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Valentines day prompt
Werecat + zoomies
Bros happy to to go out on a date >:3
It was a calm afternoon, sitting in your plush chair, drinking the cold tea you'd been offered by Elias.
Apart from the half shifted werecat flinging himself across the room, into the kitchen, down the hall and with a distant slamming sound followed by claws scrambling across the floor, he retraced his path again and again, letting out the occasional holler of 'they said yes!'
All you could do was sit and wait it out, debating getting a Lazer pointer as you saw the black fur and hair of Elias dart by once more.
After a few minutes he appeared from around the corner, slamming onto the ground in front of your legs, upper body leaned against you from his semi-kneeling position. His eyes were bright and hopeful as he caught his breath.
"You said yes." His breathing is labored yet he grins with the excitement you've never known the usually calm and collected werecat to have. Ears perked, tail lashing behind him with so much energy making him move someway or another.
With a slight chuckle of amusement over Elias's antics, you nod your head, placing a hand atop his head and between his ears, carefully smoothing the wild locks of dark hair between both twitching ears.
Elias closes his green eyes, leaning up into your palm with a deep purr vibrating from his lower throat and up. "It's a yes...." he murmurs in continued excitement, no doubt soon to return to racing around.
It's so endearing to see him so excited over your agreement, and as you pet him, you reiterate the words you'd spoken that originally sent him into this frenzy. "Yes, Elias, I will go on a date with you."
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rednotebooksworld · 2 months
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SMASH OR PASS: Owlman, British Folklore
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SMASH OR PASS: Hank McCoy aka Beast, Marvel Comics
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[All official art from the comics or the 1992 X-Men animated series)
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rednotebooksworld · 2 months
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The Three Don'ts of Sabertooth Brewing
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[contains semi-public sex + fem!reader]
SUMMARY: You visit Yanu at work on a slow night. One thing leads to another and just when things get exciting, something both unpleasant and unexpected forces you to take a rain check on back-alley romps.
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A smile brightens your face when you see the Sabertooth Brewing sign from across the street. The venue doesn’t look like an appropriate place for a young lady without nefarious motives but at the same time, the entirety of the Copper Valley district doesn’t appear so. Nonetheless, you couldn’t think of a safer place to be. Whatever turf wars the former copper miners lead, they all agreed to omit Yanu and his business. It reached the point where some locals called the bar “the embassy” as it’s the only neutral ground in the neighbourhood.
The rough-looking miners curtly nod at you as you walk past them. A cloud of smoke and soot surrounds the two men. They always stand near the entrance of the locale but never go inside. Smoking one cigarette after another, their job must be to ensure that Yanu stays largely unbothered by the conflicts of Copper Valley. So far, they’ve been excellent at doing their duties.
You giggle quietly as you read the sign hanging on the front door:
Don’t: - fight - spill drinks - ask Q’rill to make a mojito
A bell chimes when you push the door open. Low, yellow lights make the interior look cosy. Conversations held by the patrons sitting in booths and around small tables are drowned out by a trio playing a familiar swing tune. The smell of cigarette smoke fills your lungs and sticks to your clothes. Two waiters weave between tables and clients, faux joy plastered to their faces. One of them notices you - she gives you a quick wave and nods towards the long bar counter.
Although he is surrounded by bottles filled with colourful drinks, it’s impossible to overlook Yanu. Maybe it’s a general rule or perhaps it’s just your fatal affliction. He’s wearing a shirt, a vest and a pair of tailored pants - exactly what one would expect a bartender to wear. Seemingly lost in thought, he’s just wiping some glasses but still, there is something unspeakably captivating about him. An aura that paints him as extraordinary and not just the way he is.
Yanu must notice you approaching out of the corner of his eye. When his gaze meets yours, his expression immediately changes. The deep, pink scar across his blind right eye gives the rakshasa a certain edge but even that isn’t enough to hide the pure adoration painted all over his face. His blue iris stares at you lovingly until a shadow of mischief dances across Yanu’s features.
“My, my, I don’t recall having an appointment with a princess,” he speaks with pretend surprise.
“Princesses don’t make appointments,” you answer casually. Sitting on the high bar stool, you’re still significantly shorter than the rakshasa behind the counter. “They just show up when they want to.”
He chuckles in a low voice. “Gods bless them for that.”
Yanu leans on his forearms on the counter and hangs his head to let you kiss his cheek. Round, furry ears adorned with silver jewellery flutter as they brush against your hair. It tickles when his whiskers touch your face. 
