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[anxi-aashi]

I'm shy but like... i need to suck childe dry, to the point of letting him all sensitive and whimpery. Leave his cute red cock sensitive to the slightest touch just to put him inside and cockwarming as long as I need it. Yes.

me too dawg............................ me too

warnings: cursing, oral sex (m!receiving), slight sub childe? praise, implied fem!bodied reader

a/n: ran out of steam towards the end no cockwarming sorry :( enjoy my first attempt at smut!!! MDNI

“Please?”

Spread out on the couch, Childe peered down at you, kneeling prettily between his legs. A slight smirk rested on his kiss-swollen lips, and despite the cocky air he had about him, a bright flush rested high on high cheeks. “Hm, I don’t know. Do you think you deserve it?” he cooed, bringing up a thumb to play with your bottom lip.

A wave of heat pulsed through you and settled in your core. You subtly squeezed your thighs together. “I think you deserve it,” you purred, hand inched closer to the tent in his pants. “Please? Wanna make you feel good.”

Whatever he had been about to say was cut short. He hissed in a breath through his teeth at the teasing squeeze you gave him, and the smirk quickly melted away. Beneath your hand, his clothed cock throbbed. 

“F-Fuck– yeah, yeah, okay,” he stuttered, trying not to seem too eager while tugging down the waistband of his pants. In any other situation, you wouldn't have passed up the opportunity to tease him a bit, but that thought was thrown to the side the moment he freed himself from his boxers. 

Flushed a red that almost glowed, the head of his cock slapped lightly against his light happy trail. You salivated at the sight and bit your lip. 

Your hands tugged down his pants the rest of the way to his feet, allowing you to shuffle closer and take his dick in your hand.

The action released a grunt from Childe that came from deep within his throat, his head falling limply against the back of the couch.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Someone’s sensitive.”

“And whose fault is that?” His gaze remained on the ceiling until you swiped a thumb over his slit, encouraging a few drops of pre-cum to race down his length and over your hand. His head snapped toward you then, hips bucking a bit. “God, baby, please stop teasing.”

A hum was all he got in response, but you wanted him just as bad as he, you. So you wasted no more time before reaching your other hand to lightly play with his balls as the one wrapped around his cock coaxed him into your mouth. 

The whine that escaped Childe at the feeling was most certainly not one he wanted you to hear, but God, you wanted him to do it again. You hollowed your cheeks and slowly took him further into your mouth before pulling up and dragging your tongue along a vein that ran up the bottom of his shaft. 

His hands clawed at the cushions on either side of him, a crease forming in the middle of his brow. His jaw dropped open, leaving you privy to all the desperate pants he sighed.

Just as you were about to pull off of him, you swirled your tongue around his tip, giving it an extra suck, and flicking again over his slit. A string of saliva followed you as you pulled just the tiniest bit away, checking on Childe, but the pause sent a hand of his flying to cup your face and snaking around to the back of your head. “Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

You weren’t planning on it. Taking him back into your mouth, you set a steady pace, bringing up the hand that fondled his balls to massage what you couldn’t fit. At a light graze of your teeth, Childe let out a broken moan that sent a zing of electricity through your veins. The hand at the back of your head pawed with want; you could tell he was itching to take over and fuck your throat. A surge of heat joined the wetness already pooling in your panties, and you couldn’t fight the moan that worked its way up your throat as you worked him.

His gaze fell on you when he heard your need. The flush had spread all the way to his ears and the deep blue of his eyes was nearly all consumed by his lust-blown pupils. “You like that�� mhm! — My cock taste good, baby?” You moaned around him in response, not relenting with the bobbing of your head. “You look so pretty with my dick down your throat. So good t’me,” he mumbled. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you picked up the pace, his tip hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth with every descent. It didn’t take long for Childe to become a mess. His eyes didn’t leave you, watching a tear slide down your face, drool drip from where your bottom lip hugged his cock. 

When he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat at your attempt to take more of him, he let out a long, needy whine, hips involuntarily bucking. The grip on your hair tightened. “Fu-uck! I— baby, I’m close, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—” Childe gasped, his breath catching before devolving into a drawn-out, guttural groan.

His seed spilled down your throat with his release and you swallowed what he gave you, save for a few drops that escaped down your chin from a few of your coughs. Chin slick with cum and drool, you grinned up at him. 

