#it’s so hot here plz send help

[bakubonez]

Hot N Cold

Jing Yuan x GN! Reader || fluff

summary: you love him, but Jing Yuan is awful when it comes to cuddling during heatwaves.

A/N: not proofread as per usual because I can’t read apparently, also we r currently experiencing a heatwave here so I decided to curse the Luofu with it too. no I don’t care if it’s accurate to the lore. also reminder that my requests are open,,, send them to my ask box,,

It had been unusually hot on the Xianzhou Luofu. Everyone had been complaining about the heat—it had seemingly come out of nowhere, and the locals were not happy about it. That included you and Jing Yuan. Though, Jing Yuan seemed to be dealing with it a bit better than you were.

While you usually came home drenched in sweat and whining about having to go about your daily life when it was blazing hot, Jing Yuan just laughed it off and agreed, though he wasn’t nearly as soaked in sweat or as vocal about his complaints.

The main issue arose when you were trying to sleep. You loved Jing Yuan, and you loved cuddling with him throughout the night, but he was hot. Like, physically hot. He was boiling hot. He wasn’t too bothered by it, and he went about holding you as he usually did, while you tried to wriggle free from his grasp to try to cool down.

Unfortunately, it very rarely worked. Sure, you’d tell him before bed not to hold onto you like a koala, and he’d agree—but about an hour later when you were both asleep, he’d grab you in his sleep.

Then you’d have to start trying to escape. His grip on you never hurt, but it was hard to break free from.

“Jing Yuannn,” you whined, trying to pry his arms away from where they were firmly caging you against his chest. Much to your dismay, he remained asleep, snoring a little bit.

You squirmed miserably, mostly in vain. You were tempted to hit your pillow over his head to try to wake him, or at least get him to roll over, but you hesitated. Knowing how deeply he slept, that might not even have helped you in this case.

After a few more minutes of struggling, you give in. You lay limply in his grasp, trying to ignore the heat. You would have been very comfy, if you weren’t getting so hot. Jing Yuan’s cuddles were a blessing during winter and the colder days, allowing you two to get cosy, but right now it was a nightmare.

Maybe your prayers have been answered, considering Jing Yuan stirs a bit. He rolls over, finally freeing you from his grasp. His snoring intensifies a little bit, but it’s a small price to pay in exchange for your freedom.

You sigh in relief, migrating to the other side of the bed to try to eliminate the risk of him capturing you again. You can sleep in peace—or at least, until he rolls over again in an hour or so to hold you once more.

[madamechrissy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Satoru Gojo Drabbles ˚୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

I have so many, I thought I would put them all in here for you all!! It's all smut and explicit, all about 1k words or more, mostly from inbox requests

Bully! Gojo- NSFW Gojo is a dick and bullies you in college, and you honestly fucking love it, lil masochist. Part Two

Priest! Gojo- NSFW You have a confession to make to Father Gojo, sinner, don't worry, he'll fill you with love and light!

Pervert! Gojo- also have some Pervert! Geto here - NSFW Satoru can't help but fuck you and send videos to his bestie

Sugar Daddy! Gojo- NSFW - Gojo loves to spoil you constantly, with his money and with his cum <3

Vampire! Gojo - Vamp Gojo rly wants your blood, oh and he also totally wants to marry you?

Yandere Roomie! Gojo - Yandere Satoru may or may not have got you kicked out of your apartment so you have to live with him, you may or may not rly care bc dick

You're mine, got it baby?- Yandere Gojo x short fem reader- NSFW you asked the neighbor to change your porch light, Satoru needs to teach you better

One Night at the club - Yandere Gojo x Tall fem reader- NSFW he meets you at a bar and you knock a dude out- hott

How to get a raise: Satoru Gojo x smol boob reader- NSFW you wear a new bra at the office, Gojo doesn't like it

Just one more time: NSFW Satoru needs to go again and again, just one more time plz

Bad Idea Right -NSFW- you trip and fall into ex boyfriend Gojo's bed

His Instrument - Yandere Gojo x Musician Darling- NSFW Gojo goes to all your operas!

An Arranged Marriage with Gojo: NSFW You are arranged to marry Gojo, sight unseen, and run into a hot white haired guy at the bar the night before

You Cryin baby? - NSFW Satoru Gojo x Busty reader- Satoru really likes your titties!

I'll Win- NSFW Sato/Sugu x slim reader- they're just being freaky lil hoes lol

First Time -Satoru Gojo x Virgin reader- NSFW you want your best friend to be your first!

I'm Into it: NSFW - Satoru and you are best friends, and there's only one place to sit, his lap.

Yan!Gojo wants Geto's girl - NSFW- Just Gojo jerking off to a pic he stole off Geto's phone of youuu

Ice Cream: SFW- You are pregnant and miserable, Satoru calls you an orca LMAO

My first kiss went a little like this- SFW- arranged marriage, jujutsu sorcerers, you can break Gojo's barrier- sweet, fluffy cute

Tell me how you hate me - NSFW- just Gojo hating you and loving your coochie lol

Need a Seatbelt when I ride it - domestic smut with you and soccer dad Satoru

Losing focus every time you speak, girl - nsfw Yan Gojo mad that your boss Sukuna flirts with you

Morning after Christmas with Satoru - nsfw the morning after Christmas, how long do you all have before the kids wake up?

Even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a sidechick - CEO Gojo and his assistant/wifey

Dom Gojo/sub reader reader is edged and dommed by a jealous Satoru

Virgin Gojo - Gojo and your first time- drabble

Mafia! pretty boy Gojo- headcanons of a new mafia au

Masterlist of all my full series/ fics

Long Oneshots of Gojo here - Masterlist

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Sending you an idea, I was thinking about a Fem!Reader dancing with some soft music in the little house that she shares with Steb. Dancing while preparing some breakfast for the two of them. And then Steb see her dancing just with his shirt and her panties. So, Steb try to dance with her and gets to close, so close that he can feel the warm of her skin.

That makes Steb's mind go super high with the idea of make her his, and maybe breed her again(?)

Sorry if its not so specific. I did my best, I swear! Hope you like it, I really love how you write about him 🥰 plz keep it up! Bye!

Hehehehehehehehehe, glad to know the combo panties/stolen shirt is popular 💗💗💗💗💗

✗♡✗♡ Steb x F!reader ✗♡✗♡

Tags : Steb is selectively non-verbal, established relationship, heavy making out, Heat/mating season, Steb is feral, tickling, knot, oral (F receiving), P in V, creampie breeding, bed break, Bridge position, mating press, biting, dumbification, bit of blood, Steb has carnivorous tendencies

You bob your head as you work your dough with the palm of your hands, grabbing it, slamming it down the work surface, and then spreading it before reassembling it into a ball. To give you motivation and keep a good pace you put on some music and now you work it in rhythm with the percussions. 

That’s going to be some good brioche! 

You woke up extra early to surprise Steb with your special brioche that he just loves! He is a sticker to a healthy diet but he makes an exception for your brioche that he devours entirely in just two days like a little kid devouring candies by the handful. 

But his heat starts soon and you want to give him some bonus emotional support! 

You slam the dough hard a final time on the floured surface and take a step back. 

“Phew... That’s a workout!” you sigh. 

You grab the dough, put it in a bowl that you cover, and put it in the oven to rest and rise for the next two hours! You could stop here and rest ooooooooooor... You could make it extra yummy with chocolate shards! 

You grab two chocolate tablets and start mincing them with a knife, still bobbing your head up and down, swaying your hips left and right. You hum the melody as you cut the tablets, tapping the rhythm with your foot. You scrap them all into a bowl, take out your tomato timer, and set a 2 hours resting time, and now you have nothing left to do but to wait. 

You grab a wooden spoon and start to whisper the lyrics, moonwalking back from the counter into the living area. You jump and dance, silently screaming the solo to not wake up Steb, rocking yourself in all directions while your cat Compote looks at you like you lost your mind. 

You kneel down to him and press your face in his fur with a giggle making him meow absolutely offended! You laugh standing back up, jumping backward, dancing the choreography you remember from the concert Steb took you to as you both love this singer. 

You put your hands on your hips and shake them left and right energetically, losing your breath and you almost jump when a foreign hand slides on your tummy, pressing your back against a tall body. 

You yelp in surprise as Steb purrs loudly, sliding his second hand around your shoulders and diving his nose into your hair. 

“You scared me, silly!” You giggle. 

He gently kisses your temple before gently spinning you toward him. 

Visibly, his mating season started judging by his new bright red scales adorning his usually deep green stripes. You like these colors on him, he looks like he is in fire when light directly hits the red scales, illuminating him like real hot flames!  

 He contemplates you up and down with a lopsided grin as he signs. 

“Yes, I robbed you of another shirt.” You confess cheekily, “I can’t help it, it smells just like you!” 

He shakes his head with a low chuckle, sneaking his hands around your lower back, pressing your two bodies back together, and starts swinging his hips with yours, smiling at you with an assured grin.  

He grabs your hand and starts to make you twirl in your little living room, making your head spin as you chuckle in his arms. He throws you away from him gently, holding you with one hand, and pulls you back in his embrace tenderly, making you his sweet prisoner. 

He kisses your cheek several times as he brushes his nose against your soft skin, he gently tilts your head to the side, revealing your neck, pressing his nose in the crook, deeply inhaling your scent deep into his lungs with a satisfied sigh. 

With a low growl, he licks the entire length of your neck with the flat of his tongue, debating if he should bite down your pretty neck, bare and defenseless before him. He bares his teeth as he blows on your pretty throat, licking his fangs at that delicious thought... 

You explode laughing, hugging him tight as you twirl together like two blissful idiots. He leaves a trail of pecks on your neck, reaching your jaw then biting your lower lips, his hands sneaking down there to cup your accessible rear over the fabric of your panties, taking a handful of it. 

“How dare, Mister?!” You tease. 

He pretends to bite off your nose tips in response with a growled chuckle, pressing your crotches together. You retaliate by biting down his earlobe, earning a breathy gasp on his part. One of his hands slides under the baggy shirt to caress your naked back with the tip of his soft fingers so softly it feels like a feather is teasing your skin. 

Pressing your two foreheads together, you get lost in each other eyes, diving into his ocean eyes so deep and clear. 

But you notice a storm slowly darkening his gaze as he traces soft circles on your back. He delicately clasps his lips on yours, hugging them lecherously as he pushes his tongue inside to dance with yours. You close your eyes as he hums before parting from each other, a sinful string of saliva linking your two mouths as a witness. 

He presses his face back into your neck as he hugs you tighter, tickling you with his cheek scales making you laugh again. You hear him inhale your musk once more with a purr ending up in a low growl once more. 

He feels his blood pumping harder each time he gets a whiff of your natural fragrance, each time he grazes your warm soft skin he feels goosebumps flourishing all across his body, feeling lava being poured into his very veins making all his fins tremble with excitation, and great anticipation! 

He gently tugs on the shirt with a hissed whine, straightening his back to beg you with his eyes, pulling you gently towards the table of the living room. He sensually caresses it, looking at you as he sticks his tongue out between his two fingers with a grin. 

You cannot help but explode laughing at his sillyness. 

“Steb, come on! We were lucky it did not break down under us last time.” You counter. 

His grin stretches and he gestures to the upstairs with his head, his ears twitching in a silent question as he squeezes your hand. 

You nudge your nose against his cheek, pecking his soft skin lovingly.  

He wraps his hand on your ass and lifts you up expertly, forcing you to circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms. Now in his arms he casually goes up the stairs, pressing your cheeks together with a gentle purr, letting his cheek fin tips caress your skin. 

He opens the bedroom door with ease and enters the cozy, if not cramped, bedroom. He falls on top of you on the bed, crushing you under his weight. You let out an ‘oof’ being squeezed between the mattress and his tall body but you would not want to be anywhere else. 

Nowhere is warmer and more inviting than Steb’s embrace, nowhere is safer than between his long arms and you love nothing more but to snuggle yourself against his chest... 

Steb immediately attacks your face with plenty of kisses all over: your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your jaw, your temples, your eyelids... Nothing is safe from his lips and he will kiss every part of your face until he is happy, cupping your cheeks lovingly. 

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! 

You smile under his lips, holding his hands softly as he purrs loudly like a big cat, slowly going down your body. His hands caress their way under the shirt delicately, grazing your sensitive human skin like a precious and fragile treasure, as he fondly kisses your neck. You do not unwrap your legs around his waist as you hug his shoulders tight. 

Out of nowhere 

He starts tickling your sides mercilessly with a large grin while you cry and laugh and beg for mercy, big tears rolling down your cheeks while you gasp for air. 

“Steb...! Steb! Ple-please stop! I can’t...!” You manage to shout between fits of laughter, rolling all over the bed while he keeps attacking you, chuckling too, kissing every morsel of skin he comes across, whether it is your face, your neck, your back, or your hips. 

You try to push him off you, kicking and begging but he keeps torturing you while you push all your pillows and the cover off the bed in your frenzy. 

“STEB! PLEASE!” You scream out of breath, jaw sore with your laughter. 

He finally stops, looming over you, disheveled and pantless too but with a big bright smile on his gorgeous face. He stands on his knees to get rid of his shirt, revealing his well-sculpted body to your eyes, his ravishing green stripes adorning his chest and hips that you adore lazily tracing with your fingers. 

You gasp loudly, catching your breath back as the last tears roll down your skin, you wipe them off with the back of your hands, your chest rising up and down repeatedly. Steb lowers himself to brush his nose tips with yours, snaking his arms under your back to nudge himself against you. 

He rolls, pulling you on top of himself, sitting you down his groin region. You finish laughing pushing your hair off your face, you feel his hands caressing their way up your thighs, groping your meat to knead it lovingly as you look down at him, letting you listen to a long whined plea. 

“What do you want, handsome?” You ask, tilting your head as you caress his jaw. 

He grabs the hem of your panties, pulling on it to let it slap your venus mound repeatedly while licking his lips with a hungry growl. 

“Aren’t you affraid to get hurt under me?” You inquire a bit worried for your lover. 

For sole response Steb raises an eyebrow with a tight lopsided grin, ‘try me’ written on his face. He grabs your hips and pulls them up, positioning you on your knees, looming just over his head. He immediately starts teasing you by grazing the extra thin skin of your thighs, tracing the crotch lining with the pad of his fingers, and deep breaths. 

He raises his gaze to meet yours and casually traces your slit through the fabric, getting a feeling of your pussylips until he reaches where your clit hides and he gives it a gentle flick making you instantly jump. 

He hums in appreciation and pulls on the hems, lowering your undergarments to reveal your pussy to his eyes, instantly his pupils dilate and his cheek fins wave with great interest. You extend your legs for him to take them off and he doesn’t break eye contact as he presses your undergarment to his sensitive nose taking a big whiff of it, his purring deepening another octave while you feel your blood rushing to your cheek at his perverted behavior. 

He throws the panties away to be forgotten and grabs your hip to stabilize you, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your leg next to his face, and gently pulls you down toward his face. You grab the bedframe as you feel his breath on your exposed pussy but he first chooses to kiss your inner thighs on both sides, making you tremble with anticipation and nervousness. 

He leaves a final peck and focuses on your bare cunt right above him, guiding your hips down until he can dive his nose into your pubes to inhale your raw sexual musk with delectation as you see his ears twitching. 

