the idea of someone calling me by a foreign petname is such a turn on that i can’t help but project this desire

the idea of someone calling me by a foreign petname is such a turn on that i can’t help but project this desire towards fictional males like imagine this… you haven’t seen childe because he was sent away to collect some very big debts. when you finally meet him, you didn’t waste any time and ran straight to his arms while he didn’t waste any time and smashed his lips to yours either. tongues intertwined, you kissed sloppily with each gasp turning into a profession of adoration. it’s honey on your tongue and suddenly he parts away, hands gripping your waist tightly and he flashes you a smirk that had you falling on your knees. breathing heavily, he swipes away a strand of your hair that was misplaced by his hands that tugged on it moments prior. he slides his hands down towards your neck, rubbing circles near your pulse that was beating ferociously all for him. he chuckled, voice so deep in desire that it almost sounded like a growl.

“did you miss me, zvyozdochka?”

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