#soft pronouns

[queersrus]

Soft theme

[soft theme]

including textures, descriptive words, words/names meaning soft as well as soft in other languages and synonyms.

(Nick)Names:

alya/aalya, abhiratra, aderyn, adhara, alhan, amalthea, amauricus, amiable, amicabilis, aura, aure, aurore, aurora, auralie/auralee, aurear, adalinda/adallinda buthayna, bayne

cushion, cushiony/cushioni/cushionie, cloud, calm, cotton, cottony, cream, creamy, chifon/chiffon, comfy/comfi, chenille, clem, clemencia, clemency, clementeen/clementine, clementia, clemmy

downy/downey, dim, dulcet, delicatte, dull, dream, dreamy/dreami, dietlind/dietlinde, delani emmi, eulia

fleece, fleecy/fleeci, fur/furr, furry, faint, fluff, fluffy, fine, frodelinde, frolinde, feather gentle, guenivier/guenevere, ginevra, ginie/ginnie, gennifer, guin, gwenhwyfar, gaenor, genniver, gislind/gislinde

hush isaura, irmlinde jenie/jennie/jeni/jenni, jenifer/jennifer, jen/jenn, juliska kumal, komol, komal

low, lawler, lenis, leyan, linda, linde, lindy, lyan murmur, mute, muted, muffle, malachite, malvine, malwina, melvina, mellow, mild, mylin oriane

pastel/pastelle, pale, peace, paisley, patient, pearyl quiet, quiana rest, reshma, rujul, rugu, rosalynd/rosalind

soft, softy/softie, softly, softest/softestte, softette, softetta, softa, softelle, softella, softine, softina, softia, softe, soften, softene, softeneda, smooth, silk, silky, silken, satin, satine, satiny, sooth, silent, still, serene, silika, sieglinde

tender, tranquil, tranquila, timi, timid, teddy velvet/velvette, velvety, velveteen/velvetine, vanini, velouette whisper, warmth, wani, winnie yalina

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

si/softe/softly/softine/softself si/soothe/soothy/soothine/soothself si/sme/smoothly/smoothine/smoothself gi/gentle/gently/gentline/gentleself hi/hushe/hushy/hushine/hushself fli/fluffe/fluffy/fluffine/fluffyself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

so/softer/softers/softerself so/soother/soothers/sootherself smo/smoother/smoothers/smootherself go/gentler/gentlers/gentlerself ho/husher/hushers/husherself flo/fluffer/fluffers/flufferself(fluffierself)

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

so/soft, so/ft, so/oft, soft/softs, soft/ly, soft/softly, softly/softlys, soft/er, sof/ter, soft/softer, softer/softers, soft/texture, soft/feeling, soft/touch, soft/voice, soft/spoken, soft/whisper, soft/fur, so/sooth, soo/th, so/oth, so/ooth, sooth/sooths, sooth/soother, sooth/soothing, smo/smooth, smo/oth, smo/ooth, smooth/smooths, smooth/smoothly gen/gentle, gen/tle, gentle/gentles, ge/ntle, ge/gentle, gentle/gently, gently/gentlys, gentle/gentler, gentle/voice, gentle/touch, gentle/whisper hu/hush, hu/sh, hu/ush, hush/hushes, hush/hushed, hushed/whisper, hushed/voice flu/fluff, fluff/fluffs, flu/ff, flu/uf, fl/uff, fluff/fluffy, fluffy/fur, fluffy/tail

Titles

the soft, the soft one, the soft spoken, the softest whisper, the gentle one, the gentlest being, the hushed voice, the hushed whisper, the fluffiest of [animal]s, the fluffy one, the softest fluff, the softest of fluffers, the gentlest speaker, the smoothest speaker, the whispering wind, the soothing voice, the soothing presence, the soother

*one who sooths, one who is soft spoken/speaks softly, one who loves only the softest of textures, one who whispers with onlythe softest heart, one who remains hushed, one who gently holds ones loves, one who fluffs your pillows, one who has the fluffiest tail

soother

*one can be replaced with any prn

feel free to ask to be tagged when we post or for specific themes

[scytheral]

wahh hi im sorta lookign for soft / cute / feline neutral names and pronouns !! (if thats alright w/ you!!)