He gives you a long lick with the flat of his tongue, parting your folds as he tastes your inner flesh. You gasp and dig your nails in the wood of the frame while he titillates you with short, quick licks with the dart of his tongue, getting a feeling of your cunt. 

Steb loves nothing more but to spend his time with his face between your thighs, fulfilling his aquatic Vastaya nature by remaining in a wet environment at all times, feeling your essence trickling down his skin with his gills wide open. 

You take a big trembling breath as you feel him tracing your slit up and down, eyes closed to savor your taste better, lathering you with his saliva and probing your tight entrance with his tip, circling it before pressing the end gently to it, not entering the tight circle of flesh, preferring to tease you by exciting it. 

He lets a loud kiss on your pussylips before adjusting your pelvis to gain better access to the start of your slit where your clit hides. He spreads them open with his tongue again, going up until he bumps against your sweet bundle of nerves, the object of all his obsessions and desires, and starts flicking it repeatedly and expertly. 

You huff and moan at his tricks as you feel his warm and wet long tongue circling and crossing your pearl, teasing its surroundings before going straight to the point and torturing you deliciously. You feel your thighs trembling under his care but worry you will hurt him by fully sitting in his face so you remain in this uncomfortable in-between position. 

“St-Steb...” You let out, voice trembling to not outright scream 

Steb reopens his eyes to meet yours, silent questions in his ocean-blue gaze. You open your mouth to speak and only manage to pant a long mewl as he wipes his tip against your excited nervous bud, drumming it relentlessly. Each tongue stroke sends a powerful wave of pleasure in your nerve endings and makes you shudder dramatically, pure lava coursing your entire body as Steb toys with you so easily it is ridiculous.  

Shaking, you bite down one of your fingers while he keeps tickling you, his purr insolently growing louder. You feel your pussy convulsing and getting wetter and your inner muscles gorge themself with blood in preparation for penetration. 

Steb lets his cheek fins wave as it pleases them, grazing the thin skin of your inner thighs, as he gets to taste and savor like he loves to. Eating you out must have become his number-one hobby since he tasted it for the first time, almost like an addiction he cannot help but crave the next time you will open your luscious thighs for him to dive in between. 

Drinking at the fountain of your pussy like a parched soul lost in the desert. He knows no better pleasure but to taste your essence on his tongue, feeling it dripping and trickling down his face and jaw, suffocating himself against your tasty cunt, devouring you like an animal, propelling you toward orgasm repeatedly. 

It’s a win-win situation, you both enjoy and pleasure yourself, only in a different fashion. You return the favor when he allows it, but he just loves taking care of you, witnessing you crumble with just some licks, seeing you melt between his hands, observing you shake under his tender care, delecting himself in your desperate reaction when he overstimulates you until he feels satisfied. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

Steb closes back his eyes to focus on your taste and the music of your moans, his thumbs caressing your thighs gently as he laves at your clit with dedication. 

You cry out as he suddenly wraps his luscious lips all around your pearl, feeling him roll and twist it, sucking on it like a piece of candy. You almost lose it and fall on his face but you manage to remain stable, although with difficulties. 

That change in his sexual endeavors worsens your wetness and you can now feel it dripping out of you onto his jaw and thick neck as he immediately opens his mouth wide to receive it on his tongue and not waste anymore drop of your delectable essence.  

You hear him gulp down and drink out of you, his purr and his groans resonating like an obsessive litany in the small bedroom of your home and making your head spin. 

If Steb is reluctant to speak out of habit and physical condition, he has absolutely no qualms vocalizing his pleasure and amusement: he groans, moans, mewls, coos, rasps, growls, and purrs all the most obscene sounds you have ever heard in your life! 

He has more repertoire than all Piltovans languages! 

He lacks no mean to express himself and has no difficulties making himself understood in those intimate moments when his hands are busy doing other things than signing, which is a detail that worried you during your first sexual encounters. 

In fact, it worried you so much that you started to propose implementing some rules for him to be able to express himself during the act like you knew all of that better than him! 

He silently and gravely listened to you talking out of your butt, raising an eyebrow here and there, refraining from smiling at your most extravagant propositions until he could not contain himself anymore and exploded laughing. 

To be fair, your ideas were not applicable practically and he enjoyed showing you how well he could communicate even with both his hands and mouth busy pleasuring you and silencing you for good on that subject. 

He left you out exhausted, satisifed and panting with a deep kiss, having proven his point efficiently. 

You lower your gaze back on your beloved Vastaya to discover you made a mess on his face and the sheets, but he seems way too happy to even think about stopping, your essence smeared all over his lips and jaw, his cheeks are rosy with blood as his heart sprints in his chest, letting escape sighs of pure satisfaction. 

You manage to take your finger out of your mouth to tenderly caress his soft hair and temple, giving him back some love and tenderness he so generously offers you on the regular. He opens his eyes again, boring his gaze into you and you can only see what you can describe are pure... glee. 

He is simply happy to be with you, to share that intimate experience with you. Steb is not a complicated man, his vision of bliss is not extravagant and superfluous, holding your hand every day makes his soul sing and he harbors the hope yours do the same. 

You always want to tell him. To tell him how much you love him, how a single glance of him can give you wings to surpass any obstacle, how a brush of his hand sends your heart in such a frenzy you someday worry it will simply explode from too much love. How he circles your shoulders gently in the streets, casually pulling you closer to protect you and signifying to anyone else you are together makes you feel desired and tenderly loved, how his simple everyday presence helps you prepare for any future hardships, any uphill battle, knowing that whatever happens, Steb will be here despite everything, to support you and build you back up if you ever fail. 

You often open your mouth to tell him all that, as he looks at you with a patient smile and you lose all your words, ending in a nerve-wracking, blabbering mess, unable to look him in the eyes so you just decide to press your lips to his as the best next course of action and he eagerly responds, hugging you tight in his protective and loving embrace.  

His capacity to rob you of all your words with a single glance always astonishes you, and he takes an undeniable pleasure in making you mute with a single grin, teasing you with his infuriatingly beautiful face and gallant demeanor, his ears twitch revealing his own excitement and pent-up hopes he cannot put into words. 

You come back to reality as Steb lovingly kisses your clit several times, like he would kiss the most precious thing in all of Runeterra, pouring as much love and fondness he can in each kiss with his wet, swollen lips. 

It’s not even for the sexual pleasure of it all, it is simply for the sheer tenderness and warmth of the moment, to give generously without expectation in return. 

Just because he loves you. 

“I love you Steb.” You gasp, your clit pulsating against his luscious lips. 

He glances at you, letting appear a mischievous grin, takes a handful of your hips, and forces them down his face with all his strength, actually forcing you to truly sit on his jaw. 

You yelp and try to stand back up to not hurt your lover but he holds on to you ferociously, digging his fingers in your soft flesh to keep you in place, pressed against his hungry mouth, not letting you go like a carnivore who dug his fangs in a piece of meat. 

Steb has more strength than you and you quickly realize that all your effort and negotiation will not make him release you. 

He has you right where he wanted you all along. 

Sitting on his face like a throne. 

You tremble with a hiss as his long tongue trails your entire slit once again before pressing against your entrance and pushing past the tight ring of flesh, entering you with his flexible appendage. You whimper as he invades your cunny with ease, opening your muscles up gently.  

“St-Steb...” You beg breathlessely. 

You shudder and cry out as you feel his textured tongue wave inside of you, grazing and brushing your G-spot easily, coating his member with your dripping slick right at the source. You feel him licking and lapping your cunt, leaving no surface of your secret temple uncared for as he twirls it, making your inner muscles clench at his will. 

You grip his hair for stability as his tongue tips travel freely inside of you, caressing secret spots like he loves to, feeling your drool trickling down your chin as raw pleasure shocks your entire body at each of his tongue tricks. 

Steb was always good at eating you out and liked flexing his talent to you just in case you forgot how much pleasure he could give you. 

If he doesn’t have the desire to go all the way with you each time, he surely craves to taste you on his tongue once more and will not refuse you his skillful tenderness. 

You inadvertently clench your thighs all around his head at his flicking tongue, ravaging you from the inside, actively risking to suffocate him but he actually forces your hips down harder against his face and accelerates his movement to push you at your limits. 

If you could be nice and squirt in his mouth, he would greatly appreciate it! He will help you, do not worry. 

You throw your head back, mouth open to swallow air but each wave of pleasure and lust contracts both your cunt and your trachea. You bite your lower lips as you feel sweat rolling down goosebumps as Steb’s grip tightens around the meat of your thighs his tongue waving flexibly, swirling and twisting against your pulsating spots as your inner muscle gorge themself with more blood to puff up and get all fluffy all around him. 

Steb releases one of your thighs to grab his already hard pack, kneading it and teasing himself as he listens to the symphony of your indecent moans. It’s so easy for you to make him hard, you hold him in the palm of your hand, and anything can get him going if it is you. Even the most innocent demeanor can throw him out of his carefully crafted habits and render him absolutely feral if he isn’t careful. 

Directly tapping into the most animalistic and feral instinct of his Vastaya nature and you are gracious enough to accept him as he truly is, allowing him to discover and test the different behaviors he had to keep hidden from his former, less accepting relationships. 

But you forgive him everything 

Maybe too much, he sometimes fears.  

So he doesn’t let go of his more bestial tendencies, muzzling them down for both of your sake, preferring to love you tenderly rather than taking the risk to scare you. 

But when the rut comes he just cannot help himself, one caress from you and he is drooling with a growl, craving to grab and bite the flesh like he wants to devour your body to finally truly make one forever. 

When his mating season arrives, his usually well-organized brain and logic almost get overridden by the deep carnal instinct 

To breed 

To make you his by tying you both by flesh and blood. 

To give you a little one 

How long and tedious his shifts are when the mating instincts arise and invade the forefront of his mind, he cannot help but think about pounding you while filing official reports and writing down witness testimonies. 

He never lost control once when at work, his strong self-discipline and work ethic forbidding him from the most minuscule deviation, but those shifts are so tiresome for him. 

But once you meet back at home... 

Caressing your velvety soft skin, inhaling and tasting your musk and pheromones makes him feel alive like never before, it’s a greater high than all the adrenaline frenzy he ever felt in his line of work and he does his best to make you experience the same sensations 

It is like an overdose of the sweetest drug, deeply inhaling the most sugary poison... 

But he cannot help but crave the softness and sweetness you bestow upon him, that feeling of emotional security you provide, allowing him to be himself in his most vulnerable moments... 

Intertwining your fingers for all eternity... 

He is so happy he found you... 

He chuckles, hearing you yap as he crosses your G-spot with the tip of his tongue. 

He adores your voice, he loves it even more when you cannot line up two words thanks to him and he can hear each tremor and quake of your tone, melting him on the spot, pushing him to hug you tight and snuggling against you to protect you with his taller body. 

He slides his hand inside his pants and boxer and grabs his hard length that he starts to fist roughly, letting you set the pace with your whimpers and beggings, relinquishing control to your whims.  

It is just to remain patient, not to finish himself: he hopes you will accept him finishing deep inside of you... 

He gulps down loudly, your slick soiling his lower face and your thighs, swallowing everything you are giving. He savors your palpitating cunt, feeling your pulse in your fluttering soft muscles through his tongue. What a good day to be an aquatic Vastaya, he cheekily thinks his gills wide open, his heart pumping blood like a machine in his ribcage. 

He accelerates the motion of his tongue and hand, feeling his knot swelling at the base of his girth in preparation for mating and breeding, feeling his pre-cum dripping along his girth and his hand, soiling his boxer. 

You are actually the first one he used his knot with, never feeling comfortable or close enough to his former relationships to use it with them. 

That magnificent feeling when he felt your cunt stretch all around him for the first time to welcome the knot inside of your pussy, drawing a delectable bulge, was just to die for... 

“AH! St-Steb...!” You cry out as he flexibly undulates his appendage against your sweet spot. 

He keeps his eyes closed to focus on his motion, feeling you terribly close to your climax as your inner muscles contract all around his tongue, he knows he just needs to keep going just a little more for you to magnificently explode between his hands. 

Just a little more, a little more... 

He curbs it once more, letting the texture graze your spot one last fateful time... 

And you scream. 

Your hands roll into fists around his strands of hair, pressing his head tighter against your cunt, your thighs muscles clench so hard they froze still all around his head and you squirt violently in the open mouth of your Vastaya lover, head thrown back dramatically as your scream of orgasm ends up in a long whine, eyes blinded by a white light that slowly subsides. 

You feel sweat trickling down your exhausted body, soiling Steb’s shirt as he finishes licking you clean, his purr clear and loud. He caresses your thighs and hips up and down as he cleans you up with his skillful tongue, satisfied by both of your performances while you try desperately to catch your breath. 

He gently seizes your hips to lift you and sits you down on his stomach, licking his lips gluttonously and with a satiated expression. You look at Steb, still in a daze as he wipes his jaw clean, licking his fingers with joyful eyes and rosy cheeks, his fins waving blissfully. 

You sigh loudly, slouching down when you feel something poking your butt, discovering his proudly erect member that he took off his sweatpants and boxer to touch himself more efficiently. 

You take a big breath and caress a strand of hair behind your ear to position yourself to return the favor when Steb grabs your shoulder to gently push you into the mattress. 

He rolls over you, looming over your smaller body with his tall stature, disheveled, eyes joyful but dark with secret intentions, licking his bared teeth like a predator. You gulp, looking at your lover, wondering what will be his next move, if he isn’t going to bite down your throat altogether like the carnivorous Vastaya that he is. 

Instead, he lowers himself to fondly brush your nose tips together with a clear purr. You relax and peck his nose happily as he cups your cheek with his large hand. 

“You do not want me to go down on you, Steb?” You propose like a secret. 

He chuckles but shakes his head, sitting on is ankles he starts signing his intentions. 

How he desperately wants a little one of you both, founding your very own family in Piltover and living happily all together, maybe even giving them little brothers and sisters. 

He dearly hopes so at last, but he cannot do it without your consent. 

You smile at him, head over heels for your Vastaya. Lust got the better of him the first time you made love and he used his knot in the heat of the moment, but since then has made it a point of honor to always ask for your permission to use it again. 

You never refused, even though you knew he would never use it again if you asked him to. 

But you begged him for a little one for long too before he made you his, so his knot is more than welcome. 

That never stops his face from illuminating in joy each time you say ‘yes’ to him once more, endearing you a little more to him each time if it is even possible. 

“Yes, Steb.” You muse, feeling your cheeks heating up dangerously, “You may.” 

His ears twitch dramatically as the flush of his cheeks worsens, a bright smile on his face. He leans over the bed to take back one of the pillows that fell and gentlemanly places it under your head for your comfort, snuggling his nose against your cheek in the process before repositioning himself between your legs. He caresses his way up your inner thighs and opens your legs wide for him, revealing your cunt to his eyes once more. 

He tilts his head to the side with a grin as he sees the remnant of your slick finishing dripping out of your pussy, he titillates your oversensitive clit with the tip of his finger just to play with your nerve while you hiss and groan for him to stop, shaking with the remnant of your orgasm. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you toward him before seizing his girth to play with his tip a bit, collecting his pre-cum to lather his entire hard shaft before pressing his fat, reddish tip to your secret entrance and very gently entering you. 