“You have another one in you?” 

He wheezed out a laugh, still recovering from his high. “I don’t— Ah!” his sentence cut off at the kiss you planted on the tip of his soft, but quickly hardening cock.

“Please?” Your tongue peeked out to lick your lips.

And really, how could he say no to you?

[anxi-aashi]

Pls pussy drunk childe :)

a/n: say less

warnings: fem!bodied reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, begging, fingering, dacryphilia?? not really just crying, profanity, not proofread

MDNI

How long had it been? You weren’t sure. Long enough that sweat had begun dripping down the back of your thighs from the bend in your knees. Long enough that your voice cracked every time a plea slipped from you. Definitely long enough that the sheets beneath your ass felt just as damp as your tear-stained cheeks.

But no matter how long it has been, Childe was still there, laid between your legs, lapping at your poor pussy like he was heading off to war.

For probably the twentieth time that night, your hands weakly attempted to push Childe away, desperate for a break from the attention he was giving your cunt, but you were unsuccessful. Your insubordination only caused him to remove one of the hands that held your thighs open and pin your wrists to your tummy. A groan ripped from his throat at the way your unattended thigh snapped to his head, but he didn’t stop.

You let out a weak sob. “Ajax, please, I can’t! ‘S too much, too—”

Childe dragged his tongue up the expanse of your slit, finishing with a swirl around your clit, collecting the arousal that still miraculously oozed out of you for a taste. He glanced up at you, finally allowing you a chance to catch your breath; studied the way your breasts sank and rose with every heave of air you drew into your lungs. 

Your arms shook from the effort it took you to sit up and look at him, but the strain was worth it when you saw what an absolute mess he was.

Pupils covering nearly all of his blue irises, a mix of your slick and cum covering the lower half of his face, dripping off his chin and adding to the puddle that was probably soaking through to the mattress. He panted, admiring you from under half-lidded eyes, at the mess he had made you, and you knew he still wasn’t done.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, sliding his hands over your thighs. Childe licked his lips, bringing his attention back down to your pussy. “One more? Can I have one more?”

Shocks of overstimulation rippled through you at the touch. A whimper slipped from you. “I don’t…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before he was already slipping two nimble fingers back into your heat.

The squelches were deafening, fighting for dominance over your whines as he wasted no time massaging the gummy spot in your walls. 

“You do, I know you do,” he mumbled, leaning down to wrap his lips around your clit for a devastating suck. “My pussy’s got one more, she does. Can’t you hear her asking for it?” He picked up the pace, bullying his fingers into your g-spot. 

Your hips jerked out of your control, hands grabbing a fistful of his hair, but as you felt a swell of heat in the pit of your stomach, you no longer knew whether it was to push him away or pull him closer. 

Around Childe’s fingers, your walls fluttered. “Mhmm yeah, you gonna cum?” he gasped, tongue still lapping at your clit, “Come on, please, please, wan’ you to cum around my fingers again— Fuck!” A giddy laugh bubbled from his lips as he sat back on his knees to watch your cunt clench and convulse, squirt spraying on the sheets and his lower abs.

Childe pulled his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean for no one else's pleasure but his own. “Fuck,” he sighed, removing his fingers with a pop! “Been eatin’ you out for so long now, I didn’t think you had that in you,” he marveled. “Think you can do that for me again?”

[anxi-aashi]

Jing Yuan with a s/o who has sensitive hearing. They hear too much at all times which leads to headaches and is not able to do anything about it, especially at night.

a/n: ty for the request!! i took sensitive hearing as slight foxian!reader, but i don't think it really changes much to vibe. i also figured id put those asl classes i took a couple years ago to use lol :) enjoy this love letter to the sluttiest but gentlest man in hsr

cw: fluff, implied foxian!reader, est relationship

If Jing Yuan could stay awake forever, he would. It might sound strange for him to wish such things as the “dozing general” of the Xianzhou, but seeing you try to sleep with a permanent crease between your brows struck a chord in him.

During the day you could take painkillers for your headaches. During the day he was able to see you smile, the noise of the ship nothing but background to whatever you two had planned. But once you settled down for bed, curling into him with tension already forming in your shoulders in anticipation, there was nothing you could do but hope tonight was just a little bit better than the others.

