#send me requests !!! please !!!!

[lukecvntstellan]

send me requests xoxo

check my pinned posts for rules

i will write for most pjo or hoo characters

excluding

-> reyna, hazel, frank, and anyone from toa (i havent read toa, and i dont have an accurate judge of the other 3 yet)

i havent finished my hoo reread so im a bit rusty on some of my character lore

[sawyerconfort]

Catching You Wearing Their Shirt with The Rockford Peaches (+Max)...

Right! As always, when I open a new era on the blog, I start with a preference, and since I haven't done that in a while, I decided to use it to announce that I'm OFFICIALLY taking requests for A League of Their Own for now!

Since I watched this series, I've been obsessed with it and the cast in general, so I thought that with the lack of fanfics about them here on Tumblr, I'd start writing some. I hope you like it, and I hope you might be interested in the series as well. It is worth taking a look!

Anyway, let's go to the preference. Starting with a cute one and going until you guys get tired of fanfics with them hahahah

(Just to add, the fanfics with the Heathers and Stranger Things will still appear here and will be free to requests too, if you want).

You can send me an ask or comment on one of my last posts if you have any special requests... the rules and masterlist are fixed on my profile!

Enjoy!

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W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N . . .

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

* * *

Carson Shaw

She opened the door with force and haste, not giving a damn about the girls who were jostling each other, just so she could see you step into her field of vision and jump into your arms, giving you a kiss when the girls seemed to walk away. .

“We won!” she screamed, as soon as she parted from your lips. “We won, and it was no fun without you there to celebrate!”

“I know not,” you replied, smiling. “But I'm proud of your victory, that's what matters. I missed you like crazy here alone!”

Carson smiled pityingly and kissed you once more. The two of you were dating, but she had decided that it would be best to avoid public appearances, because people might be suspicious.

Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”

You blushed violently, caught off guard, thinking she wouldn't notice. "Yeah...", you stuttered. "I was missing you a lot, and I thought I could wear your shirt to have your scent closer to me and lessen the longing, who knows...", it was your turn to frown. "Why? Some problem? Did I get that ugly?”

“I think with the mask on, it’ll work a lot better,” Carson replied, her face serious and her brow furrowed. Seconds later, she was smiling and kissing you again, which made you understand that it was just a joke. “I'm kidding, baby. You don't look ugly even if you were wearing a watermelon around your neck. By the way, my shirt looked a lot better on you than it did on me, you know?”

Greta Gill

It happened in the same context between you and Carson. You were dating Greta and she was out for a game, the final. Knowing that girls would drink after they competed if they won, you knew that your girlfriend would be late and wouldn't be able to meet you.

But the longing was so much that you couldn't stand it. You had to wear a Greta T-shirt to assuage the urge to run after her so you could sleep better with her scent beside you.

When she opened the bedroom door to see if you were actually asleep, she was met with that adorable scene, and of course she recognized the shirt within the first few seconds.

Greta approached you and noticed your chest rising and falling, overcome with sleep. She smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover you completely so you wouldn't get cold.

"Sweet dreams, (Y\NN)...you can keep this shirt if you want", she whispered before leaving and closing the door again, a thousand times more in love with you.

Maxine Chapman

Max smiled at the sight of you getting on the bus, all dressed up and ready for the game you guys would have in another city. You sat next to her as usual and held her hands as she looked you right in the eye. Something was different about her girlfriend.

“There's something about you that doesn't feel right, (Y\N), what is it?”, she asked, still looking at your face.

You smiled, knowing what it would be, but you didn't really respond. "I don't know, what do you think, M?"

“Is it your hair?” she wanted to know. “My mom will kill you if you show up over the weekend with the shortest strands, you know that.”

You smiled again. “No, it's not my hair. Pay more attention, Max..."

She stared at you a few more times until she noticed, biting her lip in disbelief. “I can't believe it, you little thief! You stole my favorite shirt! That's why I wasn't finding it in the suitcase!”

Maybelle Fox

“(Y\N)!”

"Yes love?"

You came across a seemingly angry Maybelle. She was rummaging through her suitcase and had practically all of her clothes lying on the bed in the room she shared with Jo.

Her eyes widened when she noticed what you were wearing, and she walked over to you pushing you on the bed and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. "How do you dare? I thought girlfriends were for making deals!”

“What did I do, May?” you asked, a little confused.

“Now, isn't it obvious? Look at yourself, honey!”, she smiled, running her fingers through the fabric of the shirt and using it as a form of teasing. “This shirt is mine, it was in my suitcase until yesterday!”

It was your eyes' turn to widen. “Oh, is that your shirt? I thought it was mine! I was wondering about the scent on her!”, you reached out to kiss Maybelle quickly. “Sorry, May, do you want me to take it off?”

