#janna tag

[easterndaylighttime]

I love when I'm on the wikipedia page for a species and it says "least concern". one less thing to worry about 👍

[formulaonedirection]

"Monza is for the dreamers" is now tattooed to the inside of my skull thank you Nadia 😽😽 no seriously I read your tag and it's just been this constant echo of hope in my heart ever since let's manifest it 🙏❤️‍🔥

NO IT'S TRUEEEEEE. Monza is not for non believers who don't even look like they enjoy it when they win. Monza is for the passionate!!!! Monza is for the dreamers 🥰

[jasontoddssuper]

Credits to @/lovxgod on tiktok but REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL REALLLLLLLLLLLLLL(I'm Star and Kelli btw!!)

[fluffykitty149]

I had a very funny idea

Marco internally: Okay, the mood is nice, tension has been cleared. Time to tell Jackie I’m trans.

Marco: Jackie, I’ve wanted to tell you something for a while now.

Jackie: Me too Marco.

Marco a little surprised but shrugs it off: You wanna go first?

Jackie looking nervous: Uh, maybe?

Marco confused but wants to be supportive: Okay, how about we say it together okay? One, two, three-

Jackie: I’M GAY!!

Marco frozen:

Jackie feeling scared: Marco? Please say something,

Marco’s brain rebooting: I’m bi

Jackie blinks in surprise then smiles: Really! That’s great Marco! Is there someone you’re interested in?

Marco: I uh-

Jackie: I honestly felt like shit for dating you due to het comp but at least I know I’m not alone in this! 😊

Marco: Yeah! Yeah, his name is Tom?

Marco internally: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!??!

Jackie: Cool! How did you two meet?

Marco losing her mental stability by the second: He’s Star’s ex.

Jackie: Oh I’m sorry dude! *she hugs her* I’m sure things will work out. In the meantime, we should probably break up. It’s best to be honest with ourselves you know?

Marco who’s had a legitimate crush on her since she was a kid: M’kay, thanks Jackie.

Jackie: I should be thanking you instead. I felt so guilty for what happened between you and Star and then realizing it was all for nothing.

Marco managing to snap out of it a bit: Jackie, what happens with Star wasn’t your fault.

Jackie rubs her arm: I know that’s technically true but every time I look back, I see Star crying as she runs away it and makes my heart shatter, y’a know?

Marco also feeling unnecessary guilt over what happened: Yeah, I get it.

Jackie: I knew you would. *she hugs her one final time then hops on her skateboard* stay cool okay?

Marco dealing with all of this at once: Uh huh, you too.

Jackie skates away and once she’s out of sight Marco pulls her hoodie up and curls into a ball: Please god, if you’re out there, take me now.

Janna watching all of this from a bush: Lmao mission failed successfully.

I have a part two if anyone is interested

[smilesobrien]

day 3 oc-tober... havent drawn des since 2020 so i feel he counts as an old oc... haha!! experimenting with a faux sticker look

[kii2me2ii2]

[hands you the t4t janedirks]

They're in diamonds your honour

+ref

[leonardcohenofficial]

what are the qualifications of an ideal blunt rotation

an ideal blunt rotation has to consist of individuals that 1) would be fun to smoke a blunt with individually and 2) would be fun to smoke with in that particular grouping/would have a solid collective vibe

[ladylynse]

Gravity falls and star vs the forces of evil

Dipper x janna

Word magic

Okay. I misread this in my email. I got the GF/SvtFoE part. And I almost got the ship. But somehow I got 'Evil!Dipper' instead of just 'Dipper' and I wrote that before re-reading this so uh. Bonus three sentences under the cut, I guess?

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Sometimes, Dipper still couldn’t believe it had started as simply as it had—“You shouldn’t be able to do that,” she’d said from the shadows, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin and successfully causing him to flub the fire spell he’d been trying out on his would-be campfire, leaving his fingertips coated with ashes instead of sparks—but Janna….

Janna hadn’t laughed at him for believing what he did, hadn’t tried to explain it away, and hadn’t run when she’d realized it was truly magic he wielded and not magic tricks; she’d grinned and asked him to teach her.

She was better at it than he was, and she would rub in that little fact at every opportunity and then some, but the friendly competition helped him improve more than his studying alone ever had, and she…she made him better in a different way, too, and not just when it came to research—even if that’s all he told Mabel the two of them were doing, though he was well aware from her flat look that she didn’t buy it for a second.