Judging from the way your fluffy ears flattened into your hair, it wasn’t. 

Jing Yuan sighed and brought a thumb up to your forehead to smooth the wrinkle away. You relaxed just the slightest at his touch, eyes cracking open to meet his.

The bags under your eyes from countless nights just like this made his heart squeeze. A silent yawn escaped from you as you tapped a flat hand to your chin. Thank you.

Jing Yuan cracked a smile at the gesture. He backed up slightly, earning a slight frown from you at the distance he had put between you, and responded by bringing two fingers to the back of his other hand, closed in a fist. Of course.

You were quick to scoot back to him, though he had barely moved when he signed. His chest bounced with a silent chuckle, light puffs of air tickling your ears and ruffling your hair just a bit. With your body sufficiently tucked into him again, you peeked your head up from his torso to look into his eyes. You waved a flat palm over your forearm, mouth open and brows raised a bit sheepishly, then brought one hand to rub a flat hand over your heart— the pain that split your head prevented you from feeling much shame with your question, though: Sing, please?

Jing Yuan’s answer came in the form of a large hand lightly brushing over your ears and to the back of your bead, gently inviting you to take shelter in his arms once more. And from above, the soft melody he hummed floated to coat you like silk. 

He wasn’t a singer by any means, but you found Jing Yuan’s voice to be perfect for what you needed. For the small moment in time when he graced you with a lullaby of his own creation, the noise was just a bit softer, a bit more manageable. 

You were out before he could come up with an ending to the song, but it wasn’t one you meant to hear the end of anyways. With you finally succumbed to unconsciousness, Jing Yuan placed a light kiss to the crown of your head. You’d see each other in your dreams— he wasn’t far behind.

[anxi-aashi]

Hello friendd<33 just wanted to say I love your blog! I've been following it for quite some time now but this is my first time asking something. Do you do matchups for followers by any chance? like if I were to describe my personality now, would you be okay with assigning me a character you think fits?

thanks for your reply in advance <3 oh, also, if you got an emoji anon list, I'd love to be on there. (If not ignore or just take my signature so you know who I am hahah)

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[anxi-aashi]

Could I please request Zuko x earth bending or fire bending reader? Some thing cute and fluffy bc I could die for soft zuko

Thank you so much and I love your work!

the devil works hard but calcifer works harder

zuko x reader

words: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, a little self-loathing (?) as a result of perfectionism ???

summary: you need help making tea

a/n: .... i am so sorry. i have nothing to say for myself. i seriously did not intend to go on a random 4-month hiatus. here is the fic you requested I hope its ok. sorry if I projected a little hard into the first 1/2. its been a rough couple of months

You were about 3 seconds away from committing arson.

It really shouldn’t have been that hard to make tea. It was just fucking tea. But, somehow, you managed to burn it again.

And it was late. So late. And you were so fucking tired but for some reason, your brain would just not shut off. All you wanted was some tea to calm your nerves and relax you enough to get some sleep before Druk inevitably wormed his way into your room and woke you up at the ass crack of dawn. Of course, you were a firebender, so it wasn’t that big of a deal for you to get up when the sun rose. But that was under normal circumstances, under which you also got a reasonable amount of sleep, and tonight was not following those circumstances.

You stood hunched over in the palace kitchen, staring into the ruined cup of tea sitting in front of you on the counter. You inhaled a deep breath in an effort to calm the frustration slowly creeping itself to the surface of your skin. The burned remnants of the tea leaves bobbed and floated at the top of the water in your cup, and a part of you wondered if they were still mocking you, even in the plant-afterlife.

This always happened. It was why you normally didn’t make tea for yourself, opting to just buy it in a shop or drink it when friends or family made it during social gatherings. While you were by no means a weak firebender, your raw power showing itself on multiple occasions during fights or training, you did harbor a… lack of consistency, you could say, in the fine motor skill department.

You didn’t know why, and you had tried your hardest to fix it, but you could not for the life of you, exert the same control you had on your large scale bending, on the small scale. Your flames were always either too weak or too strong-- there was no in-between. Which meant a simple task, like heating water for tea, was excruciatingly difficult for you.