You open your mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as he pushes his size inside delicately, careful not to hurt you. You grit your teeth, feeling him opening you up easily, his pre-cum and the result of your former orgasm making you soaking wet and slippery. 

His size is impressive but thanks to his previous loving care it does not hurt at all. 

You shiver each time a new ridge brushes past your G spot, feeling your muscles spasming each time one of his frills titillates your gummy areas. 

Steb breathes deep, feeling his lungs opening wide in his chest as his heart seems to double in volume and threatens to burst through his ribcage.  

That delicious sensation... 

That feeling of your soft flesh all fluffy, wet, and warm stretching all around his member to welcoming in your most secret place, he feels his toes curling at each new centimeter he pushes inside, going deeper and deeper in your warmth. 

A human pussy is not meant for a Vastaya’s cock and no matter how long he takes to prepare you, no matter if you become a real fountain, the size problem remains. He knows it can be a bit uncomfortable for you at times, but you both make it work, he makes sure of it! 

But for him... 

The way you absolutely strangle his girth with your tight cunt, how he can feel each infinitesimal muscle twitch all around his length... 

He could cum just entering you. 

He would die of shame if it ever happened, how could he dare cum so early, leaving you unsatisfied and utterly baffled? He has more manners and consideration than that as your fiance! 

You gasp under him, calling back his attention to you. He tenderly smiles looking at your expression, all panting and sweaty as you try to welcome him fully inside. 

His heart flutters at your sight, so adorable and so easy to love 

He lowers himself to capture your lips in an infinitely loving kiss as he finally finishes pushing his entire length inside of you. You almost bite his tongue in a jolt when you feel his knot pressed against your cunt. He kisses you softly, cupping your cheeks with his large hands, eyes closed to better savor your lips as you whine in the kiss. 

Steb remains still, letting you a moment to adjust, brushing your foreheads together, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, while you gently caress his hair and play with one of his very sensitive ears, making him twitch it involuntarily. 

It makes you laugh and accidentally contract your cunt all around him, making him hiss in return. He licks your cheek with the flat of his tongue and a guttural growl, both of you feeling his impatience bubbling under his scales 

Your pheromones titillate his taste buds delectably, making him dig his nails in the bedsheet with a snarl, licking his fangs as he starts panting, his body temperature on the rise. 

He feels a real inferno under his scales, boiling lava bubbling under his skin, so much energy and tension he could feel his muscles tear apart to pieces. 

He... He needs to move or he is going to lose it! 

He starts a slow circular motion, testing his liberty of movement inside of you, brushing his cock against your fluffy walls, and gritting his teeth. You gasp and moan, digging your own nails into his broad shoulders as your little pussy stretches the best it can. 

He keeps going gently, lying on top of you as his arms snake under your back to embrace you tight, pressing his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your raw sexual musk deep into his lungs, getting high on your compatible pheromones. 

If you truly realized what kind of aphrodisiacs your pheromones are to him, you would get scared and try to hide them under perfume. 

That would break his heart... 

Getting high on your compatible pheromones is such a foreplay for him! It also helps him keep track of your period cycle and know when... 

You are ripe for the harvest.... 

Ready to try again for a little baby with him. 

Oh, there is no more dangerous and delectable period for him than those moments... 

That tension between his Vastaya instinct demanding to claim you like a beast and his tender love begging to treat you like his goddess... That constant tug of war in his burning flesh. 

Should he bite or kiss? 

Should he claw or caress? 

He is constantly at war with himself in those moments, how to satisfy both sides without hurting your fragile human body? 

What if he scares you revealing his inner pulsions?   

He is lost in his thoughts when you jolt, feeling his ridges grazing your g spot repeatedly and you bite down his earlobe as retaliation, earning a gasped rasp from your beloved, prompting you to hug you so hard you are sure to discover bruises tomorrow. 

You lick the outer shell of his ear, only to take his tip between your teeth and suckle on the erogenous, reddish fins, biting down and licking them with a growl as he gasps with short breathes, his muscles rolling under his skin, a drop of sweat traveling from his thick neck to his moving chest. 

You drag your nails down, clawing his entire back till you reach the lower end and Steb throws his head back with a long moan, undulating his back under your nails like a wave, gritting his teeth under the mix of pain and pleasure he feels coursing his flesh. 

He lowers his head back, looking at you with dark eyes and barred teeth like you just pushed him too far, a long rough rumble escaping from the very depth of his chest. 

He grabs your waist with two hands, raising on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air and removing any control over the situation from you, locking you in a bridge position. He slips out his length, only letting his girthy tip inside, and pushes it back gently, testing the water.  

Your body lets his length move easily inside your flesh, welcoming him well and deep. 

Having the sweet confirmation that you are ready for him, he slips out again 

And rams his entire girth inside furiously. 

Your cry is cut short by the air getting punched out of your lungs as he repeats his action with a long growl. 

He slips out, and slams it back 

Again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

Steb installs a merciless pace where he keeps plunging his cock deep inside your core fiercely, his fingers digging into your soft flesh to keep you in place and not let you escape! 

Under any circumstances! 

He rams his cock hard and true, with full strength, undulating his hips with flexibility, the light bulb at the ceiling projecting a halo all around his gorgeous head, blinding you on the same occasion. 

His thrusts are powerful and full of intent, he snaps his hips easily, splitting your poor body in two so easily you have to dig your nails in the mattress to keep yourself grounded as his tip hits your deep spot and his ridges obsessively massage your gummy one, making the pleasure and his... 

Fury 

Inescapable. 

You try to open your mouth to speak and say something, anything, but each word dies at the gate of your lips each time he hits his hips with yours, your fleshes meeting in a wet, hypnotizing sound that gets to your head rapidly. 

Steb tries his best but  

He lost the battle 

After tasting your pheromones on his tongue, feeling it tingling delightfully, he felt his control slipping out of his fingers, and while he tried to keep it in his grip feeling you digging your nails into his back in such an 

Animal display 

Something snapped  

His self-control and dignity were pushed aside by the most bestial, feral part of himself 

A part his Vastaya kins warned him not to let loose in polite society for fear of getting exiled from Piltover or imprisoned. A part that must be muzzled and chained down deep inside of himself to never see daylight. 

But at that very moment, in your arms, surrounded by your scent, your warmth, the music of your voice, and the security you provide him and the sensation of nails in his flesh... 

He lost it 

He is a wild beast on the hunt, and you are the pretty little prey he stalks down, tracking you down by smell as he licks his teeth, drooling at the thought of digging his fangs in your supple, generous flesh until you beg for his mercy. 

Entangled in a tango of death and love, fighting each other for dominance, bodies contused and rolling on the ground, the survival of the fittest where the lusts of blood and sex intertwine to make one. 

Feeling your warm skin against his bruised scales... 

Hugging you so tight he could choke you... 

Intertwining your fingers in the battle... 

Appeasing his hunger and instincts, nuzzling in your embrace... 

You yap as his grip on your frail hips tightens as he tilts his pelvis up to hit deeper inside of you, reaching a new spot, sending new pleasure shockwaves coursing your nerve endings, contracting your muscles so hard you could think that they are about to tear up. You inadvertently bite your tongue as his harsh hip thrusts bob your entire body up and down on the mattress, hitting the top of your head against the frame of the bed. 

“St... Ste...!” You try to speak out, trying to reach him 

You are getting cut short each time, losing your breath and your intelligence with each undulation of his waist, his firm flesh slapping your soft one, making a lecherous music resonate in your small cozy bedroom. 

He never took you so roughly! 

He slams your hips together, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy repeatedly, swallowing him again and again, strangling him with each minuscule muscle contraction, making him growl louder and louder. 

Steb looks down at you from all his height, seeing your face twisting with irrepressible pleasure, your mouth agape to speak but failing to, your hands pressed to the frame to stop your head from hitting it. 

But more than anything else, he admires the bulge he makes inside your tight cunny, detailing how your muscles stretch to let him pass resulting in that absolutely delightful detail in this scenery. He cannot refrain from licking his dark lips, drooling at that simple view. 

You are just so perfect on every front! 

He wants to give you everything and it’s contrary. 

Shower you with love and fuck you like an animal. 

Tenderly kiss your lips and bite you to blood 

Help you spread your wings and tie you down with lace 

He is in full control of the situation but not of himself, his sexual instincts command him and order him around, his energy and stamina exacerbated by his blind lust for your body. 

He cannot help from a tight grin as he discovers a creamy ‘O’ appearing at the base of his cock, right at the edge of his swollen knot, making him salivate even more, pushing him over the edge all over again. 

He cannot get enough 

He cannot get his fill of you 

He needs more and more 

He could continue until you both pass out from exhaustion 

Filling you up again and again, breeding you for long hours, ensuring a little one! 

He takes it very seriously! 

He increased his physical exercises, modified his diet, quit caffeine, and regularly took fertility supplements, stacking all the odds in his favor! 

He so dearly wants that baby with you... 

He dreams about holding his baby in his arms at last, even the idea of nine months of patience is killing him! 

Why do human pregnancies take so long?! 

It’s driving him crazy! 

But he is already thinking too far of himself, you’re not even pregnant yet. 

Maddening him! 

This is an error, an error that he intends to correct shortly 

Maybe even today! 

At last! 

He ostensibly sucks on two fingers, humming as he coats them with his saliva before stimulating your little pearl again, still slamming his entire girth deep inside your tight cunt like you were a fuckdoll. 

But you are more fragile than a toy and so much more delicious, taking care of you is his privilege! 

He brushes your clit rapidly and your reaction is immediate! You immediately contract all around his cock, tightening your sensual canal to strangle his length, milking him for his pre-cum that keeps dripping out of his tip. 

You let out a cry at that new stimulation and Steb throws his head backward at the compression of his shaft. So much pleasure courses your two bodies, connecting carnally, in sweat and flesh.  

Steb feels his lungs tightening and air escaping him... 

You... You are just giving him so much, he doesn’t know if he has it in him to not finish before you cum! How is he supposed to not crumble to pieces when your luscious, generous body strangles him with all your warmth and love? 

How is he not supposed to fall on his knees and kiss your feet? 

He harshly bites down his lips to blood, the sudden pain electrifying him like a slap across the face and he refocuses on your sweet body, focusing on your body language, what earns the best reaction from you! 

Your arms are tired 

The force you need to exert to compensate Steb’s powerful thrust to not hit your head is consequent, and the waves of pleasure he gives you definitely do not help, only weakening your muscles with repeated warm shockwaves making you tremble. 

You cannot think of anything else but Steb’s cock ravaging you. 

How it obsessively hits your deep and true, and grazes your gummy G spot with its ridges, keeping edging you, torturing you without interruption you feel your poor pussy convulse around his virile member, stretching the best it can to allow him inside. 

This is... Such a trial 

You never felt like that before! 

Steb who is always so soft and tender, caressing you gently and nuzzling himself in your embrace with a light purr, simply happy to call you his 

Completely metamorphosed 

You do not recognize your sweet beloved, your good boy. 

He is looking down at you with a hungry expression, fucking you like he never did before. 

This is not even fucking anymore, this is much more bestial than that 

You feel it in each of his mean thrusts and in the bruise you guess you will discover on your hips and groin tomorrow. 

You can’t even think  

Each roll of his hips melts your brain and you just... Do not know anything anymore 

The only thing you know for certain is your Vastaya impaling you on his cock. 

You even have difficulties keeping your eyes open each time he hits a sweet spot. 

Your entire body is traversed by electricity, paralyzing your muscles, and making you vulnerable to the whims of your lover. 

You are at his entire mercy 

Steb growls, stopping his caress on your clit to grab your hip firmly with one hand and force your legs onto his shoulders before laying on top of you, pressing his entire weight and your smaller body and your knees to your chest. 

This allows him to go even deeper, that’s why he loves that position! It gives him a lot of control and you cannot do anything else but endure the pleasure. You do not have to do anything, just let him do the work and enjoy yourself. 

It’s also perfect for using his knot! 

He presses his forehead to yours as he pounds your poor pussy under him, reaching all the way up easily, your muscle contracting inadvertently to his delight 

When you try to open your eyes, you are immediately snatched by his white, sharp fangs that he licks instinctively to soothe them.  

Does he has phantom pain about having to file them for his job of enforcer? 

You don’t have to think this further, you’re forced to press your head back against the pillow as he keeps undulating his hips expertly, forcing you on your knees. 

You have some difficulties breathing correctly with the weight on your chest, but Steb loves to press himself on you for maximum skin contact on his sensitive scales. 

You hear the bed cracking and complaining under his powerful thrust, but that does not slow him down, you don’t even think he is in a state to hear that. 

Steb weights down on you with a long animalistic growl, his cheek fins waving under the sheer tension as he grabs one of your hands to intertwine your fingers together, locking you down with him 

You open your mouth to swallow a big breath and Steb takes the occasion to press his lips on yours, languorously kissing you with a pleased and relieved sigh, like he could not wait anymore to finally kiss you. 

You try your best to not bite down his tongue which is more difficult than anticipated as he buries himself in you with such force. Steb does not mind in the slightest, snickering in the kiss each time you bite his tongue or lips. 

That’s not a high price to pay to claim you as he does. 

He hugs and dances with your tongue, moaning loudly in the kiss, conveying his pleasure audibly for you to hear and get off too. 

He knows you love his repertoire, he makes strategic use of it to make you wetter. 

You whine in the kiss, realizing you drooled all over yourself in your debilitating pleasure, completely forgetting yourself. Steb breaks the kiss panting and licks your cheeks with the flat of his tongue with a rumbly purr, tasting your drool and sweat with delight. 

Your two bodies are wet, sticky and sore but Steb doesn’t plan to stop 

This is too good to stop! 

He licks his way down your beautiful neck while his other hand sneakily travels between your two bodies to whip and brush your clit again. You yelp, clenching your cunt violently under the assault of pleasure. 

Steb’s reaction is immediate and he bites down your shoulder 

Hard 

You cry out at that sudden mix of pain and pleasure, squirting on Steb’s cock irrepressibly. Steb does not let go, purring loudly and plowing you down savagely. 

The wet claps of flesh and the smell of sex his getting heady and your head dangerously spins with all those stimuli. You’re sure your legs would give out under you if you were not lying down 

An other thing that give out is the bed 

With an impressive cracking sound, you feel something break under you and you fall with a yelp, the mattress hitting the floor. 

“Steb! We broke the bed!” You warn as you suspect he did not realize it in his fury. 

Okay so? You broke the bed, that’s not sufficient for him to just stop like that! There are more pressing matters than a stupid bed! 

Like breeding you 

That’s what truly matters! 

He keeps stuffing you up, his teeth still clasped on your shoulder to keep you in place, his ears flapping around like a kid who received candy.  

Fucking you like a jackhammer, plowing you down like a fuckdoll as he ferociously caresses your clit, feeling your pussy kneading his cock as it convulsed all around him.  

He can feel each drop of your slick running down his scales like a trail of flames, stinging his flesh so lovingly he feels his dorsal fin freeze still, so full of raw tension. 

He circles and caresses and fondles your sweet pearl in sheer contrast to his bestial fuck. 

It does feel good to let go of the leash of his inner inhibitions, he contemplates in a surprising moment of clarity. 

