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tvmblrsillyman · 1 year ago
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dunno the step of doing it on mobile (at least from the top of my head) and im still stuck w/ the old layout. Will try to explain in terms that should apply regardless of layout in desktop.
(cringe cw below)
If you still have the old layout, click the lil guy icon
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on the top right (or to the left if you have the new layout)
A lil menu of your blog stats should pop up.
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Over at blog settings then you should enable this switch to enable custom settings (below your dashview blog theme preview)
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clicking over edit theme will bring you to a custom page where you edit your blog's theme
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this is the button where you paste the theme's code you want to apply. Find a theme you like and they'll usually have a long string of code for you to copy and paste (usually in github or pastebin), where all you need to do is copy the code you want, head over to your blog's theme "edit html" page, select everything in there and paste over the code you're going to use. update, go back (not exit) and it should update everything. From there you can use the color switches on the sidebar and make it your own! Press save, then you're done!
i think we should have a custom blog theme renaissance
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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year ago
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VIOLET | RAZOR. (GENSHIN)
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✾ tags ; afab + gn!reader, aged-up characters, virginity loss/first times, established relationship, mutual virginity loss, nipple play, fingering, oral (f!recieving), creampies (reader is using a contraceptive), reader is mentioned to be an orphan / run away , 18+
✾ wc ; 6.1k (went to edit and went 700 words over the wc. pain)
✾ a/n ; i'm losing my mind btw. razor my only triple crowned character my most greatly beloved my angel my sweet. also i added the aged up tag mostly bc its the genshin fandom but. if u dont like that dont read. ez peazy.
also trust and believe the voice im picturing in this is his jpn dub. this is important
✾ synopsis ; you resolve yourself after many long years of abstinence, you're going to ask razor about sex the minute he comes home.
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Razor is human. 
On a technical level, this information isn’t news to you. He looks human. His physical makeup is human. He needs to eat and sleep like humans do. Focusing on the technicals alone, Razor is very, very human.
It doesn’t change that he was raised by wolves, though. And you don’t want it too. You think it’d be a shame if he started to assimilate too much into human society just because he felt like he had too. You know how he feels about it. And that Boreas is the closest he’s ever had to a father figure, thus making his claim about Razor's humanity a rather devastating blow. He feels inhuman all while knowing he is. You think once upon a time, he really did wish to be a wolf. 
You’ve known Razor since you were a teenager. You’d ended up in Wolvendom after your exploration of Teyvat led you to its outskirts. You’d bonded over your similarities. Two orphans with no real place where they fit in completely and complete odd-ball personalities - Razor was an easy friend for you to make. Even when you eventually decided to settle into Mondstat - you’d made a point to visit Razor regularly and spend time with him in the forest. 
You made an odd pair of course, but you didn’t mind. If no one else understood you in the world - you know Razor always would. He’d listen patiently about all of your adventures and sit quietly as you decided to pester him by braiding his hair or teaching him new words. Loyal, obedient, sweet.
You never formally had the boyfriend conversation in the time you’d spent together. One day, however, Razor took you to meet Boreas out of the blue as well as the leader of his pack. You figured maybe it was something he did with his close friends. It only occurred to you that maybe this was a more serious meeting when Razor promptly gestured towards you and introduced you as his mate. 
Razor, predictably, was very confused about your minor freak out. You tried not to let it show during your little chit-chat, but afterwards you’d shaken him by the shoulders and interrogated him about his word choice. This of course didn’t register in his mind at all. According to Razor, you’d been his mate since long ago. He’d been courting you since the moment you met in the way wolves are known too. You’re an adventurer, well-versed in certain animal behaviors for the sake of survival, including wolves. 
And looking back on your interactions he was right,  Razor had been courting you from the start. The news made you flush, and you went back into Razors camp and thoroughly educated him on human courting rituals.
(“Why matter?” Razor asks, head laid in your lap while he looks up at you from inside the tent “Not important.” 
“Why would it not be important?” 
He turns towards you, head facing your stomach as one arm lazily wraps around your waist. He yawns sleepily, seemingly not worried about a thing. 
“You are mate. Mate last until death.” He explains, casually - like he’d always believed he’d spend every minute of his life with you. Like that was the only natural outcome for you both and that he’d never consider anything else. You want to explain, it’s different for humans. Humans don’t usually mate that way, you should say. But the words die out in your mouth as he clings closer to you “Sorry for..not asking.. properly. What are we…as humans?” 
You look down at where he lays, thumb brushing over his cheek. 
“Lovers or life partners. They’re closest to the word mate, in definition.” 
“Lovers easier,” He grumbles, eyebrows tightening at the complex words in your sentence “You want to be lovers with Razor?” 
You laugh. Light and bubbly and warm as you lean forward and try to mask the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. 
“Yes. We’re lovers from now on. And mates. And lupical, right?” 
Razor sighs contentedly into your midriff.
“And lupical.”)
According to Razor, you had been mates from the minute you met. According to your human timeline, you have been dating since you were both around 17. It’s been a long time since then and nothing in your relationship has changed.
You’re an adult now and you work with the city of Mondstat studying wildlife populations. You live in the city in a cottage, and Razor lives with you - though he spends most of his day outside. He does the domestic labor while you whittle away at papers and projects. Because of your job, you still spend a fair bit of time together in the wild. He has plenty of insight about the wildlife in Wolvendom and is keen enough on changes to give significant contribution to your study. His work as your partner is unofficial, but everyone acknowledges that you come together in a set. Where you go, Razor follows.
