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Working with Mortefi and having a crush on Xiangli Yao. You're unaware that everyone knows and even more unaware that they also know it's reciprocated. It culminates one day where you're splayed out on a table and lamenting while Mortefi (tries) to work around you.

He practically slams the tool in his hand against the table, shoulders tense as he asks you to 'just go talk to him'. Once you've reiterated for the thousandth time why that's simply impossible (every word punctuated by the click of Mortefi's lighter), he offers an opening. Ruthless logic countering every irrational fear you had.

What if Xiangli Yao hates me? What if he thinks I'm pathetic? What if he's already with someone?

But you trust Mortefi to have his facts straight.

And that's how you ended up 'accidentally' discovering the secret behind Moontree Lodge. He's thankful for your help in granting wishes, and you notice how much brighter his eyes seem. It was wonderful to spend so much time with him, no longer admiring his stoic expression from afar, but instead bearing witness to soft smiles and gentle eyes.

As you return from granting the last wish, both of you ready to celebrate and relax, a single wish tag remains. There's a moment of fussing before he's reaching for it, frowning when all it contains is a set of coordinates.

Your heart is practically in your throat the entire way to the designated location, praying to the sentinel that Mortefi had been right.

And that's how you confess your feelings, bathed in moonlight and smiling brightly while he glances around for a clue, getting more anxious by the second at the prospect of not being able to fulfill it in time.

"My wish is to stay by your side and make sure yours come true as well."

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if anyone needs me. i will be in the corner. contemplating the characters

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My insta : bah_melu

Tiktok : dumaszrlpec

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finger me if im wrong but

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Want to be on the receiving end of this? Interact with this post and I'll send something™️to your askbox on valentine's day :3 Open to both mutuals and followers

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the thought of Celeste trying to give Dottore oral with her cat tongue has me in stitches 😭

her tongue scratches him up real good with it the first time things get spicy - for months they both refuse to acknowledge that it had happened (they're both trying to convince themselves that the entire thing was a temporary lapse in judgement, arguably an easier task when your dick is sore...)

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Crow's Genshin Masterlist

Things without links haven't been reuploaded yet, let me know if you want me to prioritise one.

National geographic mating posts (multi-character)

Currently reformatting (send me an ask if you'd like a specific character added)

Albedo

First date with the Chief Alchemist (fluff, sfw)

Accompanying him to Dragonspine (sfw)

Very awkwardly getting it on for the first time (nsft)

Albedo making sure his spouse is looked after (comfort, sfw)

Literally 10k words of taboo, lmk if you want the link (dark content, nsft)

Alhaitham

Being the acting grand sage is hard work (two parts, fluff, sfw and nsft)

Kissing him out of spite (sfw)

Made sure you wouldn't be lonely while he was busy (fluff, sfw)

Baizhu

Changsheng is a little snitch (sfw)

Changsheng is also a little bitch (sfw)

Cyno

Fic I wrote to make one (1) really bad pun (sfw)

Dainsleif

It's not paranoia if people really are out to get you (two parts, sfw)

Diluc

Trying his hardest to express his feelings (fluff, sfw)

A gentleman at heart (fluff, sfw)

Diluc will protect you, so don't worry (nsft)

Neuvillette

Just a very sleepy Iudex (suggestive)

Pantalone

Too bad there's no escaping your dear boss (dark content, nsft)

The circumstances around your current living arrangements are uncertain (dark content, nsft)

Mora can in fact buy love (suggestive, sfw)

Interrupting his yapping (nsft)

Rhinedottir

Rhinedottir's beloved creation (sfw)

Literally 10k words of taboo, lmk if you want the link (dark content, nsft)

The unholy threesome (dark content, nsft)

That one Xiao kinktober fic we don't talk about (nsft)

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Tie a tether here - Dottore x oc

Notes: Originally written as a vent fic. Heed the tags, you're responsible for your own comfort. Reupload from my old blog. Please don't steal this. Tags: Dottore x oc, self harm, blood, suicidal ideation, intrusive thoughts, depersonalisation, mental breakdown, depression, psychotic symptoms, self hatred, hurt, awkward comfort, 1.6k Minors DNI

Breathe in. Hold.

A foreign scream rattled the modest bathroom.