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see more fics | crossovers 

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Bonus: Janna/Evil!Dipper

Janna wasn’t fooling herself; she knew about the part of Dipper that he tried to keep hidden from her and her friends, the part that had Tom frowning at him behind his back, Jackie raising her eyebrows at Janna whenever Dipper wasn’t looking, Marco acting even more protective of everyone than usual, and Star hesitating a split second before offering a smile after a not-quite-joking remark on Dipper’s part.

That part, however well or poorly hidden, connected to Dipper’s past—though all Janna had managed to ferret out so far was that he had a sister he teasingly called Shooting Star—but it was also, unquestioningly, related to magic.

Dipper, despite what Star had done, could still do magic, still had a functioning spell book, or a least a journal with spells in it that seemed more reliable than Star’s spells had ever been, and maybe Janna just found the allure of magic intoxicating, maybe she was drawn to him because he was wielding a power no one else could, maybe she had kissed him that first time simply to get a closer look at the book he’d tried to hide from her when she’d walked in on him without knocking—but the thrill of this, whatever this was, had her seeking more, and he hadn’t turned her away yet.

[fakeoutbf]

andy!!!!!!! happy birthday!!! i wish i could give you a birthday card but.. well.. instead you get this. 💌 i hope your day will be filled with lots of love and laughter and tasty cake and everything wonderful bc you deserve only the best!! <3 <3 thank you for being such a lovely friend to me, thank you for always ranting with me and thank you for being so kind. i appreciate you and our friendship so so so very much. i’m sending you ALL the hugs and love 🎉🎂🩷✨

janna i’m 🥺😭

this is so so lovely, you are so so lovely. thank you so much for all the wonderful birthday wishes, thank you so so much for your beautiful friendship, and thank you even more for putting up with me ily ahwjrjdje 💖

[awritingcaitlin]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @mjjune for the words heart, pulse, hair, sigh, gasp

And again, since I love these things, I could not resist. Have some snippets from The Brewing War.

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Heart

She found them. Two Nidtrins up the street. Both women wore blouses cropped to show their navels and a generous amount of chest with tight pants to emphasize the curves of their legs.

Riela swallowed and told herself it was mid-morning and there probably wouldn’t be an altercation of any sorts. Her heart pounded all the same.

She looked for a means to avoid the pair. Unfortunately, there weren’t any places to turn and not look out of place. The little alleys in between the shops weren’t places two shoppers would go under normal circumstances. The next road was beyond the Nidtrins.

As it was, with Riela and Janna stopped as they were, they’d draw attention sooner or later.

“Come on,” Riela whispered. “Let’s see if we can get past them without them saying anything to us.”

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Pulse

Janna’s body went rigid, then her eyes flew open. Mica grinned.

“Breathing, good,” she reported. “Pulse, a little higher than normal. You’ll wanna stay away from caffeine for the next day. Unless of course you get knocked unconscious again. But, most importantly, how do you feel?”

“What…?” Janna gasped.

“Oh, gave you a stimulant to wake you up,” Mica shrugged. “Nothing too fancy like theramancy or anything. You should drink some water.”

“Here,” Adrian said, grabbing a glass off a table. Janna took it and sipped.

“You keep those things on hand?” Adler asked.

“Well, duh!” Mica replied. “The pirates would get themselves injured all the time. And lemme tell you! If we’re in a boarding party and one of them falls unconscious, we gotta make sure everyone stays awake enough to keep their butts on the ship. Honestly, I’ve seen loads of head injuries: boarding parties, random fights, times they didn’t listen to me in the engine room!”

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Hair

On her way to the kitchen, Riela noticed a pair of Nidtrins strut into the Tom. The cleric’s black hair cascaded down her back. She had a huge ruby at her throat and was wearing the Nidtrin-usual cropped blouse. Her pointed ears had black tattoos spiraling up them, looking like earrings. Her bodyguard had stick-straight blonde hair and bandages around one arm. Riela wondered if they were covering wounds or tattoos.

They sat at one of Sean’s tables and Riela left them alone.

“Nidtrins,” Riela whispered to Nathaniel as she picked up orders.

He nodded curtly.