You’re happy with your life. With your relationship to your wolf-boy boyfriend, with the career you’ve carved out of scratch and the life you’ve built. You left your orphanage young and spent a long time on the run. You’re incredibly thankful for all of what you have and you could never think of what more to ask for. 
This is especially true for you and Razor. You’ve never had any real major obstacles in your relationship. Part of this comes from the wolven habit of mating for life. Concepts like pride are foreign to Razor. He says sorry even when he doesn’t completely understand and he has no concept of betraying your loyalty. Most things you can teach, he learns very quickly. But there are also some things no one ever teaches you to navigate. Some boundaries you can’t be sure you’re allowed to cross. 
You’re a blossoming, healthy person in their twenties and so is Razor. He’s scarred and athletic in the outdoorsy way and he’s a little more rugged now that you’ve both grown. He’s hit a growth spurt and he’s taller than you and every time you see his arm flex carrying in an entire boar to butcher in your yard - you start getting so hot under the collar you feel like you’re going to explode. 
The problem is: you want to have sex and you want to have it badly. You want it so bad it’s starting to make you feel like you’re a deviant. Like you’re some kind of harlot masquerading as an archon-fearing civilian.
But it’s so hard to bring up and you don’t know how you’re ever going too. 
You’re very good at asking for what you want usually. It comes with the territory. And thanks to your boyfriend's cluelessness about human social convention, asking for things isn’t embarrassing. Concepts like shame are learned through a lifetime of socialization that he lacks and while you could sit and try to teach him - you don’t think he would care either way. He listens if you tell him he shouldn’t do something, but that’s because you’re his mate and his lupical. 
What other people think is none of his concern. He cares about his Lupical. So if Lisa or Bennet or Klee tell him something, he might take it into consideration. But they, like you, love the parts of Razor that make him how he is and his complete innocence in some ways is part of that. 
You know you could very well ask Razor for sex. You’ve spent a lot of time together and you’ve learned many things about him. It’s not like there’s nothing there at all. Like his every other trait, Razor normally relies on instinct to guide him. You’ve learned through kisses and dry-humping that he can get hard at least. You’ll probably never know the details of his arousal, and the only you’ll ever find out is by having sex with him. 
You don’t know what else he knows. What Lisa has told him of the birds and the bees. 
You have tried to ask Lisa inadvertently, but she enjoys making fun of you too much to give you any straightforward answers. And in her own maternal way, she thinks it’d be better for your relationship if you go ahead and ask yourself. 
She’s right about that, but it’s also not very easy. You know Razor would never judge you. He doesn’t even have the capacity to do so. But while Razor knows nothing of shame, you certainly do. 
It’s your problem to get over. You know that. You rationalize that your fantasies are healthy and normal for someone your age. But there is something terribly humiliating about trying to express the extent of your desire apart from just having it. Is it fair to teach Razor about desire? Does he know of it already and the both of you just suffer in silence? 
Razor is a man. A grown man, and tougher than most men you know. He’s seen more than almost anyone else as part of living in the woods. You know he’s not some innocent fairy. But you can’t get over the feeling like you’re corrupting his sweet preciousness somehow. 
(This has its own charm, but that’s not relevant. Or maybe it is. Maybe there’s guilt for that too but it’s not something you can unpack) 
You’re reaching your upper limit on patience. Your hand can only do the job so long (though the import of sex toys from Fontaine do help) nothing can truly replace what you want. And what you want is Razor.
So, you’ve made your choice. When Razor comes home from…what he’s doing today - you’re going to ask him to have sex.
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You’ve finished all of your work, did as many chores as you can, and now you’re waiting in your bedroom trying to read a book.
You haven’t even read past the first page, actually. But you’re trying. It’s hard to do anything meaningful when your brain keeps pivoting back to what's going to happen when your boyfriend returns home. 
You’re nervous and fidgeting, rubbing your socked feet together and running over the laundry list of talking points you’ve concocted trying to make this happen. You shaved but not bare because you know he definitely wouldn’t like it, but you’re clean. You aren’t sure if he’s going to like that either and he’s expressed that he likes when you smell natural. But it soothed your anxiety to shower so he’ll have to leave with it. 
You have no idea how this could go. You don’t even know how to prepare for the worst, because you don’t know what the worst is. But you reassure yourself with the fact Razor loves you and leave it at that.
You hear the door open and take a deep breath. 
There’s heavy footsteps that get louder and louder. Razor cracks the door open politely, peeking his head into your shared room. He makes a face, the softest little smile you’ve ever seen - before letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. He’s quick to undress himself - jacket and scarf abandoned along with his boots. Leaving him in green pants and a bandage around his chest and arsm. 
“Hi,” He says simply, coming down over to where you’re laid. He chooses to sit on the floor, folding his arms on the bed as he looks at you patiently “Missed you,” 
“Hey there,” Your heart is pounding just looking at him. He’s unreasonably handsome. Had he grown up in normal conditions, you think he would’ve been a very popular loner type. “How was your family?” 
“Good,” He says shortly, eyes warm and light “New pup. First time seeing since I was little. Very small and cute.” 
“I’m glad. Bet it’s nice not to be the youngest anymore.” 
“Come next time,” He says genuinely “They miss you.” 
Your heart is so full you think it might burst. It temporarily soothes your anxiety.
“Of course I will.” 
Razors eyes examine you for a minute. Your heart is still racing. Of course he notices it. He knows much more about you than you’ll ever know about yourself. His brow creases in concern. 
