. "Do you have any idea what that means?"
I stared at him. I knew what he was implying, but I was too stubborn to accept it.
"Nothing Minghao, it means nothing!" My voice came out rather loud in fear of what was going on between us.
I refused to accept the fact I like him. I refused to acknowledge it even if I lose control just from his pheromones. Even if it just happened- it's too embarrassing to admit.
I'm supposed to hate him.
But I ended up like this.
He pulled me towards him once he noticed my guard was down. I collided with his chest and he wrapped my waist with his other arm. Once I noticed I was trapped in his embrace, I tried to pull back.
I felt my wrist get pulled towards his face from his hand that remained on me. I stared in horror of what I know he'll do next.
"Don't you dare bite me," I snap at him. "You damn vampire."
If this was his way of showing dominance over me for my lack of control, it was pissing me off.
He opened his mouth showing a bit of his fangs. But instead of biting me, he began to speak with his lips close to my bare skin.
"I could bite you," he says aloud.
His eyes looked down at my wrist that was vulnerable before turning to look at me.
"But I won't," he says.
I narrowed my brows at him. "So why pretend you are?"
The way his breath tickled my skin made my heart race, but I tried to hide it. If I ignored it, he might not notice.
He put his thumb on my wrist and leaned his face towards me.
"I can feel your heart racing," his voice was low just like his eyes.
The way he looked at me was taunting yet seductive. I hated how he suddenly became so bold towards me. He usually just insults me or teases me, but I usually always win.
Yet somehow I felt weak against him.
How can I deny it? He knows. He fucking knows.
He tilted his head down to whisper in my ear. "Jie."
His warm breath tickled me. My breath hitched, and I felt my mouth water for him once more.
"What," I tried to control myself, but he wasn't making this easy. "What do you want? I told you to go away."
I felt his lips curl from the way he spoke.
"You want my blood right?" He suddenly says.
Blood...
My eyes grew big and my mouth watered from the thought. His warm red liquid...
I felt my mouth open as I tried to bite his neck that was so close to me. But I kept trying to fight it. Seungcheol taught me better than this.
But Minghao's neck looks so vulnerable...
It's right in front of me.
"Bite me," Minghao says.
His voice was demanding yet alluring. I narrowed my brows as I tried to stop his temptations. I can't do this.
I shouldn't do this.
I closed my mouth with all the control I had in me and rested my face in his neck. His scent may put me on edge, but my self-control was one of the best for my kind.
I tried to calm my adrenaline while I breathed him in.
Minghao was silent for a moment. His grip on me softened and he slowly pulled away. I fluttered my eyes to look up at him.
His lips were close to mine.
His eyes looked down at me with half lids. He suddenly looked tempted by me.
He let go of my wrist and moved my strands of hair that covered my face. He seemed different from the Minghao I always argued with. He looked at me as if there was some sense of fondness.
But why?
Why did he look at me as if I was some painting.
As if I was something valuable in his eyes?
Like I was the only thing in his world...
"Why do you look at me like that," I speak my thoughts aloud.
I watched his eyes widened as though he realized what he's done. This time, it was his turn to try to pull away from me. But I held onto him. My hands held onto his arms so he couldn't get away.
I didn't want him to go.
I wanted an answer.
He looked deep into my eyes while I tried to read his. This man has been on my mind though anger and joy and it bothered me. His existence bothered me.
Everything he did bothered me.
"I told you to leave me alone yet you came here." My voice somehow came out tender with wonder. I couldn't help but feel angry yet confused.
My hands made their way to his face. I held onto him so he couldn't turn away from me. He stiffened from my touch, but he remained still.
He brought his hands up towards my forearm, but he didn't touch me.
He didn't know how to respond or react. He was dazed.
"Minghao," I call out to him.
His face seemed more handsome than I remember. He looked at me with so much confusion and hesitation, but I saw a hint of affection.
I felt my gut twist and turn. My heart raced from this sudden feeling I had.
"Do you love me?"
My question surprised him as much as it did me. But I wanted to know. I wanted to know why he would come to me when I pushed him away. Why he always bothered me when I ran from him?
Why?
Why did he always want a reaction from me?
Why did he always appear during my time of need?
