warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual content, protected sex, body image themes, emotional vulnerability, first time / inexperienced undertones
wc: 1,463
The door clicks shut behind you. He slides the lock into place, and suddenly the tension in the room triples—thick, electric, impossible to ignore. The air smells faintly of cleaning solution and artificial fragrance, the kind that tries too hard to feel fresh. The light is dim, soft in a way that makes everything feel more intimate. The curtain by the window hangs half-open, and you move to close it completely, sealing the two of you off from the outside world.
You slip off your shoes. He mirrors you, peeling off his socks and leaving them abandoned on the floor.
Then you step closer.
There’s no hesitation when your lips meet—just urgency. Hunger. You kiss like you’ve been starved of each other, like this is the first time and the last time all at once. He presses forward, guiding you back until you fall onto the bed, and he follows, hovering above you without ever breaking the kiss.
Your legs wrap around him instinctively, your arms pulling him closer, closer, as if you could erase the space between you entirely. His hips move in a slow, unsteady rhythm, like a boat swaying on water. You can feel him through the fabric of his clothes—solid, undeniable—and a sharp breath escapes you.
It feels good.
So this is what they call foreplay, you think distantly, like you’re trying to anchor yourself in the moment even as it pulls you under.
You shift, sitting up just enough to tug his shirt over his head. You take him in for a second—his arms, his pale skin—and something in you softens, even in the middle of all this urgency.
He looks like a blank canvas.
And your lips—your hands—feel like they were made to leave something behind on him. You’ve probably thought that same metaphor a dozen times before, but it never feels less true.
Because seeing him like this… makes you want to create something.
You kiss him again, your hand rising to cradle his cheek, tracing the warmth of his skin. He leans into it for a second before guiding you back down onto the bed, his movements steady but charged with urgency. You move together like waves—pulling, returning, never quite still, like an ocean caught in its own rhythm.
Then you shift, climbing on top of him, settling into his lap. His hands find the hem of your black shirt, and in one fluid motion, he pulls it over your head and tosses it aside, forgotten the moment it hits the floor.
Between kisses, he reaches behind you, fumbling with your bra. A soft, breathy laugh slips from him when he can’t quite manage it, and you can’t help but smile, helping him undo it. The moment it’s gone, his mouth finds you—slow, deliberate, like he’s taking his time learning every reaction you give him.
A soft gasp escapes you, your body responding before you can even think. Warmth builds low in your core, subtle but undeniable. He moves from one to the other, unhurried, attentive, as if memorizing you piece by piece.
Eventually, you pull apart just long enough to shed what’s left between you. Clothes fall away in a quiet rush—his, yours—until there’s nothing left, no barriers, no excuses.
For a moment, everything slows.
He looks at you—really looks at you—and something in his gaze makes your chest tighten. This body you’ve questioned so many times, picked apart in mirrors and quiet thoughts… in his eyes, it’s something else entirely. Something worth admiring. Something wanted.
And somehow, that feeling breaks something open in you—
and heals it at the same time.
He lowers you back onto the bed, and when he moves closer again, there’s no hesitation left. You feel him—the stretch, the warmth, the way your bodies seem to fit in a way that feels almost unreal. A soft moan slips past your lips, your body instinctively responding as the sensation deepens.
This time, you don’t close your eyes.
You keep them open, watching him—watching every shift in his expression, every flicker of something unspoken passing between you. Your teeth catch your lower lip as quiet sounds escape you, and when your eyes meet, there’s something playful, almost teasing, in the way he looks back at you.
“I love you, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low, wrapped in heat. His gaze burns into yours—full of desire, something almost consuming. It feels like the air itself is getting warmer, like you’re caught in a fire that’s both inside you and all around you.
“Me too,” you breathe out, the words slipping between soft sighs as your eyes flutter, rolling back for a second under the weight of everything you’re feeling.
His hand finds yours, and you grip it tightly.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The thought pulses through you, quiet but fierce.
His rhythm quickens, and your head presses deeper into the pillow, moving with each motion, faster now, unsteady. When your hands finally slip apart, you clutch the sheets instead, fingers tightening around the fabric as you lose yourself in the sensation.
You take him in—the warmth of him, the way your bodies move together—and he does the same with you, like you’re both learning and unraveling at once.
“Do you want to change positions?” you ask, your voice softer now, but still unsteady.
“Yeah… how do you want it?” he replies, just as breathless.
“Me on top.”
You separate for a moment, and the sudden absence of him leaves a hollow space that makes your body ache almost instantly, like it’s already reaching for him again.