She held you once more and smiled, her expression suggestive. “Oh no, honey, not now! You can keep it for now. I'll borrow yours then. Remember how you told me that I would be lucky in the next game if I used it?”

And Maybelle left you there alone, in bed, full of unanswered questions about her, your weird random good luck charms and without the shirt you loved to wear so much. But you loved her just the same, and that was what mattered in the end.

Jo de Luca

Honestly, Jo doesn't really care whether or not you're wearing her shirt, and she even likes to see you go out of her way to tease her, but of course, every now and then some teasing wouldn't be lacking.After all, your girlfriend is Jo de Luca, right?

“Are you wearing my shirt again, birdy? (A/N: I predict a lot of fights with Greta over that nickname, huh)”, she would come telling you, just for fun.

“Force of habit,” you would reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Why? Don't you like it when I wear your shirt, Jo? Say it, and I'll take it off in a minute..."

She smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and kissing the muck that rose when she reached out. “I love it,” Jo replied, kissing your lips afterwards. "But you lack muscles, baby, you'll never get Jo de Luca's muscles, even if you're wearing my shirt."

Lupe Garcia

“Wow, what is this I'm seeing with my own eyes? Díos mio!”

You turned around to face Lupe standing in the doorway staring at you too, and revealing your body in her favorite shirt. Your cheeks flushed and you replied, in a low tone. “Is there a problem, dear?”

Lupe cleared her throat, looked at you with her eyes closed and smiled, approaching your body and taking you by the waist. "The only problem here is that you get extremely hot when you're wearing my shirt, cariño."

Giving in to the teasing, you let Lupe kiss you and throw your back onto the bed, giving you a sly smile.

"But we both agreed that you'd be better off without her, right?"

(I BELIEVE IN DADDY LUPE’S SUPREMACY SORRY FOLKS)

Jess McCready

"Love? Jess?”

“(Y\N)! No! GET MY SHIRT OFF YOUR BODY NOW!”

You smiled at your girlfriend's cute moment. Jess was very attached to her favorite T-shirt, and she hated people wearing it without asking permission. Since she treated you normally, because she thought she had no reason not to, you were on those people's list.

“Love, I'm so sorry,” you paused at the door, peering through the crack open while Jess had her face turned away so she wouldn't face you. "I know you like this shirt, I'm taking it off now, a minute!"

Suddenly, you were pulled inside with tremendous force, and Jess smiled as she pinned you to the wall. “God, you're so cute!” she whispered, kissing you. “You can have my shirt, beautiful, I don't mind. I have decided that I’ll make an exception for you in this regard.”

You smiled and kissed her playfully. “Of course, Ms. McCready.”

“But just for you, okay?” Jess whispered, approaching the door and yelling, now in a very loud voice. “DID YOU HEAR YOU IDIOTS? ONLY MY GIRLFRIEND CAN WEAR MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, IF I SEE SOMEONE WEARING MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, I WILL KILL THAT PERSON! THIS IS NOT A THREAT!”

God, your girlfriend was one of the cutest people in the world.

Esti Gonzales

“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”

Esti smiled at the sight of you wearing her favorite shirt. You turned to face her and were about to open your mouth to apologize when she said it, in slurred English. "Don't be sorry, (Y\NN), don't be sorry...you can have her."

"Are you sure? I can give it back to you if you want.”

She shook her head and hugged you, kissing your cheek. “You look cute with her. Besides, what's written on it really resonates with you, you know?”

Your eyes widened. The writing on the shirt was, of course, in Spanish, something you didn't quite master yet. It was getting better, actually. That was one of the perks when she was dating Esti.

"Sorry Esti, I don't know what is written..."

She smiled, giving him a wink before leaving the room. “Novia caliente, which naturally means 'hot girlfriend', something you really are...”

Shirley Cohen

“(Y\N)? What happened? Why are you running?”

You smiled, stopping to speak to Esti in the middle of the room. “Shirl saw me in her shirt, now she thinks I'm going to get a virus or something. You know, she's totally crazy..."

“I SERIOUSLY!” Shirley yelled from the stairs. "YOU CAN GET SICK!"

“You don't have a virus, love, don't worry!” you yelled back from where you were. Shirley went downstairs. “Besides, Beverly asked that all the girls' shirts be washed last week. Any germs that want to get in won't last two weeks with the fabric softener smell in here."

Shirley stared at you as you smiled and hugged her sideways. "Confess, you're jealous of your favorite shirt, that's all."

 “I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”

[reiderwriter]

reiderwriter request guidelines~✨

My requests are currently closed, but please refer to this post when you're writing your requests! Here's my masterlist, too!

Things to remember:

I only write for Spencer Reid currently. In the future, I hope to expand to writing for some other characters but I'm in my Reid brainrot era currently, so I won't take other character requests.

