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Have you ever wanted to date your very own Dostoyevsky-inspired protagonist? content: gender neutral reader, obsessive and violent behavior, utterly miserable yandere

Yandere!Soldier never wanted to join the military, you see. He's an intellectual, a philosopher whose cards were dealt by a cruel hand. He had no choice but to find something to do, a guaranteed ticket out of poverty. His family came from a crumbling village, another source of great frustration; ragged imbeciles with no dreams or ambitions. They lived to survive, nothing more, nothing less. He was the outsider.

Yandere!Soldier hated every minute of his training. Oh, the misery of having to share a room with violent brutes. They didn't care to discuss Julien Sorel's struggles within the French aristocracy in Stendhal's The Red and the Black. How could they understand? If only they had a glimpse into the harsh truth of life, they wouldn't display such moronic smiles on their faces.

Yandere!Soldier was an inveterate nihilist. That, of course, until he met you. Perhaps life wasn't so pointless, after all. It was a mere coincidence, an accidental encounter. His fatalism had eaten him from inside out, and he was looking for an excuse to end it all. If you rejected his approach, he would've found the nearest bridge. That was his plan. Except, well, you went along with it. God, and what bright eyes you had, looking up at him without any hint of disgust. He could see his own sunken face in their reflection.

Yandere!Soldier frequently smells of alcohol. The strong, handmade kind that he keeps stashed in large water jugs. You've been offered a glass once, but it turned your stomach upside down and burned your throat. Moreover, he's a heavy smoker, especially if you're not there to keep him company. You always marvel at the abrupt difference in conduit, his deep frown turning into a genuine smile whenever you're nearby.

Yandere!Soldier has many bouts of utter despair and crippling jealousy. What are you doing with a plebeian like him? Condemned to follow the orders of highly ranked pigs, drowning in debt, and without anything to offer. He's a pathetic, pitiful miser. Surely that grin of yours is a nothing but a mockery, a bone thrown to a tramp. His grip around your throat tightens. "My bad," he croaks, "I must've...I wasn't paying attention. Forgive me."

Yandere!Soldier is determined to conquer the world. He'll crawl his way up on all fours if he has to. His newfound willpower is all thanks to you, and only you. You've now become a vital part of his existence, the mechanism that keeps his gears spinning properly. He could never let you go. He'll prove to you just how worthy he is of your blessing, of your warmth, of your innocence.

Yandere!Soldier is in a particularly good mood. He lifts you up and spins you around, overwhelmed by rapture. He's going to make it. He just knows it, deep in his heart, that he's not like everyone else. Indeed, me may very well be a Napoleon of his times, forced to do with scraps. No matter: if he wasn't given the fortune, he'll snatch it with his own claws. And you - you better be at his side once all of this ends, and he's mauled his way to the top. A great man needs a great partner, and for him, there's no one else but you.

"Let me be clear, this is just a placeholder," he says, sliding the ring further down your finger. "It's rather cheap, and not too stylish, but it will do for now. It's a symbol, you see, a mere reminder that you're mine. Don't ever remove it."

[All Yandere Stories]

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yandere!diluc follows you home

(art credits: @/eriimyon on twt) tags: modern au, stalking, slightly dubious consent (reader is drunk), gender neutral reader

★ yandere!diluc, who you meet at a bar. well, "meet" is an overstatement. he simply serves you drinks. you flash him your lovely smile, and bat your lashes at him in your drunken stupor, and that was enough to get him going. you introduce yourself to him, and all night he rolls your name in his mouth, tasting it, really feeling it, engraining it into his memory.

★ yandere!diluc, who keeps his eyes on you all evening. you flirt with every guy you see, and he's slightly ticked off. everyone at the bar is incredibly untrustworthy, but for some reason you can't see that...? he knows it's unreasonable for him to be so upset at the sight of you talking to other men, but he tells himself that he's just worried.

★ yandere!diluc, who calls you a cab at the end of the night. this isn't standard practice for a bartender; usually, one of the bouncers would do that. he doesn't care, though. it's the perfect way for him to figure out your address -- you know, just to keep an eye on you make sure you get home safe :P

★ yandere!diluc, who gets off work at 3 AM. immediately he drives himself to your house, and just stands in front of it for a moment before walking around the perimeter and locating your bedroom window.

