#pls send smthn

[hyperion-severus]

hi pls give me scorbus (or any next gen kids orrr even drastoria) doodle prompts either here or in my ask box idc,, i will post them on @yendts <333

[brandwhorestarscream]

Thinking about Tarn being transported to tf1 again. D16 coming across this big mech passed out from being transported not that he knows about that part and getting worried while he was looking for Orion. So he checks on the mech and make sure he's ok after helping him sit up. D16 tells this mech he likes his mask and asks if he also likes Megatronus before infodumping about the prime. Tarn meanwhile is trying process getting help from a baby version of his master who is super excited about finding someone else who also likes his favorite prime.

Omg you're so right 🥺 Dee is so concerned, gently trying to shake him awake and helping him sit up when he regains consciousness, and Tarn thinks he's hallucinating because cute teeny tiny little baby Megatron!

D-16 worriedly asks if he's alright, if he needs help getting to the hospital, and when Tarn declines, fidgets nervously for a moment before, "IreallylikeyourMegatronusmask!" said in an excited rush. When the older mech doesn't shoot him away, he hovers around excitedly, asking where he got it and how old it is, merch from the Primes is so hard to find!

Tarn freely tells him that the mask was forged especially for him, so he could carry out his life's purpose while bearing the face of the Cause.

"What's your cause?" Dee asks, optics shining and servos folded under his chin excitedly, hanging onto every word as Tarn explains. A world so peaceful no one could ever even dream of conflict. A blissful post-war state where no one even remembers what violence is, where no one is oppressed and lives in a perfect utopia free of strife.

D-16 agrees that it's a great dream, and very vigorously declares that he, "hopes his dream comes true someday!" Tarn would fight God for this sweet, naive little mech.

[wish-i-were-heather]

ok so im leaving to go somewhere now and i dont think i'll actually have any time to open tumblr when i get back before i leave to go camping

SOOO I GUESS GOODBYE FOR A COUPLE DAYS I LOVE YOU ALL 😚😚

[green-lights-33]

Do you like Severus? I’d love to see him in your style 💚

ur setting me up for failure here bestie. this has been in my drafts for a real long time cause I’m scared but here u go:

just a little disclaimer that i don’t give a flying fuck how anyone chooses to characterize people in their fics or otherwise. (so if you are reading this and you absolutely hate severus, then thats okay. live ur truth💋)

oookayyy. i personally believe that a lot of people are very forgiving towards reg and evan/barty and at the same time really harsh on severus. it’s almost as if in order to like a character they think that they have to be completely redeemable. and the other way around for disliking a character. supporting a flawed character does not make you a bad person. they don’t have to be all sunshine and rainbows for your love of them to be socially acceptable 🙂👍 (let your favs be bitches and let your least favs be sweethearts is essentially what I’m saying)

i think that when he was younger he would have actually been super shy and not such an outward bully. he definitely gave back what james and sirius dished out, but in a more subtle way. he was intelligent and not impulsive. he knew that j and s had the upper hand on him so he overcompensated by provoking them. if he pushed them first, then he was in control. (pretty common defense mechanism for someone with his family situation). i think that he could also be really gentle and kind too, lily was friends with him for a reason yaknow. he only became harsh and cynical as an adult because of what he went through (in his childhood and during the war). honestly, he was going back and forth between the two most dangerous people in the world, that’s bound to fuck you up a bit.

plus, i love it when fics include lily and sev’s friendship. like. guys, platonic heartbreak is the absolute worst thing in the world!! building up the snily friendship and then tearing it apart is such! good!! angst!!! it is not used enough imo. i don’t think they ever dated, and i also don’t think he was ever confident enough to reveal how much he truly loved her. also!! him and reg have such potential as friends/ allies as death eaters. reg turned to the ‘good’ side at the last minute and so did sev. imagine if they had worked together?!? ok wait now i’m getting art ideas.

phew that got long and i cbs reading through it so if there are mistakes, no there are not 👍. did i even answer ur question? yes, i think severus is fine. is he one of my fav characters? no. but i like him the same as i like peter essentially. yes, i want to make fanart with him in it and i will do so in the near future when i finally get time :) the same goes for pete, i’m just itching to make art of him!!!

