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usfw / suggestive sideblog for original character vera wei
mutuals only & 20+ only. usfw content & writing ahead.
BROOKLYN NINE-NINE (2013–2021) S06E11 | The Therapist
Okay, it's just that you can be a bit... judgmental.
thinking about a man who's so fascinated with your breasts, however small or big, that they're always grabbing a handful and fondling or their tongue is wrapped around a nipple ugh
want his load inside of me … want him to kiss my neck as he moans about how much he loves me all while he is balls deep … need him to cradle my face with one hand as he comes again …………
“my dumb little whore” condescendingly, at a man who’s taller, stronger, and potentially dangerous.
@388s + @atrocites
sexual preferences.
bold = yes. italicized = maybe/dependent on partner. strikethrough = no/doesn't apply. blank = no preference. bold + italicized = absolute favorites.
send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.
this could be a question about their kinks, about fantasies, about preferences etc.
@notmarine liked for a blurb
" good girl, " he breathed into her ear, humming his pleasure like a soothing melody as he rhythmically rocked his hips.
dae-ho’s voice echoed like a song on replay in her head. she missed him. she missed him. vera takes slow steps into their bedroom, a small smile tugging at her lips when her eyes land upon their plushies ( his tiger, her fox ) sat by one another on the nightstand. she turns her focus to his dresser, opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a pair of his boxers. vera drops her panties, kicking them off to the side with a flick of her foot, and slid dae-ho’s on. she shifts through his closet grabbing the first shirt she saw — grey with some clothing brand’s graphic design on the left breast.
the woman flops onto their bed, specifically on her lover’s side, and lifts the collar of the shirt up to her nose with one hand. she breathes in deeply — taking in the mixture of cologne and laundry detergent. what a good girl. vera situates herself up against the layer of decorative and purposeful pillows that decorated their made bed, without care for how messy their bed would be. vera’s right hand snakes down to between her legs, her knees bent and spread. her hand palms at the fabric barrier that blocked skin on skin contact, squeezes at herself with a sharp intake. her left hand occupies itself by tracing up her stomach and to one of her breasts, where the fond memory of dae-ho’s tongue grazing against her nipple danced in her head. " cub… " she sighs out.
the way his hands moved across her skin.. it made her feel like she was in a fairytale. it isn’t long before the boxer’s have become, well, wet. their eyes close as vera slides her hand down the front of her boxers and she feels her body go flush with heat when she feels the way her body has prepared itself for her lover, who wasn’t even there.
vera’s sigh is shaky and her movements stutter briefly as she bucks her hips against her fingers, her knuckles grazing against the fabric of dae-ho’s boxers as she does. vera rolls over on her side and presses her face against dae-ho’s pillow, whining against the pillowcase as waves of pleasure wash over her. the only thing that could make this better would be if dae-ho was there to lend a hand.
like/comment if you want a little blurb of vera jorking to ur muse, doesn’t need to be romantic
being greedy, for once in his fucking life, is a big ask. dae-ho can surmise what is expected of him, that there are heavy nonverbal implications in how vera manually adjusts his hands — is he man enough to follow through ? perhaps a little too much so, agiven the firmness forming at newfound grip placed at her side; a touch with intent and purpose, pushing her weight down on his lap. a show of gallantry or perhaps unbound salacity in the soft bucking upwards of his hips, chasing friction wherever he can find it. greedy, for once.
affirmation spoken aloud is enough, he thinks. ( hardly, really: she shouldn't be doing something like this with someone like him. but the words era speaks indicate the choice she has made. tension below the belt begs for dae-ho to do away with doubt and insecurity. his heart beats a little faster in his chest. he wants this. really fucking badly, honestly. )
the hand directed to her cheek snakes around the back of her neck, reeling her back in for another kiss. more intensity, this time around. ❛❛ well... ❜❜ realization rapidly dawns upon him that there is nothing witty nor snarky to be said herein, and he covers his tracks through once again mashing his lips against hers. ( chill out, man ! )
( should he be doing something else ? his shirt, maybe ? would she want to see his body ? would it be a matter of disgust in spite of the time and effort put into making himself someone desirable ? )
a soft gasp escapes her before their lips make contact once more, a little laugh sounding in her throat from the sudden urgency for more. she places her palm flat against his chest for stability, and so she could pull away for air. his lips are glossy with her saliva — the image her chest bubble with warmth all the way up to the grinning cheeks on her face.
vera feels his heart pounding against their palm. their eyes fall to her hand as she guides it to the bottom of his shirt and lingers there. she looks back up at him, eyes staring deeply in dae-ho’s own, and vera slides her hand underneath his shirt. she doesn’t make any attempt to remove it though and, instead, places her hand back over the same spot on his chest. a closer touch.
his heart in their hand. and he let her.
it’s as if her mind is on autopilot when she moves to begin pressing soft kisses, little nips, along his jawline. slowly, as if testing the waters, she begins a rhythmic rock back and forth against dae-ho’s lap, only stopping briefly when her head hovered slightly above his.
happy sunday, time to elaborate on the titty stuff at this fine 9:00am.
put em in ur mouf, bruise her chest, she looooves it. massage them, kiss them. her partner better have an oral fixation ( and i know damn well louis does @ shep ). vera herself has an oral fixation — i could go into the psychology of it but then it wouldn’t be hot anymore and instead rlly sad so
she also loooooves pegging btw just btw. she loves taking control, but she can so easily being submissive in bed. what a brat.
[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them. — @2desire
fluttering of his heartrate stands as the only indicator that he is alive and this is truly happening, that he is not ensnared in the illusory gossamer of fantasy ( a conception that's flickered to mind once or twice, suffusing heat across his cheeks before the lechery is hastily banished; guilt bleeds through, believing it wrong to stain her with a view like this ). pressure is against him, pulled taut in his groin, and dae-ho's lips part on reflex, tongue-tip tracing across roseate skin. ❛❛ wha — what are you — hey, are you sure ? ❜❜ he wants to reach out and touch her, the fear of his inaction reflecting as rejecting weighing heavy, but something invisible stands in the way.
he was beautiful — breath-taking — in every sense of the word. she dares not to utter her thoughts out loud though, instead letting her eyes speak her longing for her. it feels like finding the missing piece to a puzzle the way she slides onto dae-ho’s lap, eyes half-lidded as she explores him visually. her gaze traces down his arms to his hands where she sees them only hovering, so vera takes it upon herself to grab his hands and place them on her waist. she squeezes his hands, an invitation for him to not hold back.
and there he goes with that puppy-dog look in those eyes of his that always knew how to tug at her heart. her grip softens, her fingers rubbing over his knuckles, which were larger than her own. skin was soft to the touch. she lifts one of dae-ho’s hands up to press his palm against her cheek, kissing his palm then finally leaning in to steal a quick kiss from his lips.
" cub. i am a hundred percent sure. i want this. "
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower — @notmarine
his touch was like fire against her cold skin making her melt underneath him. one hand rests on dae-ho’s head with fingers entangled in his hair, most definitely loosening whatever ponytail he might have had going on. each kiss lit a flame in the pit of her stomach. vera hums lightly through her nose, her eyes closing, as she anticipates dae-ho making it past the waistline of her panties. she bends her right knee, cocking her leg ever so slightly as if awaiting his delicate kisses to grace her inner thigh.
it’s when the man stops that her eyes flutter open and stare down at him, pleading at him. " come on. don’t make a game out of this.. "
titty stuff… sm titty stuff.