★ yandere!diluc, who watches you through your window. you've fallen asleep on your bed -- blanket on the ground -- and still wearing your outside clothes and makeup.

★ yandere!diluc, who considers his options. he can either (a) go home, and realize that everything he's doing is fucking insane and completely out-of-character for him, or he can (b) break into your room, and tuck you into bed.

★ yandere!diluc, who climbs through your window easily. he looks around your room, observing the decor on your walls and your bookshelf. he inhales deeply, enjoying your scent. he makes a mental note to remember what perfume you wear.

★ yandere!diluc, who turns his attention back to you after getting distracted. he drapes your blanket over you, and watches you sleepily snuggle into it.

★ yandere!diluc, who, for a fraction of a second, contemplates kissing you. just a little smooch, on the forehead. you would be none the wiser. didn't he deserve it? wasn't it like a little reward for making sure you were safe?

★ yandere!diluc, who leans down, lips only millimeters above your beautiful skin, before pulling away. no. your first kiss must be something special.

★ yandere!diluc, who climbs out your window again, realizing that he's gone too far. what was wrong with him???

★ yandere!diluc, who observes your house one last time as he boards his motorcycle. he wants to promise you that he won't be back, but he is not one to tell lies.

a/n: this is kinda ass sorry. i'm tryna write SOMETHING every day and i didn't feel very inspired today </3

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Hear me out: Malfunctioning Android, sent back to the factory by the previous owner who was utterly creeped out by his obsessive, invasive behavior, has now found a new home with a neurodivergent, lonely human; you.

You wake up, confused. The alarm didn't ring as usual, and the light outside is already bright. You rush to the kitchen, where you find the synthetic assistant preparing your breakfast.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I have so many things to do today," you reproach, taken aback by his unbothered smile.

"I took the liberty to empty your schedule, (Y/N). You seemed rather overwhelmed the previous evening; all the parameters I compiled were off.

Thus, I impersonated you - worry not, I used an algorithm based on your previous response pattern - and answered all calls, emails, and messages. Your social and administrative tasks have been cleared."

He observes your features carefully. Is he going to be shipped back again, having the same issues cited? Unfortunately, it's not something he can adjust or control: he simply cares for you to perhaps an unconventional degree.

You wipe a tear that threatens to spill from the corner of your eye.

"I-...Nobody has ever done something like this for me before."

With a sigh of relief, you take your seat and pick up your freshly prepared beverage. At last, someone to deal with it all.

"I was thinking you might enjoy your favorite movie later," the android says, joining you at the table, "and I would be more than glad to provide you with additional warmth."

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ADHD Dyslexics of the World UNTIE!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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old man!nanami found himself stressed these days. with his grown brat kids, and his pregnant wife who was a needy little thing he didn’t know where to put his time. so he shared it out equally. sitting back in the brunch spot at the country club he was already on his second glass of scotch.

he was getting a migraine at his daughters whines. “daddy she’s too young!” “daddy we’re in our thirties! you can’t just start over!” he sighed drinking the drink and watching how her no backbone husband comforted her, because he surly couldn’t. he drunk his drink and gave them their time, listening to the complaints that’s been happening for six months and he’s only been married to you for four.

but with every headache came an angel who knew just how to fix the problem. sitting in his favorite leather red chair in the lavish living room with portraits of you and your husband everywhere, your body worked up and down his curved cock. “just what i needed darling” he groaned at how you wrapped around him perfectly. every sound your cunt made as he fucked up into you, and your pretty moans that sounded so desperate.

“b-best cock e-verrhmm” nanami moved his hand around to pinch your puffy clit as he continued to stuff you. your belly bulged with his new generation growing inside of you making you glow. not to mention your appetite for sex that old man!nanami thought he couldn’t keep up with - but you somehow got him to be worse than you.

“that’s right baby. only cock that can feed this hungry pussy.” slapping your cunt a large amount of cream seeped out of you, making a mess on nanami. his dick jerked at the beautiful sight. balls tighten as his teeth gritted and eyes shut tight. “c-can’t hold it.” the back of his head hit the seat as he balls emptied out all the pent up aggression and stress he had to offer. your cunt was stuffed. so full, and wet. tight and warm. you came so hard that you loss your breath, big breast heaving up and down for air.

that’s how sex was with old man!nanami. out of this world, and maybe if he came home like this all the time he could spend everyday with the kids who hated you!