[sunboki]

the urge to write the most toe-curling, sheet-gripping, back arching smut imaginable w someone from skz but who 😭

[cryptidapprentice]

they should make a sweatband that absorbs the sweat without actively making me sweat more

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

am i the only one who hates seeing ppl who can obviously draw well say “this sucks 🤪” or smthn along those lines abt their art bc it literally is j fishing for compliments (which i love to compliment) but the WORST PART is that it ensures i’ll never share any art w them bc ik they’ll secretly think it sucks. and you can tell bc you see ppl say “omg amazing job!” to ppl rlly good (cause artists love to suck each others dicks and it’s funny) and then when someone who isn’t as skilled or whatever posts smthn it’s crickets. ppl who draw are insanely pretentious sometimes i’m sorry /lh

[justghostthings]

Hey what online sex shops do u guys buy from

[basiltonpitch]

why is practice dating not a tag on ao3. im not looking for fake dating or practice kissing. im looking for practice dating. im going to scream.

[eriny3s]

i  am  having  a  helluva  time  finding  a  carrd  format  that  i  like  -  most  mumu  carrds  do  not  have  individual  bio  sections  for  each  character  because  that  would  make  a  massive  carrd  ,  and  obviously  single  muse  carrds  don't  have  a  place  to  like  ...  repeat  the  bio  screen  .  so  i'm  still  doing  digging  lmao  but  i'll  start  posting  headcanons  and  general  stuff  soon  enough  ,  i  just  wanted  it  to  look  all  pretty  first  😩

[idk-my-aesthetic]

I think a lot of people fall into this type of radicalization on both the left and right, this idea that the answer is to kill the “right” people

There’s alot of justification that goes along with this. There’s the basic justification that X group is just inherently bad- there is something intrinsic about this group, biological or cultural, that means they “deserve” to die. Another common justification is the idea that it’s a “necessary evil”. “Well we don’t want to kill them, but they’ve given us no other choice” & “if we don’t kill them they’re going to kill us” type arguments

Fun thing to note- all of these arguments were used during the Holocaust to justify killing Jews, and all of these arguments are currently being used to justify the genocide in Gaza. When I pointed out this similarity on TikTok received some wonderful harassment

This is just my personal opinion but i think violence needs to be a tool of logistics not a tool of morality. When there are only two choices- kill or die- i think you can and should be allowed to defend yourself and your families. The question of where that line between self defense and violence should be drawn is nuanced and has been debated for centuries

However I also think there’s a lot of people who take that nuance as justification to not be nuanced. It’s the reason you end up with people saying “eat the rich” about people like John Boyega.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again- i think people want a moral yardstick. A hard list of rules that they can just always apply and never have to reconsider.

And i don’t blame people for that- especially in our modern society where we interact with so many people and have to consider so many social issues and perspectives- truly deeply considering every single perspective on every single issue is exhausting.

But it’s also necessary. It’s necessary to consider your perspective or opinions might be skewed.

If you’re truly in the right, considering another perspective won’t make you any less right

people on this site will be like fascists are so awful! btw all of my political opponents are inhuman scum that deserve death

[zombiemuttx]

Thinkin abt forcemasc type gender affirming kinky shit. big brother, dad, a friend, maybe even my big sister. anyone. Getting mad at me for being dysphoric.

"You? a girl? are you fucking stupid? look at you." or smthn,, maybe pulling my pants down to touch my cunt and inspect how my dick is growing,, insulting or praising it eitherway calling it my dick or cock. "Nawh look, see? you've got a cute little dick right here." hitting my hand away if i try get embarrassed and hide it "oh come on. you're a man. act like one."

something something they start fucking me and keep repeating "Good boy" "If you keep crying like a little bitch im gonna have to fuck you till you learn to take it like a man." "pretty boy" "my boy" "good job, son." "only fags suck dick this good, little brother."

lazy tired dysphoria postin pls send asks!! tell me how im such a good boy 4 u n shit. pls.

op is obviously a man ty

[shamelesswolfstarshipper]

I’m really scared. Can someone just tell me something good. Send me pictures of your cats or smthn pls

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi!! 🍄 again I was wondering if I could get a platonic newt x reader (from tmr) where maybe it’s while newt is still new to his limp and reader is helping him do Is jobs

(Also just to let you know if you didn’t newt from tmr is canonically gay (as stated by the author ) I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t write him with a fem reader btw I didn’t relizie how rude this sounds not trying to be rude just and fyi also sorry if you did know just a lot of fans didn’t )