Let’s just hope you don’t hold it against him... 

You huff and pants, feeling Steb’s tongue lapping your skin, still holding down on your shoulder. You feel something warm roll down your skin as his purr perks up. 

He bit you to blood 

That doesn’t... Feel too painful strangely?  

Instead, you feel a warm and numbing sensation spreading in your muscles sore from sex like a poison was poured into your veins slowly. 

Steb’s arms tighten around you as he raises his head to look at you, blood drops pearling at his lower lips that he licks avidly, his blue eyes almost glowing with lust as he savors your blood with a delighted carnivorous grin. 

This vision is so otherworldy 

And hypnotizing 

You cum right here and there under your lover’s careful and attentive gaze. You throw your head back into the pillow, your toes curling as pleasure waves crash on you like a furious tsunami threatening to drown you 

Did you scream? 

Did you cry? 

Did you pass out? 

You don’t know 

You just know you went deaf and blind under the fire of and orgasm so profound you think you might even have died in the arms of Steb’s to open your eyes as a rebirth... 

Steb roars, looming over you, as he feels your pussy try to retain him inside. He finally allows himself to come as he presses his swollen knot at the gate of your pussy, digging his nails in your flesh. 

Again, he feels your pussy stretch wide to welcome it inside and plug you shut and spurt his virile semen deep inside of you 

He lets out the deepest sigh as your pussy kneads his length to milk him dry. 

He is addicted to that sensation 

He... He wants it again... 

One more 

Please 

Petit coeur, please.... 

He will beg if he has to! 

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“Ah...! Ste-Steb... Please...” You pant, face first into the pillow, drooling all over the fabric as Steb licks the remnant of blood on your shoulder. 

He likes that metallic taste, it tingles his tongue, its a very funny sensation but far from unpleasant. His purr rises up toward the ceiling like musical notes as he nudges his nose in the crook of your neck before straightening his back. 

“Pleeeaaaaaa-AH!...” 

He rolls his hips again to sush you, holding your arms in your back, your butt in the air. 

He quite like that position too, you are hopeless under him like that, that makes him drool profusely 

That excites his hunting instincts... 

“It’s been... My timer...” You try to formulate a sentence but Steb’s rhythmic thrusts are going to your head, “My timer went off... Ages ago...” 

Indeed 

He heard it more than two hours ago 

He did not feel like releasing you just yet. He entered his heat cycle, he needs a lot of love and attention from you from now on... Love that he will give back a hundred times, of course, Petit coeur. 

And you are just so cute with that dumb blissful expression on your face like that! Eyes rolled, mouth agape, panting hard, and drool all over your face! 

This is such a sight, it keeps him so hard! He wants to give you even more! 

His other hand keeps massaging your clit as he feels your slick and his semen dripping on your thighs to you both, you leak so much the sheet under you can’t absorb your essence anymore that a puddle formed. 

This is so obscene!  

So deviant! 

He loves it! 

You moan desperately as he pushes his knot inside once more, cumming deep inside again, together like one. He gently caresses your swollen tummy, full of his cum, tracing sweet circle on your soft skin. 

If you do not get pregnant after that... He’s actually going to lose it for good. 

He hisses as your pussy lazily milk him for all his worth and all your limbs go limp with exhaustion. Your trembling legs give out under you as you crash down with him on the mattress. Steb chuckles lightly, laying on top of you, pinning you down with his weight, and tenderly kisses your cheek while you desperately gasp. 

He nudges himself against you, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers as both of your hearts beat in a frenzy, appreciating that moment of intimacy. 

He will run you a warm bath, cook you a delicious and filling dinner, and massage you thoroughly to ease your sore muscles. Then you will watch a movie, read, play board games, or he will play you his violin! 

Whatever you wish to do Petit coeur. 

He just loves you so much...  

He wants to spend his life taking care of you 

So he thinks he is going to give you two or three more orgasms, just for good measure! 

Just for you. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog 

[squinch-depraved]

Bro PLZ write something about teds mustache PLZ🙏

here u go short while i work on other stuffs

"i promise you you aren't too heavy, please sit on my face," ted begged.

"your mustache is gonna feel so weird though!!" excuses. to tell the truth, he just made you really nervous. you honestly didn't expect that mentioning that you had never been eaten out to your best friend would land you in this situation. "i dunno, ted..."

"c'mon, please trust me. i promise we can stop if you don't like it but i wanna try to make you feel good at least once. please?" he made that stupid face that gets him whatever he wants and leaned back on to his couch, resting his head flat on a pillow and patting his chest for you to hop on.

with a scoff, you rolled your eyes and started to climb onto him, but he stopped you and pointed to your pants.

"off," he instructed simply. his bossiness left a damp spot in your panties once you slowly, carefully removed them, folding both them and your pants and setting them on the coffee table. "there we go." you could hear the grin in his voice before you spun back around to glare at him.

"you're so annoying, you know that?"

"you love me."

he wasn't wrong. in what way, you weren't sure, but you did love your best friend.

"hop on!" he waved you over, intertwining his fingers with yours when you straddled his chest. "my face is up here," he joked when you hesitated.

"oh my god, fine, i'll sit on your face if it'll shut you up," you teased, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. ted, who couldn't stop smiling, helped you scoot forward until you were hovering over his face. once he had a clear view of your wet hole, he groaned and wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down and holding you tight while you squirmed.

his tongue worked deftly in and out of your cunt, flicking and swirling around your sensitive bud and drawing frantic wails from you. you had never felt anything so pleasurable; everything he was doing was sending white hot electricity straight to your core.

"teddy, fuck!!" you screamed, bucking your hips furiously on his face. his mustache provided just the right stimulation, brushing against your thighs when he pulled his mouth away from your pussy to plant sloppy kisses everywhere. "feels so good..." you trailed off.

he moaned into your folds as he slid his tongue back in you, the vibrations causing your legs to tremble.

"ted, please, you're so good, so good to me, fuck! why did you wanna- nghh, do this so bad?" your voice was shaky, and he pulled away with a lewd noise to answer your question.

"because i think you deserve to feel good. this doesn't have to be anything more than two friends helping each other, if you don't want it to be. just, shut up and let me taste you, please?" he bargained, brushing his mustache along your skin to soothe you.

"how am i helping you?" you asked, puzzled.

"you think i'm not gonna get off to this for like, the rest of my life?" he chuckled, pulling your cunt back to his mouth. staring down at him made your stomach flip- the way his hazel eyes peered up at you as he worked his mouth was intoxicating.

"teddy, i think i'm close," you whined, rolling your hips forward. his grip on your thighs tightened as he furrowed his brows and began eating you faster, sloppy noises filling the room. letting out a constant string of moans and swears as you tossed your head back, you let him devour you and arched your back.

he guided you through your orgasm, grunting when you began to claw at his arms where they were holding you down. he overstimulated you just a tad, unable to resist his cruel desires, not knowing if he would get to do this again. once you rode out your high, you scrambled backwards off of him, panting, and collapsed onto the couch.

"was that good?" he asked nervously, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. you couldn't form words yet, but nodded solemnly. smiling, he rose from his seat and walked to the kitchen, returning with a water bottle, which you accepted gratefully.

"can we do that again?" you asked quietly once he sat back down.

"uh. yeah, if you really want to," ted offered, scratching the back of his neck.

pulling him in for a deep kiss, you grinned at the faint taste of yourself still on his lips. his mustache tickled your upper lip as the kiss deepened, and soon he was on top of you, kissing between your thighs and enjoying every noise that spilled from your lips.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 20 all chapters

gif credit to dilfgifs

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You try to go as long as you can, but later that night you decide you just can’t stand it anymore. You’re pretty sure it’s been days, and you feel gross.

“Can I…use your shower?”

He turns to you with a small smile. “You mean, our shower? Yes.”

Hoping that’s the end of it, and this exchange won’t get weird, you slip out from under his arm to go into the bathroom. You check your prospects, finding expensive shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, shaving gel…but no razor. You guess you get it, kind of, but really. Then again, maybe you'd better not ask. Why send mixed signals by shaving off your body hair? It’s just an aesthetic mostly catering to the male gaze anyway…

But it bugs you.

You pop your head back out of the door. “Razor?”

He doesn’t even look up from his book.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This annoys you for some reason. “Just so you know, I am not going to try to kill myself.” Brave words for someone in your situation, but at least at the moment, you mean them.

“I was more worried you might try to kill me.”

You open your mouth again, until he fixes you with that laser-like stare. “Just take your shower, y/n, or do I have to come in there to help you?”

The thought of his large hands on your body slick with soap sends an inconvenient spear of desire straight to your center.

“No.”

You disappear fast as a groundhog into its burrow, closing the door behind you.

“Door open!” he yells in that particular tone, and sensing the shift in his mood, you comply rather than pull his tail some more.

Well done, you, you chide yourself as you strip out of your dirty dress and your ACE bandage in the cavernous shower. He was actually in a good mood, somehow, after you tried to knock his head off with a book. And now you…what? You did something to piss him off, at least a little bit.

Learning his moods was going to take some doing.

It was the only way you were getting out of here alive.

You keep looking over your shoulder, half expecting to see him looming behind you. That man moves silent as a ghost when he feels like it.

It’s creepy. And…kind of hot, if you’re being honest, but that is not a helpful thought.

You feel a thousand times better with all the grime washed from your hair and your body. You wrap yourself in a big fluffy towel that feels like a cloud on your skin, and put off going into the bedroom by drying your hair.

There are products on the sink that you use, face lotions and hair creams, and more expensive versions of the same type that you could never afford. How did he know?

Then again, he has fucking gorgeous hair, he probably knows more about styling product than you do.   

You turn to look at his handiwork upon your bum. The bruise is a red and purple swirl nearly the size of your fist. You can actually see the neat lines of his teeth marks. “Jesus Christ.”

His eye was going to heal way before that was.

When you can’t really dawdle in the bathroom anymore, you war with the next conundrum.

Fresh clothes.

Fuck it. You march out, heading for the closet without making eye contact with the reclining leopard on the bed. You can feel his eyes on you, and fuck if it doesn’t turn you on to be watched like that. Like you are some kind of prize to be desired.

It feels utterly insane to you, to say the least. You’re not that beautiful, but he looks at you like you’re Helen of Troy.  

With your hand on the closet door John clears his throat pointedly.

You know you can’t ignore him. Risking his wrath while you’re wrapped in nothing but a bath towel is so not a good idea.

You turn to find he’s laid something out at the foot of the bed for you already.

“Wear this,” he says. It’s an order clothed in velvet. Polite, but…you sense the unyielding directive underneath.

You pad on bare feet to the foot of the bed. It’s a silky lavender nightie with lace at the bodice. Nothing too wacky. No embarrassing peep holes or extraneous straps. You are somewhat relieved.

Until you see the underwear he’s paired with them.

Your underwear, as a matter of fact.   

Those went missing a long time ago.

Speechless, you look to him, knowing you look like a fish out of water but unsure what to say.

This has been going on for way longer than you even knew, and you didn’t have a clue.

“You took these from my apartment.” You manage not to yell it.

“I didn’t want you to wear them for anyone but me.” He has the cheek to sound grouchy about it, like you did something wrong.

You feel your temper rising like the mercury in a thermometer. You know you’re going to say something stupid, but you just don’t know how to keep it in.

“How. Fucking. Dare you?”

He just sighs, like he already knows how this is going to go. “Don’t play this game with me, baby.”

You bite down on the impulse to demand he not call you baby.

“You could have just…asked me out. I would have said yes, you know?”

He actually looks away as you tell him this.

“Maybe you would have. Until you realized I’m just a bitter old man, and you would have left me.”

You blink at that. How can he be so smart, and yet so blind?

“I knew you were a bitter old man all along! But you know what? I liked you anyway. I thought you were interesting, and funny, and so fucking handsome, and I wanted to fuck you. But now…” You clench your fists, shaking with all the vitriol you know you can’t unleash on this unpredictable man.

This unpredictable killer.

He takes your fury, seemingly nonplussed. You’re not sure any of it registers at all, and it takes some of the wind out of your sails. “This isn’t love, John,” you say quietly, your throat tightening with every syllable. “Love is…having the courage to bare your heart to the sword, and take what comes. You can’t control it like this.”

He tilts his head at this, a wave of that lovely dark hair covering his face. You get the feeling like he’s hiding from you, when he does that.

Finally he asks, “Have you ever been stabbed, y/n?”

Your heart skips a beat, as you wonder if he’s threatening you. “No.”

“Well let me tell you. It fucking hurts.”

Then he reaches down the bed to pluck up the panties, sticking them in his pocket. “I guess I’ll just keep these. You’re not going to need them anyway.”

You glare daggers at him.

He offers you the slightest, smuggest, smile.

“You sonofabitch.”

“Watch that mouth, kitten. Unless you want me to fill it up with something else.”

You bare your teeth with the thought. “I fucking dare you,” you spit, snatching up the nightie to take it to the bathroom to change.

“Nuh uh,” he interjects. “Change here.”

You freeze in your tracks, understanding exactly what he’s demanding of you.

This is how it’s going to be, you tell yourself. He’s going to be sweet, and then he’s going to be insufferable, and if you’re not careful, he’ll get downright mean. Don’t be fooled by the sweet moods, because all the rest is just beneath the surface waiting.

It was so hard to remind yourself of that, when he was being good to you.

You don’t turn around. You moonlighted as a drawing model after college. You can handle this, right? He’s already seen parts of you anyway…

It’s soooooooooo much different than being in that classroom, when you undo your towel and let it fall to the floor. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare form. In the end, knowing it’s just your backside, that he’s already gotten way more than an eyeful of…doesn’t really help. With shaking hands you quickly you pull the nightie over your head.

You hope he feels guilty about the size of that fucking bruise, but you have a feeling he probably likes seeing his marks on you.

“Come here.” He practically purrs, and your flesh aches for the sound. Fuck.

You turn to face him, but do not move. Once again, that glorious boner is making an appearance. It’s almost flattering, how often this man has a hard-on when he’s around you. If this had been a normal relationship, you would have made it your mission to oblige him at every opportunity, just to see what the old man could take.

As it is…all you want to do is fight him, and you know you are destined to lose.

He pats his thigh, as though he expects you to sit on his lap. Without underwear. Or a bra. Or a sense of self-preservation.

You shake your head no with the glitter of moisture in the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless in your life, and you hate it.

 He frowns at your defiance. My god, no one can do a forbidding frown, like Mr. John Wick. It lodges your heart in your throat, even while you find him magnificent.

“Are you going to make me make you?”

And there it is.

You sigh, and you feel like a piece of your soul exits your body. Good. Good, be empty. He can’t hurt an empty husk.

“I guess so.”

You close your eyes, and you wait. You wait for his rough hands, for the violence that is surely coming to you. You shake like a leaf, unable to stop. You don't know why you'd allowed yourself to hold out some hope, that maybe he really wasn't going to hurt you.

Yet, it does not come.

You open your eyes to find him still frowning at you. He hasn’t moved a muscle.

The longest three seconds of your life tick by. You count them in your thundering heartbeats, and then he scoots over on the bed. “Fine. Come lay by me then.”

You are shocked to your toes. You forget how to move. 

“Now.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the bed beside him, and you scurry over before he loses his patience with this kinder offer. Cautiously you crawl up beside him, and when he holds up his arm you understand the cue, snuggling into his side with your head on his shoulder. 