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We need to talk about the drawbacks to super healing more. Healing takes a LOT of calories. If it happens all at once, you're 1) gonna drain your energy, and 2) probably gonna lose a little weight. Also, healing too fast is why humans get scar tissue (partially). And not to mention blood clots can end up happening as well.

So basically, as nice as it would be to walk off a stab wound in like a day, there's gonna be a LOT of consequences

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“you’re so lucky your disabilities mean you don’t have to work” thanks. you’re so lucky that you’re sheltered enough to think that is a privilege

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An apparently unpopular opinion: disabled people can have and do their hobbies. They deserve to have fun. They deserve to live their lives.

Their inability to do some things (like work, for example) does not mean they should be judged for… idk hanging out with their friends or to going outside. After all, having interests outside of work is often essential to our mental and physical health OUTSIDE of our disability.

And also *you might want to sit down for this* disabled people know what’s disabling for them (unless they people-please or push through due to necessity or survival of some sort). Disabilities don’t have to be visible or persistent to be disabling.

So yeah - my declaration: if an activity you want to do feels good and you’re able to do it, then do it. REGARDLESS OF YOUR DISABILITY WITH OTHER THINGS.

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nanami is a disciplined man, a creature of habit. he wakes up early, gets ready for work with precision, and leaves the house on time. but there is one part of his routine that he refuses to rush—those ten precious minutes before he has to leave, where he gets to hold you, kiss you, and remind you just how much he loves you.

this morning is no different. the alarm has gone off, but instead of getting up immediately, nanami rolls over, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you’re still half-asleep, curled up under the blankets, but you hum softly when his lips brush over your shoulder.

“i need to get up,” he murmurs, though he makes no effort to move away. his hand slides over your waist, warm and steady, pulling you closer.

“no,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you nuzzle against his chest. “stay.”

nanami exhales a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you know i can’t,” he says, though he sounds just as reluctant as you feel.

“you can,” you argue, tilting your head up so he has no choice but to kiss your lips next. he does, soft and lingering, as if you’ve got him under a spell. maybe you do. maybe you always have.

“ten minutes,” he whispers against your lips, a reminder for himself more than for you.

those ten minutes belong to you. they always do.

his hands wander, tracing over your back, memorizing the warmth of your skin. his lips press over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, before returning to your lips like he’s drawn to them. he whispers between kisses, voice low and reverent.

“i love you.”

kiss.

“i love you so much.”

kiss.

“you make it impossible to leave.”

another kiss, deeper this time, until he hears you sigh against him, fingers curling into his shirt like you’ll never let go.

“so don’t,” you plead, and nanami’s resolve wavers. it always does when it comes to you.

“you’ll be the death of me,” he groans, burying his face in your neck again. “if i call in, it’s your fault.”

“i’ll take full responsibility,” you promise, and he knows you’re smiling even with your eyes still closed.

he exhales, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips before finally—reluctantly—pulling away. “i’ll come home early,” he assures you, smoothing your hair. “and then i’ll make it up to you.”

“you’d better.” you mumble, already drifting back to sleep as he tucks you under the blankets.

nanami lingers at the door for a moment, watching you, memorizing you, before finally stepping out.

but even as he leaves, his heart stays with you.

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all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

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USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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nanami kento and his certified yapper of a girlfriend, whom he loves very dearly <33

nanami has perfected the art of the “hm.” it’s his go-to response when you’re on one of your enthusiastic tangents. but don’t be fooled—there are different versions of his “hm.” there’s the supportive hm (when he agrees with you), the tired but still listening hm (when he’s too drained to fully engage but doesn’t want to ignore you), and the you’re absolutely ridiculous but I love you hm (his most common one).

he may seem like he zones out, but he retains the important things. you could talk for ten minutes straight about which nail color you should get, and he won’t remember a word. but if you offhandedly mention that you really love those matcha cookies from that one bakery, guess what’s waiting for you the next day?

he’s the only person who can actually get you to shut up—for a moment. whether it’s pulling you into a sudden kiss, placing a warm hand over your mouth, or just giving you that look, he has his ways. you’ll still continue after the interruption, though. always.