Thank you once again sorry if it seemed rude

ooooo okay I like this! ; also I know, don't worry, and you didn't sound rude! i do see newt as a queer character 100 and I always have, even before learning about James dashners tweet about it, which I find sketchy bc I'm pretty sure he tweeted that after being accused of being weird to women or smthn?? idrk, doesn't matter here bc gn readers only + I wholeheartedly see newt as queer and I can rant ab it for hours ; I don't plan on writing for tmr much but pls send requests, I love writing for this fandom lol

NEWT ; personal aid

summary ; youre helping him after he gained his limp

warnings ; language, talk of/about suicide and mental health

genre ; platonic fluff, kinda angst

word count ; 1k

masterlist

Newt was recently injured in the maze. He'd been as fixed up as possible, given a brace made of tree branches and some painkillers sent from the box. At least no one was using the pills for bad, considering they're a fragile item to give to a bunch of teenagers. The only thing you'd ever thank WCKD for was those painkillers, because seeing the blonde hurt like that killed you inside.

To put it as blankly as possible, he tried to kill himself. He climbed his way up of one of the walls surrounding the glade using the ivy that grew on it, and jumped. He fell about thirty feet, considering he only climbed up the wall about a third of the way, apparently thinking thirty feet would kill him.

He'd never been the type to express happiness within the glade, but he never expressed the opposite either.

But, everyone struggles inside, especially in the Glade. Reoccurring dreams and nightmares, unanswered questions, the will to live dwindling down each and every day, they only fed into the growing depression. Everyone was struggling in the Glade, but Newt, he took the first place trophy for that.

Once he'd been able to walk around again, you took helping him into your own hands. He was clearly never running in the maze again, due to the limp that slowed him down. So, he had a few options, hopefully one he'd like.

Alby took pity in him, making him his right hand man not long after. He needed someone around for when he wasn't, Newt was a good choice for that. He was responsible, good at directions, and keeping order.

You were working as Newt's personal aid, being a medic. You were very much an empath, and your true goal was to just help anyone and everyone. You brought him food and water, washed his clothes, sewed up his ripped up clothes from that day in case he'd be strong enough to wear them again, you did everything for him.

But now he leans into you, looking up at you with a certain displeasure, clearly uninterested in working outside of the maze.

You obviously were never going to let him be a builder, that was already off the table. But he got to look around and make his decision between slicer, cook, track-hoe, med-jack like you, slopper, bagger, and map keeper.

He easily put his money down on track-hoe. Something you didn't know about him was that he found gardening therapeutic. You didn't blame him whatsoever, you never wanted to be in the shoes of the sloppers, slicers, or baggers. To be fair, it was a little too gruesome and gross for you, you'd rather be helping people around the Glade than washing everyone's clothes or killing the animals, just a personal opinion.

He needed help while working, though. He couldn't put too much weight on his one foot, and he couldn't bend down on that knee at all yet. So, while he worked, you stood off to the side, making sure he was alright while you watched the others work around the Glade, enjoying their peaceful, warm day.

While he was picking fruit and vegetables off the vines of ivory, you were by his side, either holding the basket or getting the ones he couldn't bend down to reach. You couldn't help but feel bad for his poor spine as well, considering your back started to hurt after a few hours. The gardens were pretty large, considering there was about thirty or forty boys in the Glade to feed, meaning there was always hours and hours of work or expansion to do.

"Y/n, sorry, can you help me?" The dirty blonde asks, groaning as he stands back up, holding a hand on his knee. "I can't get those tomatoes at the bottom"

You quickly nod, kneeling down to grab them for him while he moves to the next bush, plucking off all the ripe tomatoes off the vine. You retie a string around the support branches, which heald the bush together and let it grow vertically rather than horizontally and try and choke out and kill any other plants nearby.

"Fry is gonna love it when he sees these tomatoes, they're the biggest and ripest they've been in a long time" You comment, looking over at Newt.

He nods, tossing a cherry tomato in his mouth to amount to a little snack. "He sure is, we'll be eating good this week" He chuckles with a little smile. "You wanna work on the cucumbers for me? I'll get the corn" He suggests, wanting to work a bit quicker and suggest some things he could actually do without feeling a pain shoot through his leg.