Good evening ,Your wishes were Quite fun 02 Work on. Here Are they , Completed. && His Angelically focused More on " Related " to Rather than Directly connected , For bows Unsure on That. && Apologies if These ended Up sounding more Femme than Neutral .. Hope you ' ll Enjoy these , Nonetheless. 🤍

— Soft ( Neu ) Namesㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Alserl.ㅤAuveir. *ㅤAlme.ㅤAmme.ㅤAmicat.ㅤAticent.ㅤAreticent.ㅤAhsou. *ㅤAulove.ㅤAlouette.ㅤCotton.ㅤCottonyt.ㅤCottent.ㅤCottonynt.ㅤCotlient.ㅤCottonient.ㅤCllient.ㅤCushiet.ㅤCalmel.ㅤDeuvie.ㅤDulight.*ㅤDaitty.ㅤDatty.ㅤDainy.ㅤEmerlinde.ㅤEmony.ㅤEmolieny.ㅤEcottony.ㅤEmolittony.ㅤEmolitony.ㅤLicet.ㅤLilcet.ㅤReticenle.ㅤReticene.ㅤRele.ㅤReticentle.ㅤReticable.ㅤSouderle.ㅤSatiny.ㅤSativety.ㅤSety.ㅤSatilvety.ㅤPainty.ㅤQuietoned.ㅤVelvet. *ㅤVelny.ㅤVatiny.ㅤVeltiny. *ㅤVetiny.ㅤ

— Soft ( Neu ) Pronounsㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Ch🧸 ﾉ Ch🧸rㅤGentle ﾉ GentlesㅤDear ﾉ Dears *ㅤDarlin ﾉ Darlings *ㅤSa ﾉ SatinysㅤVel ﾉ VelvetysㅤDul ﾉ DulcetsㅤLi ﾉ Lights *ㅤSoft ﾉ SoftishsㅤPres ﾉ PreciousㅤAm ﾉ AmadosㅤBon ﾉ Bonitesㅤ🎀 ﾉ 🎀sㅤ🧸 ﾉ 🧸ㅤ...

— Cute ( Neu ) Namesㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Adore.ㅤBon.ㅤBonsdier.ㅤBelicity.ㅤBecity.ㅤBenity.ㅤBenlicity.ㅤBlosi.ㅤBesom.ㅤBossom.ㅤClovely.ㅤChanning.ㅤCutely.ㅤCutel.ㅤDulmie.ㅤDulcimie.ㅤDulcis.ㅤDocen.ㅤDoce.ㅤEleya.ㅤElreya.ㅤEreya.ㅤFinley.ㅤFrella.ㅤFelne.ㅤFelicityne.ㅤFelicito.ㅤIndatt.ㅤLovelyte.ㅤLovelte.ㅤMilcis.ㅤMiacis.

— Cute ( Neu ) Pronounsㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Ch🩹 ﾉ Ch🩹rㅤBeau ﾉ BeausㅤDai ﾉ Daintys *ㅤDeli ﾉ Delights *ㅤCu ﾉ CutesㅤCute ﾉ CutestsㅤGlee ﾉ GleesㅤAd ﾉ Adores *ㅤAdm ﾉ Admiresㅤ🐇 ﾉ 🐇s *ㅤ🐑 ﾉ 🐑 *ㅤ...

— Feline ( Neu ) Namesㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Cithe.ㅤCilithe.ㅤCatuslis.ㅤCalis.ㅤFelitus.ㅤFelisatus.ㅤLitet.ㅤLithet.ㅤLithivet.ㅤLeonil.ㅤLeoninel.ㅤLeol.ㅤLeonul.ㅤLeoful.ㅤLeuvour.

— Feline ( Neu ) Pronounsㅤ!ㅤㅤ))

Chew ﾉ CherㅤCyew ﾉ Cyewr ㅤCat ﾉ CatsㅤPaw ﾉ PawsㅤClaw ﾉ ClawsㅤFel ﾉ FelsㅤFeli ﾉ FelidalesㅤFel ﾉ FelinesㅤKit ﾉ KitsㅤEl ﾉ ElegantsㅤCi ﾉ CivetsㅤLit ﾉ Lithesㅤ🐱 ﾉ 🐱sㅤ🐈 ﾉ 🐈 *ㅤ🐈‍⬛ ﾉ 🐈‍⬛ * ...

01 : * Are ones Your Doverlover also Uses. Basically giving Them away.

02 : Any of These may Be altered in Any way The user wants. For both Names && Prns.

03 : Pronouns may Be swapped with Anything.

04 : " The " may Be replaced with " Your " / " My " / [ Prns ] , If one Desires. Just have Fun , truly.

[bamsara]

So wait when Nari says he resurrected someone is it Lamberts youngest sibling? Does that imply that Lambert has all bones of his deceased family?

