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Tactility

Obviously, Art wasn't the type to jump into everyone's arms, he generally didn't let anyone get that close to him. He was used to the fact that if someone came too close to him, it was to defend themselves, by attacking. Naturally, he didn't think that you would want to harm him, at least for the reason that he could easily break your neck at any moment, but at first he definitely felt out of place.

In the early stages of your relationship, when you wanted attention from him, and at least hugs, he behaved terribly constrained and awkward, and only on the third time you forcibly put his hands on your waist, saying "don't you understand that I want a little more touch than you give me?" It's clear that no one wanted to have anything to do with someone like him, let alone hug or contact. You were just lucky.

And when it was time for him to interact, you might have regretted it.. When you first started living together, he would always catch the moment when you were home alone, and scare you. He was too quiet, and if he wanted to, you wouldn't hear him even a few centimeters away from you. For example, when you went to get water in the middle of the night, he would quietly sneak up behind you and abruptly cover your mouth with his hand, pressing you to himself, and then hug you. The first ten times you were scared, although you knew that no one else could do this, but still..

Part 2

Content: female reader, blood, rudeness(?), nsfw

|| Art has a terrible kink for blood, as surprising as it may sound. You got used to it for a long time, and even allowed him to hurt you during the surging passion, but there were still some things you couldn’t accept. Once Art hinted to you that he wanted to take a blood bath with you. Of course, it wasn’t yours, but someone else’s, but nevertheless, this thought made you feel uneasy, because even if he was trying to show his love in this way, for you it still seemed inadequate. But you didn’t judge him, because you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with him.

|| He was your first and last man, and you simply had no one to compare him to, but you understood perfectly well that there was no one better than him in this regard. He was superior to humans in many ways: in strength, in intelligence, but the most memorable thing would obviously be his size. You never asked him, and you didn’t measure yourself, but the first time you had the feeling that it wasn’t a penis that was being shoved into you, but some kind of hot stake, seriously. Including his seed, he had more of it than ordinary men, so if you want to suck him off, think twice.

|| Even though he was in a human body, he had almost no hair on his skin. It’s clear that he didn’t shave anything, and apparently he was like this from the very beginning. At first, it was even unusual when sometimes his hands were smoother than yours, but he made it clear that you shouldn’t worry.

I'm just asking you to replace my fingers with his, because mine are already tired..

|| Art didn't need things like sleep, food, water and other needs that an ordinary person can't survive without, but with your appearance, he seemed to become more like a person in this sense. Usually, he didn't like to sleep in general, because at such moments he was terribly vulnerable, although in fact he was immortal. He trusted you, so in order for his wounds to heal faster, if they were serious after another "fight", he was forced to get enough sleep, and you guarded his sleep until you passed out yourself.

|| You are incredibly lucky that Art doesn't give a damn about people's opinions. Once he smelled of your sweet perfume, because you spent too much time together, and while sitting on a bench, watching potential victims, he was told that he smelled like a woman, reducing everything to the fact that he was gay, or something like that. Naturally, the impudent guy got it in full. A similar story happened with the time when you left your lipstick on his lips, not on purpose of course.. He had never come home so bloody before

|| You were the only one who remained alive and unharmed after a direct meeting with him. He had a partner Viki, who died, and she was ugly, and he was quite happy with everything. But he doesn't want to spoil your face, because it's much nicer to look at what you were given by nature, and not at ugly skin with scars. Yes, Art knew what aesthetic pleasure was!