Feeling his breath against your skin, you don’t have to speak loudly. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”
“You,” he points an accusatory finger at you, “interrupt my every coherent thought but I’ve learnt to enjoy that.”
Suddenly, your face gets hot. “I’m being serious, Yanu,” you say through flustered giggles. Even after all this time, it’s beyond easy for him to make you giddy.
“Likewise.” He winks at you before standing up straight. “So how can I spoil a princess’s palate?”
“Hm… I feel like elderberry.”
“Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine*,” he sings while looking around for ingredients. The idea for a cocktail comes to him in an instant as befits a true connoisseur.
Yanu appears to be in a trance as he pours and mixes lemonade, vodka, St-Germain and some thyme. Every action is quick and decisive but never careless. Similarly, you are in a sort of trance, too - watching his white shirt and elegant black vest strain around the muscles of his arms. One day the seams of the garments might just let go but say, would it really be so bad?
The rakshasa pours elderflower syrup into the shaker. With a swift flick of his wrist, the shaker with your cocktail-to-be flips in the air. The metal cup makes a full circle only to be caught again by his hand, its content poured into a square drinking glass.
He looks at you in anticipation. Satisfaction is written all over his face. “Pretty nice, right?”
But you’re in a bantering mood tonight. Not letting him see how in awe you truly are, you only raise your eyebrows. “You have huge arms. It would be more impressive if you dropped that.”
Yanu sighs dramatically. He shakes his head and crosses his arms across his chest. If it wasn’t for the glimmer of amusement in his good eye, you’d think he’s genuinely upset. “And here I thought that a lowlife like me could impress a princess.”
“Well…” you ponder for a moment, “there are a few things you could do with your hands that would be impressive.”
Something changes about his demeanour. The amusement stayed but now it is joined by some darkness that leaves an aftertaste of chocolates with brandy - warming and rejuvenatingly bittersweet.
“Really?” he asks in a low voice. His blue eye is watching you intensely, almost looking through you. “Pray tell, what do you have in mind?”
Perhaps there’s some perversion to it but you enjoy leaving his question unanswered for a while. Slowly, you sip on the drink, silently enjoying the perfectly balanced flavours. Not too sweet, not too sour. A true testimony of how well Yanu knows you. That passionate gaze of his never once leaves you, catching even the smallest of movements. A predator or a lover? - how similar these two can be.
“A princess shouldn’t be saying such things out loud,” you finally say.
Yanu leans on his arms against the bar counter. With each exhale, his warm breath gently brushes against your face. There’s some intensity hidden under his casual demeanour as though if you were to play your cards right, he might just cause scandalous immodesty in full view of the clients.
“Will she share them away from prying ears?” More than a question, it’s a suggestion. One that you have neither the will nor the want to reject.
Feigning innocence, you shrug your shoulders. “Perhaps.”
The rakshasa only chuckles. He stands up straight and calls out to someone:
“Hey, Q’rill! Watch the bar for me for a bit, eh?”
The drow, equally well-dressed as Yanu, doesn’t even look your way. Still cutting a lemon into pieces, he answers in a heavy accent, “Got you, boss.”
Not waiting for a sign or a word of encouragement, you get off the stool and walk towards the closer end of the counter. Ever the gentleman, Yanu lifts the wooden part, letting you go behind the bar. But that’s not where the two of you are headed - you follow him through the back of the brewery, only to leave through the staff door.
The alley is dark and narrow. Something rattles in the skip filled with trash, probably a rat or two. In the distance, far away from where you’re standing, cars drive by every now and again. Muffled swing music played by the trio inside the bar sounds like an ambience of a faraway world.
Yanu pushes you against the wall. He’s towering over you - if he so wished, he could effortlessly throw you over his shoulder and carry off.  The bricks are cold against your back but soon you find them refreshing when compared to the warmth beaming from the rakshasa. His rough tongue slowly licks the side of your neck. It’s strange, tickling and absolutely delightful. 
One of his hands lifts your leg, resting your knee against his hips. Lustful greediness has him grabbing and groping whatever part of your thigh and ass.
Just when a pleased sigh leaves your lips, Yanu stops licking your neck and nuzzles it instead.
“So how can I impress my princess?” he purrs into your ear. 
He’s not waiting for an answer - not really. Not when you feel his clothed erection grinding against your groin. You can almost feel your arousal dripping down your legs.