Alright, this, you can do. 

This feels almost…normal. The way your head fits into the divot of his shoulder is just…divine, if you’re being honest, and your body shudders as you suppress a sob, hiding your face against his chest. It’s not fair, that you still want him so much, and you mourn for the promise of sweetness that was snatched from your table before you ever really got a chance to taste it.

“Shh,” he soothes, touching your hair, his big hand dwarfing the crown of your head. “I’ll try to remember to be patient with you.”

You nod against him, wanting to believe him, knowing that makes you a sad little fool.

“But my patience has its limits. Remember that, kitten.”

Oh. You weren’t going to forget.

He continues to hold you, and eventually your heart slows, the tension in your body finally relaxing.

It’s incredible, really, how you just can’t leave well enough alone.

Now that you’ve both calmed, you feel bold enough to ask, “John?”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips on the top of your head make your eyelids flutter, it’s so sweet.

“Do you…at least know that it was wrong, to break into my apartment?” You feel like the answer to this one question will help you gauge everything about his state of mind.

He is silent for a long time. Long enough to let your imagination run rampant with the things he might do to punish you for this impertinence, after he was so generous as to just let you lay down with him and snuggle.

Yet there’s no anger in his voice when he answers, “Yeah. But I’ve been breaking the law my whole life, sweetheart, and no one’s stopped me yet.”

It’s the truth, and a nice neat little warning, all wrapped up in one.

You should be scared again, but you just sigh against his chest. Maybe you’ve used up whatever hormone is responsible for adequate fear responses for the day. Or maybe…his games are working on you already, claiming your sanity inch by inch.

You lay there in his arms, and eventually you start to doze. He strokes your hair, a sweet and lulling touch that makes you curl your toes. When those featherlight fingertips find their way to the back of your neck, and the tops of your shoulders, you cannot help but squirm. In your half-asleep state, this is your kryptonite, and your leg tangles with his, your pelvis pressing against his hip. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to crane your head towards him.

Only when you feel him shift to lean towards you for a kiss, do you realize what you are doing.

You turn your head at the last second, and his grip on you tightens from comforting to bruising in a nanosecond. “Wait—”

He has you on your back before you can blink.

 “Are we still pretending you don’t want me, kitten?”

“I…”

Suddenly his hand is between your legs, manhandling you like he owns you, raking up your thigh to swipe at your folds. He finds you soaking wet with slick, of course, and he makes a point to press your clit with his thick fingers as he withdraws. It sends an agonizing jolt of desire spreading through the cradle of your hips, the ache in your stupid little cunt nigh unbearable. You hardly recognize the keening sound that escapes your mouth.

Was that you?

It worsens ten-fold as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. “Tastes like lies to me.”

Goddammit.

“John…”

You can hardly believe it, when he slides off of the bed, leaving you cold and alone, confused and filled with desire. The pulsing ache between your legs drowns out any rational thoughts you might have had a moment ago.

“Little liars don’t get to cum. I’ll let you think about that tonight.”

You feel like you did that night in Italy, watching him walk out the door when all you really want is to feel his thick, insatiable cock teeming inside you.

Which is fucking insane, of course.

And you were thinking he might be the crazy one?

 “Same rules, sweetheart. Don’t you dare touch yourself tonight. I’ll fucking know.”

With one last baleful look over of his shoulder he touches his hand to the lock, and sweeps out of the room. He leaves you stunned on the bed, disheveled and unsure, once again, of what the fuck just happened?

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Don’t know if you’re still taking prompts but if you are you should totally write about ford eating out fem!stan for the first time plz🙏

hey anon! sorry i took a really long ass while to respond to this since i couldnt think of any specific scenarios to write this prompt of that wasn't just, you know, the prompt— but it finally hit me like a truck today! and also cuz i was sick and doing this in between homework djdndhdsn

anyway, VERY explicit under this read more, since i got SO carried away, hope you dont mind its the geezers pre-weirdmageddon in this one AND that you dont mind a little sex pollen also ty ty ty so much for your fem!stan request i love it when people enable me dhdndhdbdu also sorry to everyone who exoected a "read more" but tumblr hides my stuff when i do that so heres the warning, please scroll if thats not your thing

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"Constance, get down!"

"Wha—"

It was too late. Cloud of pink glitter exploded in her face and sent her into a coughing fit so hard her lungs shook in her ribcage. She drops to the floor and hears Ford's "Constance!"

Then she hears him fire his space gun. Just out of her periphery was chunks of blue goo that would be a fucking bitch to clean out of the walls and carpet, but la di da, there it was. There isn't a second to groan about that or the way her breathing turned heavy when Ford runs to her side, grabbing at her arm and forcing her to her back.

"Constance, are you okay?"

"Stanford..." Stan wheezes, turning her head into a hafl glare. "What... the HELL was that...?"

Ford's eyes narrow, inspecting her face, before his thumb brushes against her cheek. Stan shivers, a full body quake and confusion over taking her while Ford inspects his thumb. From down here, Stan can only stare because what else can she do when she's down, dizzy with virtigo from whatever magical poison that got sprayed across her face.

From down here, Stan feels the heat from Ford's grip, the pads of his fingers and the large mass of his palm against the bare skin of her arm, tickling the nerves underneath into sending sparks that go through her body and meet at the coil of her stomach. Even Ford's knee, under all that cloth and was much father from her face than Stan seems to think it is, illicited some deep, twisted something in Stan again she hasn't felt in a while.

"Ford?"

Ford's eyes snap back to her, blown and widened with alarm. Suddenly, he grabs her arm again, slips it over his shoulders, the other encircling her back. Stan thinks, alright, he's going to help me up, before a squawk rips from her throat when his arm loops under the back of her knees and lifts her to the air.

"What are you—?!"

"No time to explain, let's go," Ford says with all the urgency of a man on a mission. Carrying her out of their fairy-thing-guts covered living room with way too much ease, he sprints into the giftshop, ignoring Stan's confusion and dragging her into the basement.

It doesn't take a too long to find herself sitting on Ford's desk, trying to pump the breaks on the now doubled speed of her heart and the vibrations that run through out her body, working its ways to adjust to the surrounding. When Ford plopped her down and breathed the same air she did for less than a second, she felt it— ignition to an burnt out furnace suddenly bursting to new life. there was so much heat simmering through her veins, her nerves, every god damn thing was way too much to handle.

She's hot. Ford's desk and the glass plane behind her was cold, cold to a chill, and her thighs clench and rub together, onto the desk, aching for that rub of friction because she needed something hot, hot now, just as hot as her. Her mouth was dry, all the spit went on her tongue to her lips. Things— way too many things jumble in Stan's head, ranging from what the fuck is happening to holy shit, when did Sixer get that strong.

What stood out the most through was her brother saying he messed around with fucking nymphs, and all morning he's been hunted down by them. The one dead by their living room? A fucking nymph-assassin.

"Sixer, what the hell?" She pants, and oh God, she's panting? When the hell did that happen? Stan sucks in a breath again when Ford turns from rummaging through his stuff again to finally throw her a glance. Red hot heat crawls up her neck and she bites down on her lip when his eyes zero in on her squirming, her thighs. Stan might've thought she saw his jaw flex but, fuck if she wasn't also just going delirious.

"Why the hell were you messing around with those things in the first place?"

"I needed something from them, Constance," Ford answers measuredly, and Stan hears another racket from him looking for some goddamn thing through out his mess. "I've made an ammicable deal with them in the past, and now they're pushing for more. That's out of my control."

"I bet you backed out of that deal," Stan accuses, because it was pretty clear to them that Ford wasn't a god damn master of trickery or whatever. "What, you tried to swindle them for more of this fuck-powder? You know they sell viagra at the store?"

"That wasn't what I dealed with them for," Ford mutters lowly and, damn, if it were any other time, Stan would make fun of him. Stan would tease him, laugh at the embarrassed pout on his face, the bright red flush over his cheeks and ears. But she can't, not when Ford's back was what she's staring at, the broad, plane of his back and wide slopes of his shoulders, hidden under that stupid trenchcoat and sweater combo.

Where they could be ripped off and Stan could see all the things she never would have imagined her cute, nerdy but unappreciatedly handsome brother growing into if not for the one perk of getting shoved into a portal to whole universes of things trying to kill him. When she couldn't imagine him getting any hotter than he already—

They're back, those stupid god damn fantasies. They came at night, they came in the morning. They came whenever she and Ford would pass each other in the hall in their mutual agreement of no-talking, and his shadow almost engulfs her completely nowadays, and all she thinks is how stupid this whole avoiding each other thing is and they could be siblings as thick as thieves again.

Or even better— Ford could shove her into the wall and kiss her until she can't breathe. He could let her push that coat of his shoulders and sweater off his back so Stan's hands could crawl up them again. He could bite her neck, unbutton her blouse and pants, put one of those big palms to use and grope and squeeze around her tits, put those extra fingers to use and slip them into her pants, underwear, her, while Stan barely holds herself together biting at the firm skin on his shoulder.

Put that smartass mouth to use and say "Thank you, Stan" or "You're so good for me, Stan."

Get on his knees and put that mouth to even better use if he'd just shove down her pants, place his hands on her hips, nose against her bush and his mouth on her—

It takes a second too long to realize, but it happened. one hand slid between her legs, pushed the fabric of her boxers away to brush at her wet and even more senstive pussy. A second too long to stop that haggard mewl that came out of her lips.

A second too long to see that Ford finally turned back with a jar in way too tightly gripping hand, staring slack jawed at Stan behind his glasses.

Fucking great.

"Constance," Ford breathes shakily, and no, this can't happen. Their relationship can't get any worse, and sure Stan is gross for thinking about her brother that way, but she can't help that they're coming at the worst time, when she can't hide in her room far, far away from the basement and ride on her fingers to quiet cries of Ford's name.

"G-God, don't be so dramatic about it!" She says, sweat prickling at her neck. "You-you've seen me change and get naked before! This isn't that different!" Because there wasn't totally a difference between getting used to changing infront of your brother when you could barely live in one small space together when you were kids to touching yourself to them, right infront of them.

Right?

Man, she's such a sucker.

Shame is mixing with her already sizzling skin, and she needs to go. Take that jar-of-something to her room and figure it out on her own because obviously, Ford already wanted nothing to do with her and would want it even less now. Goddamn it, this would be so much easier if Ford didn't have eyes that were identical to hers, but wore it with that cutting stare that tore through her. Since they were teens and she was in denial about getting off to her twin brother who stared a little too hard— or even since forever.

Or at least if she wasn't still so hot and bothered thinking about him where she thinks she might've already came to his god damn desk.

Stan starts pushing herself off of it, face sweaty and pink. "F-Fine, I'll go. Just gimme that antedote and I'll—"

Ford closes the gap quicker than a lightning bolt, the jar already rolling on the floor and Stanford's mouth already crushed against hers, all hungry and desperate like he couldn't physically hold himself down anymore and their glasses knocking askew. He's nudging himself between her knees, his hands onto the fat on her hips, and shit, did he just moan? From just kissing her? Oh damn.

"Nevermind that. I think I have a better antedote," Ford says against her lips. "I'd like to test it out."

"Just fuck me already, Sixer, oh my God."

Stanford lights up, smiles like he won the damn lottery or fifty research grants or whatever. He dives right back in, kissing Stan, and sinking twelve nails into her hips as he drags them together. Stan groans, feeling the already hard tent go even harder against her, and her skin is on fire again, but this time melting the frigid parts of nerves into a liquid heat that's flowing directly down into her stomach, warming her up inside. Ford's hands move quick, from pushing the straps of her tank top down until she feels breeze touch her nipples to taking no sensitive measures to tugging and eventually ripping her boxers off her. Ford pulls away, and drags is mouth onto her neck then chest and Stan finally gets to put her hands on his shoulders, how big and strong he's gotten. One goes through his half greyed hair, and even when he was a teen she loved the dark, curly mop she'd pull into a noogie, but now it just makes him look better.

It makes her so mad, specially with what a grade A dick he's been. But she can't be that mad when Ford reaches her boob and takes a nipple into his mouth, nipping then sucking hard. "Shit—" Stan hisses, and there's nothing more to say than that.

"Fuck, Stan," Ford mutters against her skin, his breath tickling with the wetness on her nipple. "You drive me crazy."

"You're the one who fucked– ah– with Nymphs," She points out, and yeah maybe she could be a little jealous about that, but it dissapates when his fingers make their way into the warm, wetness of her pussy, just as special as Stan imagined it'd be. "Were– hh– they g-good lays, at least?"

"Not what I dealed with them for," Ford repeats, like that answers anything, and sinks loudly onto his chair, right between Stan's knees. His eyes drag down slowly on Stan, from her definitely fucked up hair, to half down tank top and tits hanging out, to right between her legs, and if Stan wasn't full on blushing then, well she sure was now. For a second it looks like he considers taking off his glasses, before deciding against it. Nerd.

Hooking the back of her knees over his shoulders, he smirks up at her again with that tear-her-apart stare again. "I doubt they'd ever taste this good."

Before Stan could respond to that, Ford's face goes between her thighs and his mouth is on her. If Stan thought she almost came earlier, then she's holding on for dear life when Ford's tongue laps at the outside before sinking deeper into her, sending shockwaves through out Stan. Moaning against her like he's the one getting head, like he's getting off from the taste of her on him alone. The flat of his tongue pushes against tight muscle, the heat almost pulsing, and making the wetness there grow more and more

Fuck, just Holy shit, how did he get this—

"Oh!" Stan gasps, one hand finding her own breast and the other on his desk, barely feeling the cold anymore with the clashing heat taking up her whole body, and all she can really feel is Ford's nose bumping against her bush when he only lets up for his teeth to graze against the nub of her clit while his fingers take over below. Stretching her out with his big, thick fingers, just so he could watch her like some pervy, old—

Then he sucks gently on it, and Stan is seeing white.

"Shit– Ford, I'm–"

"Just let it out, Stan," He says, still mostly against her. "You've been so good this whole time.

Thick thighs closing around Ford's head, that's what does her in. Of course it is. Her mind completely blanks out, turning to the white static on TV for a few moments until she realizes she's riding the rest of her orgasm on Ford's mouth at the end of it, while he laps it up like he'd die if he doesn't, like he's the cursed one.

Stan could barely register the murmurred whispers of her name and the movements of his arm from under the desk she's on until he's letting out a shuddering breath, forehead against her belly. Stan couldn't help the grin lighting up her face then.

Great, at least she's not the only one.

Just like that, the heat... doesn't really leave. Just wrapped around her cozily like the trenchcoat Ford threw over her when he finally stands up, only to drag Stan back on his lap. She's not getting used to that thirty years long honed strength anytime soon.

"Suppose I have a new more effective measures now," Ford says, lips finding Stan's, and she could taste herself on there, passed like a secret.

She's not getting used with this affection either, but Stan wants to see Ford try.

They stay a couple of moments there basking in this glow, until Stan peers up again, scratching the back of her neck when realization hits her.

"Hey, Sixer... you're the one cleaning that carpet upstairs, right?"

[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XX)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader.

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Jungkook hides his face into your neck and clutches your body tightly, not giving you any time to think about what’s happening, all you can hear and feel is his panicked breath and his tight hold on your body.