Hold.

Celeste's ribs were about to snap.

Hold. Breathe out.

Nails raked along her scalp, fingers tangling in the soft hair and ripping out one strand after the other.

Breathe in.

The tiles were cold against her knees, legs numb from how long she'd remained huddled there.

Breathe out.

Someone was there with her.

Her ears flicked, picking up the sound of something moving in the halls. It felt too uncertain to be acknowledged. Heavy boots. A soldier? They'd walk by and be none the wiser. All that mattered was the absence of Dottore, his leave ensuring privacy here in his sanctuary.

Clawed hands grasped at the cold sink in preparation to hoist herself up, head lowered in irrational fear of the polished mirror. Something she'd polished herself one week prior. Dottore had needed it clean, not that he'd asked.

Her visage was foreign when it invaded her mind uninvited. Dark bags lined the pale skin under her eyes, their discoloration the worst of all. What had he compared them to before? The break of dawn over the mausoleum? Bile rose in her throat, body jerking with the onset of coughs and gags.

Nothing was expelled from her body save the tears that refused to dry. If only it was that easy. Foul laughter erupted from her throat, bubbling to the surface as it was wrung from her body. The tears flowed faster, confusion and fear at the foreign sounds being brought to life. Was that her fate, bring about such terrible things?

Several familiar faces danced at the edges of her vision, her own reflection baring its sharp teeth in a mocking sneer. Her head was pounding, the laughter threatening to crush her skull and what little sanity remained.

Murderer.

They kept whispering that single word, the sound echoing painfully in her head, burying itself where it would never be uprooted. Their grins remained intact, empty eyes boring into her even as all faded to black. A sharp pang went through the haze, fresh blood pooling around her claws as they dug into her shoulders, shaking with a need to rend. Celeste felt her muscles spasm, fighting a futile war with itself, torn between serving justice and self preservation.

Glass cracked and splintered under the weight of her fury, uselessly clattering to the ground to join her ambitions. Another howl tore itself free while she sunk back to her knees, masking not only the sharp knock but also the immediate creaking of hinges.

"And why, exactly, are you in my quarters Celeste? I might have given you a key out of convenience, but that was hardly an invitation."

Everything shattered around her, hands desperately flying to her shoulders to cover and hide, back rounding as she curled in on herself. A small shake of her head to spread the white locks of hair, praying it had no visible stains already as it blanketed her form.

Revenge?

"Privacy… You were gone anyway," the lie seared her tongue, shaky enough that it was no doubt obvious.

A cry for help?

Her eyes closed in relief when Dottore showed a rare mercy and let the question drop. The respite was short-lived as any other pleasantries in this world. Three sharp clicks from his heels and soft leather meeting bare skin, the grip on her shoulder light yet still bordering on painful as it threatened to crush her heart. His gloves would be bloodied again. The cacophony of voices had calmed at the touch.

"Make no mistake, you will be reprimanded for this mess in due time, Celeste," an unamused sigh followed, the silence that stretched reminiscent of late nights where a solution was taunting them, just out of reach, "for now, collect yourself and go to the locked lab. Delta can patch you up in there, I would rather this stay between us."

That was it? Of course it was. What else did she deserve?

Celeste found herself longing to smack his hand away, bite it perhaps, anything to shift her focus from the quickly expanding pit of her stomach. It was all so tiresome, body heavy and sluggish as she let it curl in further on itself, as if the world could be shut out so long as all senses were dulled. A sob left her lips. It could, she knew it could.

The weight on her shoulder moved, awkwardly firm in the way it shook her.

"I said collect yourself, tardiness has never been a vice for you and it would be unfortunate to develop the habit now," Dottore's words lacked their previous bite, more resigned than anything.

Another cackle wormed its way from her throat, building to a manic laughter as her own hands flew up to catch it at the source, squeezing around the delicate column, anything to make it stop.

He's laughing at you. It's natural. A pathetic creature who can do nothing right. Escaping fate takes more than fleeing a nation.

"Celeste," his voice was sharp again, sharper than the feel of his palm colliding with the back of her head.

Everything went quiet again save for the dull thud of an aching heart.

"Don't make me drag you there."