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Gasp

“The Berthan Army will be here soon,” Captain Cherrybrick added as the car continued to rock and shudder. “This vehicle is spelled and well-armored. We can wait it out.”

The words hardly left Captain Cherrybrick’s mouth when the crowd suddenly parted and a crazed man stepped forward-flanked by a pale woman in a crop-top on his left and a large man with a belt-fed machine gun on his right. The woman pointed at the car and the crazed man drew power into his hands and flung a ball of white, crackling lightning at the car. The searing spell struck the car and the interplay of energies made the hairs on Rinnie’s arms stand up. The air smelled of ozone. With a painfully loud pop, the protective spells on the car’s armor gave way and broke.

Rinnie gasped. Actual fear rose in her chest. Ilani didn’t move.

The man with the machine gun leveled his weapon and opened up with a chattering, sustained burst, killing many of the protestors who had been shaking the car. The windshield held for a moment under the impacts and then broke, filling the cab with flying glass and the driver’s blood. The machine-gunner stopped firing; his barrel glowed red-hot.

“Shendrich!” Cherrybrick roared. “We need to move before he reloads or that fucking mage recovers enough for another spell!”

Rinnie felt herself get dragged out of the car.

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Sigh

“Fuck,” he breathed. Using his other hand, he peeled the fingers back one-by-one, having no idea what to do with the giant ring on his finger, and looked at the blue translucent fluid in the thick vial. It was all there.

What was it? He couldn’t remember. Still, he let out a sigh of relief without knowing why and set the vial in his lap. He examined it while massaging his hand.

“What is this?” he asked.

“We don’t know, Sir,” Adler replied. “You specifically were sent here to get it. So it must be important.”

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Tagging @bebewrites, @tananaphone, @carrotblr, @legiomiam, and @jediqueen95 for the words: find, breathe, back, wait, hand

[formulaonedirection]

Remember the Spurs-adjacent content I told you about? Well it was in fact about the NFL game hosted at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, my favorite team played there last week (and won!), they sent two players over to the UK earlier this year for some [content] including a jersey swap, and KJ was wearing his Spurs jersey pre-game 😊 I don't care for soccer (sorry) but it made me think of you so I thought it was nice ☺️ if those are not your spurs and your jerseys and I messed up cause I don't know a thing about soccer please ignore

Also the locker room at your stadium is quite nice, that's pretty much all I have to say about it, had Danielle Hunter rolling around on the floor for? some reason? Him and KJ were just so utterly helpless outside their American/NFL bubble it was delightful 💜 (haven't seen any pictures of Danielle wearing his Spurs jersey, perhaps it just didn't fit cause the guy is massive..)

Anyway. Hope you can stay cuddled up and cozy in your bed and enjoy your day 😽

Ahhhh friend thank you that's indeed our kit and oh my....they look.....very......good.....on Osborne 17.........👁👁 I don't know anything about the Minnesota Vikings (?) outside of that uh Lizzo song but I am looking 🧐

Our stadium is beautiful if I do say so myself hehe it's very new but money so well spent I could walk around in there forever 😊 Here's a gratuitous picture just cause

[jasontoddssuper]

Svtfoe s/i because this show meant the world to me as a kid

Olivia 'Ollie' de la Rosa,Marco's cousin on Angela's side!!He's 19/20,transmasc genderfluid and bigender,neurodivergent-autistic especially!-and half afro-dominican thanks to his dad.Him and Marco were always like siblings growing up and unknowingly validated eachother's genders very often,with Marco having been connected to femininity from the start and Ollie having been a big tomboy when he was younger.His parents were ignorant but not malicious about his queerness and neurodivergence and tried their best to support him despite not understanding him

He was a special ed kid and that put a damper on his self-eestem thanks to getting bullied for it but Star coming in and bringing the magic of the other dimensions with her and him joining in on her and Marco's shenanigans a lot helped him love himself for being different from other humans and he grew into a very unashamedly weird and bubbly person!!Also over the course of the series,he becomes femme and his egg cracks thanks to Marco coming out as a trans girl in season 3 and changing her name to Minerva and going by 'Minnie' to match him♡He has intergenerational friendships with Jackie,Janna and Tom too and acts as the 'Team Mom/Big Sister' to all five of them!!And also knows tons on magic to the point of being an expert by human standards <3 He even ends up getting his own wand made for him by Moon as a thank you for all his help in saving Mewni,which is pastel punk themed!!