You nod, taking a new basket over to the cucumber lane. You feel something pang in your heart as you see him attempt to kneel down on one foot to reach one last tomato, groaning and furrowing his brows in the process, clearly still hurting him.

"How are you feeling? Physically and mentally, nothing is off the table."

Newt shrugs, watching you examine and touch around the bruising and his ankle. Your fingertips slide over his ankle a little harshly, and he quickly inhales and furrows his brows, which you respond to by quickly pulling your hands away and apologizing.

"On a light note, it looks much better than before already. How are you doing in a mental sense?"

"I hate this bloody place, I feel dumb for not climbing higher-" He strays silent, watching you wrap a fresh bandage around his ankle. "Sorry..."

"It's okay. I'm here as your personal aid, Newt"

"That's the damn thing! I don't want you to waste your days on me. You have other important stuff to do, I don't want you to have to babysit me." The blonde expresses, watching you properly stand up.

"It's fine, really. You're still in a lot of pain, and I swear I'm not babysitting you. I'm just watching over you so it doesn't end up hurting more, alright?"

"Alright..."

[ichokedonmyoreo]

Leash (Kuvira x reader)

Heyy this my first time posting a fic over here but I've found such a big community that I wanted to join in. This is a very quite interesting thing about Kuvira... God she's just SO hot.

K I'll probably write smthn about Abby but I take y time writing I'm so sorry 😭😭 (I haven't quite gotten a good glance at this one so if you spot any mistakes pls let me know) lyy hope you like it!

Mdni (+18)

Your upper limbs are being held tight above your head. Bone freezing metal is restraining your wrists against the wall, stretching your arms and back entirely. Your bare back erect on the marble wall, with your legs intertwined, one on the floor, the other above it, close to your chest while sitting on the ground.

She was merciful enough to just cuff your ankles and not restraint them entirely.

Your sight is being blinded by a soft fabric. The sound of firm boots approaching you made your heart beat faster, your skin arouse and your nipples respond at your exposure, completely naked for the general.

You could hear a second set of footsteps crashing against the wooden ground accompanied by a masculine voice, hidden only by a black folding screen. 'Pretty decoration for my office, just like you,' she used to say.

You couldn't help but hear the business talk. Kuvira not lowering her guard answering word by word what you had adviced her to, tho for a very different purpose than what she had told you. Her coldness sometimes amazed you; how could someone care so much yet be cruel with the consequences if proven against her.

You were feeling bored, even wanting to be amused. Being tied up like this for twenty minutes made someone want to entertain themselves. So, knowing damn well you'd be punished either way, you decide to rub yourself against your heel. Glorious feeling as your demanding core got it's friction.

You knew how much she loved to see you like this; for you to picture her while pleasuring yourself. How she loved seeing you struggle yet sending the discomfort away just for that friction, pathetically squirming.

The room was quiet enough for your panting breath to echo across the office. If the other person closing business with Kuvira hadn't heard before, he definitely heard the gasp that escaped your lips as you had hit the exact spot you were looking for. It's not like you had made it loudly... You just made it, non-intentionally loud enough for the echo of it to be noticed. You stopped abruptly, returning to your original position causing the chains to crash lightly.

Oh, you were fucked.

After a brief moment where you could hear fabric rub against itself. More specifically, a suit; you could hear an aggressive thud, probably a documentation stack to bring back the attention to her.

After useless chatting from the negotiator, the deal went off leaving Kuvira quite successful. As soon as the doors closed, you could hear her bend the metal off her uniform.

"You can't help but be a nosy pet, can you?"

"I'm glad it worked out," you chuckle barely able to do so because of how stretched your back was being held.

However, the laugh doesn't seem to rub on the general. One could say you could even hear her scoff at the words.

"Oh it seems like we heard two different conversations. Your little act almost cost us our place at Ba Sing Se. No. It could've cost me my title. My empire." Her footsteps approach near you and your heart beat faster. It was true; you had messed up.

Even if she enjoyed it, the fact that the guy had spot the existence of something odd happening in the room, even if he said nothing about it, even when he didn't have seen you, it was a fuck up.

"Do you understand how fucking stupid it was?" Her tone rose, a hint of anger on her tone.

"I do. I'm sorry, general."

"Good. Because you sure are going to wish you hadn't soon enough."