“What’s wrong?” 
You look at him apologetically, immediately warmed by how worried he is. You give him a small smile. 
“I’m okay. Just a little nervous. Wanted to ask you about something.” 
“Okay. I listen. No need to..be nervous.” 
Right. He’s right about that. You sit up and Razor remains where he is. He’s seated comfortably on the floor, on his knees - between your thighs. He’s a sight for sore eyes, terribly rugged and scarred with nothing but honesty settled in his gaze. Carmine and beautiful. You fold your hands in your lap and before you can worry too much, Razor grabs one in his hand. 
He kisses your knuckles so gently, leaning his face into your palm. 
“It’s okay.” 
You figure it’s best to be straight to the point. 
“Uhm. Razor. Do you…know what sex is?” 
“Yes.” 
“Well, it’s—wait what? Did you just say yes?” 
He nods again. “Miss Lisa taught me.” 
That witch. You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.
“And uhm, what did she tell you about it?” You ask tentatively. 
“Like mating but for humans. Best to do with mate. Good to be careful or else pups will come too soon.” 
You stare at him, jaw slack. 
“Right. And what else?” 
He racks his brain right in front of you. 
“Uhm. Can be for…feel good. Should go slow. Lots of things different from wolf.” 
“...Do you know how it happens? The specifics?” 
Razor goes a soft pink. Razor blushes. 
“Yes.” 
You have no idea what to feel. Not the faintest clue in the world. This is the first time in your entire relationship either of you have been in an awkward situation. You’re partially relieved it’s not completely foreign, partially feeling hot between the legs because you’re not corrupting anything. You make a face of uncertainty. 
“Oh. Uhm. Do you—have you ever.. I mean—have you ever wanted to have sex with me then? I-is that something you’d…want to do?” 
Razor almost looks perplexed by this question. He nods, then follows up. 
“Yes. A lot.” 
You nearly choke on your spit. 
“A lot?” 
“Yes. But.. Miss Lisa said to wait. Until mate asks.” 
You’re going to have a serious discussion with that damned woman later. You take a shaky breath, looking at him carefully. This is going to break you in a way you don’t know if you’ll recover from. But you’re fine, you’ve made it this far. And you don’t want to back down when you haven’t gotten to the finish line. The final blow. 
You’re not completely sure where you go from here honestly. Your brain was fully expecting to go on a long rant about sexual intercourse. Now that that’s out of the window, you’re at a loss. You decide, internally, that going straight forward is the best thing you could do for now. 
“Then… would you want to have sex with me?” 
His eyes widen then he pauses, looking worried. 
“Well…yes. But, worried. Not sure…how.” 
“Well, uhm. Normally it starts with kissing and t-touching and things like that. You can just do what feels right. Uhm.. and I’ll tell you… what I like. A-and what feels good.” You offer, trying not to show just how nervous you are even suggesting “But uhm… I also… think about it. A lot. With you.” 
His eyes light up, and you can practically see the change in him. You’ve never let yourself get close enough to look but when you see him now that you know, it’s obvious. He’s looked at you like this before. 
Like he wants you. 
“Razor,” You say, bracing yourself for impact “Come up here.” 
He’s quick to his feet. You lay back down and Razor lays himself ontop of you, hovering gently. He smells like forest, the rich warm scent of dirt and sunlight mixed with sweat that you’ve grown fond of. Looking down at you, he presses his forehead against yours with his eyes fluttered closed. 
“Mate,” His breath is warm like he’s been chewing mint leaves and sweet flowers. He does it sometimes before coming home “Love you,” 
“I love you too, Razor. You don’t,” You swallow thickly, suddenly aware of your proximity “Don’t hold back okay? You won’t break me.” 
“Want to..” He thinks slowly, brain clearly struggling to come up with the right word “Cherish. Want to cherish mate. Cherish you.” 
You give him a breathy laugh as he leans in close to you. 
“Did Miss Lisa teach you that?”
“Yes,” He replies, pressing his cheek to yours and rubbing himself against you innocently “Cherish you a lot.” 
“I cherish you a lot too,” You offer and he smiles. You feel your heart thump as you look up at him less innocently “Let’s kiss first, okay” 
He doesn’t reply. This much is familiar. Though this was something you had to teach him at first, you would go as far as saying Razor kisses better than you. He’s better than you in these ways most of the time. He knows how to read your body language down to the most irrelevant details, attuned to your physicality in a way that could only be inhuman. The first time he noticed a change in your cycle after starting some herbal contraceptives, you were turned on as much as you were afraid. 
His mouth is hot and overwhelming, plush as he kisses you passionately. He’s quick to open your mouth up with his tongue. Razor likes to taste. It’s natural for him to slip his tongue past your lips and lick at yours. You think if anyone else did it you’d be turned off. But with him hovering you over you, desperate as he pulls and nips at your lower lip - it’s stimulating.  It makes you wet before you can think about it too hard. Your hands curl themselves around his neck, tangling at the thick roots of his gray hair. 
He moans when you tug, and your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets. You do it again, a little harder and the same broken sound leaves his lips in the middle of kiss. You swallow the noise before pulling away, looking at his face. His face is perfectly rosy, lips swollen from where you’ve been kissing them.
“Did you,” You look at him erratically, eyes going over every part of his face “Did that feel good?” 
He nods, dumbfounded. 
“Felt good but,” He shakes his head in disbelief “Don’t know why.” 
