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can I be cheeky and ask for riding jonâs face đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł
yes⊠oh yes you absolutely canâŠ.. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) â weâre on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)
youâve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about âthe actâ, and itâs always a different answer. some say itâs mediocre⊠others, that itâs their favorite way to feel good, and some, say itâs terrible. youâve heard stories of men never caring about the womanâs pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.
you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldnât let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, youâre too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing youâve since long accepted.
until jon snow.
you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as âaccidentalâ, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely âclose friendsâ, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didnât go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didnât expect more. until you got more.
sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even âthe actâ.
imagine jonâs surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman heâs ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him sheâs never cum before.
jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.
jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and heâd tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesnât take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.
âYouâre hovering.â
heâs not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someoneâs face has clearly alluded your ears. youâre unsure. you donât want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and itâs not just any man, itâs jon.
the soft glide of jonâs fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.
âI donât want to hurt youâŠâ
âYou wonât.â
âJon-â
âDo you trust me?â
heâs steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?
âYou know I do, but-â
âGood. Sit.â
you still hesitate, and thatâs when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.
whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jonâs firm grip keeps you in place. heâs confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.
jon thinks heâs found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds youâre making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips â whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but heâs found he much prefers hearing you moan it.
youâre almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure youâve ever had. heâs giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesnât slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.
âJon, Iâm-!â
you donât get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jonâs tongue doesnât stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.
you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasnât been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. itâs reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.
you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe â but he doesnât release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.
âOnly once?â
#game of thrones#jon snow#jon snow x reader#jon snow prompt#jon snow imagine#jon snow smut#jon snow x you#dippys asks#guys#sitting on his face would FIX ME#please jon snow let me save a horse#this is kind of embarrassing#but HEY#WE BALL#FUCK IT WE BALL#i fell asleep last night#thinking about how jon snow is canonically a munch#then i wake up to this badboy in my inbox#this anon and i are long lost twins i fear#KAY ANYWAYS#FEAST MY CHILDREN
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once asked the question do you think Liu qingge do a sonic rainboom now I may ask could Xie lian do a sonic rainboom? And who in mdzs do you think could do a sonic rainboom?
Also I feel like I'm spamming ur asks I'm so sorry
Out of all the characters, I think (post-series) Xie Lian is the most likely to actually survive flying at supersonic speeds and could theoretically get the actual "boom" if not the colour
(Hua Cheng, on the other hand, would be more than happy to supply the rainbows)
Wei Wuxian is the most likely to ATTEMPT it and inevitably blow himself up in the process (the only thing going boom here is Jiang Cheng's patience)
#tgcf#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#yunmeng bros#xie lian#hualian#sonic rainboom#wwx#mxtx#my art#''this will be quicker than my last rainboom picture i'll whip them up quickly before bed'' ha.#i think ultimately i'm team ''nah only rainbow dash or an equivalent could do a true sonic rainboom'' but it's fun to play with#i do appreciate the excuse to just go ham on the colours though how often do i get an excuse like this to draw rainbows#i feel like i haven't coloured like this since i was about seven it's a blast#technically i don't think any of the tgcf cast flies though? so it makes it a bit more complicated#but hua cheng has butterflies and determination to make this happen!!!#seriously don't apologize it's impossible to ''spam'' my asks every time my inbox gets a lil 1 next to it my heart grows three sizes#the worst that'll happen is i'm busy or uninspired and might not respond to your ask right away#i still have a bunch of asks/prompts backlogged in there - i just sit on them until i'm in the mood and i appreciate them all!
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LANCE PEELING OFF KEITHâS GLOVES????? SOMETHING ODDLY INTIMATE đ
anon. we are on the same page.