But it was late, and no tea shops were open, and everyone in the palace was asleep, leaving you to fend for yourself.

In your sleep-deprived state, the failure of your task washed over you repeatedly, and every emotion from frustration to loathing to exhaustion seemed like it was amplified 10 times over and you didn’t know if you were closer to screaming or crying but you were sure one of them would reach you eventually. You only hoped your heart would choose the quieter option of the 2-- you really didn’t want to wake anyone because of a minor mishap like this.

You continued to stare at the cup of tea, now having disassociated from actually looking at the tea at this point, settling for staring into the space just in front of it, your negative thoughts engulfing every bit of your mind and body and taking over your limbs and closing up your throat and you felt like you needed to hit something and--

A hand reached in front of you to grab the cup from the counter, bringing you back to the present.

Your eyes re-focused and your mind quieted, the confusion winning out over the anger. You swiveled your head to your right, following where the hand retreated to and found Zuko standing a few feet away, holding your cup of disappointment while staring at you with evident concern.

“Are you… okay?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than usual from misuse. It was obvious he’d been asleep even without the addition of his rumpled hair and night robe only partially covering a bare chest.

You stared at him blankly, trying to decide if the truth or a slight lie was the better course of action in this situation. You knew Zuko and had hung out with him before, but you weren’t that close. And any instance where you were together was always accompanied with either Ty Lee or Mai or both, since you were introduced to the Fire Lord through them, or the rest of the Avatar’s friend group. So with that, you didn’t think being honest and oversharing to the leader of your country about how no, you were not okay, because you couldn’t make tea when you wanted to, was the best idea.

Unfortunately, because of the amount of time it took you to answer him with a hesitant “... yes,” he’d already kind of figured out that you weren’t.

Zuko looked down at your sad attempt at making some tea for yourself and walked over to a window to pour it out. You watched him move around the kitchen, rinsing out your cup and coming back over to you, reaching slightly around you to grab the kettle.

Once you registered what he was doing, you spoke up. “Oh, you don’t need to-- it’s fine I was just going to go back to bed--”

He raised his eyebrow, still continuing on his way to the water basin. “I’m just setting everything up for you. You don’t want to try again? It won’t take long.”

“No, I’m probably just going to burn it again. It’s fine. Thanks, though,” you assured.

Zuko turned away from the basin to face you, tea kettle still in hand, “Do you burn your tea often?”

“Uhhh… ” you trailed off, before grimacing. “Yeah.”

“Aren’t you a bender though?”

“Yeah that’s kind of my problem,” you said, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. “I don’t have very good fine control, so it always ends up overheating the water or not heating up at all,” you explained, holding one of your hands out and producing a pitifully small flame before it extinguished all on its own.

Zuko hummed in response and promptly stated. “That sucks.”

It really did, and that’s probably why, in your sleep-deprived state, you thought his comment was so funny. You sputtered out a laugh a little louder than you’d intended for it to be, then snickering quietly to yourself before sighing out a somber, but content, “Yeah.”

He huffed out his own laugh at your delirium, then went quiet for a moment, thinking about what to say next. “I could teach you, if you want," he suggested.

That caused you to perk up a little. “Really?”

“Well, how to make tea, yeah,” he elaborated. “The overall firebending will take a little longer to learn than one night.”

“Oh. Cool.” You tried not to sound too dejected.

This is how Zuko discovered he didn’t like seeing you sad. “I’ll still teach you, though,” he added. “Can’t guarantee I’ll be that good of a teacher, but I can try... if you want.” He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and prayed to any spirit that was listening that the dark of the night was enough to keep it hidden.

He could tell you were a lot more excited than you were showing from the way your eyes lit up and you nodded a little more enthusiastically than called for. “That would be… greatly appreciated,” you smiled.

“Cool. I’ll fill up the kettle then if you can get some more tea leaves?” he asked, turning back to the basin.

You nodded in affirmation and turned to march across the kitchen.

Zuko turned away as well and found himself splashing some water on his own face in order to calm the heat in his cheeks while you worked to fight back a grin yourself. Part of you questioned where the sudden giddiness was coming from, and Zuko was almost horrified with how easily he got flustered over absolutely nothing, but neither of you ever quite put together the rest of the equation that night.

But, you supposed for then, that was okay.

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