The thumb rubbing against her shoulder now was far more rugged than the familiar leather. When had he removed the glove? A sigh left her, focusing on the drag against her skin and the stinging pain that accompanied it with every swipe just barely dodging the open cuts. Her breath was coming in short puffs, adrenaline coursing through her veins as the formless voices continued to lurk in the shadows, waiting for the time where she'd be alone again.

Celeste was well aware that the anguish, the way her voice cracked so pitifully, was undoubtedly irksome for Dottore, but nothing could be done to stop it.

"Being patched up isn't going to-"

"Do you think I'm unaware? Tell me then, what can be done in this very moment? From where I stand, there's no immediate solution to this, and clever as you are, you'd have already found it if there was. And if I," he hesitated for a moment, finger digging painfully into a wound before reluctantly pressing on, "if we cannot fix that, then at least the vessel can be maintained."

A few tears were wiped from her cheeks, slowly turning as if compelled to look at him. Dottore had forgone the mask, a rare occurrence. There were creases around his eyes, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles trembled.

By no means should those words be calming.

Celeste let her head fall, eyes closing as exhaustion took root. Her eyes stung from the lack of tears left to shed, a light pressure still remaining.

"Don't- don't look at me like that."

No words were offered in response as his thumb continued to trace over old scars and fresh wounds alike, touch far too delicate for the man he was. A hiss left her lips when her hair was moved out of the way, knowing that nowhere she could reach on her thorax had been spared throughout the years.

"And don't touch me…"

Don't touch me like that.

"And here I thought your gravitation towards high necklines and covered shoulders was simply a testament to professionalism."

Another silence ensued, uncomfortable and far too long. Already broken shards of the mirror cracked under Dottore's boot as he shifted before kicking them away, some of them disappearing under the crumpled fabric of the discarded shirt.

"It's hideous-"

And I'd rather be spared the faux sympathy.

The words felt heavy, he'd already been burdened enough by this outburst. If only she hadn't gone to his quarters in some silly pursuit of false security, this could've all been avoided and her dignity would be intact.

"I seem to recall your lips tracing along my body, saying my numerous imperfections didn't matter. 'merely proof you've lived' if I remember correctly. Explain to me the difference."

"There's a- a good reason you look as you do," a reason you won't share with me, "it was out of your control, but this-"

"Do you harm yourself out of a desire to do so?"

"I mean- I," a cloying breath of air invaded her lungs, the sense of anticipation heavy upon her tongue, how could he still be so innocently curious, "I don't know? Sometimes it's just, I have to, it's always.. it's always there and nothing makes it shut up and- I think I'm broken."

With surprising patience, Dottore let his hand fall away, walking around to lean against the sink.

"Does it work?"

"What?"

"Does it ease your mind?"

A part of her wanted to scream that of course it did, why else would she resort to it. It would be a lie. And if she hadn't imagined the regret in those garnet eyes, he knew it.

"It gives me something else to think about," the words were forced out with a shudder, fingers playing with a shard of glass.

It was crushed under his boot before her fingers could grasp it, the tiny splinters glittering against the floor.

"We have better things to distract ourselves with."

She flinched, tail stirring as it curled around her waist, body finally giving in to the thought of soothing itself. Maybe he was right, there'd never really been a quick solution to anything, had there? Her eyes flickered to the thin trails of crimson that adorned her arms. At least not any worth pursuing.

Celeste took the outstretched hand that was offered, seeing the drying blood on her hands stain his skin as she fought the sinking feeling that slowly crept back. Surprise briefly ran through her system at the slight smile that met her, the whisper of 'there you are' faint enough that she didn't dare acknowledge it, merely following Dottore out of the wrecked bathroom, thoughts frustratingly quiet as long as his hand enveloped her wrist.

Series masterlist

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The Collector | prints

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any celeste crumbs for a starved traveller? 🤲 any celeste and dottore dynamic crumbs for a starved traveller, maybe? 🤲

aaaa thank you for asking >< I've been pondering this since seeing it in my inbox hehe

Silly Celeste crumb: (she's more cat-like than any of the characters we currently have in game) she sometimes gets the urge to lick her own fur or Dottore's hair - and yes, she does indeed have the same velcro-like tongue as cats :3 this also means she's banned from giving Dottore oral :<

Both Dottore and Celeste are prone to forgetting to eat but can be really strict about reminding the other, going as far as getting food for the other and just dropping the plate in front of them (this is often met with annoyance because "no eating in the lab") ><

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I'm going to have so many bookmarks.... These three were all originally made for mutuals because I forgot that physical items can't just be slipped into their tumblr askbox...