She takes the blindfold off your eyes, covering your face from direct light as they got adapted to the lighting. Once your gaze met hers, you could see her usual expression, an angry, a dominant gaze.

You heart was about to burst, nervous as you thought of what she could possibly do to you. Neither of you moved for five seconds.

When she decided to return to her proud stance, you relaxed. It only lasted a second before the metal holding your wrists pulled you up making you stand completely on your feet. A loud groan of pain filled the room as your sore muscles had been stretched even further.

"Oh, no. Whimpering won't get you out of this. No. -she took your face with her right hand, holding it tight for you to look at her- You should've thought about that before fucking yourself infront of strangers like the slut you are." The words were spat on your face, her nose touching your bridge while doing so, throwing your head back as she finished talking.

"You're too sore? -She tucked a hair string falling on your face behind your ear, tenderly- does it hurt being like this?" You nodded.

She gave a step back and looked at you almost with sympathy.

"Well... Maybe this will help"

Without moving any limb, you immediately felt how the metal around your wrists pulled you to the ground completely vowing on your knees before her.

"Mm... good girl. This is better isn't it?" She squatted, taking your chin to look at her.

"You understand now? Where you belong?" She said with a sadistic tone while moving your lose head for it to nod.

"Good pet" your face fell as she abandoned the grip, standing straight once more.

"Say you're sorry." You looked up at her gaze: imponent, tall, terrifying.

"I'm sorry, general" A pout matches your expression.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! -She pulled your hair- That's an apology? Think. -She lets go of her grip and sends you to the ground once more- Now say it like you mean it." She waited with a grin and crossed arms as she stopped bending the plates on your wrists.

"General, I am truly ashamed. I acted wrong. I should've never been as naughty as I was. I didn't respect your authority and I misbehaved. Please forgive me, daddy, please." You beg on your knees at the verge of tears holding your hands together as a prayer.

With a wicked smile, she takes your chin. "That wasn't hard, was it?" she says while petting your nose.

Your eyes, still watery, greet hers, dark with lust. 

"You do understand I must punish you. How am I supposed to know you won't do it again if you get out of here unharmed?"

You nod accepting the verdict hoping it'll help you soften your way out. You sit on your knees and watch as she sits down on her desk turning towards you.

"Come here. We don't have all day," the tone on her voice darkens, eagered for the punishment.

"Lie on my lap, ass free. If I catch you trying to get off of me, the punishment will become much much worse. Got it?" She explains as you place yourself ready for spanks.

Once settled, she begins to caress every inch of skin on your spine, softly, waking your skin at its pace. She then moved to your ass cheeks, toying with them as well, wrapping them gently to let them fall.

"Look at this precious little ass of yours. So tender, so pale... I think it's missing some color, don't you think?" She takes your hair, gently holding it so it won't disturb your sight. She savours every word anticipating the pleasure it'll grant her.

Even so, you cannot see what she's doing. You can only hear her metal bend. Her stillness makes you anxious. You know something's going to happen. You don't know when, how, nor with what object, size or shape.

As your head wonders, a flat, thin metal paddle slaps against your ass making you bounce on Kuvira's lap and a groan to abandon your lips.

The second it does, the general sends a metal plate to cover your mouth, hardly crashing on your face.

"No, no. Your lesson is to remain quiet. Good girls do not whimper, groan, moan or gasp when daddy's speaking. Understood?" Another hard spank hits you. A muffled groan echoing in the room.

"Look at these beautiful cheeks. Already red at their second spank. - She hits you again, this time harder causing you to grunt with tears already leaving your eyes. - They're about to bleed -She kisses your lower back- All you got to say for these to stop, is to make no sound.

She gently massages your cheeks, giving them air to recover. You had just started to feel better when another spank hit you. You tried so hard to hold back a whimper but you were already sobbing by this point.

"Sh, sh, I'm sorry, baby, but this is the only way. -She sets the paddle on your ass cheeks, this time for the coldness of it to help with the pain- I know you can do it, okay, baby? You can do this," She kisses your head as the last spank hited you. It twisted your heart and burnt your skin. Your muscles tense as the pain ran through your body; pleasure soon replacing the burn. You take deep heavy breaths and manage to keep quiet with a burning chest.