Hope you like him!!If you do,feel free to comment or ask questions!

[th3h0nkz]

Some x Reader fanfics plots for my favorite milfs/dilf from Arcane part 3

Part 1 and Part 2 for those who are intrested

A plot that I miss seeing in fanfics is the whole "I used to hate you, but one day I woke up and we were married", that's so much angst there to explore that it feels like a waste not to write it. I can see this plot happening either to Sevika or Ambessa.

For Sevika, I can see Reader being someone from a rich family from Piltolver and them both end up meeting because Silco and Readers parents became associates so they have to deal with each other daily, till one day, at a fancy gala both Sevika and Reader end up fighting again so reader decides to drink till they can't remember anything but, at the next day, they woke up in a bed that is not theirs and with Sevikas arm around them.

With Ambessa I see more them being "forced" to marry each other as a political move, but Reader is obviously against the idea since they know Ambessa's fame between.... everyone practically, so they made sure to make Ambessa's life a living hell so she would give up on the wedding idea but, one day while trying to run away from the Medarda's palace, Reader end up hurting themselves and the next day wake up on Ambessa's bed thinking this is all a punishment from Janna herself for trying to make the wedding not happen.

Another plot that I think is kinda cute is the "they're the babysitter of my kid so I've to keep myself professional", and obviously this plot is perfect for both Silco and Grayson

For Silco i can see the typical "you save my daughters life and now she wants you on her life forever" BUT with a twist, this hole time saving Jinx life was part of the plan to destroy Silco reign, unfortunally, Reader ends up falling in love with Silco and gets attached to Jinx and now they have to choose between helping the rebellion or leaving everything behinde to keep living their with their "perfect" little family

Now, with Grayson is more of the whole cliche of the plot, Reader is hired by the Kirammans and since Caitlyn is begging her shooting clasess and Cassandra is still against it, it kinda becomes Reader jobs to find any excuse so Caitlyn dosen't take the classes anymore but, obviusly, they end up falling for Grayson at first sight I might add so things end up complicated because they don't want to loose their job as much as they want to spend the most time with Grayson as possible.

And that's it :), if you guys ever write any of the things i post please tag me or send me the link ;)

[smilesobrien]

anybody remember these gay bitches

[abitohoney]

Insatiable

CH7 - Make me Yours AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6 || CH7

Vampire Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Story Tags: Vampire Sevika, Soft Sevika, liaison reader, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Grinding, Sexual Tension, Biting, Drinking, Smut, Clothed Sex, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Assault, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Minor Character Death, Vampire Silco, vampire Ran, definitely took some creative liberties on vampire lore here, Menstrual Sex, Menstruation Kink, Strap-Ons, Overstimulation

Word Count: 4.2k

Story Summary: As the new liaison between Piltover and the Undercity, you've been guided by the enigmatic escort Ran to meet with their boss- and fearsome criminal kingpin- Silco, as well as his alluring right-hand woman Sevika. You're well aware that plenty of shady things take place in the depths below, but there's something particularly mysterious about these three that you can't quite put your finger on.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

“We- You- have a decision to make.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, puzzled as to what you could possibly have to choose from in this situation.

“I can’t control myself around you. If we continue these weekly meetings, you’re not going to survive much longer.”

You didn’t doubt her words. The effects of her bites were more than obvious.

“So we either end this and you never speak of what you’ve learned, I turn you, or…” she trailed off for a moment before hesitantly meeting your gaze. “...or you become my blood servant.”

Your brows rose high. The first two options were honestly not so surprising, and pretty straightforward, but what in Janna’s name did she mean by ‘blood servant’? You supposed it was just as it sounded, but you were intrigued as to the details of what that would entail.

“Blood servant?”

“Yes. You become my main source of blood, but with the regenerative benefits of a full vampire, so you recover quickly. No other vampire may feed off you and you’ll be required to stay near me.” She averted her gaze again before continuing. “Basically a form of an eternal bond.”

Chewing at the inside of your cheek, you thought over the options. If it were entirely up to you, the first option was definitely out of the running. You were head over heels for this woman and the thought of no longer seeing her made your chest ache and throat swell. The second option wasn’t that much more appealing. You’d be forced to feed on others as a vampire, something you had no interest in. Being her ‘blood servant’ honestly sounded incredibly appealing. Having to be near her at all times, allowing her to continue feeding from you, being bound to her- that all seemed incredibly enticing. But this decision shouldn’t be up to just you. She had just as much a say in the matter.