Why Minghao? Why?
His dark orbs remained focused on me and his brows narrowed as though he tried to find an answer to my many questions that ran through my head.
He looked down and avoided my gaze before moving his hands to hold onto my forearms.
"I..." he said. His voice wavered as he struggled speaking.
"You what...?" I ask him.
My face came close to his. His scent filled me like a drug. I was getting high just being this close to him. His eyes met mine and there was a look I didn't expect him to make.
Did he yearn for me?
His grip on me tightened. He stared at me intensely with parted lips.
"What if I do?" He says. "What if I do feel this way towards you?"
My heart raced and my breathing hitched. Somehow our faces shorted the distance we once had between us.
He moved his hands off my arms before carefully holding my face like I did with his. Our eyes couldn't get off each other. And my lips parted from the way his breath was so close to mine.
"Minghao..." I whispered.
Our foreheads touched and our lips were so close together. I stared at his mouth that was so tempting to take in.
"What is it...?" He whispered towards me with wanting eyes.
My breathing became heavy as my fangs began to take shape. I tried to calm my breathing but we're so close together. I can't help but want him.
"Kiss me," I whisper.
I felt his lips collide with mine and I narrowed my brows from how his cold body suddenly felt so alive. I moaned from how deep he kissed me while I tried to keep my balance from his stature.
He wrapped one arm around me and he pushed me back by his kiss. I held onto him as I tasted his lips against mine. I walked backwards from the way his body pushed against me and I felt myself hit a wall.
He pushed me against it as we fought for dominance with our tongues. He moved his hands towards my thighs and lifted me up so I could straddle my legs around him.
I felt a dent forming within his pants and it rubbed against my woman's hood. I wrapped my arms around his neck before letting out a sigh of bliss from the way he made me felt.
He took the opportunity to attack my neck. I felt him lick my bare skin with his warm breath before sucking on it. My hands came to his hair, and I softly pulled his black locks.
"Minghao..." I whispered from the sensation.
I felt him leave a mark on me while he continued to makeout with my neck. I couldn't stop myself from releasing soft whimpers and moans. My body felt like it was melting from his touch.
"Fuck, you feel so good against me," he whispered before sucking his lips against my skin.
The sudden sensation cause me to arch my back. I leaned my neck out and my grip on him tightened.
"Oh fuck... Minghao," I say aloud.
I began to rub my body against him. My crotch rubbed against his and he let out a soft groan. He began to move his hips against me and his dent put me on edge.
"I need you," I tell him while he kissed my collar bone.
I felt his breathing grow heavy. He carried me off the wall and pulled his face away from my neck. I took the chance and slammed my lips against him. He groaned from my action and I felt his thumb caress my thighs. I felt a chill run down my spine and my womanhood desire him.
He brought me down to the bed and placed himself over. He pulled away and I watched as he stood upright. He took off his black sweater to reveal his upper torso.
His pale yet toned body cause my adrenaline to kick in. My mouth watered to puncture his body.
Minghao looked at me with low eyes. His black bangs covered a bit of his orbs causing his demeanor to become very dominant.
He kneeled down to crawl over me. His face came close to mine and my thirst for him felt immense.
He looked deeply into my eyes and I couldn't help but push him down to the bed. I straddled him. His bulge pressed against my weight and I winced from the sudden feeling.
I parted my lips with a bit of my fangs ready to attack him. But I kept fighting against it.
I closed my eyes and brought my head low.
I shouldn't do this to him.
I felt his fingers rub my cheek. My eyes shot open to see his face that stared at me. He wasn't scared nor was he worried.
He lifted a bit of my upper lip to see my fangs. I began to drool from his touch.
"You can bite me, Jie," he tells me.
His voice was deep and low. It was like he wanted me to. He seemed to have no regrets from his words.
I narrowed my brows.
"Why?" I ask him. My voice came out confused and low.
He sat up with hand still caressing my face. His eyes remained on my lips for a moment before looking back up at me. He had a tender look.
"Because I want to be the only one to feel it."
His words made my heart race. Did I hear that right?
Minghao wanted to be the only one to feel my fangs?
No...
"Stop kidding yourself," I whisper to him.
His brows narrowed. He didn't seem happy to hear my words.