Kuvira gently helps you get off the position and sits you on her lap allowing a tight embrace. "That's it. You did such a good job. You're such a good girl. Such a good girl," she tucked your hair away and gently kissed your tears away before kissing your lips softly, an apologize speaking throughout them. The right embrace helping you settle down with a warm touch.

"Good, good, girl -She kissed you deeply this time.- You deserve a prize for being such an obedient little toy, don't you?" Her kisses begin to trail down your neck, your skin ached in pleasure as she did.

"I'll start by letting you be as loud as you need to, how does that sound baby?" She purposefully licks before sucking on your neck causing you to moan and her to devilishly smirk.

"I love to hear you, don't you forget that." She kisses this time hungrily, with passion. She licks your lips for entrance, becoming even more lustful as she breaks it, biting your lower lip.

"What do you want your price to be? Hm?" She asks caressing your cheek.

You come close to her kissing your way to her jaw, lowering and licking your way to her cleavage. Beautiful grunts abandoning her breath. Your head moves upwards to whisper, brushing your lips against her earlobe while doing so, making sure you showed how bad wanted it.

"I want you to fuck me good, daddy."

That phrase was enough to change the mood again. Your heart beats faster as the general takes off her uniform, still on her lap with your legs around her waist.

She begins undoing the neck, then following the buttons. You knew she liked to pull a show, looking straight into your eyes as she was getting ready for what would follow. You let go of the embrace, looking pleased at the performance as you grind against her thigh. Slowly. Following the pace of her fingers exposing her chest and abdomen for you.

She leaned her arms backwards, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to the wooden desk.

She looks at you, inviting with her gaze to get closer. You balance your weight forward once more, your foreheads leaning against each other, feeling your breaths crash in warmth. Her hand traveled from your bare lower back to right between your shoulder blades.

"You'll have to get off me to get this done, love" she says with a soft chuckle as her thumb caresses your skin.

You chuckled in response, taking your legs to work again, standing right infront of Kuvira.

The sight merely astonishing in the scarce light.

With a smirk, you took her knees setting them apart opening up a gap for you to slide in. Once your hips are right infront of hers, you take her legs around your hip and approach her, sliding your hand from her jawline till you cupped her head, reaching for a heated kiss.

Your free hand trailed from her waist to her covered breasts, teasing, waking the skin underneath your touch. Sighs and whimpers slipping from your lips. Her touch woke even more hunger in you as she grabbed your ass cheeks, pressing your hips together.

The tease became too overwhelming to bare, making you unclasp her bra, setting it aside. As soon as the fabric hit the laminated floor, your hands were already taking her breasts, holding them, feeling them fill every inch of your palms; how her nipples hardened at the contact making you so much more needed to please her. Your thumb begins to brush the bud as your lips keep smoothing around hers with saliva strings already filling your chin with drool; cleaned and messed out again and again by Kuvira's mouth.

Almost simultaneously, her lips trailed down your neck, right below your jawline, right where she knew you loved her at. Only able to whimper and melt at her touch as your breasts and hips grinded together, sometimes bumping with your working hands. Your neck completely forgotten as you slowly let your head hang loosely backwards granting more working areas to the general's mouth.

As heavy sighs filled the room, you can feel Kuvira's nose sliding on your neck following your pulse line before nibbling your neck, sucking carelessly, claiming what is hers.

"Ah~ God, Vira..."

Your core wet and lips anxious as you allow her more play time before slowly pulling away with an apologetic yet teasing smirk as you dropped to your knees, sliding your fingers on her trousers waistband. Once fully kneeled, you undid her belt. Kuvira knew how much you enjoyed the excitement, the noise, the implication of doing so yourself as it unbuckled. The general herself, bending it away as soon as your fingers let go of the buckle with an impassive gaze; one so many have feared yet one that made your heart skip a bit and your legs waver.

She unzipped them herself, your hands already on place to pull them down, taking her underwear as well, a bit desperate yourself as you made sure they came completely off before beginning to worship her legs, caressing her calves before placing them over your shoulders. Wet kisses decorating your way to her center as your hands slide to her hips.

Taking your time, sucking on the denser skin as you got closer and closer. Once you were so close, your breath send shivers to the general as she stroked your head, sliding her fingers combing your hair while doing so. 

With a smirk, you began to kiss the hot skin around the pubic area, teasing for as long as you could, giving up under a minute as your lips kissed over hers to make your way to her core. Regardless, you look up, asking for permission before starting.