“What would you want?” you asked.

Sevika turned back to you, eyes wide. “It- it’s not up to me,” she said, almost angrily.

“I think this is up to both of us,” you said and rose to your feet. You stepped closer to her, eyes locked on hers. “You have just as much say as I do. So what do you want?”

She peered down at you, stunned that you cared what she thought. That you were even considering some of the options. Her eyes searched yours, and you were certain she was trying to read your thoughts. She was afraid to admit her desires. Afraid you’d reject her.

“Do you want to continue seeing me?” you asked, hoping to help her voice her opinion.

She stood silent for a moment, her brows pulled tight. Her throat bobbed and she licked her lips.

“I’d like to keep seeing you,” you admitted with a shy smile.

Her lips slowly curled up at one side. Clearly that was what she was hoping for.

“So, what do you want?” you asked again.

“You.”

Your cheeks warmed. Such a simple response, but said with such finality, like there was no doubt in her mind she wanted to be with you.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to be yours.” Your smile grew along with hers and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around her waist beneath her cloak. “Your servant for whatever you need.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you against her rigid body. “There is some risk with the conversion,” she said quietly, watching your expression carefully. “I’ll have to be careful not to remove too much of your blood, otherwise you may become a vampire instead. You’ll also have to drink some of my blood. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” You stretched up on your toes and kissed her scarred cheek. You swore for a moment you saw that rich brown skin blush, but before you could confirm, she leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’ll be sure to distract you throughout the process,” she said with a smirk.

A warmth spread through your body at her words. That sultry, sexy voice made your core ache with need. You had no doubt she could distract you. She’d done it plenty of times before.

Sevika stepped back and slipped her metal hand around to the small of your back, gently guiding you out of the bedroom.

She took you to the mysterious adjacent room. Removing a key from her satchel, she unlocked the door and allowed you to step inside first. She turned on the light, illuminating the surprisingly near-empty room. She stepped past you as you scanned the room.

Along the wall directly across from you was a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The small window on the adjacent wall was completely covered by dark drapes. Though you assumed that was to block any light that might make its way into the depths of Zaun while she slept, you found no bed whatsoever. But what it did have, to your surprise, was what appeared to be a very large coffin.

Oh Janna, does she sleep in that?

Is that what we're going to–

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sevika's smirk when she turned to face you. “Frightened?”

That was a loaded question. Despite you agreeing to this, you were no doubt a bit frightened. This entire situation was anything but calming. Yet, you'd be lying if you claimed it didn't also excite you.

“I'm not scared of you, if that’s what you mean,” you said softly, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

Sevika stepped closer, the toes of her shoes touching yours. With your chin between her thumb and forefinger, she tilted your head back.

You met her gaze, breath catching at the gentle touch and concern in her eyes.

“Having second thoughts?” She asked quietly, her eyes searching yours.

“Not at all. I want this. I want you.”

The little crooked grin she wore made your legs weak. She was so damn charming.

She must have sensed your desire to kiss her, as she slowly lowered her head to bring her lips to yours.

You sighed contentedly against her and slipped your hands up her chest to grasp at the fabric of her cloak.

Her prosthetic arm slid around your lower back, pulling your body closer to hers as she deepened the kiss.

Any bit of remaining doubt or worry quickly began to fade away beneath her touch, her kiss. Despite the dangerous nature of her kind, you’d never felt safer than you did in her arms. As if nothing could harm you so long as you had her. She would be your protector, and in return you would gladly be her source of nourishment.

When she broke the kiss, your half-lidded eyes met hers briefly, both of you full to the brim with adoration and lust.

She took a half step back and slipped her fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, tips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her gaze met yours briefly, and with your nod of approval, she carefully pulled your shirt up over your head before tossing it aside. She took a moment to appreciate the swell of your breasts from where they peeked out of the top of your bra. Metal and flesh thumbs gently grazed the supple flesh along the edge of the thin material. Those gray eyes slowly bled into a glowing mix of purple and red. Her lips parted, her warm breath and the scent of smoke and spices washing over your face.

