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character: anby_demara, nicole_demara, copyright: zenless_zone_zero
two girls, yuri, very close-up, pov, extreme close-up, profile, nicole_demara, pink hair, long hair, black ribbon, hairclip, green eyes, mole under eye, crop top, strapless, red cheeks, heavy blush, wide open mouth, long tongue, thick tongue, fat tongue, saliva, spit on tongue, dripping saliva, saliva trail, disgust, grossed out, half-closed eyes, serious, seductive, licking, licking cheek, tongue on cheek, hugging, tight hug, hand on head, hand on chin, gripping chin, holding head, anby_demara, short grey hair, braid, orange eyes, fingerless gloves, black skirt, black thighhighs, frown, annoyed, disgust, glaring, looking to the side, pursed lips, straight lips, saliva on face, spit on face, wet face, arms at sides, height difference, black background, simple background, high contrast,
A very up-close POV framing, cropped tight into two faces with almost no room around them, pitched from slightly below so Nicole looms over the shorter girl. Nicole fills the left and upper part of the frame, a full head taller than Anby; her body is pressed flush against Anby's in a tight hug, her strapless black crop top crushed flat against the other girl's front, the bare band of her midriff and her shoulder the only body visible past the chins. Her right hand clamps the back of Anby's skull, fingers spread through the short grey hair and pinning the head still; her left hand cups Anby's jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into the chin so the cheek turns up and outward toward her. Nicole's head tilts down and over. Her jaw is dropped wide open, mouth an unhinged dark oval, and from it hangs a long, thick, fat pink tongue, fleshy and glossy, dragging a slow wet path up along Anby's cheekbone toward the ear. Multiple rivers of clear spit run in branching channels down the tongue's broad surface, pooling at the root of it and spilling onto the skin below; the tongue flattens against the cheek under its own weight, and the spit smears in a broad shine where it has already passed rather than running like water. Above the open mouth, Nicole's eyes are narrowed to unimpressed slits, her upper lip curled, nostrils faintly flared as though she finds the act distasteful — a disgusted, grossed-out grimace laid over a heavy-lidded, serious-seductive stare, no smile anywhere in the mouth. Both her cheeks are a hot, saturated red, two round blushes sitting high on her cheekbones. Anby's head is wrenched up and away at the jaw; her orange eyes are cut hard to the side and slightly down, pointed away from Nicole entirely, one shoulder hiked up against the intrusion. Her lips are pressed into a single flat disapproving line, the corners pulled down, brows drawn into a tight frown of open annoyance. Her face is covered in spit — glossy streaks across both cheeks, a wet smear over her nose and the bridge of it, a long drip running down her forehead from the hairline, a wet sheen ringing the pressed-together mouth, jaw glistening chin to ear. Her arms hang completely motionless at her sides, fingerless-gloved hands slack and perfectly still, offering no resistance at all; that stillness is the loudest thing in the picture. The black background is absolute and unlit — no floor, no wall, no light bleeding past the two of them; a single hard key strikes from the upper left, catching the wet edges of the tongue and the spit, throwing a hot specular down each river and a hard shadow into Nicole's open mouth, while the red of her cheeks and the pink of the tongue are the only saturated notes against grey hair, black cloth and black void. Intimate, uneasy.
Nov 14, 2026 7:34 PM