The moment her gaze matched yours, with a broad lick, you savour her slit coating your tongue with her slick as you do so.

You feast on her, drunk on the feeling as your tongue ravishes on her as much as it can, enjoying pacing around, sliding and teasing her entrance accompanied by beautiful sighs turn into held back moans.

You sat right beside her and leaning your head on her shoulder. In two seconds, her hand was holding you in place, tenderly as her breathing went back to normal.

"It was great," she said with an airy breath.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other. Not quite saying something but feeling everything. She carefully took her hand from your head and you sat straight as she stood up.

"You were such a good girl" she comes closer raising your chin.

"But I think we need to reinforce what we learned today," she walks toward the drawers, pulling out a dildo-less strap-on. She put it on as a daily ritual, easy, instinctively.

"On your knees."

Immediately, your knees hit the ground. The only thing you cared about was her.

"So pretty for me." She fixed your hair, caressing your cheek while doing so.

Quietly, the dildo was assembled from metal, standing attached to her, ready for you. As soon as you see it, you know what to do.

You tease the tip kissing it softly, sucking a bit while your eyes are set right in hers. You put on a show. Your tongue sliding and letting it flop out of your muscle.

"That's right, suck on daddy's cock."

You began to take it with your whole mouth, just the half, hitting your gag reflex. Brows knit together, you look at Kuvira.

"Shh shh. No noise." She caresses your cheek, encouraging for you to take the dildo deeper. Slowly, making sure you could breathe, you take it all the way in until your lips meet her skin.

Her hands switch position, holding you in place by pushing your head closer. You made your best to keep your throat open.

"You can't quite speak with daddy's cock on your mouth can you?"

You shake your head.

"You'll teach me how you can use that pretty mouth of yours for something helpful." She pushes the dildo even deeper in your throat before pushing your head away.

A deep scream for air filled your system with oxygen again. Drooling all the way to your belly. You look up searching for the general's look. You feel dirty. You feel ashamed. You feel treasured, you feel seen.

She gives you a smirk and you bite your lip, resuming your position, begining to suck not as deep but rather quicker. Hollow sounds filling the room with ocasional gags here and there.

"Such a beautiful slut for me." She pushes you deeper on the dildo causing you to loudly gag.

A final deep-throat suck, licking the last bit with drool falling to the ground. She takes your face on a tight grip with her right hand causing all of it to slide down your neck and chest, coating you on a shinny glace.

"Look at you. My pathetic little whore," She chuckles tracing your lips with her thumb. You immediately suck on it and she laughs.

A pure sadistic laugh. You loved watching her on your knees. So beautiful standing in glory.

"Whatever I'll do to you..." she looks directly at your eyes before letting go of you. "Turn around."

With you back facing Kuvira, you could just listen to her kneeling. Her hand ran its way from your lower back all the way to your shoulder. She leaned closer, her breath warm on your nape waking your skin as she kissed all the way to you shoulder and right under your jaw.

"I want you so fucking bad." Her arms wrapped around you nearly suffocating you before completely abandoning you by throwing your weight to the ground. Fast enough, you placed your hands before you.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" She slapped your cheeks making them ache and your cunt to clench.

"Please, daddy," you pressed your chest to the ground and turned your head sideways, raising your ass even more for her to fuck.

Kuvira teased your entrance with the tip, still wet with your spit. Her hands squeezed your cheeks before running their way on your back.

"Arms up."

You raised your arms so the general could hold them in place. The discomfort was mild but, oh did you enjoyed it.

"Such a good girl..." Her free hand guided the dildo to your entrance, easily slipping in. Slowly but steady, Kuvira pressed each time deeper and deeper until you had taken it all in. Between gasps, your walls adjusted to the toy.

Kuvira smirked as she felt you had loosen up, moving her hand right on your hips. Her thumbs perfectly placed on your venus dimples, "perfectly made for me to fuck you."

[for-every-question-why]

yj’98! doodles

trying to find my footing with these characters !! they’re smch fun to draw. also thinking of sketching more cissie but idk 🫶🏽🫶🏽

everything I download from my laptop and send to smthn else gets squished pls don’t point it out (but if anyone knows why things get compressed pls lmk I’m suffering 🫠)