You giggle, delighted with the outcome. 
“No it’s good, that’s normal.” You say trying not to babble “It’s like your body’s weak point.”
“Not weak.”
“It’s not a bad thing. I have some too. Like my neck.”
You can see the gears turning in his head.  He tucks his chin against your shoulder and before you can speak to ask him about it, he’s pressing his lips against the skin of your neck. He doesn’t stop at a kiss, though. He proceeds to lick the small patch of tender flesh, before sinking his teeth into it.
You moan. You moan sharp, almost like a gasp of pain. He opens his mouth to ask if you’re okay but when he sees you he stops. He blinks, then gives you a look you’ve never seen. 
His voice is almost chipped - richer and more hoarse as his fingers go over what can only be bite marks.
“Feels good?” He says, then adds more urgently “Where else?”
You’ve made him discover something. You’re sure of that. He looks awfully determined about it, too. 
You sigh shakily, grabbing his hands. Even though you’re trembling mercilessly, you want this. You want him. You let his hand squeeze around the swell of your tits - your nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your shirt. With your eyes locked on his, you brush your nipples.
“H-here,” You admit watching his eyes go dark. Animalistic. “Uhm. W-with your mouth, you c-can suck on them.” 
He’s quiet. 
“Like pup?” 
You laugh. 
“A little bit like that, I guess. But it’s different.” 
He makes a small, approving noise with his mouth, once again thinking hard about something before he continues down his path. He leaves open kisses all over your skin, hands reaching to undress you. You help him, peeling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere. His eyes are shut closed, in bliss as he licks and bites down your neck with no real grace. His tongue is wet and rough all over you. 
You can tell you’re being primed for something animal. Like being tenderized, worked apart in a way that makes you melt into something soft. Something that can be broken without teeth, that can be swallowed in one go. It’s not a romantic kiss as much as it’s a hungry graze, a gnawing lust. He’s not being so reserved anymore, and that means sinking his teeth as far into you as he can go, not enough to break the skin. Razor would never break you. But he might ruin you, might melt you down from your very center until he can tear you apart. 
You thought it’d hurt, and it does - but in a good way. There’s some sick sense of relief in how achy your whole body is. You’re burning up because Razor wants you like he’s starving. An emptiness claws at you, makes the back of your gums ache. Makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand nearly straight as you sink deeper in. You want to be full of him and you want him to get so full off of you. 
Razor doesn’t stop his tirade even when he gets down to your chest. Instead his mouth closes around your tit, hard incisors sinking into the supple skin but only slightly gentler than before. His canines feel sharper than yours. They must be. 
“O-oh,” You can feel your voice shake as you hold onto the back of his head. He touches the other one with his free hand, squeezing and massaging the skin. He rubs your nipples experimentally in the same way you did a moment ago. “Razor, hngh,” 
A noise is pulled from the back of his throat, a growl - so hard and heavy that it reverberates into your skin. You can feel it spread through your whole body, your core tightening up. Your skin is prickly. A solar flare shooting through your spine. 
You don’t think you’ve ever been so aroused. You can hardly breathe around the weight of it sitting in your chest.
“Your scent..change.” Razor says through a breath, a thick layer of saliva where his mouth once was “Hot. So hot.” 
You nearly whimper. 
“ It’s because I’m wet…Aroused.” 
“Wet?”
“It means I want to be touched. I want you to touch me down there.” 
A beat of silence. 
“Want me..to mate with you.” He sits up onto his knees, staring at you. Your legs are around his waist loosely. He presses a hand to your clothed sex. You jolt at the contact. “Want me to fill you, here?” 
He puts his hand on your hip, on your stomach - before tucking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.
“Want to see. What’s wet, I want to see.” 
You lift your legs slightly, pulling your shorts off as you're bent at the knee. It’s embarrassing being bare naked in front of Razor, though you’ve seen him in the same state plenty. He’s quick to grab your knee and force your legs apart wide. He’s got that same focused stare, tongue poked out as he brushes the coarse hairs on your mound with his knuckle. You squirm under the feeling. 
“Pretty,” He says first, then follows with “It’s…very warm. Hot but doesn’t hurt” 
Razor explores with his hands. He runs his finger along your slit, before using his thumbs to spread you apart. He nudges your clit. At first you wonder if it's an accident, but when he does it again - rubs a pointed circle on the aching bundle of nerves you realize he’s being intentional. 
“Here, right?” Razor says slowly and gauges your reaction “Feels good for you…here. Helps.” 
You want to ask who taught him such a thing but you already know the answer. You nod helpless, feeling the way his thumb goes back and forth. He tries it in different ways, watches whatever way makes your breath hitch the most. 
“Here makes you… jump. Like bunny rabbit. Like prey”
The word prey almost takes you out. You can’t make your words out very eloquently anymore. “It’s uhm sensitive.” 
He knows the word. You’ve taught him it. He looks at your bare cunt all awestruck, gloved hand resting on your sex as he continues to toy with your clit. You squirm and shake, even trying to pull away. Razor manages to grab you, keeps you pinned with your legs spread, using his own body to keep you like that. 
“Razor,” You moan, grabbing at his wrist “Razor.” 
“Mm. It’s soft. So soft.” 
“I want to see yours.” 