#because this isnt just up my alley they named the alley after me#mundane yet weirdly intimate expressions of affection.#klance#voltron#vld#art#my art#ask#a little preturbed by your use of word 'peel' here anon but ill let it slide its a good prompt#my fav so far thats why i saved it for last teehee#also ive deduced that the use of the monkey covering eyes emoji makes you trustworthy#whoever this is pls come forward to my inbox with more prompts you clearly have good taste
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going through the drafts is always fun because one second youâre looking for another socmed au part to add another screenshot to and next second you get hit with this
#ig enjoy this kevjean prompt thatâs been sitting in the drafts#the way itâs just a short one shot but i just never decided to finish it#and now itâs just sitting there#but iâm having my last uni presentation on tuesday#after that iâm going through ALL my inboxes and drafts#kevjean#kevin day#jean moreau
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DAY 13: the creature lisa frank edition
#codacheetah#isat#in stars and time#isat loop#two high effort drawings in a row?! holy moly#don't expect this to continue i just had a psychic vision while in bed last night and knew i had to do it. sorry to the prompts in my inbox#i'll get to y'all soon. i didnt forget about you guys#umm anyways. the fucking creature#inspired by cikrovat and startagainaprologue's creatures primarily they are so good#i think loop should get to be a weird ass furry. they deserve it.
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Delicious
âWild, could you please chew more quietly, youâre going to give me a headache,â Legend grumbled, and turned to glare at him when he loudly crunched what was in his mouth again, âwhat even are you eating thatâs making so much noise?!â
âRocks,â Wild said completely straight-faced, and at Legendâs disbelieving look, he merely shrugged. âTheyâre delicious.â
#answers from the floor#telemna hyelle my beloved#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu wild#three sentence prompt#wild being an agent of chaos without even trying#as he should be#this was the last one I had in my inbox but Iâll take a few more still if people want to send them
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it seems I am a little too rusty and out of the habit of regular writing to spontaneously produce poems very often. so i'm re-opening prompts! three word prompts are traditional around here, but feel free to send me other types of prompts as well if you'd like
#sylvie speaks#i will not promise to get to them very quickly but i will try to get to all of them eventually#i currently have three still in my inbox from the last set of prompts#which i hope to write up this weekend
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Misc (QoL?) Update
Hey hi, hello, I've finished what was supposed to be a UI update, which turned into a 'cleaning up the code' update. Most of the changes, you probably won't notice. But some you will (especially because old saves may be a little broken)!
List of changes:
Overhauled Stats + Relationship pages
Added a Glossary Section
Added a Dyslexia Font Option
Added Achievement pop-ups
Chapter 2: Decided to add in a previously deleted scene (Lars/Nevio/Zoe lunch scene)
very minimal "rewrites" of some small scenes
Various typo/grammar/coding fixes
To add on, some of the coding changes were in the Prologue and Chapter 1, so it'd be best to replay from the beginning at some point. There's probably some other small things I am forgetting, but that should cover it!
#BA: updates#I'm so happy to be Free of this so I can just focus on Chapter 3#also now that I've finished this I can finish the remaining prompts in my inbox guilt free LMAO#so sorry for those that have been waiting for yours to be answered it'll be this weekend!! gonna try to marathon the last 7 remaining asks!
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Prompt idea! The first 300 words of an AU you've never written for before đ
Lexaâs left eye twitches irritability as she once again feels fat water droplets spray against her feet, interrupting the entirely pleasant nap sheâd been having, where she and Ali Krieger had been having a tasteful yet romantic dinner somewhere in the French countryside. Sitting up and shoving her large sunglasses off her eyes with one annoyed swoop, she blinks against the suddenly bright rays of sun that crowd her vision.
It was the perfect pool day at  Polisâs community pool- bright, cerulean sky, a soft, warm breeze, and the temperatures teetering just under 90 degrees. Lexa had seized the chance to sunbathe and read for a few hours on her day off work, shut off her pager, and practically skipped down the street to get settled on a lounger, ready to sip ice water and read sapphic smut until her eyes crossed, all while solidifying her tan in the teeniest bikini she owned.