Yanu’s other hand slides into your underwear. His fingers, thick and furry, sensually rub your clit in circles. Breath hitches in your throat. “Would this impress her?” he asks.
“Maybe,” you manage to say between whimpers.
The rakshasa only hums in response. It’s hard to say whether your answer satisfies him.
A loud moan escapes your lips as Yanu easily slips his fingers inside your pussy. The stretch is already more than enough for you. Slow strokes have him reaching deliciously deep inside you.
“You look so pretty like this, princess.”
Looking for support, your hands grab his shoulders. It feels as though your abdomen is suddenly set on fire, your coherent thoughts swimming away and turning into static, if not disappearing completely. There is only Yanu, his quiet groans against your neck and his thick fingers hitting that perfect spot.
“Faster, please,” you squeal.
With utmost pleasure, he obliges immediately. It feels so good you could scream but not a sound leaves your agape mouth. If you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, maybe you’d notice your legs quivering. Your grip on his shoulders only tightens, earning a chuckle from him.
“My princess is going to come?” Yanu coos.
No answer comes from you, only another pathetic moan. Desperate to orgasm, you begin rubbing your clit. It’s “allowed” in these extraordinary circumstances. No doubt Yanu’s “I live to please you” attitude will come back behind closed doors and between the white sheets of your bed.
Your vagina is clenching around his relentlessly thrusting fingers, your whole body begins shaking. A cry gets stuck in your throat. The wave of pleasure, the climax he so eagerly gives you, washes over you more like a tsunami than a wave. It drowns out your thoughts, your breathing, your strength. Fortunately, Yanu has a tight grip around your leg, keeping you standing straight. He’s still sliding in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.
Finally, he slips his fingers out of you. You’re about to say something, thank him or praise him, when a loud crash resounds from inside the bar. Someone’s yelling but the voice is too muffled for either of you to understand what’s the matter.
Yanu and you exchange a look of both confusion and worry. Then, as though lovers know something akin to telepathy, the two of you chuckle.
“Mojito,” you say simultaneously.
When your laughter, contrary to the row next door, dies down, you let out a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to postpone our little escapade.” 
Yanu brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s a cheeky man, staring right into your eyes while doing something so indecent. “I’m fine with that,” comes the answer.
But you can play that game, too.
Low groan rumbles inside his chest when your hand teasingly rubs his prominent bulge. He clenches his fists, doing his utmost best to keep himself collected. You could so easily make him fail at that…
“Are you, though?” you ask with faux innocence.
Although you’ve just had a great orgasm, you can feel your pussy throbbing again. As your mind wanders for a second or two, pondering possibilities, your mouth starts watering.
Yanu firmly grabs the wrist of your hand caressing his crotch. Keeping you in place, he grinds against your palm. Through clenched teeth, he growls into your ear.
“I’m a big boy,” the rakshasa purrs. “I can wait a few hours.”
“I know you’re big, boy,” you retort in an equally sultry voice. “I’ll see you home.”
In a loving gesture, he nuzzles against your neck one last time. “Don’t stray.”
After that, he watches you walk away. Only when you disappear behind the corner does he go back inside the bar. As much as he likes Q’rill, he’d much rather go back home with you.
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*Lyrics from "Elderberry wine" by Elton John. A bit of an anachronism, yes, but a damn good song.
If you see any books, plays, movies, paintings or songs mentioned, it's most probably something very close to my heart :)
I'm also a complete greenhorn in writing smut, so bear with me as I learn on the go.
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rednotebooksworld · 2 months
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Bro… I looked at my masterlist for my monster shit and I haven’t written for Donny; my incubus at all.
I have some stories in the works for my other ocs but I have nothing for Donny 😭
Like I should start with his character sheet but I honestly want to write something for him first, but honestly what do you all think.