It takes him a second to register your words, but he’s not ashamed in the slightest when he does. He takes off his gloves right before. You’ve felt it, briefly, the weight and heft of his cock through clothes but you’ve never actually seen it. You gasp as he pulls it out, tucking his pants down under his balls. He’s hairy - thick dark gray hairs nested at the base. His cock has a pretty curve up, tip ruddy and bright. It’s drooling, dribbling pre-cum and heavy. He wraps his free hand around the base and strokes it instinctively. It’s a good length, but it’s thick. Thicker than you could’ve ever conjured up in your own mind.
You reach for it between your bodies, your hands trembling as you touch it. Razor lets out another throaty growl. Your hand doesn’t fit around it completely. The back of your throat tightens up.
“You’re—it’s big. I can’t—not at once. I h-have to open myself up a little bit.” 
Razor tilts his head to one side and you shake yours in reply. 
“I need to uhm,” You gesture vaguely “Make it more..wet and stretch myself out. So you fit i-inside.” 
“Want to help. Teach me.” 
“...Teach you?” 
“Easier if I..learn now. When we do it again later. Teach me..how to touch you.” 
The words sound sweet coming out of his mouth, honeyed and loving. An obedient and eager pupil, Razor has always been that hasn’t he? And he always listens the best he can, tries his hardest. You suppose that this instance is no different. You suck in a breath and spread your legs a little more. 
“Watch,” 
Razor watches. He watches as you dip your fingers into your mouth and coat them with saliva. Watches as you snake a hand in between your legs and dip your middle finger down low into your cunt - with a trembling sigh at the sudden intrusion. He watches intimately as you pump them in and out, rhythmic and noisy. The sound of your own wet heat rings in your ears as you spread yourself in earnest. 
Half-way through, Razor puts a hand on your thigh. He pushes your own hand away, and waits for you to open your eyes. He stares at you, long and hard. 
“I want to eat you. Want to lick,” His hand cups your bare pussy “Here. Make you wet. Open you by myself. Want to eat.” 
You’re speechless. Profoundly turned on by the sentiment, so much so you can’t make out your own voice. 
“Uhm,” You close your hands into a fist, tucking your chin. “You can do whatever you like, Razor.” 
He assesses the statement and you watch him take it in. He ends up on his stomach, lying between your thighs. You’re fascinated by his assurance in himself. He takes the right position between your legs. You spread out to give him easier access and he gives you a silent look of thanks. His breath is warm as it fans your cunt. 
Before you get a chance to breathe, Razor sticks his tongue and licks. It’s animalistic with no real finesse at all. He makes up for it with enthusiasm and some conclusions he’s drawn with your assistance. He sucks on your clit nearly feverish, takes it into his mouth like he did your tits minutes prior. It’s drooly and sticky and nasty in a way that makes you ashamed. You’re more ashamed because you like it, you love it really. Spit is running down, dripping down to your ass. It’s a loud slurp - a shameless, nasty hunger in how he licks up your arousal with his mouth and drenches your pussy with spit. 
His groans reverberate into you. He likes what he’s doing. The sound and touch and taste - Razor overwhelms you with all of it. There’s a tangible intensity wrapping up around you, keeping you trapped in the wolf's den. 
You don’t teach him to use his fingers. He seems to have figured it out. The pad of his middle finger draws the spit pooling along your seam before pushing itself into your tight hole. You gasp at how invasive it is at first. Razors fingers are thick and scarred and you can feel the ridges of your raised skin from healed injured when he fucks you open with them. 
It feels good. Being wanted. Being consumed voraciously and openly without any care for shame. Razor is the embodiment of raw desire and all of it- every ounce of it is being used to devour you. The descendant of wolves, the son of the forest - laid between your thighs and eating like something delicious left at an abandoned altar. 
Even clumsy, you’re turned on beyond reason. Arousal leaves you shakily pawing at him to slow down. Your voice is reduced to nothing but small whines and mewls - pleas to slow down that fall on deaf ears. 
“Razor,” Your voice is clipped “Razor, please - it’s enough. Just.” 
When he snaps out of his haze, his chin is soaked with arousal and spit. He wipes it with the back of his hand, looking at you. 
“Tastes good. You taste nice.” He praises, heaving and out of breath. 
Your stomach flares up with new found lust, hands covering your face. 
“Archons, just. Come here.” 
Razor climbs up on top of you again. You cup his face and kiss him hard, tasting yourself on him. 
“You’re so unfair. But I can’t get angry because you’re not even doing it on purpose.”
“Sorry,” 
You shake your head, kissing the corner of his mouth. Trembling with need. 
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I want you inside. Want you to fill me in here, so bad, Razor.” 
His eyes widen. Your desperation must reach him this time, because he nods. innocently. You’re thankful beyond words you’re on contraceptives. At this point, you think trying to use a condom would break you down.
“You just have to put it inside. But please go slowly, okay?” 
“Go slowly…won’t hurt you.” 
Razor sits up on his knees again, drawing your waist down towards him. Before he pushes into you, he lays his cock against your sex - pushing it between messy folds. His expression morphs, his jaw tensing as the head of his cock swells and throbs against your aching clit. It slides and slips so messily, pussy clinging to his hard length. You guide his cock towards your entrance while he leans forward over you. His palms are rough as they grab your hips, hands settling up under your knees. 
You can feel his cock as he rolls his hips slowly. Your nails dig into his back, indenting the skin as you cry out. It’s thick, intrusive as he pushes into your tight little hole. Even after opening you up, there’s an ache inside as the head stretches your pussy open. The raw drag of skin on skin as Razor pushes inside of you. You can feel him with every movement, your legs wrapped around his waist tight.