[vampiresfromxenon]

Luscious, Succulent, Delectable

Astarion x gn! Tav/Reader

Around 2.3K words

Tags: Fluff, so much kissing, so much moaning (so so much), body (thigh) worship, consensual touching, mutual love, they are so insanely in love, slight angst, consensual biting/blood sucking, soft! Astarion, implied smut, no y/n

Summary: After a tough battle, you can’t help but fall apart in your tent, aching both inside and out. Astarion, whom you’ve recently committed to a relationship with, comes to your side to comfort you. Wanting to help you focus more on yourself and what your wants and needs are, he finds himself lost in exploring your thighs. 

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It’s been a long day. Hells, it’s been a long life. One day you wake up on a Nautiloid ship and suddenly you’re responsible for saving not just yourself, but pretty much all of Faerûn. Lucky you, right? Life’s punching bag, here in the flesh. 

It’s not all bad, though. You’ve been met with some kindness along the way, though perhaps not as much as you feel you deserve. One of your traveling companions, however, has certainly delivered on his promises of ‘kindness’. For nights on end you two would sneak off into the woods, exploring each other’s pleasure limits, and for many, many mornings, Shadowheart was less than pleased to cure you of your bloodlessness. 

As time went on, you learned more about Astarion, your pale, vampiric friend. You had your doubts about him at first, but you had grown to love him, caring for him deeply the more you learned about his past, the more he became vulnerable around you. After a drow from Moonrise Towers was very persistent to have Astarion drink from her, and you supported him in telling her to ‘fuck off’ (but in nicer words than you’d hoped for), you found yourselves re-evaluating your situation. 

The vampire had grown to care for you, seeing much more in you than just protection. He saw something deeper, something real and fresh and… It was a bit much for him at first, but over time you both grew to be even more comfortable around each other, finding yourselves enjoying the smaller, lighter moments of intimacy that rose from being deeply in love. 

Tonight was no different, as your party returns to camp from defending Halsin’s portal in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. You were covered in blood and bruises, trudging along to your tent at a slow pace. Most party members found themselves skipping dinner, just trying to sleep off their wounds and soreness. You found yourself nearly doing the same, sitting down on a soft cushion as you remove your armor, tossing it off to the side to be cleaned and polished later. Lying on your bedroll in your night clothes, you softly sigh, your body relaxing enough to where you can feel the full extent of the trauma your body went through today. Closing your eyes, you begin to doze off, trying to forget it all and think about what a new day could bring. 

“How are you feeling?” A smooth voice asks, the flap of your tent crinkling as a figure wanders in. You wake with a start, sitting up to meet the new inhabitant of your tent. 

“I’ve never felt better. Poets could write sonnets about how at peace I feel.” You sarcastically scoff, rolling your eyes. 

Astarion grunts as he sits at your side, taking claim of the cushion you were previously on. It’s clear that today’s battle had also hit him quite hard. “I’ll be sure to sing along as they recite it.” He teases, trying to hide his discomfort. You both sit there in silence for a moment, not wanting to show a sign of weakness talking about how much your bodies ache from the day’s activities. You can’t help but break the silence first.

“I don’t know how we’re expected to do all of this. My whole body aches, I’m unsure if I’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow!” You say, exasperated.

“You carried on just fine after all those nights I left you unable to walk…” He snickers, and you playfully push at his chest. 

“I’m being serious! This is a lot of pressure, so many people are relying on us, relying on me… I just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.” Your eyes land in your lap.

Astarion takes a softer tone, hating to see his love in such a melancholy mood. “Darling…” He sighs, his hand resting on your thigh. You flinch a little, your legs badly bruised. He is quick to notice this, and he begins to gently massage your thigh through the fabric, hoping to bring you some comfort. 

“You take on too much. I know you want to help, it’s a damn curse that you care so much, but we have to focus on taking care of ourselves for a bit. We spend so much time helping other people that I think you forget we have that hellish tadpole behind our eyes. We don’t have much time left, but I know we have enough for you to take a break. Please, you need to rest. You can’t solve everyone’s problems, especially when you can’t solve your own.” 

You find yourself on the verge of tears, trying to take in all these words that he would have never said to you before you became close. Hearing this from him, seeing this side of him, you know he’s serious and means every single word. He notices your silence, your closed-offness from the conversation, and he gently places his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his. 

“Promise me you’ll take a break? Only focus on the tadpole stuff for a bit?” He softly asks, his eyes switching between both of yours, looking for any sign of confirmation.

“Ok…” Is all you can breathe before he leans forward to hug you, both of your bodies trembling slightly from the bruises brought on from today. He pulls from you, placing soft kisses on your cheeks before a delicate one on your lips.

“I want to help you relax.” He offers, and you nod your head, trying to follow his words of advice about taking more time for yourself. He smiles as he moves down your body, slowly removing your trousers, leaving you in just your nightshirt and underwear. He tosses them off to the side, taking in the sight of your legs. He frowns before saying something in a low, rumbling, lustful tone.