sometimes he just lets you talk because he enjoys how animated you get. you’re waving your hands, switching between different tones, going off on dramatic tangents—he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t cute. sometimes he just sits back and watches you, letting the sound of your voice fill the space around him. and you’re so absorbed in your own storytelling that you completely miss his lovesick gaze and his warm smile.

he has definitely fallen asleep to the sound of your voice. you don’t even take offense anymore. it happens often enough that you’ve just accepted your voice as a lullaby for him. sometimes, he’ll wake up to you continuing your story, completely unbothered by the fact that he passed out halfway through.

when he’s in a bad mood, you’re the only person who can make him laugh. sometimes, all it takes is a well-timed, ridiculous comment. other times, it’s just your sheer determination to get a reaction out of him. if he tries to stay grumpy, you’ll narrate his emotions out loud, complete with a fake dramatic voice: ��behold! the great and brooding nanami kento, burdened by the weight of existence. will he ever smile again? will he ever—oh wait! there it is! a smirk! ladies and gentlemen, we got him.”

he gets oddly worried when you’re quiet. if you go more than twenty minutes without saying something, he immediately assumes something’s wrong. “are you okay?” “yes, why?” “you’re quiet.” “…so?” “so, it’s suspicious.” if you get quiet for too long, he’ll gently nudge you. not because he doesn’t enjoy silence, but because he knows something might be wrong. “what’s on your mind?” he’ll ask, and when you start rambling again, he knows things are back to normal.

he absolutely refuses to take you grocery shopping anymore. the last time he did, you spent fifteen minutes analyzing which brand of rice was superior, picked up random items purely because they “had cute packaging,” and got distracted by the tiny honey jars again. now, he just goes alone and comes back with everything he knows you like. (or he relents to your endless begging and tells you to not give promises you won’t be able to keep— like you sticking to his side and not prolonging the trip.)

he loves your voice, even if he pretends it exhausts him. he may act like you talk too much (which, to be fair, you do), but if you ever go away for a few days, or if he has a long, quiet work trip, he finds himself missing the constant sound of your chatter. the first thing he does when he comes back? sit down and listen to you ramble about everything he missed.

he’ll never admit it, but he secretly finds your endless talking comforting. it makes the world feel less heavy. it reminds him that, no matter how chaotic things get, you’ll always be right there, filling the silence with something only you would say.

he’s developed a high tolerance for your rapid-fire conversation shifts. most people would struggle to keep up, but nanami has learned to expect the unexpected. you could be talking about your dinner plans one second and then suddenly ask, “do you think sharks are self-aware?” without missing a beat. he doesn’t even flinch anymore—just calmly responds, “if they were, they’d probably be very concerned about their reputation.”

he has a hidden soft spot for your random facts. sure, he’ll sigh when you start a sentence with, “did you know—” but deep down, he’s actually listening. later, he’ll casually use one of your weird facts in conversation, and when you catch him, he’ll just adjust his tie like it never happened.

he’s learned to predict the exact moment you’ll start talking during movies. without fail, right when an important scene starts, you will have a thought. every time. and somehow, nanami just knows when it’s coming. he’ll pause the movie right before you open your mouth, giving you an expectant look. “go ahead.” and you’ll happily share your insight before he presses play again.

nanami secretly finds your over-explaining adorable. sometimes, you’ll start explaining something completely unnecessary—like why a certain restaurant’s menu design is superior to another’s—and he’ll just watch you, arms crossed, pretending to be unimpressed. but inside? he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

he loves when you talk about your day, even if it’s just the small stuff. you could spend twenty minutes telling him about how the barista at the café made your drink slightly different than usual, and he’ll still sit there, listening, occasionally nodding and asking questions. because no matter what you’re talking about, it’s you, and that’s enough.

he will not—under any circumstances—let gojo encourage you. if gojo hypes you up for talking even more, nanami is done. he’ll literally drag you away before you and gojo can start bouncing off each other with endless nonsense.

he may sigh, roll his eyes, and pretend to be exhausted by your constant talking, but if anyone else ever told you to “be quiet,” they’d get a very cold stare from nanami. no one—no one—gets to dull your spark except for him, and even he doesn’t really mean it.

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not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.

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You shouldn’t date or become serious friends/partners with someone if you can’t stomach the thought of being stuck in a car or train with them for 16 hours.