Her eyes closely watched your expression as she stepped closer again and reached around your back to release the clasp of your bra. The feeling of her clothed chest pressed to your nearly naked one had your fingers twitching at your sides, dying to pull her even closer. But you remained still, allowing her to remove your bra and add it to the growing pile.

Her fingers trailed down your back and sides, nails lightly scratching along the sensitive flesh and sending a chill down your spine. She chuckled lowly at your visible reaction.

Janna, her deep, sultry laugh made your legs weak. The anticipation of what was to come did nothing to ease it either.

She slowly released each of the buttons on your pants. As she pulled them down your legs, she dropped to her knees before you. Her mouth was dreadfully close to your aching cunt, her hungry gaze locked on that exact point.

You had to reach out and grasp her shoulders as she helped you out of your shoes and pants, not trusting yourself to stand on your shaky legs. That was when you realized you weren’t wearing the same underwear you’d had on earlier that night.

Noticing your puzzled look, Sevika smirked up at you as she smoothed her hands up the sides of your legs towards your waist. “Got a little impatient earlier. Ripped ‘em off. Had to get you a new pair,” she explained.

Heat crawled up your neck and flooded your cheeks.

That definitely explained the bite marks on the inside of your thigh.

You said nothing. Just watched in anticipation as her fingers slid beneath the waistband of your underwear. For someone who claimed to be so impatient earlier, she sure as hell was enjoying torturing you by taking her damn sweet time now.

She deliberately pulled them down bit by bit, her attention flitting between your flustered expression and the apex of your thighs. But as she pulled them past your knees, something caught your eye. A fairly large red spot stained your clothing. At first, you assumed it was left over from the bite, but as she pulled them further away, you realized that was not at all what it was.

You gasped, eyes going wide and cheeks burning. “Sevika,” you gasped. You were met with red eyes, but they weren’t nearly as red as they had been seconds ago. They had become nothing more than a small ring of color, overtaken by her widened pupils. You swallowed. “Sevika, I- I’m…” you trailed off, your body aching at the feral look in her eyes.

“You think I didn’t know? Couldn’t smell it a mile away?” she asked, voice sinfully deep and laced with lust.

You gaped down at her in utter shock. Was she implying she was okay with it? Or, considering the way she looked downright starving, that she was well more than just okay with it?

She pressed a lingering kiss to your mound before rising to her feet.

You know stood entirely nude while she towered over you fully clothed. It felt intimidating. You were her powerless, vulnerable, helpless little prey. But as she scooped you up into her strong arms and against her chest, you gave yourself to her willingly.

She carried you over to the coffin, using the tip of her shoe to kick the lid open. After pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth, she carefully knelt down and set you inside. “Don’t go anywhere, sweetheart,” she said with a predatory smile, revealing those sharp fangs.

You smiled up at her bashfully.

When she walked away, you took in your surroundings. The coffin was surprisingly large. It was almost as if it was intended for two, even with Sevika’s larger-than-average build. Not only was it considerably wider than normal, it was also longer and deeper. To the point you couldn’t see Sevika as she headed towards the opposite end of the room. It was comfortably lined with soft white linen and padding. In all honesty it felt more comfortable than your own bed, if not a bit creepy and macabre. Though admittedly that only added to the excitement.

From across the room you could hear Sevika shuffling through a drawer. Curious as to what she was doing, you sat up and peered over in her direction. Her back was to you, but you could see she had removed her cloak and satchel. Then she pulled out a harness and strap-on from one of the drawers. You rubbed your slick thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was quickly growing stronger with every passing second.

Sevika turned, a smirk pulling at her lips when she caught you staring at the strap. “Eager?” she teased.

She had no idea just how much.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded as she strolled towards you. She stood beside the coffin, smirking down at you for a moment before stepping into the harness. You found yourself unable to look away from the thick, black faux cock as she deliberately ran her large hand up and down its length, spreading a generous amount of lube. It was incredibly erotic and did nothing to calm your desire. She wiped the excess off on the side of her pants, then kicked off her shoes.

When she moved to step inside, you lay back down, body nearly trembling with anticipation. With her feet planted on either side of yours, she intentionally lingered there to watch you squirm beneath her. She was fully clothed except for that tauntingly delicious stretch of her abs, waist, and hips. And Janna, she was so damn big and powerful. She towered over you, casting you in complete darkness under her shadow. The size of her faux cock was just as intimidating. Thick, dark, and long.