“Oh Darling, those bruises should be from me.” 

He sighs before crawling between your legs, his hands caressing the sides of your thighs as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Moving his hands up and down your thighs gently, he takes in the scent of your skin. A smile creeps on his face as your body shivers from his touch, already very eager for more. Knowing this, he decides to take his time, teasing you for as long as he can handle. His hands begin to curl around your thighs, his fingertips dragging along the inside curve of your thighs now.

“Gods, why have I been sleeping with that ratty old pillow when these have been here this whole time?” He growls, gripping your thighs a little tighter, holding them closer to his head. 

You let out a small gasp from both the pain and excitement from his touch. He’s massaging your thighs a little harder now, and you can’t help but let out small moans here and there, only encouraging him to continue. You throw your head back into the pillow, your hand on your mouth as he massages a particularly sore spot. Seeing this, he stops, waiting for you to meet his gaze again. Distraught from his lack of touching, you open your eyes and look down at him to see him gazing at you through his lashes.

“Don’t you ever hide those sounds from me, darling.” He purrs, a commanding tone in his voice. He reaches through your legs to remove your hand from your face, his hand trailing down your torso in a teasingly slow pace.

“I’m not even close to being done with you yet, I intend to make you sing all night. Your throat will be aching for ages…” His words are dripping with lust, and your heart races at his usage of those dirty double entendres. His hand slips between your legs, hooking around your left thigh again, bringing it closer to his face.

Maintaining eye contact with you, he licks a stripe up your leg, starting near the junction between your torso and thigh, ending all the way up to your knee. His breath tickles your skin as he chuckles, watching you shake from his attention. He does the same with your other thigh, making sure to go just a little bit slower to really drag out your slight frustration. Your chest feels tight as it rises and falls quickly, the sound of your panting becoming loud enough to be quietly heard from outside your tent. At this point, neither of you cared if anyone in the camp heard you; it wouldn’t be the first or last time they’d hear it. 

“Your body is so soft, so beautiful, so perfect. Your thighs-” He kisses the inside of your left thigh near your knee softly, his tongue tracing at your skin. As he continues to speak, he sloppily kisses down your thighs, panting from all this excitement he brought on himself. He laps at your skin like a wild, hungry animal, your legs a fresh, raw, succulent steak.  

“They are delectable, darling. ~mhm~ I just can’t get enough of them. ~mhm~ The knowledge that you get to have them, ~mhm~ that they’re part of you, ~mhm~ that you walk around with them ~mhm~ every day. ~mhm~ Gods, I envy you. ~mhm~ If I had legs these perfect, ~mhm~ I’d never ~mhm~ hide them ~mhm~ from the world. ~mhm~ Just the sight of you, ~mhm~ lounging on cushions, ~mhm~ your legs draped on each other, ~mhm~ the way your legs look so soft ~mhm~ and inviting… ~mhm~ It's a wonder how ~mhm~ I don’t just take you ~mhm~ right then and there. ~mhm~ You drive me crazy, ~mhm~ my love. ~mhm~”

He pulls away from your thighs, both of you so riled up that you feel as though the air has been knocked out of you. Your head is hot from all the blushing, all the flattering comments, all the kissing. His face is slightly flushed, his pupils blown out, his eyes brimming with both love and lust. He almost sounds drunk as he speaks, his voice nearly cracking at the thought of what he wishes to do to you next. Pleading, he lies his cheek on the inside of your right thigh. 

“Your thighs are so delicious. I just need a taste. Just a quick taste. Please.” You can’t deny him, not after how much pleasure he’s brought you without even touching you like that yet. You nod your head, and even though he appears desperate, he makes it clear that he’s still the one in charge, the one with the upper hand.

“If you want it, you’ve got to say it.” You whimper as he massages your leg, teasing you. 

“Yes! Gods, yes!” You breathlessly exclaim.

Without wasting a single second, he sinks his teeth into your left thigh, moaning as he bites harder into your soft flesh. You moan with him, the feeling of both pain and pleasure extremely stimulating. In all your excitement, you clamp your thighs together, almost crushing his head between them. He moans even louder, his hands pressing into your thighs, encouraging the pressure. Had your legs not already been bruised, you’re sure you’d have the shape of his hands in your skin for a few days after this. During all of this, you can feel his body moving, shaking… thrusting. If you weren’t already moaning, Gods only know how you’d react to the sight of him rolling, perhaps almost slamming, his hips into your bedroll as he drinks from you, his head clamped between your thighs.