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manipulative yandere!bf won’t let you ever leave

(art is jeong-won from “stuck in a crazy drama”)

★ manipulative yandere!bf who you genuinely don’t really know that well. in a word, he’s fake. there is nothing genuine about him.

★ manipulative yandere!bf whose hair is cut and styled just like your favorite kpop idol’s. he wears clothes that your celebrity crushes wear. he only listens to songs on your spotify playlists. he’s changed his tastes in everything to become the ideal guy for you. anything to catch your eye, make you glance at him for a second longer. he’s even considered plastic surgery if it’ll make him more attractive to you.

★ manipulative yandere!bf who has no friends. he also wants YOU to not have any friends, either. he’s content when he’s alone with you, and isn’t he enough for you, anyway?

★ manipulative yandere!bf who pouts when you hangout with your friends. why don’t you ever choose him?

★ manipulative yandere!bf who rummages through your room when he’s alone. he steals hair from your brush, a pair of socks, dirty laundry, a used toothbrush… anything he can add to make his shrine bigger :)

★ manipulative yandere!bf who refuses to let you visit his place. he says it’s because he’s poor and that his apartment is infested with roaches. you pity him for it 💔 (it’s not true at all, he just can’t risk you finding the shrine)

★ manipulative yandere!bf who’s lowkey kind of incompetent. he clumsily cuts his fingers dicing tomatoes (he insisted he cooked you a fancy dinner) and whines and cries as you apply a bandaid to the tiny, tiny wound. he’s constantly falling down and bruising himself, too. can’t he do anything right? little do you know he’s injuring himself on purpose to win your sympathy.

★ manipulative yandere!bf who has awful nightmares every night, prompting him to sob on your chest as you hold him in your arms. you’ve talked to him about getting a therapist, but he insists it’s not necessary. of course, he’s faking it, just like he’s faking every other aspect of his life. he knows you’d hate him if you found out he was waking you up at 3 AM every night just so he could be closer to him.

★ manipulative yandere!bf who threatens suicide when you find out and try to break up. for once, he’s not exaggerating. he breaks down in tears, grabbing onto your legs and not letting you leave. he can be better, he pleads desperately.

★ manipulative yandere!bf with whom you are forever stuck. he will never let you leave him.

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On my knees begging for choso nsfw alphabet

I had this cookin you jus in time

Cw/Tw — Minor gore, Blood, Somno, breeding + pregnancy kink, minorly possessive, Mahito snuck his way in mb, dead body anatomy

MDNI +18 NSFW

Choso Kamo NSFW Alphabet

(A)ftercare - Massaging you, brushing or running a hand through your hair, getting you a drink, he wants you on top of him, head on his chest or full straddle laying on. He’s not much of a talker but even without words you know you’re loved.

(B)ody Part - Heart. He, like Mahito, loves the sounds it makes. Feeling your pulse change based on how you’re feeling. He doesn’t have a beating heart, he’s a corpse, so he has to use his technique to keep his blood flowing. Knowing that yours is just pumping? It’s a morbid love.

(C)um - Inside, as deep as he can. It’s thick, it’s warm, there is surprisingly a lot. You will overflow. He loves that view a LOT. You twitching feeling your heart beat around him as he watches his cum drip from you.

(D)irty Secret - Somnophiliac. Except! He wants you to use HIM. Hell pretend to be sleeping and purposely be in an easy access position for you. He also reaaallly likes slipping into you before sleeping. Something about knowing while you’re both sleeping he’s deep in you and potentially might cum in you while you’re both sleeping? Yeah, oh yeah. Bonus points if you’re willing to do some Somno scenes in a coffin or graveyard.

(E)xperience - None. Bro was a fetus in a tube for the past 150 yrs. He has watched people tho. With Mahito. People being risky and doing it in public? You bet he and Mahito were watching. (Bonus : I think Mahito and Choso are friends. I’ll explain another time)

(F)avorite Position - Spooning, laying in bed of anywhere. He loves leaning back coppin a handful and spreading to watch himself push in and out. He also loves if you’re pushing back onto him while spooning. Otherwise he likes you riding him. Picking it up yet? He likes being on bottom. Bottom =/= submissive tho. Y’all need BDSM education fr

(G)oofy - No. he’s kinda deadpan. He is curious and mildly amused if you start laughing or do something goofy. He gives head tilts and small smiles maybe he’ll chuckle even if it didn’t fly over his head what happened.