I used pixel art made by docariadraw as patterns :3

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Notes: The 'terrorise-your-local-scholar' fic but reworked and made longer. Steal for anything and all plants you touch will get Pseudomonas syringae.

Tags: Dottore x reader, slight nsft, established relationship, fluff, terrorising Dottore, one (1) affectionate smack

Minors DNI

You brushed it off as restlessness the first time. Anticipation, perhaps? After all, Zandik had been away for quite some time.

Kisses were peppered down his chest and stomach, remembering to pay extra reverence to the countless patches of marred skin left in the wake of a harsh fate, many of the blemishes brought along by his own hand.

While normally quite responsive to your touch, the ragged breaths and groans were accompanied by (what appeared as involuntary to you) twitches of every muscle you dragged your tongue across. Temptation became too much when you reached the subtle dip at his waist, one hand caressing his torso before locking around a soft pectoral.

A faint scent of isopropyl always seemed to cling to his skin, but nearing the waistband of his underwear, it was overshadowed by his natural musk. You kissed along the trail of hair, tugging down the elastic just enough to distract him from the growing curiosity of your gaze.

Not quite done yet, the steadily growing bulge between his legs remained confined for now.

Zandik was used to getting what he wanted in his own time, and the hungry glint in his eyes when you looked up was a testament to his restraint. Multiple times had he proved his superior strength, not that you'd ever doubted its existence, and the composure he currently displayed confirmed his view. To him, this was a show of trust.

As much as it warmed your heart; he'd long since instilled in you an acknowledgement of the necessity in breaking a few vials in the name of discovery.

Really, this was his own fault.

Closing your eyes, your lips once more descended upon the tender flesh by his hips. There wasn't quite time to relish in his soft sigh before it morphed into the cry of a wounded beast.

The second time was difficult to ignore as he jolted beneath you, muttering an apology for the quite determined knee that had caught you between your legs. It took a moment to regain some composure and push down the dull pain in your pelvic area, his rough palm rubbing your hip gingerly all the while.

As any good scholar would - and you were determined to make him proud by acting as such - a third replicate was necessary to ensure significance.

Therefore, it was with no remorse that you slid further down his body, not ignorant of the pleased (blissfully ignorant, you corrected yourself) sigh from your partner.

It was tempting to change course and instead lose yourself to the brush of soft hair against your lips. Worse still when your hands moved of their own accord, a single finger sneaking below his waistband to brush against his leaking tip.

'Relief could come later' was the thought running through your head before your focus was renewed with a subtle roll of your hips against his thighs.

For the third time, you swooped down to nip at his skin, a little harder this time. The shrill squeak that escaped his lips confirmed your hypothesis and thus concluded the experiment.

The fearsome Il Dottore was ticklish.

You gracefully ignored the little hiss of "quit it", instead letting your tongue drag across the quickly forming goosebumps.

Another huff.

A tighter grip on the sheets.

It was captivating to witness. Usually composed enough that people around him forgot his humanity, seeing him struggle to keep still, chest thrumming beneath your hands, was nothing short of a treat.

Proudly, you sat up, fully aware of the wicked glint in your eyes, finding amusement in the impatient one he shot back. Elation coursed through your veins as he fought to remain still beneath your touch.

Had he lost faith in his own conclusions, those calloused hands would have long since grasped your thighs in warning. Perhaps even tangled his fingers in your hair instead of the bedsheets to encourage you.

But no, Zandik still thought he was in control.

Every move for the next five minutes was carefully calculated to play into that, capturing his lips in a heated kiss until you were certain there was nothing but pleasure on his mind.

When you struck, it was with no hesitation, nimble fingers moving to his flanks with the same cold brutality as the Snezhnayan winds. The barely subdued chuckles you got from pinching at his sides were precious, fledgling glimpses of what life might be like once Pierro's play came to an end.

Still, it was far from enough in that moment. Not when you could see how he worried at his already chapped lip, hands swatting with the same fervor as he offered the bugs of his homeland.