As he drinks from your thigh, you feel the sharp stinging pain from the initial bite fading away, the tingling numbness taking its place. You can feel the blood leaving your body, and it feels different from how it usually does when it leaves your neck. It’s a new, exciting feeling, hard to compare to your neck as both give such different feelings of pleasure. 

You can feel him slowing down on drinking from your thigh, his throat thick with your blood, his moans slowly turning into needy little whimpers and whines. He pulls from your thigh, eagerly lapping up the blood that drips from the two puncture wounds. The sight of his desperation makes him look like he’s never had anything to drink before in his life. The pressure from your thighs around his head releases, your legs falling open as you relax. You both lie there together, his head resting on your right thigh and looking up at you as you both try to catch your breath. He goes to speak, his voice wavering as he still continues to pant, his body now full of more energy thanks to your blood.

“For a moment there, I couldn’t breathe at all. I thought about pushing your legs away from me to catch my breath, but then I realized that I could die happy knowing that my head was crushed between your luscious thighs.” 

You laugh, realizing how ridiculous his statement is, as well as how arousing it is too. He smiles, gently kissing the puncture wounds on your thigh again. Climbing on top of you, he nestles his hips between your legs, and you can feel just how much he enjoyed all of that. He leans over you, kissing you lightly, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. 

“Thank you.” You quietly say, brushing his hair out of his face. Your hand caresses his cheek, feeling how warm he is with all your blood rushing through his body. 

“No, thank you. And besides, don’t think we’re done just yet, my love.” He gives you a knowing look, cocking his eyebrow. “I want to be the main reason you can’t walk tomorrow.” 

Before anything else can be said, you hungrily grab his face, his lips crashing on to yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, drawing his body closer, his chest grinding into yours. The night wanders on, your tent rustling, full of moans and panting breaths, two people utterly, embarrassingly in love. 

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Author’s Note:

GUYS. Ok think back to that one scene where he drinks from Tav for the first time. You guys remember that one line of dialogue that happens if you persuade him off of you? “Mhh? Oh, of course. That - that was amazing.” His little whimper. His gulp. His panting. That one line alone was such a huge inspiration for how I wrote this, I need you all to know that that’s basically what he sounds like during most of this fic. Do with that information what you will- 

(Also this is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing smut. I don’t feel 100% comfortable writing smut, but I hope you guys enjoy the moments like these as much as I do!!)

[sodascribbles]

There's a gentle hand cupping the back of their boiling neck, and another holding the glass up to their lips. "Slowly," Caretaker's voice murmurs, breaking through their feverish fog. "Don't make yourself any sicker, now."

Whumpee takes slow sips of the water, a small satisfied sound escaping them. They flutter their eyes open just enough to see Caretakee's face, creased in concern.

"Hey, kiddo," he whispers, forcing a smile. Whumpee manages a weak smile back. They've never been more thankful for a drink of water, but words of gratitude are eluding them.

Instead, they let out a content sigh, and let Caretaker lay them back down.

[bhramarii]

THE PROPHET // THE SAINT

[trashytoastboi]

Hello! I've loved so mich your nsfw scenario about Killer and s/o first time together, could you do something similar for Kid and female s/o please? Thank you if you'll write it!!

^^ Heyya! 🍞🍀 sorry for the late reply on this! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and of course! Hope you enjoy~

NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

(Female Pronouns) 

Warnings: NSFW {Virgin, Body worship, Fingering, Missionary} + Soft Kid (Because why not)

Word Count: 2,626 words

🛠 Eustass Kid 🛠

 

From the get go of the relationship it’s been evident to say that Kid is a very affectionate person by nature. Emotional intelligence and thoughtful conversations were not his forte. He willfully chose actions in lieu of words. Everything about conveying intention through action felt more honest, and genuine. At least in Kid’s mind. Even now, he expressed his own unfamiliar feeling of attachment and what he speculated to be love in the impulsive manner of abundant affection. Kid’s kisses grow a little deeper, more passionate, more driven and intent. He pulls {Name} closer, eliminating even the faintest distance between their bodies. 

“K-Kid” she mumbled between the barrage of kisses, Kid looked at her with question in his eyes. Unsure why there is a faint shaking present in her voice. She appeared anxious, “What’s up doll?” Kid inquired between a few more pecks. She flashed an awkward smile “Just nervous.” Kid raised an eyebrow at the word nervous, “You’re acting like this is your first time or something.” Ah yes, the sharpest hammer in the shed, an apt term to describe Kid. Sometimes he hits the nail on the head without realizing the extent of a situation. {Name} gave him that knowing look that basically confirmed it, Kid genuinely surprised himself with that one and did not expect it. “It’s really your first time?” Mild panic set in, considering he wasn’t really one who could be gentle nor one with patience. At least with how he saw himself in matters of lust and desire when he worked solely towards his own carnal satiation. Kid took a moment, and inhaled a deep breath to steady himself. Silently begging whoever, whatever for the necessary restraint. {Name} is different, she is not a one night stand, a random tavern hook-up with a stranger. She is his partner, someone he grew to care so deeply about that it came as a surprise to him more than anyone. 