Razor has always had a limited vocabulary. He likes to speak in short sentences since it’s what he does best. His speech now is a lot more developed, but he still finds it troublesome. 
It stuns you when Razor's grip tightens and he swears under his breath - a single word, long and drawn out as his cock pushes into you deeply. 
“Fuck,” 
“R-razor?” 
“Feels good…feels so good. Want…move. Please.” 
“You can move, just let me hold onto you okay?” 
Razor tucks his head against your neck before he fucks you. In one smooth motion, he pulls himself out completely before shoving himself back in. It’s as gentle as he can go, but you can practically feel him shaking above you. How his whole being urged him to fuck you llike an animal. The desperation rolls off of him in waves, his own hands gripping tighter as he slowly finds a rhythm to fuck you in. Clumsy thrust that turns into careful calculated ones as you urge him to go deeper. 
“Deep,” Razor pants against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. His voice is a low growl as his hips snap up to meet the back of your thighs with each thrust. Your bed creaks each time he moves, the frame knocking against the wood “I’m deep inside you,” 
“Razor,” You sneak a hand between your bodies, clumsily toying with your clit - pleasure ruining your every thought “Harder. Give it to me harder.” 
As soon as the words leave your mouth, Razor gives up on trying to hold himself back. He fucks you with nearly reckless abandon, an impressive amount of strength and weight behind each thrust. His dick pushes in and out of you hard and fast in the most unromantic way. You can feel it all the way up to your throat. It makes the back of legs and and your lower half feel tingly. Your head is blank, nothing but spotted white in your vision. You blink them open to look at Razors face. 
He’s biting at his lower lip hard, focusing all of himself on his thrusts. He’s enduring it well. Your insides clench, a fluttery sensation starting to build up between your legs. You can feel it in your belly, the knot starting to untie. 
Razor is starting to feel it too him. 
“Inside so, ngh - hot.  S-something coming, going to—” 
“A little more. Gonna cum soon, Razor. Feels so good, you make me feel so good.” 
Your mindless praise makes him whimper. A soft noise that echoes through you. You repeat it over and over, in a high voice like you’d praise a puppy. Razor takes it in beautifully, trying so hard not to succumb to his own desires. He restrains despite how hard and how fast and how deep he’s fucking you. You know it’s not easy. 
“I’m gonna c-cum, Razor,” You say, at the very edge “Cum with me. It’s okay, you can let it out.” 
You cum hard. Harder than you think you ever have in your life, then you’ve ever been able to manage by yourself. The sensation hits all at once, like falling through the sky, you can feel the clouds pushed away by the weight of you coming down through. Your insides tighten and tense one last time before everything releases at once, and waves of the aftershock leave your pussy fluttering. You’re washed with pure euphoria, crying out Razor’s name as you cum. 
Razor is quick to follow you. Your own orgasm seems to drive him over the edge, and he cums deep inside. He muffles his cry by biting into your shoulder, groaning as hot seed spills into your cunt with a harsh stutter of hips. He fucks into your pussy, soft and messy before bottoming out and nearly collapsing on top of you. 
It takes you a long minute to catch your breath well enough to speak. 
You rub Razors back soothingly before you do. He lifts his head, eyes heavy as he looks at you. 
“Wow,” He says, eyes wide and blown out. You can’t help but break out into a fight of laughter “Love you…”
“I love you too, Razor.”
“Wanna do it again,” Razor says, looking at you seriously “Can I?” 
You feel a pulse of warmth through your whole body before nodding. 
“Uhm. Yes. Just give me a break first, okay?” 
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velvetineblue · 11 months ago
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a gift-giving guide for the Tai in your life:
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- silver jewelry. he owns a lot of it, but can't ever really have enough of it~ ( and doesn't he deserve love....... and jewelry?🥺 ) - experiences. tickets to an event, concert, outing, travel, etc !! i suppose he is more of a 'quality time' than gifts-received person? so anything along this vein is a good idea. - food. esp. homemade food?? or store-bought/restaurant-bought that has a sentimental value. he thinks that's rly sweet... it's an ephemeral gift that won't last very long, but it will be much appreciated while it does... and he will always have the fond memory!! - shoes/jackets are another item he can 'never have enough of' even though he has A LOT of them already........ but someone should only risk this one if they're really intuned to his personal sense of style. clothes will be a big hit and miss with him since he is picky and particular about his fashion/looks.... but if they know his style very well and know it's something he would wear, then it's a good gift!! - and if the gifter is dating him. ez peazy. easiest gift ever. when at a loss: just buy some lingerie. book a cool/interesting hotel room for the two..... and boom. holiday shopping solved!!! nothing else required ajsjajaj he is a simple creechur. but really, gifts aren't a huge love language for him, so loved ones would never have to stress over it < 3 it's a cliché, but very true in this case: he honestly prefers their presence on any holiday/get-together ( including his birthday ) than any type of gift; nobody is ever required to gift him anything on any occasion, because it's not a tradition that he cares about very much. just being there & celebrating with him would mean everything .
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zaenight · 2 years ago
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Continues from last chapter
Ep 1 Perro/oc pt2
Saw the new eps and lets just whew.
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"ambos hombros, uno dislocado y otro baleado."
Angel said as Sage passed the elder man a flashlight.
(both his shoulders , one dislocated and another shot.)
"va a ser un tiempo está en su músculo." The doctor said as Sage checked over the wound nodding.
(its gonna be awhile it's in his muscle)
"What's he saying,Tell him I'm an La mexican." Creeper said.