He lies back, watching you, and you move over him, settling into place. Your hand guides him, slow and sure, and when you reconnect, you both let out a quiet breath at the same time.
It feels right—like finding something you didn’t realize you’d been searching for.
Like, somehow… this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
You lift yourself over him, steadying your balance as you begin to move—slow at first, then finding a rhythm, up and down. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you, grounding you. For a brief second, you glance down and catch the sight of yourself reflected in his gaze—your body moving, alive, real—and something about it sends a flicker of heat through you.
But the effort catches up quickly. Your breath falters, and you let yourself fall forward against him, chest to chest. He takes over without hesitation, his hips moving with certainty, faster now, pulling you along with him. The sensation builds, tightening, coiling low inside you until it feels like you’re right on the edge.
“Put on a condom,” you manage, your voice soft but insistent, stopping him just for a moment.
You separate briefly, the absence sharp and immediate, and you watch as he reaches for it. When he returns, the feeling rushes back even stronger—like sparks still lingering, waiting to catch fire again.
You shift positions once more. He asks, gently, if you’d be okay trying something different, but a flicker of hesitation rises in you. You shake your head, and he doesn’t push—just nods, respecting it without question, before moving back over you.
This time, he starts slow… then faster.
You feel everything—the rhythm, the contrast, the way each movement pulls you in deeper. Your eyes flutter, rolling slightly before you force yourself to keep them open, to stay present, to meet his gaze instead of disappearing into the sensation.
“I really like you,” he says, the words rough, almost fierce in the way they leave him.
“Me too,” you answer—and you mean it. There’s no hesitation, no doubt.
The way he moves shifts again, more deliberate now, and a new wave of sensation builds, stronger, sharper. It feels like you’re getting closer, like you’re almost there—but not quite.
“Do you want me to finish?” he asks between uneven breaths.
“Yes,” you reply quickly, the word leaving you with more eagerness than you expect.
A few minutes later, his movements lose their rhythm, turning unsteady, his breathing breaking apart as everything catches up with him. His heart races beneath your hands, and you pull him closer, holding him against you, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, the quiet aftermath settling in around you.
A quiet laugh escapes him as everything settles—light and unguarded—and you can’t help but follow, your laughter blending together in the calm that lingers afterward.
“I love you so, so, so much,” he says, his voice warm, almost boyish now, so different from the intensity just moments before.
You smile, still catching your breath, and answer softly,
When I was a little girl, my mother taught me how to whistle. So even when I'm afraid to speak, I whistle. Because when you whistle, it's your heart singing. And that voice, the one that's hidden in your heart, can be heard.
Rachel Zegler as Snow White in SNOW WHITE (2025) dir. Marc Webb
Can you show us how you do the coloring on your titles I couldn’t find it when I searched your acc😭😭
YEAH YEAH. sorry for the late reply sweetheart, but i'll walk u through it !!!! 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
example:
TOJI FAT C★CK NO CLICKBAIT ?!
so to start, there’s multiple websites to do this but the main one is use is stuffbydavid.com
once you get there, you’ll see something like this
it’s simple !! just follow the steps as they go, so for step one — enter your desired text. you can see that i already did that. so for step two, you’re allowed to choose whatever color effect you want.
all of the gradient effects are: horizontal (mixture of two colors), middle (kinda like horizontal), three colored, (three colors mixed), solid (just one color), random (picks any color for you), and colors of the rainbow (basically a default rainbow color for all)
the one i’m currently using for the example is three colored gradient !! my personal go to for my fics is always middle gradient tho.
anywho, back on the site — ignore step four.
as you can see for step five and the final step, it shows you the preview of your desired colors for your text. listen to this part because if you screw up, it won’t paste onto tumblr. you’re gonna wanna copy the HTML code from top to bottom. copy the entire code that’s shown, you might have to scroll a bit bc it’s pretty long (pause)
after this, you’re gonna wanna log into tumblr via the mobile browser. i forgot to mention, i’m doing this on the app version but it works for pc / laptop as well !! more complicated though but it all works the same.
so first, you’re gonna wanna make a new seperate draft — then press the little pencil icon to make edits.
look near the top right and click the settings icon
look where it says Text Editor and click near the right where it says 'Rich Text' bc ur gonna change that
after you click it, change it to HTML
it’s gonna send you here, make you’re you’re on HTML and not Preview yet. create a space above all the text that has like <p> and so on. paste your code, then that should be all !! save it and you can press preview afterwards to see the final results.
the best thing about tumblr is that you can watch a show and then you come here and someone has made a gifset of it and you can put it on your blog like a sticker in a journal