"Do you think I'm joking?" His voice came out rather upset with slight irritation.
The way he looked at me. I know he wasn't.
And it scared me more. He was serious. He wanted me.
He wanted to be mine.
"If I bite you.." I whisper to him. I looked deeply into his loving eyes.
He listened to me carefully while he rubbed his thumbs against my lips causing butterflies to scatter all around my body.
"...I won't be able to stop," I say.
I watched his lips curl up upon hearing my words. He seemed amused. Maybe even more turned on. His dent rubbed against me and I felt my eyes lower towards him.
His eyes stared at my lips. He craved me.
"Then don't stop."
My eyes widened. My adrenaline kicked in and my heart raced uncontrollably. Did he really say that? Did he mean it?
He laid back down onto the bed as if he was presenting himself towards me. I stared at him with hunger. He had to be serious.
I felt drool come out of my lips again while my eyes remained focus on him. His bare neck looked so delectable...
"Bite me," he tells me.
He tilted his head to show more of his neck. His skin stretched in front of me. My throat suddenly felt dry. I wanted him. I wanted to taste his blood.
I opened my mouth. His veins drew on his pale skin like tempting lines.
"Minghao," I whispered to him, my voice getting low to a growl. "Don't tempt me."
He smiled seductively from my threat. He looked alluring yet taunting.
"Bite... me..." he said slowly with a low sexy voice.
I felt my impulse take over me. My body moved on its own and I found my lips on his neck. My fangs punctured his skin causing drips of his red liquids to enter my mouth.
I felt him stiffen from my bite and a soft groan escaped his lips.
His pheromones- his scent.
He smelled like the forest. He smelled sweet like berries with a hint of pine.
His blood. It was thick in texture but sweet in flavor. I held onto him as I drank his warm liquids.
"Jie," I heard him say.
One of his hands pushed my head deeper into his neck while the other wrapped around my waist.
I couldn't stop. He was like candy and I had a sweet tooth. I felt drunk. I felt high.
I felt light.
I pulled away from his neck with drops of blood coming out of my mouth. I began to lick his liquids that pours onto his neck. I heard his sigh in bliss from my tongue that danced on his surface.
"Fuck..." he whispered. He groaned once he felt my hot breath tickle his neck.
I sat up once I cleaned up all I could before rubbing the drops of blood off my face. I looked down and saw stains of blood on my clothes along with Minghao's pale skin become pink and red.
He was healing from my bite.
He sat up again and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue rubbed against my mouth causing him to taste his own blood. But he didn't wince from the stains he cleaned off me.
He kept going.
He kept ravaging me while he unbuttoned my black sleeveless blouse. Under me, his dent remained up and the way his touched me made me rock my hips.
He groaned while he kissed my neck. He helped me toss off my blouse before staring at my breasts that was held up by my black bra.
He stared intently at them before wrapping his arms around me. He placed his face into my cleavage and I felt his lips against my skin. The feeling left a chill run through me.
I felt him unclip my bra. I took it off and he quickly made work on my chest. He sucked and fondled each of my breast with so much love and attention.
I softly moaned from the sensation while I played with his hair.
"Mhm..." I bit my lips.
He then pulled away and traced my curves with his hands before resting on my hips. He helped me move them to match the rocking of his.
His shaft felt so hard against me. I tried to hold back my moans, but I can feel the shape. I was trying to remember everything about it.
It felt so good against me.
But what about it inside my lower lips? What about inside my body?
Minghao rolled me over to the bed and I watched as he brought his body over mine. He crawled off me and helped me take off my blue denim jeans.
The cold air hit my skin and he tossed the clothing elsewhere. He brought his hands to my thighs. His finger tips felt electrifying.
He caressed my legs and left kiss marks. His breath felt so warm against my skin while he made his way to my woman hood.
I felt myself getting more moist from his touch. If I was wet before, then I was pouring now.
He placed his tongue against my womanhood that was covered by my underwear. I could feel the sudden sensation take control of me.
My back arched and I let out a moan.
"Minghao," I call out his name with closed eyes.
I was focusing on everything he was doing to me. The way his tongue danced against the cloth and his nose pushed against my clitoris.