You’re freaking out as your brain slowly starts to process what’s happening, his body feels too hot so close to yours, he’s burning.

“W-What’s wrong, what a-are you doing here?” You try to move away from him but the large man doesn’t let you, you tilt your head back to look at him, and you can’t help but gasp.

He’s crying.

A monster like him is crying.

“Y-YN!” He cries out your name, looking at you with his red tear filled eyes, you cannot understand how can someone so cruel like him look so vulnerable like this, the expression on his face almost pulls at your heartstrings.

“I-I need you!” Jungkook can barely manage to speak coherent words, his voice is thick with emotion, you don’t want to look at him. He disgusts you.

But his eyes are begging you, you find it hard to keep your composure from becoming weak, you try to get his hands away from you, but he only pulls you closer to him.

“Let me go.” You demand, “I can’t help you.” You turn your gaze away from him, fate is too cruel, how can you even feel bad for the man who’s responsible for your ruin, for your family’s death?

You should be happy to see him like this, because the only thing he deserves is pain.

But yet, a small part of you is urging you to listen to him,

“NO! You need t-to comfort me YN!” You turn again to glare at him as the small glimmer of sympathy dies down within you, his tone is demanding and he’s looking at you like you’re some heartless monster.

The audacity of him.

How can he even demand your care, your comfort when he doesn’t deserve it, you want to strangle him, you wish you could but you’re not too brave.

You can’t kill him, even if you want to. Because you’re not like him, you’re not a killer. “No, get away from me, your majesty.” You whisper, trying your best to conceal your anger.

His gaze turns angry soon at that, oh oh looks like you’ve pissed him off. Good for you.

He deserves it.

“What d-did you say? HUH?” Jungkook glares daggers into your face, he gets up and pins you to your bed, putting your hands above your head, you immediately start struggling against him, he doesn’t deserve anything! Jungkook pushes his knee between your struggling legs and growls.

“Get away from you huh? NEVER!” He knows you’re not strong enough to stand up for yourself against him, “fucking heartless bitch!”

You hate him so much.

He’s crazy, selfish and incredibly self entitled. How could he expect you to ever love him or accept him as your future husband.

“LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO!” You spit at him, “I fucking hate you so much, you ruined my life!” You hate how he treats you, you’re not an object that he can play with however he wants to.

He needs a reality check.

“You hate me because of HIM! Don’t you? That fucking bastard better be burning in hell!” You bite the inside of your cheek, “I HATE YOU BECAUSE OF YOU!”

Jungkook starts to laugh, your heartbeat is rapid, your throat feels so scarify and dry, and this maniac on top of you is busy laughing.

“O-Oh wow…” he breathes, you can see his teeth clearly, his mouth is so wide with the way he’s laughing, you start to feel concerned.

Jungkooks laughter is uncontrollable, and he’s trapped you. You wish that he would let you go, forget about you, but when you look at him? You know well he’s never going to leave you.

Only if you die, but he wouldn’t leave you even in death.

There is no escaping him.

“I wonder how much you’ll hate your precious father if I told you the truth about him, eh baby?” He taunts you, the tears in his eyes are still there, glossing over his eyes but he’s smirking at you.

His words surprise you, is this one of his mind games? What does he mean by that? “W-What do you mean?!” You feel hot tears gather, he’s so cruel, “answer m-me!” Your voice breaks pathetically.

You know he’s enjoying this, Jungkook frees on his hands to touch your cheek, caressing the skin tenderly, he swipes his thumb across the liquid that falls from your eyes, not responding to you.

Asshole!

“Not now baby. Maybe another day, or..” he looks at you intensely, inhaling a deep breath, he’s got you holding your breath, you feel so sick.

“I’ll tell you about it on our wedding night. yes. So I hope you’re looking forward to us getting married, because I am.” He presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Now I’ve got to leave.”

A tear escapes your eye as he climbs off you, relief doesn’t come. All you feel is pain as you hear the king’s footsteps become distant.

Attending the royal court was the most boring part of Jungkooks life, all he wanted to do was spend time with you, talk to you, and lay in your embrace.

But he knew today was really important, so he decided to attend, it was exciting. Even if he was exhausted.

Jungkook walked in with authority as the court’s doors opened, he cringed as the voice of the head guard graced his ears,

He was being too loud and Jungkook was sleep deprived.

But everyone needed to know that their King was here.

“Stand attentive, 주상 전하 [Jusang jeonha] of Jeon Dynasty is entering the 왕실 [wangsil]”

Jungkook walked into the huge hallway, looking around to notice all the governors and political figures standing up, bowing their heads to him.

He smirked.

“I am here to announce a very important matter, but before I go ahead. I do not want anyone’s opinions or opposition.” He sits down on his throne, and makes sure to assert his authority.

The voices of the people agreeing echo and he nods, “I intend on marrying.”

The gasps of surprise don’t bother Jungkook in the slightest, “Yes. And my bride is going to be chief consort L/N Y/N.”

Governor Lim stands up abruptly and Jungkook is quick to notice that, he clenched his fist as he watches the old man’s expressions.

He is in the mood to kill someone today. Maybe it’ll be governor Lim.

“Yes, Governor Lim?”

“Pyeha!” (폐하) the old man bows his head down, “L/N isn’t of Nobel blood, I would like to apologise for my words but you as a king can’t possibly marry a- “YES I CAN GOVERNOR, are you just mad that it’s not Lim Moon I wish to marry?”

Jungkook traces his finger on the thrones patterns, “sit down, old man. Or… I’ll make sure you and your whore of a daughter lose your head if you object to my marriage.”

He gives the cowering man a cruel smile, “like I said, no objections.”

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Random WBC Crew NSFW Headcanons (+ Killer T)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

U-1146

service top/top energy- tell him what you want and hes all hands on deck

knows that he has a big d but he doesn't really brag about it (cough cough 2048)

doesn't really jack off too much, low sex drive unfortunately

but when y'all do have sex he does not disappoint.

number one rule of 1146: never underestimate a neutrophil's oral skills cause LORD- (and I speak for all the neutrophils here 🙌)

will have you crying from his tongue swirling around your entrance transitioning to flicking your clit: he has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve

tell him how good he makes you feel plz and thank you he will return the favor..

as for p in v...

he's a tease at the start, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet slit before he enters STAWP-

he's barely vocal but you can hear some grunts and his hot labored breathing

U-4989

it's always a ride when it comes to 4989

service top/leaning bottom

first time with him was interesting cause he let you take the lead

yes, he was vocal lemme tell ya lol, his voice becomes a little shaky whilst praising and moaning your name as you ride him, you can say he's enjoying it too much but you cant help but to find it hot

"o-oh god, yeah,-ngh! fu-uck you're so good~ don't-don't stop~"

PLEASE thread your fingers through his fluffy hair while he eats you out

overstim king, cums the most out of the crew, the messier the better, he will have you sore but begging for another high surprisingly

aftercare=cuddles and kisses

U-2626

switch like a switchblade

he loves to see your reactions during the act, from your puffy red cheeks while sucking his dick to your fucked out face when his dick hits a new angle inside of you, noises of pleasure loudly slurring out of you

sure you may not see his reaction alot but he will show that fangy smile or reply with some lewd comment

average dick energy (a little girthy) but he sure knows how to use it

sex being the only chance too sweep his bangs over to finally see what his eyes are like..but you would have to work real hard for that right in 2626's terms

a sucker for leaving bites on your neck/neck kisses

U-2048

Mans is down for anything from quickies to threesomes he's such a slut

eyefucking king ™️ (don't ask why look at his eyes)

sends you to poundtown lmaooo

very much into receiving head but he ain't gonna complain about giving you head as well (just ask in the most smuttiest way possible :) )

ofc the most cockiest of all neutrophils has to have the filthiest mouth for dirty talk in the bedroom

"such a good fucking whore for me, aren't ya baby? I hardly even touched you and you're literally soaked~" he whisper in your ear with that stupidly smooth voice he has, pressing himself against you..in public. "Babe we are in the artery right now..save it for when we get somewhere private."

slight knifeplay kink

fond of any position that involves eye contact ughhhhhhhhhhhh

Killer T Cell

the most aggressive top you've ever seen

In the sheets he is a bully, pulling your hair, smacking your ass, dominating you the second you two hit the mattress

is actually very gentle the first time then after the a few more time he starts showing his rough side

he let you top ONCE and he made you swear to never tell anyone, (he was a total brat during the whole thing but ended up secretly liking it in the end)

goes a little overboard with love marks sometimes drawing a little blood which once he saw it he was bowing his head a million times apologizing

no escape from the many holds/positions with those big muscles 😫

call him daddy? it's all over for you

"So..you think you can call me daddy and get away with it? Well I got some news for you doll, you're 'bout to witness what punishment is coming to you~" 😈

[cyripticchronicler]

Ink and Destiny - Part 4

Maybe keeping a secret relationship with James is not as perfect as you think. Or, a whole lot of nothing, I need ideas plz.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I hope everyone had a great Christmas! If you don't celebrate it then I hope you had a good day! Sorry this part is really bad, I need ideas, PLEASE give me ideas in the suggestion box please ily.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Did you hear that James Potter is dating someone?”

“Do you think it’s Lily? He’s been crushing on her for years” “Of course it’s Lily. They’re going to have the cutest babies.”

You focus on the schoolwork before you, trying to block out the people next to you. You know James and you agreed to keep this dating thing private but you can’t help but feel sad, and jealous when people think he’s dating Lily. 

You know James likes you, he’s made it clear. And you know that Lily doesn’t like James if the way she always rolled her eyes when he was around was any indication. 

You’ve told Lily and Alice everything between you and James, as James has Sirius and Remus. Alice already knew since James asked her what your favourite book was, and Lily was shocked, disgusted and happy for you all in the span of five minutes. 

The teacher dismisses the class and you rush out, bumping into Lily on your way to the girl's dormitory.

“You’ll come with me to the Quidditch game, right?” You ask nervously. You’re still nervous around James and Lily coming with you would help you calm down a lot. 

She nods, hooking her arm with yours, “Yeah. Do you want to start getting ready? I’ll paint your nails.”

“Can you paint them red? I don’t know what I’m wearing yet, please help me.” you plead, sighing in relief when you reach the Gryffindor common room. 

Scanning the room, your eyes land on James sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace, talking to James and Sirius.

Lily teasingly nudges me and you glare. “Stop it-” You stop at the sound of your name being called out and turn to face the speaker.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Sirius Black asks you from his seat, eyes swirling with mischief.

“Excuse me?” You squeak. From the corner of my eye, you see James smash his face against the couch pillow. 

“The Quidditch game. Do you want to sit with Remus and me?” James lifts his head from the pillow, cheeks flushed as he mouths a silent ‘sorry.’

You nod, “Okay. As long as Lily can sit with us.”

It’s Remus who speaks, “Of course. We’ll meet here in an hour.” 

You nod your head awkwardly, flashing them smiles then drag Lily up the stairs.

“I’m not ready to hang out with Remus and Sirius, what if they don’t like me? James values their opinion and if they don’t like me then who knows what will happen-” Lily cuts you off with her hands on your shoulders. “Calm down, it’ll be okay. You’ve worked with Remus before in Potions, remember? He liked you, and Sirius will like you too. Now cmon, let’s get ready.”

She leads you to a table in the corner, pulling out a deep red nail polish. You take turns painting each other's nails, Lily choosing to go for a dark green. 

“What do I wear?” You ask, throwing everything out of your trunk in search of something cute. She joins you on the floor, rummaging through your trunk before holding a black skirt up.

“This is cute!”

“It’s almost winter.” “So? You’ll wear tights.” 

It's pleated and lands mid-thigh. Hesitantly, you agree and you continue the hunt for a top. You chose to pair it with a maroon turtle neck sweater so you don’t freeze to death.

“Are you wearing cute underwear?” Lily asks as you get dressed.

“What? We’re not having sex!”

“Are you sure?” You send her a look. “Okay, but wearing cute underwear makes you more confident.” “Go away.” You can’t resist your smile as Lily laughs. You quickly do your makeup and hair, putting on simple black boots.

“Is this too much for a Quidditch game?” You ask self-consciously. Lily scoffs from behind you, “No. You look hot.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

—

Remus and Sirius are sitting in the same place as before, cheeky grins on their faces as they spot you. 

“You ladies look amazing,” Sirius purrs, “You ready? I know James is excited to see you.” He winks, causing your cheeks to flush. 

Ignoring Sirius and Lily’s laughter, you make your way to the field, Remus falling into step next to you. 

“Don’t stress about getting him to like you. He already does. We all do.” At your confused face, he continues, “James has been so much happier since he found out you were his soulmate. And we like whoever makes him happy. So as long as you don't break his heart, we like you.”

“I’d never break his heart.”

“Good.”

—

“Potter! Potter! Potter!” The common room is deafeningly loud with almost everyone from Gryfindoor celebrating.

Gryffindor won, obviously, and the celebrations have been going on for an hour already. Besides a quick congratulations on winning the game, you haven't seen James since. 

You and Lily were sitting alone in the corner before she got dragged away with a boy from her Defence Against the Dark Arts class, so now you’re sitting alone, nursing a glass of water as you try not to look too miserable. Parties have never been your thing, and even though you can’t exactly speak to James, you’d celebrate with him in spirit. 

Perking up, you spot Sirius coming towards you with flushed cheeks, forehead lined with sweat. “Darling! James asked you to meet him in the boy's dormitory. It’s nice and empty for ya.” He slurs, stumbling over his feet. 

Your cheeks flush red and you hurriedly thank Sirius before pushing your way through the crowd, breathing a sigh of relief when you make it into the dormitory.

It’s empty and you stand awkwardly in the middle, turning in a circle as you take in all the bits and bobs around the place. 

There’s only one bed made, most likely Remus’s, and clothes are strewn across the floor. 

“I’m sorry, I told the boys to clean up in here.” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of James’s voice. Turning around, you take in his sweaty hair and flushed cheeks. 

“It’s okay.” You mutter quietly, watching as he comes closer. 

He goes to hug you but stops. “Sorry, let me have a shower.” He points to a messy bed, “Take a seat, I’ll be quick.” 

The door shuts behind him and you do as he instructed, tidying his bed up a bit, first. Ten minutes later he comes barreling in, cheeks flushed from the hot shower. 

He sits down next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I feel like I haven't hugged you in ages. How are you, Love?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m amazing.”

He kisses you, it’s soft and gentle but you can’t get those nagging thoughts out of your head. 

James notices, of course, he does. “You seem tense, you sure you’re okay?”

You tense even more and he pulls away slightly, brows furrowed in concern. 

“Are you okay?” He asks again.

“I- We’re not going to have sex, right?” You blurt, wincing immediately. 

He pulls away completely. “No. I just missed you, haven't seen you much tonight so I thought we could have some quiet time together, I know you don’t like parties. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention. I just missed you.”

Your cheeks flush and you shove them into your hands. “No, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

He gently prys your hands apart, “Hey, no. I would’ve thought the same thing, too. But we’re not having sex until I become your boyfriend and we talk about what we’re comfortable with, okay?” “You want to be my boyfriend?” You ask shyly, a small smile forming on your lips. 

“Of course, You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to be?”