Kid had already had his fair share of fantasies, imagining them being intimate together and watching how {Name} would writhe and moan with pleasure. Clawing at him, begging for more as he- “Kid?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, he lifted his hands to his head. “Doll, I really want this to be good for you but I’m not sure how to do that. I’m not exactly the most gentle.” Kid searched through his previous experiences, he knew the ins and out. Yet his previous experiences could not provide the information he wanted, he hadn’t really slept with anyone he shared a connection with, most of those people he didn’t even know. Two strangers trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Yes, there were the generalized tools of trade, the common tricks that could get anyone to where they needed to be. However, Kid wanted more from this exchange than that, he wanted to learn her body just as {Name} wanted to learn his. In a way, this would be an equally new experience for Kid. Who up until this point had not shared a meaningful connection, he so easily gave his affections and poured them onto {Name}. She probably could never guess his thoughts and hesitation that gripped him in this moment. He is a clumsy, rough around the edges asshole to the world, who truly meant well to those he is loyal to. 

His hand rested on her hip, while the prosthesis he composed with all the random metal components had a cold touch, he cradled her face and she leaned into the coldness. She stifled a small laugh at seeing him so perplexed, Captain Kid, the very man who dives headfirst into everything and somehow always had to have the last word. Right now, he seemed lost to the point of stagnation over figuring out how to touch someone he cared about. “Just do what you normally do Kid.” {Name} suggested hoping it could give him the necessary push. Kid remained silent, allowing his hands to do the talking. He pushed her back onto the bed, his large form engulfing hers beneath him. He tugged off her shirt, taking no time to struggle with the clip of her bra and opted to rip it off altogether and toss it off to the side. Kid instantly occupied his mouth with the soft flesh of her breasts, his hand roughly squeezed and kneaded one, while his tongue took care of the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple, using his teeth to bite and pull at it. {Name} hissed with the minuscule hurt, wanting to roll her eyes when she saw how Kid looked so amused and enticed by her actions. For {Name} most of all this was a first, an alien feeling and he wanted to take the opportunity to tease her. Kid got up, swiftly attempting to take his clothes off at lightning speed and nearly tripped over his pants in doing so. After the heap of clothing on the floor only grew the more he took off until there was nothing left. He focused on her remnant clothing, underwear and all. Kid paused, taking a good look at his partner, to really drink in and appreciate the sight of her naked form splayed on his bed, even better yet under him. After really appreciating the sight, his lips turned up into a grin. “So beautiful and all mine.” He whispered, running his fingers down her chest and stomach. {Name} shifted under his touch, the view from where she was laying is a feast to the eyes. She blushed at her own perverted thoughts but considering everything, there was nothing wrong with a little day dream. 

Kid leaned down, {Name} sat up quickly and accidentally caused them to collide and hit their heads. “What the hell?” Kid muttered while rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. {Name} looked at him, “I wanted to touch you too.” She said it with such conviction despite the tears pricking her eyes from the bump and Kid smirked. He opened his arms as if showing off “Go ahead.” {Name} reached out, first touching his shoulders. Dragging her hands down his chest, lingering longer than intended. “Huh, never pegged you as a tit person.” Kid mused, cackling when she blushed. She shook her head trying to get over the bashfulness, her hands ran along the taut muscles while caressing his abs and sides. Kid tried not to giggle or move around too much, he didn’t want to admit that his sides are ticklish. {Name} marvelled at his body and loved every single moment touching him. 

 He found the sensuality of it all to be such a turn on. {Name} fixated on exploring every inch of his skin with her fingers as if exploring newfound territory. Her fingers grazed over the jagged flesh of his scars, Kid jolted slightly. The sensitivity of his scars was a new discovery. Her hands headed lower and suddenly stopped. Kid glanced at her with curiosity, she didn’t know where to direct her gaze and looked flustered. Kid looked down, ah…he realized where she was staring. “Anymore staring and you’ll make me shy.” He teased, his comment snapped her from her daze when {Name} realized how utterly fixated she was on seeing his cock for the first time. 

“What’s the look of surprise for? Is it the size or the piercings?”