I let out a loud moan once I felt his two large, long fingers slide inside my hole. My walls clamped onto him while he slowly moved in and out of me.
I held onto Minghao's hair as he continued to go down on me.
"Ugh... Minghao!" I yell from the way his fingers felt.
I looked down in excitement. I wanted to see him. My eyes met with his, and that's when I realized he's been watching me this whole time.
I bit my lips and watched him pull away before removing my underwear. He began to unbuckle his belt and take off his black tactical pants. I can see his shaft peak over his black boxers and I grew more aroused.
His muscular, lean body was captivating. He began to take off his boxers and I saw his large head stand upright.
I sat up and reached out to touch him. He winced from my touch. His dark orbs watched my hands carefully hold his shaft that required two hands. He let out a heavy breath upon feeling his penis in my grasp.
I brought my head down and began to lick the precum from his tip. He groaned from my tongue and brought his hands towards my face.
He moved my hair and held it up so I wouldn't have any distractions. He was being courteous towards me, and I couldn't help but smile.
I brought his head into my mouth and stared up at Minghao. He looked so aroused I wanted him to see his reaction from the amount of pleasure I was going to give him.
I began to bob my head and stroked his shaft. I kept a steady pace and his eyes slowly closed with his lips parting.
"Oh fuck!" He groaned.
His hands adjusted so they would hold my head. He began to control my movement and he thrusted against my mouth. Once I was able to get his full length in me, I held his hips and gagged as I deep throated him.
He let out moans that slowly got louder. He sounded so hot, I was losing my mind. It was like music in my ears.
"Jie. Jie! JIE!" He called out my name.
I could feel his length twitch. He was going to cum. I was ready for him to pour it all into me.
He continued to moan and his pace quickened. My head shook vigorously from the way he thrusted into my mouth and his hands pulling me in and out.
"OH FUCK!" Minghao yelled.
I felt it. The liquids squirted into my mouth and I drank every last drop of it. Minghao watched me pop his shaft out of my lips before licking every side of his shape.
He caressed my cheeks with half closed eyes. His face was red from the amount of energy he used.
He looked a little tired, but he still had some energy in him.
I let go of his shaft that become soft. He came down to my level and kissed me. I felt his body press against mine and his weight pushed me back onto the bed.
He held me tightly while he rubbed his face into my neck. He continued to fondle me. I held onto him.
"I want to feel your walls," he whispered. "I want to feel all of you, Jie."
I held him tighter. He made my heart race. The thought of him penetrating me ran through my mind.
His pheromones were getting stronger.
I bit his neck from the amount of desire I had for him. He winced from my bite and I continued to drink blood from his neck. He felt so good on my lips. His blood was as sweet as ever.
I sucked his neck while he groaned. I felt his shaft slowly get back up. Minghao's breathing was getting heavy again.
I pulled away from his skin and he kissed me. His blood was still in my mouth but he still danced his tongue against mine. He drank his own from my lips. I felt a bit drip from my mouth but he licked it off just like before.
I moaned once I felt his shaft get back up. He was rubbing it against me. We were both growing impatient.
He pulled away from me and lifted my legs towards my sides. He had a full view of my wet folds and I saw his penis get up.
I held onto his forearms and he began to rub his dick on my entrance. His tip left shocks throughout my body and my heart pounded with every stroke.
"You look so fucking beautiful," he says.
His voice was low while he eye fucked me. I stared into his dark orbs with wanting.
"Fuck me, Minghao," I tell him. "Fuck me until we both forget our names."
His breathing hitched and I felt him slowly enter me. My grip on his arms tightened. I tried to watch our body connect but his shape felt immaculate inside me.
I threw my head back and let out a groan. I couldn't contain the sensation I was feeling. He felt so good.
And he hasn't even started thrusting.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled.
I felt Minghao pushed his weight onto me with his length filling me to the rim. He penetrated me so deep I was drooling.
"Minghao, baby..." I call out to him.
He was making my mind get foggy. He brought my legs to his shoulders and moved my hands above my head. He was dominating me and the look he had was so fucking hot.
"I'm going to give you more than you can imagine," he growls.
He began to move his hips and let out a moan from the way my walls held so tightly against his large rod. It was like I was desperately holding onto to it so I can feel all of him.