You hesitate, “I have a lot of insecurities, James, and I don’t want to burden you with them.”

He scoffs, “You could never burden me.” He lays down beside you, reaching out so you’re forced to rest your chin on his chest, legs tangled with yours. 

You scoff, earning a stern glare from James.

You change topics, “So when are you going to be my boyfriend?” You question teasingly. 

He sighs playfully, “Well, I was going to ask you on our next date.”

Your eyebrows raise, “Our next date?” He nods. “I’ll bring your favourite food if you promise to ask me to be your girlfriend, okay? "He smiles, “It’s a deal.” Returning his smile, you lean in for a kiss, relishing in his warmth. Neither of you notices the time go by, too captivated by each other.

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I've certainly got nightbringer brainrot as well. Here's my piece.

Satan is very clearly less in control of his anger and emotions in general, and even most of his brothers fear him at this point. Maybe he goes on a rampage, but this time the reader gets caught up in it somehow. Mc is hurt in the process after trying to help, and Satan comes to the harrowing realization that he was the cause.

Hm hm maybe some reverse comfort from reader? Satan that acts like a kicked puppy or perhaps he doubles down and makes things worse for himself.

Anyways I love nightbringer Satan! He doesn't seem the least bit threatening to me, it's very cute how angry he gets lol.

anon,,, ur patience is astronomical. plz do not hate me

I Will Never Let You Fall

Character: Satan (Obey Me)

Warnings: blood/injury mentions, brief description of a meltdown/anxiety attack. not proofread

Notes: i feel like the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but I also wanted him to be soft. satan deserves to be held actually

Notes pt 2: also the song i got the title from is called "your guardian angel" (it's linked). ironic

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He didn’t realize what he’d done until it was already over. 

No, it wasn’t terrible at first glance, but he was worried. Incredibly worried. Worried to the point that he even called for Asmodeus’s help, despite not getting along with any of his brothers. 

There he sat, in your room, watching over you as you slept. There were long, white bandages wrapped delicately along your arm and a small potion on your bedside table that would help you heal faster. 

He’d lashed out—he was overstimulated and frustrated, experiencing feelings he didn’t like and they overwhelmed him. You’d only come in to ask to borrow a book, but between the new sound of your voice and the footsteps he could hear from the hallway, then the music he could hear because his door was open, no doubt from Mammon’s room, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the noise. It was all bad noise. 

And you ended up hurt. 

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and he sat up a bit straighter. He wanted to make sure you were okay. As gently as possible, he held your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Are you awake?” he asked, prepared to dart out of the room to get anything you requested of him. 

The next thing he knew, you were smiling at him. Smiling. He didn’t deserve for you to look at him like that—he’d hurt you, and you were smiling at him like he’d just handed you roses. 

“Don’t-don’t do that,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from you and hanging his head. He stared at his lap, trying not to sound angry at you. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry with himself. But that’s what got you here in the first place—his anger. Wrath. The stupid powers he’d gotten stuck with because of his brothers decisions-

“You look upset,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. “I’m not mad at you, Satan. Don’t beat yourself up. I know you can’t always…control your magic as well as you’d like to.”

“Not–not beat myself up? Are you–” he was about to start yelling, he could feel the tension and heat rising in his body. Instead, though, he tried to take a deep breath and relax. “I’m sorry. I’m trying–”

“I know you are. That’s why I’m not upset. I don’t think you get enough credit for how hard you try, actually.” You slowly shifted, sitting up a little farther and sliding closer to the wall. With that, you patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit with you, so he did. 

He tensed immediately when you laid your head against his shoulder, but slowly relaxed into the soft touch. He didn’t deserve all this, but you were willing to show how much you cared about him. 

Usually, when he felt hot, it was anger. But he couldn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks when you took his hand as well. Such a small action had a whirlwind of feelings going through his mind. However, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, he sat there in silence, allowing you to slowly fall in and out of sleep on his arm. It was the first moment of peace he’d felt since arriving in the Devildom. 

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Am back! :D

Omg guys! Almost forgot I had this ((joking)) but nah seriously! It had been years since I've posted anything here! 💀

Anyways imma go back to my roots!! Y'all remember the days of Legend of Korra where I've only simped for Lin Beifong? 👀 But I've found a new lady, well not really but I've got a new love!!

So y'all remember (if not don't worry about it) the whole genderbent au thing I've created and it was female Tenzin and male Lin and stuff like that? Well I've got some stuff for y'all!

So first and foremost, this is Tenna. She is genderbent Tenzin (female Tenzin). She is literally so hot and I cannot stop drawing her! Currently working on the backstory and this will be nothing like tLoK, actually it will in some places but yes! A lot will be changed!

But look at her! She's gorgeous! 🥺 Also I just wanted to show y'all my improvement of art over the years! QwQ it has improved so much and I'm so proud! Anyways I'll stop rambling and let ya get to the photo!

Tenna: 55 years old

Tenna in swimsuit enjoy 🗿

Side note: Tell me this isn't the most Tenzin expression ever xD

Anyways, my thoughts are simple. Make hot women. :D I am smooth brained and frankly I've been a simp for my genderbent Tenzin for years.

I wanted to update her concept instead of the one I've created years ago (plz forget that 💀) and frankly I love this version better. She looks kind, soft, hot, and first and foremost Tenzin-ish.

What I have for her so far:

She is 51-50 just like Tenzin in tLoK

She has one confirmed boy that I've come up with and one confirmed girl.

Their names are Jin (Jinora) and Ming (Meelo). I haven't come up with anything else for the kids as of yet.

She is pansexual. No discussion on this xD

She is currently in a relationship with Peng (Pema). But ma'am is known to wander around.

Tenna is also more in tune with her nomadic life style instead of the whole business stuff.

Tenna left RC at the ripe age of 16, leaving Ling (Lin) in the process but no hate. It was a mutual break up. Ling wanted to keep RC safe and promised Tenna that everything would still be up and running whenever she wanted to settle down.

Tenna fell in love with an air acolyte (whom I haven't decided to name as of yet) and stayed there for a year before the world called for her once more. It was a short but painful romance, one that Tenna often thinks about.

Once she was back on the road she fell in love with a non bender (Not Peng yet), got pregnant and went to RC for Air Temple Island. She stayed on the island for a few years raising her newborn son Jin.

Ling helped with all he could, being there for Tenna, taking care of her and feeding her and dealing with her grumpiness. He took care of her and once the baby was born, Ling knew he would protect the child as if he were the one to help make the baby.

Tenna couldn't have thanked Ling enough and felt horrible she was "holding him back" from finding his true love. Ling wanted to confess right then and there that he loved her but knew it wasn't the right time.

During the time of the whole pregnancy and the raising of Jin, Ling and Tenna fell into a romance. Stealing kisses, sharing deep secrets, touches that crossed the very thin line of friendship.

It wasn't until Jin started talking and walking that Tenna thought it would be a great time to start exploring the world. Jin barely being the age of 3 or 4. Ling confessed to her that he loves her and that she wished she'd stay for him but told her it was a selfish request. He instead kissed her goodbye and told her to look at the Northern Lights for her on one of her trips. Tenna never felt such sadness and sorrow but she promised to keep in touch. She watched as Ling got smaller and smaller as the boat began to leave the harbor and leave behind her very best friend and lover.

Sorry friends but this is where imma stop it before I bore you! Let me know if you want more Headcanons or if you want more art of this fine wine of a milf!

Send me asks, or ask simply in the comments or Dms about any of this au. I'm happy to reply and I'm excited to say that I'll be posting here regularly soon! And you know of course that there's gonna be more Lin Beifong art so prepare yourselves!

As usual, all art belongs to me. If reposted please credit. Thank you!

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So it's time for some bullshit- for some reason, I wanna see Jing yuan (my luck on getting him was so gooooood im so happy just thinking about it 😍) have a lover who owns a bakery :D minors gtfo there will be smut later (cuz it's me lol)

It's a small, humble shop tucked away in the corner of the Central Starskiff Haven, yet every day, without fail, lines would form from opening to closing time. Customers would wait patiently to order the most popular item on the menu: a dozen salted egg custard buns, piping hot from the steamers.

You serve and serve, always keeping an eye on the clock so you can greet your most favored guests. And they arrive like clockwork: Yanqing, who eagerly bounces toward you just as you close the shop temporarily for lunch, and Jing Yuan trailing behind him with a lazy smirk on his lips.

The young lad never fails to thank you every time with a larger-than-life smile that makes his eyes crinkle around the corners, skipping away with several fresh buns in hand.

His mentor, on the other hand, doesn't disappear as quickly. He helps you set up your small break table, placing your lunch on top, and flits about the kitchen to whip up a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea before seating himself across from you. And he listens intently at your stories about your customers: the one who always seems to lack spare change, the one who is currently celebrating the birth of a child, the one who seeks some stress relief from the labors of the artisanship commission through food, the one who flirts constantly with you to both your amusement and annoyance. (Jing Yuan's eye twitches just the slightest at this particular one, so you quickly change topics).

Whenever you think to stop your stories, which must be so much duller compared to his grand tales of warfare and negotiations, he gently grabs hold of your hand and presses it his cheek, tilting his head to press kisses to your knuckles. A silent encouragement to keep talking. So you do, regaling him with tale after tale until your lunchbox is empty and it's time to reopen.

He helps you clean up the table and packs away your lunchbox for cleaning, sets aside the empty teapot, and heaves a great, resigned sigh. You laugh at the dread in his eyes of returning to the Seat of Divine Foresight, so you grab the back of his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss, licking at the bottom of his lip for good measure.

When you pull away, you're both gasping for air, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths together still. Yuan stares at you, hearts in his eyes, and pulls you in for another kiss. Then another, and another, until he's tugging at your shirt, whining for you to close the shop for the day and return home with him.

The ache between your thighs begs for you to agree, but you know better than to give into his whims too easily. Especially knowing that the reward will be all the sweeter with patience. So with one final kiss to his addicting lips, you send him off on his merry way, a promise to reunite later on lingering in the air and in both your minds as you reopen your store, already sighing at the long queue beginning to form, and Jing Yuan returns to the Seat of Divine Foresight, eagerly anticipating when he can leave once more.

(again it wouldn't be me without some horrible smut- everything up to here is gn!reader, so plz do not read further than this if fem!reader is not your thing. Again, it's fem!reader from this point on- you have been warned)

"Be patient, you said," Yuan hisses into your ear, thrusting harder into your sore cunt. He moans, deep and hoarse, right by your ear, and you squirm in his grip. But he shuts it down immediately, forcing your head deeper into the pillows. "I've been patient. Don't you think I deserve a reward?"

Each word is emphasized with a powerful thrust of his hips. You would've smacked your head on the headboard if he didn't have such a tight grip on your hair as he took you from behind.

"Yuan," you heave, but whatever you want to say is brutally fucked out of you. His hips slam the air out of your lungs, and you have to scrabble onto your wobbly arms to catch your breath. That is, if he doesn't push your head down into the pillows yet again.

"Hold... hold still," your lover whimpers above you. "Just a little... more-"

Yuan angles himself, and suddenly, his cock is hitting deeper inside you. You swear he's reaching your cervix, and you yelp. He's close. You can sense it even in your lust-fueled haze.

Yuan's thrusts increase in speed and ferocity, sore cockhead ramming repeatedly into your sensitive spot. You squeal and cum hard, legs shaking from the force.

He moans, hips jolting against yours as he spills inside you. It's hot and so filling; if you weren't so cockdrunk, you could've felt it in your belly.

He huffs, pants warm on your ear. You feel him press kisses on your skin before his hands gently wrap around your midriff, lifting you up and turning you on your back. You gaze up at him blearily: ruddy cheeks, heaving chest, hearts in his eyes. He smiles at you gently before collapsing on top of you with a hearty guffaw. You wheeze at the solid weight of him, and jokingly slap at his arm before succumbing to his whims.

You nuzzle into his neck, and you swear that he purrs at your touch. "You seemed like you enjoyed yourself~" you can't help but tease.

He hummed in agreement, turning on his side to grin at you. But it quickly disappears into a childish pout. "We could've been 'enjoying' ourselves much earlier if you just came home with me..." he grumbles.

A sly smile crosses your lips, and in an instant, you pounce on him. When he turns on his back, you jump into his lap and grind on his softened, sensitive cock, moaning at the stimulation on your sore clit. He groans, hands flying to your waist to keep you still.

"Then let's just enjoy ourselves now~" you whisper in his ear, sliding up until the tip of his length catches on to your hole.

And Jing Yuan, the mighty general of the Xianzhou Luofu, does nothing but throw his head back and moan as you send him to another high.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

For the WIP game, 6. A Mother's Curse plz? Also, I love your writing!

Oh thank you so much! 🥹 I'll warn you I'm not very far into this chapter so I hope its not too boring, but here is a snippet from A Mother's Curse!

Summary: A mistake made during the Fell Winter has turned Bilbo into a werewolf. Having always wondered if there was a way to reverse his curse, Gandalf believes he has found the answer. And it will require Bilbo to travel with a company of thirteen dwarves determined to take back their homeland from a dragon.

Bilbo slept fitfully, and when he woke up it was to try and lick at his wounds while Oin or another dwarf would do their best to discourage him. Bilbo would lie back down with a groan in his throat and his eyes shut only to begin the cycle all over again. Night had fallen outside their little cave by the time help returned to them. Bilbo blinked weakly at the two tall shapes emerging from the path the dwarves took. Bofur was on his feet in seconds, weapon in hand as the first figure held out his hand in a placating manner.

“Peace, Bofur. I’ve brought someone to help our…dear companion.”

Tension ebbed out of the dwarf’s shoulders at the appearance of Gandalf. Bilbo, on the other hand, stared nervously at the elf beside him who sucked in a sharp breath. 

“Gaur (werewolf)...Gandalf! What were you thinking…?”

“Perhaps, you and Master Oin should follow the path back to the valley and get yourself a nice hot meal with the rest of your company.” Gandalf interrupted loudly.

Bofur and Oin shuffled their feet, looking back at Bilbo. He whimpered, imploring them to stay. Not trusting the elf based on his reaction so far. He didn’t need one more person wanting to kill him for what he was. Thinking he was in pain, Oin came back over to look over his wounds and make sure he wasn’t in worse shape.

“Thorin told us to stay with Basnahkhad.” Bofur defended.

“Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves.” Gandalf sighed. “Lord Elrond and I will be here to defend him and care for him while you send the next dwarves to take your place.”

Bofur and Oin shared a look, still uncertain.

“If you ask our cooks, I’m sure there is a cask of ale lying around.” Elrond smirked.

Bofur was immediately sold, while Oin followed after his ear trumpet held against his face. 

“Did he say ‘bask in oil’?”

Gandalf shook his head fondly until he was met with the glare of Lord Elrond. 

“They don’t know the kind of creature you have following after them?”

Bilbo growled. He would accept a multitude of nouns, but ‘creature’ was taking it a bit too far.

“He hasn’t completed the cycle.” Gandalf defended.

“By all means, let’s give him the chance.” Elrond snapped. “I told you when you brought this up years ago that there is no cure for lycanthropy, and there are other elves less sympathetic than I. Can you imagine if Thranduil knew what you harbored…”

“His name is Bilbo Baggins.” Gandalf interrupted strongly. “He is a hobbit from the Shire. That is who he is, and I’m asking you, old friend, to help him.”