(H)air - tight shaven, well groomed but still a bit messy… smells ok? Well if you like the slight stale smell of a freshly dead body. (After research I’ve learned it’s a stale cherry bitter almond smell? Sickly sweet, stale, docotor/dentist office)

(I)ntimacy - He’s trying. Unlike curses who are born with some innate knowledge about society, humans, etc. He wasn’t. He was born and then kept with his brothers in a dark room. His only experience of socializing is with the disaster curses and well… that’s not the greatest.

(J)ack off - Never. He has a boner? Be ready to watch him just not care at all. He might tuck it to the side so it’s not just sticking out but he doesn’t care. He don give a fuck look at his dick. I mean hey, it’s not anything to be embarrassed about it’s just anatomy.

(K)ink - COCK WARMING. Ok I have NO explanation for this otha than I said so. It’s the vibe I get, he seems like a dude to just want you in his lap and his dick in you as often as possible. Train? Yea. Playing board games? Oh yea. Out for lunch? Fo sure. Showering together? Mmmhhhmmmm. He loves when you get heated and wanna start pushing back or down on him. Impatient and needy aren’t you?

(L)ocation - Anywhere, but he prefers the bedroom. Anywhere in the bedroom but in the bedroom. He doesn’t care if there’s an audience except if his brothers are there, then no.

(M)otivation - He doesn’t pick up on subtle signals, and doesn’t view anything sexually naturally. It’s mostly when he’s in the mood or when you tell him.

(N)o - He will NOT use his blood. It is toxic, and can cause bad issues for you. Even if you think he can be careful he doesn’t want to risk it. But he does secretly think having you wear a necklace of his blood would look good tho… chain style, collar, you name it.

(O)ral - Yes and no. He’s NOT good at it. He doesn’t suck he just flat tongue licks, and tongues that shi. He’s eager tho, and watching you intensely. It’s a bit creepy, the gaze, but he’s trying to be hot so cut him some slack. He loves oral given to him but be ready, he might grab a hair full or use both hands to hold your head and treat you like a toy.

(P)ace - slow, sensual, teasing(accidentally), LOTS of foreplay. Even tho he’s touched and seen you naked a bunch he’s still touching and kissing you like it’s the first.

(Q)uicky - Not really. Because why be quick when he can have you warming him wherever you’re going?

(R)isk - He up to try almost anything! chains, whips, punching, sure why not! That doesn’t mean it’ll become an active part of things tho. He prefers the simple more vanilla things y’all do… but sprinkle in some somno, some possessiveness/marking, vouyerism + exhibitionism, and roleplay

(S)tamina - A good deal, not super crazy amounts, his libido is higher than his stamina to keep fuckin tho. He loves getting to cum in you, cock warm with his cum filling you, and then play with you and keep you cumming and twitchin.

(T)oys - No clue what they are. Once you teach him tho? They’re an active part of your sex life. Vibrator in public and he’s got the remote. Vibrating cock ring while warming. You name it. He’s a big vibrator fan.

(U)nfair - kinda yeaaahh. He likes when you pout, get huffy, or desperate! The way you squirm is nice too. He likes lazily playing with your nipples too and it’s certainly teasing especially since he might not even fuck you after.

(V)olume - He’s a huffer, panting, low groans sometimes too. He’s pretty quiet tho, not a loud man, he keeps it quiet.

(W)ild Card - He’ll have a threesome with you and Mahito or Jogo. (I also think him and Jogo good friends) might be up for a foresome even.

(X)-ray - Fundoshi. He’s confused by modern underwear, and he thinks they’re uncomfortable

(Y)es - Breeding/pregnancy kink. like, saying how he’s gonna knock you up(even if you can’t get pregnant) how good you’ll look with his baby in you. Holding your stomach and rubbing it. He’s not turned on by pregnant people, or by the baby. If he can get you pregnant tho? Be ready for so much spoiling and pampering. His hands are neva leaving you now. He is suckin on those titties to totally help milk flow and no other reason. He gonna be so prideful and want to be the best father, have all his brothers see their niece/nephew/nibbling. His family, feels so complete.

(Z)zz - Not unless you’re going to sleep. Then if you are? He waits until you’re asleep first, then he will!