"Don't worry I don't know what their saying either." Jess said patting his knee.
The boys Joked around Saying creeper wanted a sex change.
The La mexican was very confused , Sage even let out a few chuckles.
Jess had no Idea what was being said , so she sat with Creeper,who was asking what the hell they were saying as he grunted in pain , Sage telling him not to move.
The guys Laughed as it was time to go , The girls having to go with them , saying their goodbye's to the doctor , and a very confused and concerned Creeper.
"When you guys comin' back ? , Angel , Guys." Creeper questioned as they walked out laughing.
Onto the busy streets , stopping at a place , The girls hanging outside with Ez.
An older man started yelling at a little boy who stole some corn , catching the trio's attention.
"dejalo, el esta conmigo." Ez said as Jess helped the boy up asking if was okay.
(leave him , he's with me)
"solo tenia hambre señor." Sage stated with a glare as the boy's hand held onto Jessie's arm
(He was just hungry sir )
The man said he didn't pay him as Ez pulled out a dollar.
"Estás bien?" Ez questioned as the boy stayed silent.
(You okay)
A woman came up to them , the girls knew who she was , Sage and her communicated with their eyes , not that the other two noticed.
"Gracias." She said as they walked away , two of the  girls with her looked like they wanted to go to Sage , As Ez looked away for a second , she signed she'll see them soon.
As they walked away they heard her telling him he had to be faster than that.
"De nada." Ez said as they walked away , He noticed them go into the same building as his brother.
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"Well that was somthing , whatcha reading Ez peazy ? , get it , Ez Peazy." Jess rambled as Sage let out a breath.
"Just a book." Ez stated as they were startled by A police siren.
As they got up they noticed them around a dead man , how they didn't notice , who knows.
They looked at the words on one of the walls saying , "Mata Al Diablo Resuctia Mexico."
(Kill the Devil Resuctia Mexico)
"Damn." Jess said as Angel,Gilly, and Coco came out.
"Hey! Ready to go home boy scout?" Angel said to Ez.
"Actually I need him to help me with somthing ,  can you take Jess to the Clubhouse , Please ?" Sage stated.
"Yeah sure bone lady." Angel said.
"Don't call me bones , and don't flirt with Jess." Sage stated as the reached the bikes ,with Jess getting on the back of Gilly's Bike,however what the youngest trager,or really nobody noticed as Coco slighty clenched his jaw and jealous stare.
"I'll give you directions." Sage said as she got on the back of Ez's bikr and then rode off from the others.
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"Here we are." She said telling Ez she needed help Fixing the Sinks and outside lights , you would think they would've been fixed already.
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"You sweat alot , here drink." Sage said as Ez , who was now in a  tank top , sweaty , said thanks.
"What made you two move out here?" Ez questioned.
"What made you start prospecting , did my research , You did eight years for killing a cop , accidently , got the rest shaved off , why waste it here?" Sage asked non chalant as the man tensed.
"You don't beat around the bush do you?" He said his gaze soft as he looked at.
"I don't know what that means." She said as she grabbed his bicep , looking at his tattoo.
Her fingers traced the line work , Ez stared at her face , her eyes stuck on the artwork.
"You know if you keep looking at me like that , I might think you want to sleep with me." She said to him.
"Maybe , maybe I just wanna get too know you , take it from there." Ez said raising a brow with a small smile , she wasn't like anyone he's ever met.
"I can do that , occasional flings , but if you want somthing more , that will be turned into a patch , and then we'll go from there , last relationship with a mayan didn't end well." She said tracing his Jawline , and Pointing at his Prospect badge.
"Heard you were related to a Son , how does that work?." He questioned.
"I don't know we were inlove , then he was gone , we were young , eight years ago , when I turned 20 , me and Jess moved out of our uncles , tried to stay away from club shit." She said helping him up , taking off his sweaty tank top.
😃*Small smut warning*😃
"But Enough of that , Show me what you've got Prospect , Are you a little bitch , or are you a beast trying to escape his cage." Sage said Grabbing his belt.
Ez lifted Sage's shirt as she unbuckled his belt , his eyes noticied two scars , one looked to be created by a jagged knife , the other right below her belly button , however that was a gun shot.
Sage noticed the small storm brewing in his eyes , rage and lust mixed together as he traced the scars.
Sage grabbed his hand as she stared into his eyes , she's had flings before , but this , this was diffrent , like when she was with Esai.
"It happened a long time ago, all my wounds have stories that would take ages to tell." Sage stated as the fell back onto the bed.
Ez traced them once again  before kissing the wounds.
"One day I would like to know all about them , no matter how long it takes." Ez said as Sage pulled him into a kiss.
Soon all their clothing was gone , as moans and grunts filled the room.
As the two reached their finishing points , they laid silently on the bed , Ez had a nack for noticing and remembering many things , the small tattoo on her right shoulder blade , worn by the old ladies of the mayans mc , was etched into her skin , along with a name , esai.
Sage leaned her head back , resting it against his chest,she could feel his stare on the tattoo , she turned around and rested her hand against his cheek .
"That story is an even longer one,with a bad memory." Sage said as Ez looked at her with a understanding gaze.
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"For having no female contact and sex in 8 years , you sure know how to pleasure a woman ,and it's somthing i would like to do again somtime, but right now we should get to the clubhouse ." Sage said tracing shapes on his arm around her waist.
"I would like that,and you don't beat around the bush do you." Ez said kissing her neck ,as she laughed.