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[soapyghost]

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Firefighter Price x Fem! Reader

Hi hi! I know it's been a HOT minute since I have uploaded the story but my life has literally been insane. And i've been sick like constantly. Plz send help. Warnings: swearing, violence, obsessive behavior, we are developinggggg. Mutual pining??? Also brownie points to whomever can guess who will be introduced next chapter! WC: 1.5K Taglist: @330bpm-whiplash @blueoorchid @deadbranch @sofasoap @c0wb0yenthusiast @emmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa @fruitymoonbeams-blog @averyyreads @lostmypopsicle @jxvipike @moonlighting87 @amatis-gray @nfg-miimochii @bangirl134 @ofmenanduhhhwellmen @elliestark13

The receipt burned a hole in your back pocket all shift. Every time you thought about it your entire face blushed crimson. The super hot firefighter who saved you from a burning building, while you were half naked, just wrote his number. For you. You felt like a school girl all over again, butterflies in your stomach and sweaty palms. When your shift finally ended it took everything in your power not to rush to the backroom and whip out the paper.

When you finally made it back to your locker and retrieved your phone you immediately input Price's number under "John *emoji*". What were you going to say? "Hey sorry I've basically stolen your jacket for the last week?" You groan out loud and rest your head back on the lockers. Your fingers hovered over the phone, dancing around the screen trying desperately to come up with something that doesn't make you sound desperate.

The loud slam of the backroom door jolted you out of your daydream and caused you to nearly jump out of your shoes. Your eyes flicked to the hallway door as you waited to see if whoever was that pissed was coming your way. Sure as shit, the heavy footsteps were coming your way and within seconds Shepherd's bulky frame was in the doorway.

"What the fuck was that Y/N?" he boomed, you had never seen such anger from him before. "I-i I'm not sure what you're-" you stuttered, "Acting like that in MY restaurant?!" He interrupted. The tone of his voice was nothing like the Shepherd you'd been so used to. "Sir?" you squeak, not sure how to handle this situation. You really hadn't done anything that you could think of.

And then it hit you, "You mean talking to the 141?" you questioned, finally meeting his eyes, which where black. His pupils were blown with pure anger. "Are you stupid?" he roared, "You left the rest of your tables to go and flirt with that group of degenerates!"

Degenerates? The 141? What in the world had happened between Shepard and the 141 that makes him hate them so? And flirt? "Sir, I wasn't flirting. I was just thanking them for saving me." you replied, still shocked at the sudden change in your manager. So this was the Shepherd everyone had warned you about.

Your brain finally snapped into flight mode. Your eyes snapped down to your phone which still had the text screen open to John, you closed your eyes and silently you thanked those stupid typing tests that you took in school where they covered the keyboard and began to type "help" from memory. You hit where you thought was the send key and prayed to whatever higher being was out there that it went out.

"Saved you? You think that disgusting group of nobodies SAVED you?" he barked. "Oh no no sweetheart, I saved you" Shepherd said, several octaves lower than he had been previously talking. "I gave you a job here when nobody else would" he began, "I let you take time off after that little fire in your apartment" he began getting closer to you effectively cutting off your only exit.

What was he talking about? Saved you? Your mind was spinning and you couldn't think straight. "It should be me you should be thanking" he growled, lowering his face to be inches away from yours. His breath fanned against your face, hot and foul. "Sheppard what are you doing?" you squeak trying desperately to find some way to get out of this situation.

But he didn't hear you, "But no, you go and thank that sorry excuse for a Captain. John" He spat out John's name like it was a curse. "Your entire existence in this town was thanks to me!" he yelled, slamming his fist into the locker next to your head. The thud of the metal caused you to jump.

"Shepherd please I didn't do anything" you pleaded with him, hoping this would calm him for just enough time for John to get here and save you. You heard the backroom slam open and the thudding of heavy feet running your way. Shepherd heard it too because he whipped around just in time to see John Price burst through the locker room.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing Shepherd?" he roared, launching himself at Shepherd and shoving him harshly to the ground. He then stepped around him so that he was standing between you and the man on the ground. Shepherd groaned, clearly in pain "what the fuck are you doing here?" "What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing?" he snapped.

But before he let Shepherd respond he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the lockers. He shoved his keys into your hand before looking into your eyes and whispering, "go. get in my car" before letting your hand go. He didn't need to tell you twice and you bolted to the front of the restaurant and out to the parking lot. You looked down at the keys in your hand, Chevy.

Your eyes scanned the parking lot before landing on the dark grey Chevrolet pickup truck parked haphazardly in 3 different parking spaces. Without thinking you click the unlock on the keys and throw yourself into the passenger side. You made sure to lock the doors 6 times over, not knowing who or what might come out of the restaurant.

You could feel your heart in your throat as you looked at the double doors waiting and hoping John would come out ok. The door swung open and there he was, cradling his right hand but, alive. He rounded to the drivers side door and pulled on the handle. The door didn't budge and it took you a second to realize you hadn't unlocked it for him yet. You shakily pushed the button and a soft click sound ran through the cabin of the truck before he opened the door and hopped in.

"You came" you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. Price's blue eyes met yours as he pulled you in for a hug, "always" he whispered back. You stayed there for a minute, just basking in the warmth and safety of his arms. You tried desperately not to cry as you pulled away slowly. You glance down to his right hand and see his knuckles are bloody.

"John your hand!" you gasp, grabbing it in your own. You hear John chuckle, "been through worse, luv." You look up at him again to see him smiling down at you. "Can I have my keys so I can take you home?" he asked, gesturing at his keys which were still in your hand. "Oh" you murmur, before handing them over to him so he can start the truck, but his hand never left yours.

"Are you alright?" he asked once the two of you were out of the restaurants parking lot. The question smashed the dam of tears you had been holding back, and they began to spill down your cheeks. "H-He was s-so mad at me" you whimpered. You clamped your eyes shut to hopefully avoid anymore tears from flowing. "I'm so sorry luv. He won't ever hurt you again" Prices voice was firm.

The rest of the drive back to your friends house was fairly quiet. It was mostly you giving John directions. When you arrived, you begged John to let you take a look at his hand before he left. "Oh alright, but you stay there." he groaned, but he was smiling. He turned off the car and hopped out. You sat there a bit confused before you realized he was coming around to open the door for you.

You began to open the door, but Price shut it. "I said stay there" he said through the door. You laughed and held up your hands in mock defeat. Price opened the door and offered his hand to help you down from the truck, pulling a giggle from you. "Such a gentlemen" you quip.

You lead John up to your friends place begging silently that she wouldn't be there. You unlocked the door and yelled, "Hello? April?" But the house was silent. You let out a sigh of relief. "Wait here let me grab some bandages" you told John before heading over to the bathroom. "This is really unnecessary Y/N" he replied.

When you returned with the bandages you motioned for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. You grabbed his hand and grabbed Neosporin. "I don't need all that" he complained, "I been through a lot worse with a lot less." You shot him a look to which he sighed and let you continue your work. Once you were finished he flexed his hand a few times, "good as new" he beamed, "thanks Y/N"

"It should be me thanking you John. What happened back there?" you ask, only slightly afraid of the answer. "Doesn't matter. All that does is that you're safe and you won't have to go back there" he stated. "John I have to!" you exclaim. How were you going to make money? "I don't have another job" you cried, feeling the tears well up again. "Oh luv no" John whispered, grabbing your face in his hands using his thumb to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen. "I think I know just the person to help you out" he smiled.

[monsterfloofs]

Can I request some more stories with luxe plz?

Luxe (Gender Fluid Concubus) x Reader (Sfw)

(Hello!! Thank you for this note! I am so glad you like my Luxe. Here is a little short story I whipped up because I couldn't sleep ahah! I was really sick a few weeks ago, and whenever I feel abnormal I study how I feel and think so I can more accurately portray it in writing! >:) Also, I had a dream about this little story and I typically don't get to see my characters in my dreams?? So this made me super duper extra happy AAAAAAH, and was very motivating for me to get this written! I hope you enjoy! ♡)

Feeling unwell went from sniffling and coughing one day, to having a full blown bout of sickness the next morning. Coughing and hacking so much it made your chest hurt and your head spin. Your temple throbbed and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you drew the curtains and retreated back to bed. Rising to your feet was an undertaking. It made you dizzy, and a new wash of pain bored into your head.

There was no way you could go to work today. Yesterday you had felt the sickness creeping up on you, but the signs were manageable and kept working. After all, the castle was a busy place, and there was much to be done. Still, you hadn't expected to be knocked down so fast the next day. You reached for the mirror at your bedside. Blinking slowly as the soft glow made you squint your eyes. Drawing your finger across the surface, which rippled softly at your touch.

"Send a message to Luxe. . . Tell them that I won't be able to help them today.." Of course this is when a tickle rises in your throat and you cough to try and clear it. For a solid moment all you can do is cough, whatever upset your throat refused to be soothed. You couldn't cough deep enough, but the tickle managed to subside for you to rasp out.

"I'm sorry, I got sick. I just am not feeling good enough today." You ended the message with a swipe of your finger, then put the mirror face down on the table. You blow your nose with a tissue before rolling over in bed, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block out as much light as you can. The afternoon was spent in and out of consciousness, with the waste paper basket and night stand filling up with balled up tissues. Between sleeping, sneezing and coughing you did little else. Everytime you woke up, you pleaded with your body to go back to sleep. Being awake just felt too taxing, you had tried reading but the words floated off the page and it hurt your eyes to keep them open for too long.

Between sleeping you startle awake to a knock at your door. Hastily rubbing your eyes as a figure peeks around the corner at you.

"Did I wake you up?"

"It's okay," The words slither out in a slur between chapped lips. As Luxe tentatively steps inside, carrying a tray of soup.

"Oh darling, you look miserable."

"I feel mis. . . miserable" You agreed weakly. You blink slowly, and in between your eyes opening and closing Luxe crossed the room. From setting the tray down to pressing a cool washcloth against your forehead. You breathe a ragged hum, managing a thank you before your body wants to cough again.

"What can I get you love? What sounds good?"

"Nothing," You whisper, Luxe's painted lips purse as you take a breath. "I just wanna sleep."

"Alright," The butler murmurs gently, "Alright love, I will let you sleep." They put a little bell onto your nightstand. "Ring this if you need anything." They command sternly, and you nod your eyes refusing to stay open any longer.

It was only when you were drifting in and out of consciousness again, throwing blankets on and off between being too hot and too cold that you realized they referred to you as 'love'. Your brain was a little too sluggish to make much sense of the new term of endearment. Nevertheless, the name made you feel both cared for and guilty. They had stopped in the midst of their busy schedule to make you food you hadn't eaten. You tried some of the soup, which to your surprise was still hot. The warm liquid felt soothing to your throat. From a glance you could see vegetables and chicken floating in the broth. It should have been delicious but you just couldn't taste it, and found your stomach rejecting the soup after a few spoonfuls.

It was the middle of the night before you felt somewhat active. The headache was a dull throb behind your eyes as you slouched out of bed. Shoving tissues in your pocket as you wandered your way down the stairs. You felt groggy and out of touch, so you moved sluggishly and deliberately toward the kitchen. Watching your feet upon the stairs, clutching the hand railing tightly.

Luxe was in the kitchen, and their head jerks up, her expression rearranging into surprise as you shuffle in. "I thought I told you to ring for me,"

"It's. You're. So busy." You manage to warble out, was stringing words together always so hard? Your eyebrows push together as you wash your hands in the sink. You have to stop halfway through drying your hands to dab at your nose, which sends you back over to the sink. Unceremoniously stuffing a roll of tissue up your nose to stop the leak. Luxe lets out a soft huff, pushing back their immaculate bangs with their fingers.

"Darling, you know that you are not an imposition, don't you? You're sick for goodness sake."

You look down, running your thumb back and forth on the hand towel. Back and forth, back and forth. "Maybe." You croak, your eyes watering with tears. Luxe studies your face, a frown tugging on their lips. They cross over to you putting an arm around your shoulder which makes you flinch.

"You'll get s-"

"Sh,sh,sh." She shushes you and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. It makes you blink as more tears dribble from your eyes.

"I know you are perfectly independant, love. Perfectly capable of doing things on your own. Let me take care of you. Just a little."

You couldn't look them in the eyes. Staring at the floor before giving a weak nod. The arm around your shoulder slides away as they drift to the ice box, their tail twitching as they walk.

"I was going to save this for a treat, but I think this might taste good to you." You fidget with the towel again, peeking up at them and staring at the box of ice cream in their hands.

"Will you. . . have some with me?" They beam at you, already reaching for two bowls.

"But of course."

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Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! (♡⸃ ◡ ⸂♡)

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

hi there Frog! I'm so sorry, I'm new to the concept/use of ko-fi. can i just clarify, if I pay via ko-fi, do I get the reading on there or here on tumblr? and for deity readings in particular, do you have examples of questions that are okay/not okay to ask? thanks ever so much! today i offer you a nice and cool iced tea (as in my SEA country, it's been really hot lately)

Heyo! No need to apologize, the questions are perfectly reasonable! If you pay via Ko-Fi by ordering a commission, you get the reading in Ko-Fi messages (or I'm happy to work with anyone who isn't comfortable with that and send it on Tumblr or smth else if I'm able; I just use Ko-Fi because it's more ✨professional✨ and all that jazz.)

You've probably just seen a couple people tip before getting a Tumblr reading, since they're free/tip-based and that means that you can tip afterwards if you like it, tip not at all, or tip beforehand and get a little more effort put into your reading than a completely free one, but it's still not a full reading (unless you count a Ko-Fi single shuffle.) It's all for the sake of accessibility price-wise! It does make it easy to confuse what type of reading I'm doing where though, seeing some people mention tipping for their readings on Tumblr.

As for example questions.... hmmmm good question! Most things are on the table, honestly. My "won't do" list is fairly small right now, simply because I haven't been doing readings online very long and no one has come to me with questions I haven't been comfortable answering yet. Even if it's not on the commission list, for example, I encourage people to message me and ask if I'll do a specific type of reading because I may just have not thought of it.

Some okay question examples:

"Does [deity] have anything to say to me/about xyz situation?"

"Does [deity] want to work with me?"

"what areas of my life or craft do they want to help with?"

"What do they have to say about [insert situation]?"

Just about anything tbh! Like I said these are pretty generic examples and you can get a lot more situation-specific if you want to.

Some uncomfortable question examples:

Honestly I've typed and re-typed this part but ultimately it comes down to; not a lot. Most things I'm not comfortable with don't really apply to deity readings.

Anything sexual. Godspousal questions are okay; just not anything sexual about it. This applies to all readings though lol

Generally plz don't see me as an authority. if something doens't resonate, it just doesn't resonate- I'm capable of making mistakes. I'm confident in my readings, but that doesn't make me perfect 100% of the time.

Even if a question did hit a nerve I wouldn't be upset or anything I'd just request that the question be reworded or changed to something I'm okay with :D

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope this helps! Let me know if anything needs further clarification, I'm happy to answer any questions and such. And of course; HELL YEAH iced tea!! I don't drink tea funnily enough, despite it being such a witchy stereotype, but I shall refill my water bottle >:D