“That- well, um…” She stuttered and failed to actually provide a coherent answer. Kid caught her off guard with a sudden kiss, a series of shallow and passionate kisses to her lips, down her jaw and down her neck. “You done exploring?” He asks, she nods. Kid hooks his hand behind her thighs and pulls her, causing her to fall back into the bed. “My turn.” His mouth traces down her navel, her thighs and Kid looks up to see the shallow breaths that disguised her soft breathy moans. He figured he was doing something right when he pulled her thighs apart and could see {Name} practically overflowing with arousal. She squeaked in embarrassment and tried to shut her thighs. “Now, now. No need to be so shy.” Kid kept her thighs spread apart, the cold metal of his hand that rested against her thigh contrasted against the warmth of his hand that inched closer, he paused. Very unceremoniously he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them one by one. Making sure she watched everything. Kid pulled them out with a pop, his almost wicked smile paired with the smudged lipstick made her gulp at the sight. He slid his fingers up her slit slowly, waiting to see how she would react. The first touch already elicited a moan from her lips and she hid behind the arm she draped over her face. 

Kid gave another long stroke and watched how she jerked when he bumped against her clit. He already knew it would pull such a vigorous reaction. He still wanted to watch her writhe with silent impatience not even knowing what kind of touch she wanted or where she wanted to be touched. “Oh? Here.” Kid feigned innocence, pretending to just by chance stumble across her point of sensitivity. “Kid~” She mewled, his name came out stuttered and interrupted by her moans that fell from her lips. Kid kept his focus on rubbing her clit, just a little more. He moved a little lower and prodded at her hole before tentatively pushing a finger inside. He worked it in, the heavenly feeling that greeted him only rushed to his already leaking cock. “Tell me how it feels.” 

“It’s weird…” {Name} admitted, Kid let out a low laugh, “Weird huh.” His finger moved with intention and insistence, his thumb prodded and clumsily rubbed her clit while working a second thick finger inside. “Oh-” she whined, “Oh?” Kid repeated it for effect while he kept working her over. {Name’s} body twitched and her insides clenched around his fingers. “Fuck that’s hot, you have to do that around my cock.” He moved his fingers with perfect rhythm, seemingly searching for something. He slowed down, watching every tiny reaction as he pulled a little away from {Name}. His thumb stopped its motions, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in. Curling his fingers a little more as he pulled them out, “Ah-!” she blurted out, his hand stopped dead where she had shown such an intense reaction. “Here?” He cooed, returning to his faster pace as he focused on prodding that one spot. His thumb began rubbing her again and {Name} started falling apart, not knowing what to do with herself. Her hand shot down to grab his wrist, “Kid wait- it feels strange.” 

“Does it feel strange or does it feel good?” he asks, {Name} leaning back and shutting her eyes. It felt good, it could not be articulated. “Should I stop then?” Kid stalls, “N-no” she pleads, That answers his question, he moves faster and watches how she comes undone. {Name} blurted curse words in the sweetest voice as her body trembled and stills on the bed. Kid had the cockiest grin on his face when he looked down at her and pulled his fingers out. He was more than ready, practically aching and made his second discovery of the night. He had the potential to be patient. “Um, should I change positions or?” {Name} asked. “There are a lot of positions I’d like to see you in but I think we should just keep it like this for now.” He hums, settling between her thighs as he stroked his cock. Rubbing the head along her slit and coating it with her juices, “Remember to breathe doll.” Kid pushed into her while making sure to keep it slow. {Name} winces from the unfamiliar pain, the strange stretch and the feeling of being filled, only adding to the unusual sensation she is experiencing for the first time. Kid stopped when he saw the look of pain flash across her face. Gritting his teeth to hold himself back from slamming everything inside her. “You alright there?” Kid inquired with concern, and she nodded. He held her close, Kid really wasn’t one for all the sappy bullshit but this is one of those times that needed it. He could save his kinky asshole routine for another time. Kid kissed her gently, distracting from the pain as his metallic hand stayed on her hip and held her steady. His other hand held her head, “You’re taking me so well doll, just a little more okay?” An understatement considering he had a little over half still to go. Though nothing like a little reassurance, his quiet praise comforted the pain. As odd as the feeling, it paired with a searing pleasure in her body. 

“So good.” Kid grunted, slowly rocking his hips to work his way in a little easier. He was determined to bottom out or at the very least try to. {Name} could tap out if it got too overbearing and he would gladly accept what she gave him. Finally to the last little bit, his patience waned and his hips snapped, roughly slamming into her. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry you feel too good.” {Name} panted and whimpered, a few tears fell from her eyes. Kid kissed her, keeping still until he couldn’t take anymore. His hands clenched the blankets, trying to give himself stability and restraint. He shallowly rocked his hips, {Name} perched her hands on his shoulders “K-Kid you can move more.”