The desperation to feel her became too much. You peered up at her with pleading eyes. “Sevika, please.”

She chuckled softly. “Make room for me between those pretty legs.”

You opened your legs, cheeks burning hotter when she eyed the mess between them. “Are- are you sure about this?” you stammered as she dropped to her knees between the spread of yours.

Resting the palm of her augmented arm beside your head, she leaned over you with a lopsided grin. “Already forget what I am?” she asked with a raise of her brow.

Of course you understood her desire for blood, but this was a bit different. Wasn’t it?

“No. I just- I mean we’re going to make quite a mess,” you replied with an airy laugh.

Her human hand smoothed up the side of your leg before slipping beneath the knee to lift it higher and open you up more. “I’ll clean you up.”

Before you could reply, her mouth was pressed to yours. You reached up to thread your fingers through her dark, silky hair and pull her closer. You prodded at her lips for entrance. The moment she parted them, your tongue darted inside to run along her teeth. When you passed over one of her sharp fangs, you gasped. The way she smirked against your lips in response only served to make you all the more desperate for her.

Sevika slid her hand further up the side of your thigh, over the soft curves of your hip and waist, all the way up to your breast. She wrapped those delightfully large fingers around it, groping roughly while you moaned beneath her. Before she pulled away from the kiss, she sunk those sharp teeth into your bottom lip and tugged.

The metallic taste of blood hit your tongue. A soft whine fell past your lips, but not from the pain. From the way her tongue teased along the tiny marks. The way she growled hungrily. The way her hand squeezed your flesh as she tasted you.

“You’re so fucking addictive,” she growled.

You peered up at her through half-lidded eyes. She met your gaze with pupils blown wide. The ache between your thighs was damn near excruciating. Never had you needed something- someone - so bad. Nor had you ever felt needed by someone so bad.

“I’m going to have a hard time controlling myself with you,” she breathed, “but I want you to tell me if you need to stop any of this.”

You swallowed and nodded, heart swelling at the sweetness this woman could exude even when she looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

“Tell me,” she insisted, eyes narrowed.

“I’ll tell you to stop,” you answered breathlessly, but you were certain you wouldn’t want her to stop anything she did to you.

She dipped back down to lick across the inside of your bleeding lip one more time before releasing your breast to reach down and line the head of her strap up with your entrance.

You watched as her pupils widened again, her heated gaze focused between your legs. Gently, she pushed just the tip inside, and it was a damn battle not to tense your muscles in anticipation. Her hand moved to join the other on the opposite side of your head. Her attention darted between your strained expression and the sight of her cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmured.

Those adoring words combined with the sensation of her slowly filling you had you mewling in bliss.

She only got about a quarter of the silicone cock inside you before pulling back out and easing back in again. She took her time working it in further and further, pushing in until you moaned, pulling back until you whined.

You weren’t sure if her pace was intended to drive you insane or to prevent any harm. Either way it was driving you insane. It felt so fucking good, yet it just wasn’t quite enough. One hand dug into the bedding beneath you, the other clung to her bicep.

“Sevika, please!” you begged.

“You’re taking my cock so good, sweetheart. Almost there,” she grunted as she gave one final push, sinking her cock all the way to the hilt.

You keened, overcome by the sensation of being filled to the brim. It was a perfect fit, as if made just for you. Janna, you weren’t gonna last long if it felt this good and she hadn’t even started going at it yet.

She gave you time to adjust while admiring how worked up you were already. The tiny beads of sweat forming along your brows. Your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. How your fingers clawed at her arm and the soft lining of the coffin. And your eyes, flitting between hers, silently pleading for more, and her plush lips as they curled into a haughty smile.

When you started to squirm beneath her, she finally took mercy on you. She dragged her cock out slowly before burying it all the way with one powerful snap of her hips.

You cried out, but Sevika was less accommodating this time around, giving you no time to recover before repeating the motion. Though the pace she set wasn’t brutal- at first-, each time she thrust inside you it was hard enough to rattle the coffin and quickly build up the pressure in the pit of your belly.

The moment she kicked up her rhythm, you lost all ability to hold back the sounds of pleasure fighting to break free. Moans, whines, and her name echoed off the walls of the room. You threw your head back against the padding of the coffin, mouth hung wide open and eyes rolling back.