"I still don't know what that means,but we should get going." She said as he chuckled.
Then the two headed off to the clubhouse where a very hyped up Jess was beating Angel at pool.
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starstar444 · 2 months ago
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my net diary says i’ll be 120 by october 17th skinny girl fall is HEREEEE FOR ME i literally just have to keep doing what im doing ez peazy 😚
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myschooldiary · 1 year ago
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Hi
First sub: twas fine. orientation thingz.
Second sub: damn. I can already feel that I won't be a latin honor girl
Third sub: no prof, vacant but didn't leave the classroom until ~10 mins to 12.
Ez peazy lemon squeezy.
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leemarkies · 3 years ago
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in the car alternating btw blasting shinee and juice wrld waiting for an appropriate time to go in my test room
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evol-astraea · 6 years ago
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serpomiz ha detto: boooo, dairy lover, booo 
My corrosive proc-built Tigris ran out of ammo halfway during the first quarter of fight with Copy!Inaros. Even though I had a Sonicor and a (another) corrisve proc Galatine, I hadn’t enough energy to keep casting Iron Skin.
Considering the Operator’s void energy and amp ammo NEVER run out, but just go on cooldown to recharge, it was the best option available. :P
Driving those Tomb Protector Effigies mad while looking for cloaked!Operator was priceless.
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omghotmemes · 3 years ago
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Ez peazy lemon squeezy
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jotx · 4 years ago
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after tomorrow’s test im essencially done with school like i still have 2 more but im just gonna cheat my way through them ez peazy
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vespertine-legacy · 2 years ago
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Critty actually had a full roster last night, so I got to watch them prog R4, and let me tell you, R4 is going to absolutely murder my computer since every boss has huge visual tells for the mechanics and huge graphical “you are now getting your shit obliterated” mechanics, but it looks very fun. Though if I ever need to dps it, I am probably going to have to learn to play a ranged spec better than “trash” (I can kind of faceroll some of the ‘slinger/sniper specs, and I’m kinda picking back up facerolling the sorc/sage specs, but I have never even tried to play merc/commando dps).
The person streaming didn’t have the quest for the storyline, so those of us watching didn’t get any of the dialogue/cutscenes for what’s actually going on (which is fine, I’m kind of excited to see that for myself, but still mad I need to run like 20+ more toons through Dxun to get them eligible for the mission, I do at least have it on 3 of them lol).
Tons of opportunities to fall to your death, to get lost, to get stuck in weird things. 10/10 environment.
Thoughts on the fights, from what I saw on stream:
First boss didn’t seem too complicated, but there’s definitely a benefit to having some strong rdps, and I’m worried about what my lag is gonna be like with all of the animations. I’m glad that the symbols to break the shields have different colors and shapes, so it’s at least a little more accessible (although it was funny to watch the stream chat yelling about “it’s not an octagon you idiot, it’s a hexagon). All of the mechanics are pretty clearly telegraphed (and it’s very “I warned you I was gonna do that, if you didn’t move out of it, it’s your fault you’re dead”), it’s immediately apparently which terminals you need to click in order to break the shields. The boss’s cast in the final phase is probably a dps check - beat it or you’re dead.
Second boss looked like it had some elements of the Ancient Guardian Droid from Nathema (not just in the design of the boss itself, but in the mechanics for the tank), but again, I’m worried for what my lag will do. Looked like some opportunities to blow each other up if a pull is going badly. This fight is all about positioning, because you need to keep certain circles and get the fuck out of others. Probably a good idea to stack on pull to keep the field clear of the first missile launch. There’s some fun red light/green light bullshit where if you’re a certain color and you move, you die. Then there’s a point where the tank has to hide behind someone who has the opposite color of the beam the boss is charging at them (it looks to me like hiding behind the Hunter Probe during the Nathema guard dog fight) in order to not take any damage, but at least in SM, it can almost entirely be mitigated by a sorc bubble if no one gets there in time. I couldn’t hear all of the ARIA dialogue during the fight, but it sounded like she was giving pretty good directions.
Hell Hallway is a bit like the hallway in the Seeker Droid final mission where you’re trying to do the batteries for the generator/bomb thingy and the enemies keep coming and it’s easy to get overwhelmed, only it’s Worse and Red, but you can Divide and Conquer for clicking the panels, kill the big glowy thing that is attracting more of them, and ez peazy. (everyone re-spec’d to dot spread for the Hallway, and even with Shatter Burst getting nerfed, they just smashed the bajesus out of everything; sidenote, now that Shatter Burst has been nerfed, I’m wondering if I can keep up with juggs on lethality on trash...).
Third boss looked kind of like if Tyrans took a lot of drugs? I talked with one of them for a really long time about ways the mechanics could better be controlled (based on what I saw on stream that he hadn’t seen from his pov and what seemed reasonable to be able to do because of one of the achievements for the fight). It seemed to me like the group can somewhat control where the rot is appearing/hardening to ensure they have more of the field still available (and to keep the corners clear for the achievement). We also talked about, but they didn’t try, whether or not the Fire Probes can be moved by friendly movement abilities like the PT/Vanguard tank grapple and sorc/sage pull, to reposition them rather than waiting for them to doot along into a good position (I feel like they have to be, because they move so slowly, and you can’t just wait for them).
They ended up not clearing third boss, so I haven’t actually seen last boss.
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ninaisnotasian · 10 years ago
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I taught Emily how to masturbate in Chinese today.
What a day.
I feel so accomplished.
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