from bad based on scents and tastes and their tiny little mannerisms! That stuff blows me away with how fucking hot it is-
Mundane intimacy is the peak of human experience and we need to get better at writing it collectively!!!
Like yeah it's hot to be into like body hair itself, but being into like a ROUTINE? Being able to feel it on your face after adoring this person so long till you know when their next shave is! Knowing when they're skipping showers for time on their smell? Knowing good days--
their day being tiny signs for what to expect, in a good mood or when looking forward to the night with you, they might have a certain song or playlist so their little hums, the melodies and rythms are just perfect and getting you in the mood even when you don't realise it!
I--
worries away with kisses and sweet words!
Tasting people's favorite foods on their tongue until you grow to love it yourself is perfect, and eating their favorite foods to make your kisses that much more addictive is heavenly!
The little songs they hum as they go about--
such an imprint on you that you start to adore the items themselves! Your gaze lingering on crop tops after that one muscular ex made you adore the sight, or a certain style of glasses just getting you happy and excited from that extra affectionate partner that melted your--
days, their body odour or even what they've eaten! Just being able to relax and huff that like a fucking sommelier and being able to identify what your partner got up to, knowing just how much care and attendance is needed???
AND CLOTHES! Someone's unique fashion sense having--
//Not to be a massive dweeb, but i think we gotta start fetishizing the mundane WAY more.
The way someone smells is one of the most intimate and calm things in the world! Resting your head on their chest and being able to smell their perfume, the lingering activites from their--
ASWFIHAS I FORGOT ABOUT VOICES AND INFLECTIONS WAIT HOLD ON-
I fucking ADORE people's voices, the little mannerisms they carry in them that you don't think about or notice, and the the way rises and dips can infer mood and you can sorta pick up on their thought process with--
Yeah yeah, you'll hand over the X-Attacks and Proteins after this, right? For her to stand a chance in fights she really needs to get on that EV stuff...
And if you say a word about this, even with her weak attack stat, you won't stand a chance with what she'll do to you!
Pokemon stats can often be determined by their body!
For example, this thick, monstrous cock of hers clearly indicated an incredibly high attack stat!
And her muscular, chiseled glutes mean she's fit for not only fighting, but breeding..-
What do you mean you don't see it!?
Fighting types are such brutes. So aggressive and strong...
Sure, she lied about being fighting type, but that's no reason to keep marking her butt like this! It stings, and she's starting to worry it might be permanent...
She can't help herself around some Pokรฉmon. Dark types can be so intimidating and imposing, she can't even put up a fight.
They're always so weird with the prizes though...
She can't help herself around some Pokรฉmon. Dark types can be so intimidating and imposing, she can't even put up a fight.
They're always so weird with the prizes though...
//So, fascinatingly, the pic of me with the pacifier in my mouth about the oral fixation is marked as child sexual exploitation and had to be deleted
i don't wanna say that's utter bullshit, but that is, in fact, fucking bullshit.
I wanna bleed i wanna feel your touch over the wounds and you tell me I'll be okay i wanna cry into your shoulder and beg for forgiveness for getting my crimson on your perfect body and on your sheets i want to suffer and i want you to save me from it all
i need you to hurt me and make me whine and beg, i need to feel that agony associate itself with you and i want to miss it all after it's all healed because it's just another way that you're temporary
if you aren't scarring me I'll miss you in two weeks when it's only a mark
i wanna taste my blood on your lips and sob when you pull away with diluted pink stringing our lips together like spiderwebs
kiss my wounds better until you know my taste inside and out
when it's all over please just tell me you won't leave me, that I'm safe despite it all
when I'm aching and bleeding, crying and helpless, i want to know more than anything in the world that you love me
teach me to love your love, as soft and painful as it can be.