He slid in and out of me with a shake of the bed. My hands formed into a fist and I couldn't keep my eyes on him. I threw my head back as he began to pick up speed.
He continuously rammed into me and I let out moans that followed his beat. He reach so deep into me that I knew my insides would never be the same.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I couldn't help but yell with each thrust he impaled.
He sucked my neck while he ruined me.
The sound of our skins slapping was loud as everything else going on. Bed framing hitting the wall, the moans we both yelled like a duet, and the creaking that shook the room.
We were making a symphony.
My heart raced from the tune that matched the amount of pleasures I felt.
Minghao pulled away from my neck and kneeled up right. He lifted my hips and he thrust faster than before. My body arched so he can hit more angles.
His eyes looked down at our connection before looking back at me.
"Damn it!" He yelled. "You feel so good!"
His mouth was parted with his face red. He was watching me lose my mind. I shook as each thrust left me wanting more.
He lifted me up and we switched spots. I straddled him while he held my hips. His rod dug deep into me while he helped me move my hips.
I matched his pace and my hands laid on his muscular chest. He watched me ride him and I bit my lips.
"Minghao!" I moaned as his length kept hitting me.
Our hips moved with such speed the room felt like it was going to break apart. Minghao opened his mouth and he moaned the more I shook my hips.
"Just like that baby," he tells me. "Just like that!"
My eyes met his and he looked so handsome and captivating, my heart raced more. His black bangs kept moving from my thrusts and the way he focused on me made me melt.
I whimpered. I felt my climax coming. I fell onto Minghao and he wrapped his arms around me. He continued to thrust while I moaned into his ear.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" He moaned.
"Baby! BABY! PLEASE!" I yelled.
He rocked my body and I shook while I held onto him for dear life. I wanted him to release into me. I wanted to feel his warm liquids.
I lifted myself above him with my face close to his. I tried to use every ounce of my energy to see his face. I wanted to know what he'd look like knowing he'll be breeding me.
"Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!" I yelled while I held his face.
He opened his mouth and continued to moan as he disorganized my organs.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He held my hips tightly and slammed his dick aggressively into me.
I closed my eyes and the feeling began to kick in. I was cumming.
"BABY! PLEASE!" I begged him as he caused chaos throughout my body.
He rammed his lips into mine and I moaned against him. I couldn't stop moaning and screaming for him. He held me so tightly that our bodies felt crushed together. The way he held me-
"BABY!" I yelled
I was cumming.
Minghao continued to pump me with all his strength and I shook from all the pounding. The ecstasy made my eyes roll back and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I held onto him so tightly that I may have left claw marks on his back and shoulders.
"FUUUCK!" I screamed.
My voice was unsteady from the impact he left on me.
But he didn't stop thrusting. He didn't stop railing me.
He sat up and continued rock his hips against me. I couldn't speak anymore. I just kept moaning. My head flung back while I shook from his strength.
He pushed me down to the bed and pressed my thighs to my sides while he rammed into me unendlessly.
I left incoherent sounds as I orgasmed. I don't know how many times my body shook from his dick. I don't even know how he could last this long.
I was going to pass out.
"B-Baby..." I say with little strength.
He tugged my legs to wrap his waist and I heard him groan. His length twitched and I knew he was cumming.
"OH FUCK!" He yelled.
I felt his warm liquids entered me and my eyes shot open from the way it felt. I shook once more while he held onto me.
He collapsed on top of me and I held onto him. My eyes shut and I felt drained. His lips touched my cheek and I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew it was morning...
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My blinds left the place dark, but I saw a bit of light sneak its way in. When I opened my eyes I found myself in my bed covered in a blanket.
My head felt blurry but I was able to recognize my room. I felt someone's arm wrap around me. I turned my body and saw the man whom I slept with.
Minghao laid next to me fast asleep. His bare body was close to mine. I felt myself get flustered remembering the events that happened.
I covered my face as I tried to regain my composure.
I attempted to leave his grasps, but he didn't budge. Instead, he pulled me in closer to him.
"Why run?"
My heart raced from the sound of his voice. It was deep and drowsy. His morning voice was too alluring. It was so charming and seductive. Even if I tried to forget it, I wouldn't be able to.