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rednotebooksworld · 2 months
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Character Info: Pike ~ Deer Hybrid
A/n: I like hybrids but I rarely see deer hybrids so I’m making one of my own
*NSFW under ‘read more’ tab*
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Summary:
In the deep forest, a forest guardian with tough and tall antlers resides. Pike, a deer hybrid is a prince of his part of the forest and that came with huge responsibilities. You, lived in a town outside of the deep woods in lived in and it was an unexpected meeting when you wandered in his forest out of pure curiosity
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—pike is more of a prince in his part of the forest but still a guardian nonetheless {bros got a bambi like backstory lol}
—pike is naturally curious about new things, human society fascinates him to some degree, so meet you, was like a blessing in disguise
—he is a bit of a short boi, but makes up for it with his antlers and ability to keep his forest safe from harm
—pike is very kind soul, he gets that from his father; the guardian before him. He likes being protective and with a human in the forest such as yourself, he’ll do everything in his powers to keep you safe
—he tries to avoid violence though willing to defend himself and others against an instigator
—he knows a lot about plants and such; teaches about plants what’s good and bad
^you accidentally tried to eat a poisonous mushroom and he just smacked it out of your hand and scolds you (definitely the mom type)
—he has introduced you to his herd; mostly the does and the fawns of the herd
^honestly he doesn’t trust the other males around you, he’s touch bit possessive
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—pike never had a mate in his lifetime even as a guardian like his father before him, it’s not like he wasn’t interested just never had the time
—though meeting you changed that, mostly his sex drive
—his sex drive went from 0 to 10 real quick, he’s kinda embarrassed by it but he’s so in love with you and he can tell it doesn’t bother you since you seem to enjoy it 😏
—that being said, pike is kinda vanilla, but he’s tied you up with vines before so bondage is always on the table for him
—pike’s a soft lover, he gives you praises and compliments
^“you’re such a pretty being, my precious princess~”
—he likes when you grab his antlers or even touch them while you have sex, that’s kinda why he enjoys eating you out, so you grab onto his antlers
—his size, well his cock is not that girthy and it’s pretty average length
—pike is very dominant especially around spring time or mating season; his herd is gave their prince usually looks when the sweet little human that’s been around was with him but they also can’t help but be happy
—he has a lot of stamina, since he’s still somewhat human but his deer half adds to his stamina; 2-3 rounds at most
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rednotebooksworld · 2 months
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Vampire BF in his bat form: 😡
(Y/N): Babe, I'm sorry. I won't yell at you again. Now please change back
(Y/N): *Tries to touch him*
Vampire BF:
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rednotebooksworld · 3 months
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Adventurer: *𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧*
Adventurer: OH NO, WHAT WILL MY LOVER THINK OF THIS?????
Party member: I'm sure they'll still love you for who you are-
Adventurer: no no. thats not what I mean! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺... 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴......
Another party member: I don't follow- ಠಿ_ಠ
Adventurer whispering in despair: 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧.... (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)
{The lover in question: ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ✨}
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rednotebooksworld · 3 months
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Me trying to summon a demon so I can finally get fucked like I deserve ;)
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rednotebooksworld · 3 months
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{Testing}
Werewolf gangbang
Femboy Angel
Vampire Birthday Sex
Big Tiddy Dragon Gf
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rednotebooksworld · 5 months
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Werewolf Boyfriend (Ranoke)
You wake up to your werewolf boyfriend hovering over you, his face buried against your neck and his hand squeezing your breast.
You hum and try to make sense of what's going on. You had a double shift at work and you're so exhausted that even now you can barely bring yourself to open your eyes. You mumble a small complaint, trying to turn over and fall asleep again.
"Shhh," your boyfriend whispers, holding you still. "I'm sorry I woke you, my love. Just... Ignore me, okay?"
"Hmmm... Is it your rut? I thought you said you were on suppressants," you groan.
"I was. I am. They're not working." His voice goes muffled as he presses his lips against your neck. "I swear I tried to let you sleep. I just can't help it, you smell so good. I'm sorry."
Your lips curve into a small, sleepy smile. "S'okay."
His hips shift and he sucks in a breath.
"Can I... Do you mind?" He sounds embarrassed and if you had the energy, you would have teased him for it.
His hand creeps under your shirt, pawing at your breast again and toying with your nipple. His hips jerk gently against you, his erection rubbing between your legs. He whines and bares his teeth. You're squinting at him, pondering just how bad it'll be if you bail on him.
"You know what?" You murmur, slipping your arms around his neck. "You can do what you want with me. I'm too tired."
"Really? Fuck, I want to let you sleep but-"
"Don't give me the chance to withdraw my offer," you warn, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you," his voice trembles slightly.
You part your legs and let your arms drop to the side. Your eyes droop closed. He's awkward at first, and you can picture him constantly shooting glances at your face to see if you're still okay. But soon, his rut clouds his mind and he's grinding his teeth and growling, quickly stripping off your clothes. He presses hungry kisses to your stomach and scoots down, licking at your core.