A little nuisance.

His little nuisance, if the sliver of fondness hidden in those garnet eyes could be trusted.

It was more than just a display, you realised, it was as much an exercise of trust. A man with his past laying himself bare and relinquishing control as you prodded at all that he was. Every blemish a reminder of brutality. The belly of an animal is most often a weak point, baring it for not only your eyes but your touch as well - trusting that although his body protested at your treatment, he still felt safe.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, briefly stilling your hands to rub a tender apology into his waist. A brief reprieve before the next attempt at breaking his composure.

It was when you dove back down, licking with renewed vigor and intent that he broke. In a moment, his expression morphed from quiet discontent to pure disbelief, trying to smack the hands now pinching his sides while choking out little protests between breathless laughs.

The laughter now echoing off the cold stone walls that comprised the boundaries of your shared chambers was far sweeter a symphony than even dreams might have conjured. Vibrations travelled from his chest to your heart as he chuckled without restraint.

Everything seemed a little brighter, hardships irrelevant when presented with the sight of glittering tears rolling down his cheeks, large palms trying to encircle your wrists.

Victory is fleeting, as is the thrill of discovery. After the first minute of chaos, Zandik had regained some control over his impulses. Enough that rolling and pinning you down barely took him a second.

Warm puffs of air ghosted along your cheeks as he hovered above you, slowly working to calm his breath. One hand encircled both of your wrists before the larger man let himself flop down to fully lay atop you, trapping your hands between his heaving chest and your fluttery one.

A thin layer of sweat coated his skin and had you whining in protest when he began to grind his still erect cock between your legs. Before the promise of revenge could even reach your ears, most of the syllables were drowned out by a sharp burst of pain and the sound of his palm coming down upon the sensitive spot between your legs.

lips pressing against your forehead before his whispered promise of revenge could reach your ears.

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does Celeste hiss and purr and such? :3

She absolutely does! Her hissing is pretty much always a conscious act (meaning she only does it at Dottore + segments + Pantalone). Fun fact: as a kid, she taught herself to push down the desire to purr so she wouldn't seem weird but as she gets to know Dottore better, she feels comfortable enough to not suppress the urge :3

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Notes: The 'terrorise-your-local-scholar' fic but reworked and made longer. Steal for anything and all plants you touch will get Pseudomonas syringae.

Tags: Dottore x reader, slight nsft, established relationship, fluff, terrorising Dottore, one (1) affectionate smack

Minors DNI

You brushed it off as restlessness the first time. Anticipation, perhaps? After all, Zandik had been away for quite some time.

Kisses were peppered down his chest and stomach, remembering to pay extra reverence to the countless patches of marred skin left in the wake of a harsh fate, many of the blemishes brought along by his own hand.

While normally quite responsive to your touch, the ragged breaths and groans were accompanied by (what appeared as involuntary to you) twitches of every muscle you dragged your tongue across. Temptation became too much when you reached the subtle dip at his waist, one hand caressing his torso before locking around a soft pectoral.

A faint scent of isopropyl always seemed to cling to his skin, but nearing the waistband of his underwear, it was overshadowed by his natural musk. You kissed along the trail of hair, tugging down the elastic just enough to distract him from the growing curiosity of your gaze.

Not quite done yet, the steadily growing bulge between his legs remained confined for now.

Zandik was used to getting what he wanted in his own time, and the hungry glint in his eyes when you looked up was a testament to his restraint. Multiple times had he proved his superior strength, not that you'd ever doubted its existence, and the composure he currently displayed confirmed his view. To him, this was a show of trust.

As much as it warmed your heart; he'd long since instilled in you an acknowledgement of the necessity in breaking a few vials in the name of discovery.

Really, this was his own fault.

Closing your eyes, your lips once more descended upon the tender flesh by his hips. There wasn't quite time to relish in his soft sigh before it morphed into the cry of a wounded beast.

The second time was difficult to ignore as he jolted beneath you, muttering an apology for the quite determined knee that had caught you between your legs. It took a moment to regain some composure and push down the dull pain in your pelvic area, his rough palm rubbing your hip gingerly all the while.

As any good scholar would - and you were determined to make him proud by acting as such - a third replicate was necessary to ensure significance.