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Kid growled and held back a rumbling moan, “I’m okay Kid…” she reassures and convinces him, he nods and starts moving more. He developed an uneven pace, slowly pulling his cock out, leaving no spot untouched and slamming it back in roughly, Kid chuckled when he found her unintentionally clenching down on him. {Name} tried to move with his time, unconsciously seeking out her release. “Relax babe, I’ll get you there.” Kid chuckled, leaning back to look down on her dishevelled figure. His metal hand grabs her breast with a rough grip, while his fingers pay attention to her clit and thankfully he knows how to multitask. “Just like that”, he pounds into her harder and becomes aware of the blooming heat in his stomach. He knew he had the stamina but felt the oncoming surge approaching faster, {Name} just took in every new sense, feeling an unknown pleasure that bubbled in every part of her being, she logically knew there were various words, descriptions for it but she couldn’t think. {Name’s} attention failed to drift anywhere aside from the physical touches of Kid. If it wasn’t the cold metal contrasting against her skin every time it touched her, or how his fingers unsteadily and roughly rubbed her clit that sent shocks down her spine or the continuous feeling of being stretched and full to wanting and empty if even for a brief moment. Kid’s thrusts grew sloppy, he tried to keep himself steady while thrusting hard, he knew he was close already. Kid refused to give into the feeling, not until he felt her cumming around his cock. {Name} digs her nails into his shoulder as she hits her high, vision turning white and rocked by the pleasure. A deep groan escapes Kid’s throat, who instantly feels his own orgasm about to overtake him. He quickly pulls out, and covers {Name} in his cum. He ran his fingers through his dampened hair and grinned down at her. She looks a little dazed, she sighs and smiles with tired eyes. Certainly a first to remember and a gateway into oh so much more. “Catch your breath, we’re not done yet.” Kid smirked. 

[ingravinoveritas]

Who Spread Wore It Better: Slutty Trousers Edition.

And for the hell of it, a poll...

[exceedboundaries]

Real Gourmand Hours

Wanted to do some Shapes with some grainy brushes, so I decided to refine an idea for a Gourmand design! Inspired very, very faintly by raccoons, and mostly by the fact that I wanted to render as much fluff as I could.

Gourmand is certainly the fluffiest of the slugcats, and they have the body heat to match. Big, furry paws, nice and robust body--he's a little stretched out here like a show cat, but plumps up when sitting down or crouching. I think I need to develop them a bit more in that sense of showing the Rotundness, but this is a good start!

In Apricity, Gourmand isn't present that often, but I like the idea of the Cherrypie ship, so I think whenever Gourmand shows up, she's right near Hunter. I think they go off together on little food quests to more out there regions, so they sort of cycle in and out together. Gourmand is also very large, so she gets all of the pronouns.

[cutiecoins]

Digisofthing

A gender connected to being a little soft digital thing!

Theme : ((( digital, soft, thing ))) : emehT

[raymuratadraws]

A smol gob and a big birb frend. @greyvvardenfell

[lesbonym]

★ Just wanna wake up all tangled with a pretty sapphic and be able to stare at them for hours if I want while they sleep. Wanna give them a soft kiss to let them wake up before I make breakfast for us only in my underwear and a cozy sweatshirt.

I'll smile when I hear their cute yawn when they finally get up and hug me from behind. Would melt to feel their kisses on my cheek and neck while their hands slip under my sweatshirt to feel my skin. Just a soft, quiet morning as we sway and watch breakfast cook.

[sarcasticamaleont]

Me writing my werewolf!Stan fic, brainstorming: So yeah then he could spend some time in the forest around Ford's cabin because he's a coward and doesn't want to speak to him but at the same time he doesn't wanna leave.

My brain, out of nowhere: Make him befriends the Multibear.

Me, completely caught off guard: what.

My brain: Make. Him. and Multibear. Friends, best friends even.

Me: That's hysterical. Let's do this

[transmasc-rose]

Amy/Rory I Saw the TV Glow au:

Amy as Maddy/Tara, who ran away and never came home, who talks about things that can't be real (the TV show, the TARDIS, a world where they're strong, a world where they're something better).

Rory as Owen/Isabel, meek and yet loyal and yet terrified of his best friend and what she means. And what she says. And what she shows him.

Doctor Who, the TARDIS, the Doctor, all wrapped up into the role of the Pink Opaque, the TV show from their youth, and something Amy grasps onto and never let's go. Something Rory abandons for a normal life.

And yet.

[cybervom1t]

sex with someone that actually respects your pronouns >>>>>>>>>>

[withoutsiqht]

I am incapable of playing anything but soft pretty boys who are actually really mouthy. Anyway, this is Miraen, my rogue Lords of Fortune Rook.