You might be half asleep, but your body is wide awake and shockingly sensitive. All too soon, you come twice in quick succession, squirming sleepily as his tongue becomes overstimulating.
Finally, he comes back up, lining his body up with yours and spreading your legs for him.
"I want you," he pants. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."
You wake up a little as his cock begins to stretch you, whimpering. Maybe it's because you're small, but there's always a slight pinch in the beginning.
"Shhh, I'll go slower. I won't hurt you," he murmurs against your forehead, his body tense as he pushes in just as slowly as he promised, holding his breath.
He lets it out in a sigh of relief when he's inside you as far as he can go.
"Yes," he mumbles heatedly. "Look at how well you take me, darling. You fit perfectly around me."
With one hand cupping your hip, he begins to thrust in and out of you, your wetness making it all so easy as you clench around him just so you can hear him moan.
"Aren't you a little devil?" He says, nipping at your earlobe. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that."
The dirty talk slips away as he loses himself in you, but you can still tell how much he's enjoying it by the sounds he makes. He touches and kisses every inch of your skin he can reach, hugging you close so he can thrust even deeper inside until you're climaxing again, squeezing tight around his cock.
With a moan and an animalistic growl, he's coming, the movement of his hips forced to become shorter as his knot swells inside you. He praises you for how well you take his knot, his body trembling as he comes again and again.
You're going to be locked together for a good while so he falls asleep with you like that. When you wake up some hours later, he's way ahead of you, waiting with breakfast and hungry kisses.
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rednotebooksworld · 5 months
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You’re a traveling adventurer from a large and famous guild and you are looking for a new companion, maybe even a party. Walking into the guild hall, you are greeted by your first companion.
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rednotebooksworld · 5 months
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This character sheet didn’t show up in tags, so I’m just going to link it here.
Andrew the Beastman Prince
I hate when this happens, Tumblr definitely hates me sometimes 😭
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rednotebooksworld · 5 months
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Made this character a.i. for Caspian if you wanna look at it.
Hope you like this! This account is me I’m just under a name that I use for my other account that I do fandoms with
I’ll make more character a.i. for my characters in the near future but have fun with this one. It took me a while to figure it out
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Character Info: Andrew ~ Beastman
A/n: had a dream about this man. He looked a lot like Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast in his Beast form but that’s his true form. Enjoy my dream-made boi
*NSFW under ‘read more’ tab*
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Summary:
A small yet happy little human kingdom ruled by a kind-hearted Beastman. The king’s oldest son is the same as his father, smart, kind and strong willed. Andrew, a young prince and future king lives in kingdom called Neltonburg. A kingdom where most of the people that lived there were human except for their beloved king and his family. You were new to the kingdom and you met the prince when he snuck out his chambers. The two of you instantly clicked. You never knew he was a prince until the announcement of his coming of age expedition to the neighboring kingdom. You couldn’t resist tagging along with him.
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—he was kind to the people of his kingdom and always seemed to have a smile on his face
—when he first met you, he was curious about you because he’s never seen you before.
—always excited and asking questions as he talks to you
—big height difference 👀
^he is 7’10” take that what you will 😏
—likes hearing about your travels
—has given you flowers on occasion (actually does that cute color correlating to a an emotion or feeling, yes he’s that romantic)
—is surprised you’re not afraid of him, he’s met a lot of travelers as well as new comers that visit his kingdom that were scared of him at first but you, you weren’t at all
—big nerd, likes to write {you bought him a journal once}
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—he’s a gentle lover, he won’t be rough, it’s just not his thing
—definitely has that body worship kink
—he loves when you take control in the bed, gives service bottom energy
—he likes to praise you; “you’re doing so well, love” , “you feel so good, thank you, love.” He doesn’t mind praising back
—oddly likes being called a “good boy” idk why
—he has a large and girthy cock so that’s why he doesn’t mind you on top most of time, he doesn’t want to hurt you
—growls of pleasure 👀
^take this for what you will 😏
—likes to use his tongue on you, likes oral a lot though he likes watching you try and fit his cock in your mouth, it’s very arousing to him
—he doesn’t bite you often, but when you guys first had sex, he marked you “accidentally” but he knew exactly what he was doing
—he is a very romantic guy, so he is very vanilla when it comes to sex but if you want to try something new, he’s down to try whatever
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rednotebooksworld · 5 months
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Why hasn’t anyone else thought of this
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i have some opinions about dnd werewolves
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