Therefore, it was with no remorse that you slid further down his body, not ignorant of the pleased (blissfully ignorant, you corrected yourself) sigh from your partner.

It was tempting to change course and instead lose yourself to the brush of soft hair against your lips. Worse still when your hands moved of their own accord, a single finger sneaking below his waistband to brush against his leaking tip.

'Relief could come later' was the thought running through your head before your focus was renewed with a subtle roll of your hips against his thighs.

For the third time, you swooped down to nip at his skin, a little harder this time. The shrill squeak that escaped his lips confirmed your hypothesis and thus concluded the experiment.

The fearsome Il Dottore was ticklish.

You gracefully ignored the little hiss of "quit it", instead letting your tongue drag across the quickly forming goosebumps.

Another huff.

A tighter grip on the sheets.

It was captivating to witness. Usually composed enough that people around him forgot his humanity, seeing him struggle to keep still, chest thrumming beneath your hands, was nothing short of a treat.

Proudly, you sat up, fully aware of the wicked glint in your eyes, finding amusement in the impatient one he shot back. Elation coursed through your veins as he fought to remain still beneath your touch.

Had he lost faith in his own conclusions, those calloused hands would have long since grasped your thighs in warning. Perhaps even tangled his fingers in your hair instead of the bedsheets to encourage you.

But no, Zandik still thought he was in control.

Every move for the next five minutes was carefully calculated to play into that, capturing his lips in a heated kiss until you were certain there was nothing but pleasure on his mind.

When you struck, it was with no hesitation, nimble fingers moving to his flanks with the same cold brutality as the Snezhnayan winds. The barely subdued chuckles you got from pinching at his sides were precious, fledgling glimpses of what life might be like once Pierro's play came to an end.

Still, it was far from enough in that moment. Not when you could see how he worried at his already chapped lip, hands swatting with the same fervor as he offered the bugs of his homeland.

A little nuisance.

His little nuisance, if the sliver of fondness hidden in those garnet eyes could be trusted.

It was more than just a display, you realised, it was as much an exercise of trust. A man with his past laying himself bare and relinquishing control as you prodded at all that he was. Every blemish a reminder of brutality. The belly of an animal is most often a weak point, baring it for not only your eyes but your touch as well - trusting that although his body protested at your treatment, he still felt safe.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, briefly stilling your hands to rub a tender apology into his waist. A brief reprieve before the next attempt at breaking his composure.

It was when you dove back down, licking with renewed vigor and intent that he broke. In a moment, his expression morphed from quiet discontent to pure disbelief, trying to smack the hands now pinching his sides while choking out little protests between breathless laughs.

The laughter now echoing off the cold stone walls that comprised the boundaries of your shared chambers was far sweeter a symphony than even dreams might have conjured. Vibrations travelled from his chest to your heart as he chuckled without restraint.

Everything seemed a little brighter, hardships irrelevant when presented with the sight of glittering tears rolling down his cheeks, large palms trying to encircle your wrists.

Victory is fleeting, as is the thrill of discovery. After the first minute of chaos, Zandik had regained some control over his impulses. Enough that rolling and pinning you down barely took him a second.

Warm puffs of air ghosted along your cheeks as he hovered above you, slowly working to calm his breath. One hand encircled both of your wrists before the larger man let himself flop down to fully lay atop you, trapping your hands between his heaving chest and your fluttery one.

A thin layer of sweat coated his skin and had you whining in protest when he began to grind his still erect cock between your legs. Before the promise of revenge could even reach your ears, most of the syllables were drowned out by a sharp burst of pain and the sound of his palm coming down upon the sensitive spot between your legs.

lips pressing against your forehead before his whispered promise of revenge could reach your ears.

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Is it okay if I put in a request for maybe the herta if you haven’t done her already? for the little hc’s of what animals, bug, etc. they’d be. if not i totally understand and i apologize for sending this in advance ><

No need to apologise! The Herta (Therta hehe) has been added to the list (❁´◡`❁)

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Since we're doing requests, could I request my beautiful queens, Dehya and Xinyan? I love them so much and Xinyan barely has any content. (It seems I have a type...)

-Caprisun urethrae anon

Oooh pyro ladies! They've been added to the list 🫡