Seeing your neck stretched out like that, Sevika took it as an open invitation. She leaned down onto the forearm of her metal arm while her flesh hand snuck between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. Her sharp teeth grazed along your neck, and you could feel her muscles tense as she fought the urge to sink her teeth in.

Every swipe of her finger across your clit in time with her cock slamming inside brought you closer to the edge. Your head swam with the pleasure, your body blazing despite your lack of clothing. Then she brought her mouth to your ear and you feared you might lose it right then and there to her intoxicatingly sexy voice.

“Ready?” she grunted as she thrusted inside you.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, not trusting your voice.

Another thrust.

“You sure?” she asked as she lifted her head.

“Please Sevika. Make me yours,” you begged, damn near crying with need.

You tilted your head forward to meet her pupil-blown eyes just before she dipped her head down and sank her fangs into the swell of a breast.

Pain and pleasure hit you like a freight train. Every muscle and vein in your body felt as if it were coursing with fire. You sobbed her name as you shook beneath her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you as she continued to fuck you and have her fill of your blood. Her frantic grunts and growls barely audible over the wild beating of your heart.

Just when it seemed your climax would never come to an end, Sevika released your flesh from her mouth, pulling back to stare hungrily down at you. The vision of her above you blurred, your eyes brimming with tears from the overstimulation. Her thrusting and teasing across your clit had stopped at some point without your realization, yet the pleasure remained. Her hand moved to her blood-coated lips. She sank her fangs into her wrist, then brought it to your parted lips, allowing the blood to fill your mouth and drip down your throat.

The metallic taste coated your tongue. You swallowed blindly, putting all your trust in her. Your body thrummed, the effects of the conversion already taking over. It was as if the sensations you’d felt while she drained you were now running in reverse, a warmth spreading throughout your veins.

With the ritual complete, Sevika removed her wrist from your mouth. She loomed over you for a moment, her eyes raking over your dazed expression and the marks she’d left on your breast. Several trickles of blood trailed down the side and into your cleavage. She lowered her head, running her warm tongue across your breast and cleaning away the remnants of blood.

You moaned weakly. You felt light-headed, dizzy, almost drunk on your post-orgasmic bliss and the aftereffects of the conversion. If you had needed to move for any reason, there was no possibility you could on your own. Every limb felt weak, a constant ache pulsating throughout them. You were spent.

Apparently, though, Sevika was not done with you yet. She slowly slid her cock out, pulling a disappointed and overstimulated groan from you as she did. She slipped off the strap-on and tossed it aside without care for the mess it made.

Though you couldn’t see it, you were certain the lining of the coffin beneath you had to be stained. Surely Sevika’s pants must have suffered the same fate. You could feel the wetness coating the insides of your thighs. Not only did Sevika not seem to care, she openly welcomed it.

She easily maneuvered your listless body further up the coffin, leaving her more space to move down between your legs. Metal and flesh hands slipped beneath your knees and pushed them up to spread you open for her.

If you’d been in your right mind, you’d have been more than a little embarrassed and flustered knowing the state of ruin you presented her. But when she lowered herself, settling between your thighs, you had a brief moment of clarity.

She’s not really going to…

“Sevika,” you said breathlessly. You tried to lift your head to peer down at her, but failed, simply too weak.

She said nothing, growling as she licked a thick stripe up the inside of one of your thighs.

You shuddered, overly sensitive to her touch. Another swipe of her tongue and you were mewling with shaky breaths.

She lapped at both of your thighs, cleaning every last drop of blood and release.

You attempted to close your legs when you felt her hot mouth press against your entrance, but her fingers pressed tight against the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to remain wide open. A pathetic whimper was all you could manage as she started lapping at your sensitive cunt.

Your head flooded with thoughts of how filthy and crude the action was. How depraved you must be to allow her to do such a thing. But Janna, her mouth felt so damn good. And the sounds she made- deep, animalistic growls, grunts, and groans- made your body ache more. It took no time at all for her to have you nearing your peak once again.

You came with a pathetic cry, your body shuddering as you rode that heavenly high. It didn’t end there though.

Sevika continued to lap at your weeping cunt like she was starved, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your ravaged body.

With no end in sight, all you could manage to think through the daze of your bliss was how Sevika was just so utterly and irrevocably–

Insatiable.