"You're awake." I stared at him.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at me.
"And you're trying to run away," he whispered.
He was too hot. I just woke up. I can't feel like this.
It's too early for this.
"I wasn't running away," I mutter. My eyes avoided his stares. "I was going to use the bathroom to clean myself up."
It wasn't an entire lie...
Minghao smirked and rest his head on his hand. "Really?"
He moved his other hand off me and motioned me to go. I stared at him with hesitation. He seemed too calm.
It bothered me how I didn't bother him. I was still embarrassed from last night. Yet here he was acting as if it was completely normal that we had sex even though we hated each other before that.
Or... somewhat hated.
I narrowed my brows at him. He stared at me with confusion.
I leaned my head on my hand and mimicked him.
"Since you seem so comfortable on this bed... I assume you don't want to shower with me?" I dare tease him.
I watched his eyes grow wide from my words. He face grew a bit red and he scowled at me.
"Jie, don't tempt me," his voice was dangerous low.
I smirked. "That was a yes or no question, so I'm taking that as a no."
I quickly got off the bed. I heard him get up as I almost got away. He pulled me back into the sheets and I fell into his arms.
He held me tightly.
"That's a yes, Jie," he tells me with an annoyed look. "That's a fucking yes!"
I smiled from his response and expression. I'm happy to know last night wasn't a fluke.
"Alright, Minghao," I gazed at him. "Or do you prefer Baby?"
His eyes widened upon hearing the endearing name that I used towards him from last night. He didn't answer me right away since he seemed to shock.
His face grew red and before he could response I rolled out of his grasp and got out of the bed. I got ready to run from him.
"You're too slow!" I tell him. "I'm just going to call you Minghao!"
I began to ran to the bathroom. I can hear him stumble as he tried to get off the bed. He was chasing after me.
"NO!" He yelled. "CALL ME BABY, DAMN IT!"
I laughed. It was strange to know I once hated this man. But now, when I see him or even hear his presence.
I can't help but crave him.
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NSFW Alphabet (ZZ Chatterjee)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I think Zay's kinda meticulous. Like in his head, he's got a checklist that he goes through before he can fully wind down and enjoy you. When he gets through it, he just pulls you on top of him and lets himself fall asleep with your weight on top of him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Zay likes his shoulders because you're the perfect height to hang off them. They're wide enough that he could block you from view if he wanted. He really enjoys your hair though. Long or short/ any texture, he will constantly be wanting to put his face in it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I feel like Zayant is really strict with protection. He's always got a barrier between the two of you until he can put a ring on it, ok?
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He keeps having this dream where you're eating him alive, but he's having a blast and loving it. It's very bloody, and gory, but man he doesn't know what it means.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He does alright. I feel like before you, he had some sporadic hookups in medical school, just for stress relief. As far as long-term relationships, he really didn't have much to go on.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I feel like he's really a fan of hitting it from the back/ spoon fucking. Whatever the case he's all about having the most physical contact as possible.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Oh, he's king of serious. It's all heated, skin on skin, hushed tones. Humor comes later, like at least 9 months in.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps his shit on lock. I feel like he's the type who cuts his hair shorter than he likes it, so he has more time between when he needs to cut it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Zay is a little lacking in communication and intimacy. Things can come off as businesslike and stiff, but he warms for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He's soooooo in his head. As a doctor, I feel like jacking off helps him decompress after a shift and to help him get to sleep.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
To be honest, I feel like
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I feel like he's got a handful of toys. Like just a few favorites, for himself, because we know he's a bit used to flying solo.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
No, he's got such a business Doctor mindset, he's really not about teasing. You can tease the hell out of him though, he won't touch you without permission.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I'm thinking quieter gasps and grunts, occasionally- a groan.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He always falls asleep quickly after your adult activities, but his last thought before he closes his eyes is always "I'll miss you." Because,
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Decent, I have to say. More of a grower than a shower, but it's exactly what you want.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I feel like he's able to put it in a little box during the day, but the second he's alone with you, depending on the day he's had, he can sink his teeth into you as he pleases.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
We've established that Zay is tightly wound, so with all the pent-up energy, and emotion, he knocks out quickly.
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