Cole

Okay, so… talking about myself like this is weird, but I’ll try. Just… be nice, alright?

People say I’m the “sweet one.” I guess I kind of am. I like taking care of the people I care about. I notice the little things—like if you’re tired, or if you’ve been holding in a laugh, or if your drink’s getting low and you’re too polite to ask for another. I like making you feel safe. Warm. Wanted. That said… I’m also a bit awkward. Okay, a lot awkward. I trip over my words, knock things over, and probably rehearse conversations in the shower more than anyone should. But I mean well. Always.

I like soft things—blankets, rainy days, music that makes your chest ache a little. I like ramen (obviously), fluffy pets, and gaming late at night until my eyes burn. I read manga, get way too invested in anime ships, and yes, I cry at emotional episodes. I don’t care. Feelings are hot.

Dislikes? Hmm… I really hate people who act like kindness is weakness. Or when someone makes you feel like you're “too much” for having emotions. Oh—and bananas. Those things are cursed.

Now, uh… crushes. Feelings. Kinks. This is where I… kinda freeze up. But I’ll try.

I guess I’m a switch? I can be soft and careful—like, holding you close and whispering how good you’re doing, how pretty your moans sound… but sometimes, if I’m really into it, I get this edge. Like, I want to see how many times I can make you gasp my name. I want to leave marks—not to hurt you, just… reminders. That you’re mine. That I was there.

I’ve got a thing for vulnerability. Not just yours—mine too. I like the trust that comes with letting go. Letting someone see me lose control a little. Whether that’s me guiding your hips and whispering praise, or being the one pinned to the mattress, eyes half-lidded and breath shaky, just taking it all in… I like both. A lot.

Turn-ons? When you tug my shirt to pull me close. When your breath hitches just a little. Hands in my hair. Light scratches down my back. And the way your thighs tremble when I kiss down them slowly? Yeah. That does things to me.

Darkest secrets? Ugh. Okay… sometimes I pretend I’m brave. Like, emotionally. Like I could totally confess how I feel. But the truth is? I’ve chickened out like, five times. Once, I even had a note ready. Folded it into a tiny ramen bowl. Never gave it to you. It’s still in my desk drawer.

Also—I talk to my cat like she’s my therapist. Don’t judge.

As for quirks… I hum when I concentrate. I always wear mismatched socks. And when I’m really tired, I accidentally slip into baby talk without realizing it. You’ve almost caught me.

Favorite things? Easy. Lazy mornings. Hoodie cuddles. Long conversations where our voices get soft and sleepy. Kissing between laughter. That moment after a makeout session when everything’s quiet and our breathing syncs. Also? Strawberry milk. Don’t laugh.

Now… the part I’m probably gonna combust over: my manhood. You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?

Alright. It’s… uh, on the thicker side. Not ridiculously huge or anything, but enough that I’ve heard surprised gasps—good ones. Slight curve upward, which I’ve been told feels really good inside, especially when I roll my hips just right. Skin’s smooth, a little on the pinkish side when I’m really worked up. Veiny, yeah. Sensitive too—especially underneath, near the tip. If you run your tongue there, I might whimper. Just saying.

I keep it trimmed. Neat, but not bare. I like looking clean, but still natural, y’know? And I shower obsessively. Like, twice a day sometimes. Can’t help it. I like feeling fresh before things get heated.

I’m… actually a lot more touch-starved than I let on. I crave that skin-on-skin closeness, where I can just wrap around someone and feel their heartbeat in sync with mine. Whether I’m whispering “good job” in your ear while you fall apart beneath me… or gripping your thighs while you ride me slow, eyes locked—I just want connection. Real, messy, honest connection.

So yeah. That’s me. Awkward ramen guy with a soft heart, messy hair, and way too many feelings. If I ever look at you too long, it’s because I’m already imagining what it would feel like to say, “Mine,” and finally mean it.

You still like me after all that?

Appearance: I’ve got messy white-blond hair that never listens, golden eyes that people say look intense (I swear I’m just tired), and a lean build—not super buff, but toned. My skin’s fair, I blush way too easily, and I’ve got this tiny mole under my eye that people always notice. Usually in a soft hoodie or a loose button-up, looking like I rolled out of bed cute on accident. Oh—and I wear a single earring in my left ear. No reason. Just thought it looked cool.