However, for the past thirty minutes, some little snotty-nosed kid (probably un-supervised and just itching to cause mischief), had been sporadically sending showers of water arching through the air to mist Lexa as she sat innocently in her perfectly positioned chair, placed specifically to get the maximum amount of afternoon sunshine possible. Itâs not that Lexa didnât like kids- she adored Raven and Anyaâs adopted son, Aden, with every fiber of her being. However, random children in the general public? Lexa generally avoided them, finding them sticky, whiny, and rude.
Another scattered shower of chlorinated water doused her feet as she felt her patience waning rapidly. Standing up, she felt her eyebrows slide into a glower as she searched for the culprit. Seeing a dark-haired little girl pop up like a seal from the bottom of the pool, a bright smile stretching across her face as she triumphantly popped up, water frisbee in hand, Lexa leveled a finger at the kid, whose smile quickly vanished as she took in Lexa, towering over her on the pool deck, clad in a black swimsuit.
âItâs rude to splash strangers, you know-â Lexa had begun to grumble indignantly to the little kid, eyes searching for the parent of this clear mischief maker, when the most beautiful woman Lexa had even laid eyes upon swam up beside the little girl, hosting her onto her hip and lovingly smoothing the wet hair out of her eyes before leveling a glare packed with the heat of a thousand suns onto a suddenly stunned Lexa-
âYou scold my kid again, youâre going to get a lot more than a little bit of pool water on you, lady.â
#clarke as a momma#teeny madi my sweet angel#pool au#clexa#this ask has been lingering in my inbox for TWO YEARS#op I am so so sorry#just know if you've sent me a good prompt in the last two years i am stock piling them like a little squirrel preparing for winter
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I feel like I am once again approaching burnout with my current story, so if any of you has a one-shot prompt to send my way, it will be greatly appreciated đ
I just want something to keep me writing until I can fully focus on Patchwork Pod again
#prompts#please and thanks <3#im down to the last prompt from my inbox#batman#batfam#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#nightwing#red hood#red robin#robin#superman#clark kent#superbat
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57 - 83, correspondence in a haunted house :3
Codywan, warning for Order 66 and all that implies. Apologies to @ilthit; I know these aren't your blorbos. And apologies to everybody whose blorbos they are for the angst.
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The hut looks utilitarian from the outside, in the ugly way all buildings designed for hostile environments do - a squat, ugly thing, trying to protect life in the Tatooinian deserts that are so unforgiving to it. It reminds Cody of the war, of efficiently designed ships and makeshift shelters. Obi-Wan always hated the war, despite excelling at it.
"This isn't the kind of place I expected you to settle down in."
Cody's voice is hoarse. Who's to say from what. Lack of use. Too much of it.
"And yet, you found me." Obi-Wan's words flow the same way they always did, smooth like honey and crisp like fresh water, despite his having spent the last however kriffing many years as a hermit with no one to talk to but his personal demons.
Tatooine in general is nothing like the places Obi-Wan used to be most at ease, back when they worked together. He was at home in the lively cityscape of Coruscant, and enjoyed sojourns on planets teeming with green, living things.
"Cody, I-"
His voice is closer now. Cody didn't hear him move.
"Still not one for materialism, I see."
He slowly makes his way through the main room, stepping around sparse furnishings and careful to keep his eyes off the sleeping area.
"Well, a nexu can't change its stripes."
Obi-Wan is in front of him again, as if by magic, or some Force trick. There's a softness in his voice, and it sinks into Cody's gut like a vibroblade.
"I thought I changed." He stares at the ground because he can't look up at Obi-Wan, and he can't look back at the bed.
"Oh darling, that was never you."
"It still is me. I shouldn't have come. I should have stayed away."
"I've missed you."
Obi-Wan's feet shuffle into view, soft cloth coots and soft leg wrappings silent where Cody's beaten armour creaks with each breath he takes.
To be fair, they are rather heaving breaths.
"I've missed you too. Once I could again."
He's through the kitchen, now. There's a pantry to his left, and a bathroom to his right. That's the extend of the hut; there's nowhere else to go.
Obi-Wan stays in front of him, even as he turns around.
"I mourned you. I thought I killed you. When I heard rumours that you were still alive, I couldn't help myself."
