no one understands glasses reid like i do i need that man in ways that are so disrespectful to feminism. id do things to that man no one could believe ,i wanna see them glasses fogged up
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Sub Jouno cuz there’s some feral side of me that just wants to overstimulate him until he cries.
- Overstimulating him would be relatively easy because of his heightened senses
- Would whine and whimper🔥🔥🔥
- You both have a system where if he is unable to speak he would tap on your arm twice in a row to signal he needs to stop/have a break
- I JUST NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN HIM WHIMPERING WOULD JUST BE NGH MNGGG
- He deffo likes to be praised and called a good boy
- His voice coming out so light and airy😍
- Could literally NEVER go back to just masturbating normally bc of how good you fuck him
- Recording his moans and making him listen to how cute his noises are😫
“h—aah! Please… please… n-need… break… ple-please…!”
He sounded so ethereal and majestic, it was a shame he’d never know how beautiful he looked while broken like this…
His legs are shaking violently as his breath comes out brokenly and inconsistent. He’s so precious, you can’t help but take a picture of his ruined state.
He doesn’t even realize you’ve taken a photo of him because of your nail digging into his sensitive tip.
As you press down with a bit of pressure he lets out a wail and a fat tear drips down his face.
He’s only came once but this feeling of such intense pleasure is making him go crazy.
“C—can’t…! T-too much! Please…!”
You cup his cheek and smile lovingly at him.
“Just one more, for me? Can you do that for me? Be a good boy?”
Another tear drips down his face before he hesitantly nods while hiccuping.
“Such a good boy.”
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can't stop thinking about Kä, someone help me i have driving lessons now and all i can think about is Kä...
enjoy some boobs, special shoutout to the day Salena fed him with cake and we got this:
I need to cum on his boobs so fucking bad you don't UNDERSTAND. They're made for it.
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Zevlor would be a quiet lover, silent if you need the silence. He would be a gentle lover, approaching certain moments with a bit of hesitation—not because he doesn’t want to do these things:
Hugs, kisses, sexual intimacy, even innocent intimacy.
He would need just a moment to deal with the emotions he feels, he hadn’t let himself feel these things for quite a while, but you make him want to embrace those feelings again. You make him want to pile up enough courage to touch you just a little more recklessly than he would usually allow himself to.
He would take his time with you, in all matter of things, because he never had much time in his life. Everything always rushed and hasty in his life. He would be patient, need you to be patient. He would rediscover what it is like to let himself feel love, be loved.
What the warmth and embrace of another living being feels like, what a life absent of violence and blood feels like. He would kiss you any second he gets to kiss you, he would constantly hug you from behind, cling to you, bury his face in your neck, inhale your scent.
He would never be far from you, he wouldn’t hide how depraved he is, though he would never tell you that he is depraved. But you would know. It would be painfully obvious.
He would enjoy holding your hand, entwining fingers. He would wrap his tail around your thigh, around your waist, around your wrist, let you hold onto it when you were too far to hold his hand. He would seek your warmth at any moment of the day, he would become so utterly addicted to your love.
Some nights he would cry, overwhelmed by those feelings, reluctant to let himself be happy. He would ask you what you see in him—not because he wants you to flatter him, but because he genuinely wonders why you chose him, what you see in him that he can’t see.
But when you do flatter him, praise him, call him beautiful, tell him that he is a capable leader, a strong person, a good tiefling to his people, that he’s worthy, he would crumble. He would melt into your embrace, cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing an even deeper red than his skin already is.
He would seek your touch, physically and emotionally, innocently and passionately.
He would have you any way you’re willing to have him.
He would be there for you, praise you, care for you, love you and protect you. Unconditionally. And he wouldn’t expect much of you in return but everything you do for him would leave him filled with warmth and a fondness he would struggle to comprehend.
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