There's a side door in the kitchen. He should go there instead of back to the living area. That's where the bed is.
"Cody, dear. You came all the way to see me. Won't you look at me? I promise, all that could happen already has."
He can hear the ventilation unit running to the side. Despite its reassuring hum, Cody can't breathe properly.
"I thought I was safe for you."
"Calm yourself, Cody. You are safe for me now."
They are standing close enough now that, underneath his armour, the hairs on Cody's arms stand on edge.
Cody gives up and looks up. He never could help himself, or he wouldn't have come in the first place.
Obi-Wan's eyes are blue, so blue, and the skin around them is lined with crow's feet and sorrow. Even now, the smile they crinkle with is sad.
"There you are, darling," he says. He's so close, and yet his breath doesn't cool the sweat on Cody's face.
Nothing more does happen as Cody looks at him and Cody, Cody finally gets to see him.
It already has, after all.
Through Obi-Wan, blue, blue, blue like the sky and just as untouchable, he can make out the shape of the corpse tangled in the sheets, a curl of steam still rising from the blaster hole C-2224 put between his eyes.
Good soldiers follow orders, the Jedi are traitors, and Cody sinks to the ground while the illusion of the man who paid for his mistake asks him to breathe.
#star wars#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#not!fic#me last weekend: okay it's decided i will write the fake sith obi wan au#it'll be slow going and take a long time but i'll just have to work at it steadily#me this week: actually let me write a ficlet for this other prompt i still have in my inbox
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Zhen@Hope: The Ho-oh approached the woman with a small grin, "You know I never seen one of you before. I hope I'm not being rude by this." A laugh from him as he scratched the back of his head. "Are you related to the night or something?" He knew he was in the present of the God but he couldn't help but to act relaxed, he was having fun.
"It's trivial in the face of eternity." She smiled, "Does it truly matter if its rude or not? Asking questions is how we learn after all." "As for being related to the night, you have a keen eye there! I would expect nothing less from a..." Hope hummed in thought as she glanced over him, it was clear he was no mortal. "Let's see..."
"I know some find the title a little too much." "My appearance likely gave it away, but if you need know. Some mortals call me the Goddess of the Night, others the Moone Goddess, but I personally prefer to be known as solely Hope. For It's what I bring those I protect."
"It was what my creator Xerneas made me for after all. To watch over the stars and bring Hope for the future after the war." She grinned, "And you? You remind me of the God of Fortune in my universe, he's quite the fiery character! He protects the skies and brings blessings of wealth to the mortals. Though I must say, that old god is less easy on the eyes than you. I quite like your attire, very elegant and stylish."
#LoUsleepover#Gods: Lunala#Last fully colored ask for the time being#everything else will be sketches and text#To the people who's asks I answer Hope might prompt people to talk more but its the end of the event soon so you can ignore it#I wrote most of these a while ago#Also! Thank you for the ask >:D I got super excited when I seen you in my inbox#Event: LoUsleepover
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thank you to those that sent me some prompts! i didnt manage to get to them this weekend but i will definitely get to them at some point soon !!
#also the other prompts from like february are still sitting in my inbox i promise they will get answered one day#im just rly bad at making time for art lol#case in point: my last piece
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#wip tag#i wanna write something in the modern timeline.#i wanna open my inbox for prompts but i still have prompts from the LAST time i did that.
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hey guys remember that fun time when you spammed my inbox with pacbo... what if we did that again. with either pacbo or fitbo or fitpacbo.
#jay word vomits#my writing#im not posting this yet#its gonna stay in drafts until i've finished every last prompt in my main blog inbox#<-i have three left so this is coming out#i also finally beat my sickness's ass#so im gonna work on reqs at work#because i have to write#or i di e
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More Avatar writing prompts please <3
#can be for an existing AU or a new thing#I like opening my inbox after dinner and feeling semi-productive because I'm writing something anything#avatar the last airbender#atla#dragon Zuko and chaos avatar Zuko prompts especially welcome
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