I write smut, fluff and angst, so you need to specify which genre you want. I've noticed a lot of requests just give an idea. To help me get a better idea of what you want, please give me as much detail as possible.

I have a full time job, but I try to respond to request as fast as I can. If you're wondering why I haven't written your request yet, do not spam or DM, it's probably coming but this account is not my priority, and it probably would never be.

If you're shy and request through anon, please drop an emoji in your request! It's not a hard requirement but I'd like to track whether you rerequest so I can see if you're enjoying my writing! And I think it's very cute 🤭

You can specify whether you want a standard fic or a set of headcanons.

If I post your request, let me know what you think about it, either through the asks or through the replies/ tags! Nothing would make me happier, really, than knowing what you thought of the fic you wanted! 🥰

Please don't send me requests other writers have rejected. If you have an idea that you're super invested in, please try writing it yourself! But, especially if there's no other message and I can tell the request has been copied and pasted, and you haven't even said like "hi" in the message, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

HARD-NO'S. Do NOT request any of the following: any usual DNI guidelines, do not ask for anything that even remotely sounds like JJ hate, incest, rape scenes (CNC does not apply here), loss of child fics (miscarriage/ child death). I will delete any asks with these topics.

SOFT NO'S. Things I just don't feel like writing or things I've already written so much I have no motivation to write anymore: anything involving Maeve Donovan, anything involving OCs, major character death etc.

I'm pretty open to all ideas, so go ahead and leave me requests whenever they are open! I'm hoping to do some request challenges when I hit some milestones so please look forward to those! 💕 ((if you don't have any asks but also just want to chat in the asks I'm totally open to that too btw 🤭🤭))

XOXO K

[chalkk]

Haven't posted in a while since summer started, take some smalletho doodles lol

I need people to send me drawing requests please I wanna try to draw asks so bad.

[jungle-angel]

Top Gun Love and Smut Prompts

Ight so I’ve decided to do the unthinkable. Anybody who’s found the “Love and Smut Prompts” on my other blog, guess what?? They’re coming here along with some of my other prompt lists (lol). 

1.      Head kiss

2.      Stomach kiss

3.      Kiss on the cheek

4.      Kissing bruised knuckles

5.      French kiss

6.      Touch me again

7.      I’ve never done this before

8.      Holy shit you’re warm!!

9.      You’re cold, let me warm you up

10.   Doing the deed in the water

11.   Hot shower (wink wink)

12.   The morning after

13.   Heart kiss/kiss over the heart

14.   Your hands are bigger than mine

15.   Finding a rose on your bed

16.   Wearing his shirt

17.   Back/neck rub

18.   Babe, please? Just this once? I’m horny

19.   Kiss behind the ear

20.   PDA

21.   Grabbing

22.   Baby you rocked me!!

23.   Your first time

24.   First kiss

25.   Love letter

26.   You have no idea how gorgeous you look

27.   Should we wait till later?

28.   It’s too hot for this

29.   Baby I’m yours

30.   Hickeys

31.   Kamasutra 

32.   Sharing a tent/bunk/sleeping bag

33.   Coffee Breath 

34.   Underneath your clothes (thank you Shakira!!)

35.   One night in (insert city name here)

36.   Playing with the dog tags

37.   Skin to skin contact

38.   Starry night

39.   Do we have to get up?

40.   I hope we don’t get caught

41.   We CANNOT tell Maverick about this

42.   A pilot never kisses and tells

43.   What the hell’s all over your neck/chest? 

44.   Foot rub

45.   Standing up

46.   Lay on your back

47.   Walking in at the wrong time

48.   Draw me like one of your French girls

49.   You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me

50.   I’m not gonna ask any questions

[sylviegirlfriend]

Godess Of Jealousy | Jane Foster x Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Howdy! How you guys doing?

So, since I’m officially back and Thor: Love and Thunder is finally out (I haven’t watched it yet), I was planning to write something about the Asgard ladies, and it turns out I ended up thinking about this...

Here’s the prompt, Jane as the Thor and being really jealous about your relationship with Valkyrie!

Hope you liked it!

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Send me an ask or comment in my latest posts!

Thanks for reading!

*This might contain a little bit of swearing, sex insinuations and JANE’S ARMS hahahahaha*

Prompt: Sometimes, your close relationship with the king of Asgard makes other people really jealous. And it can lead to several consequences...

* * *

"Let's have a drink together, (Y\NN)!

"“We should really do this, like, now!”

You and Valkyrie filled the New Asgard palace with a chorus of excited laughter. That was how the days were filled in that solitude. The two of you now enjoyed the course you'd taken, now that Valkyrie was the new king, and did as you pleased in that place full of gods. Kind of, given Valkyrie's presence, people would never bother you because you were an ordinary human with no Asgardian bloodline.

Still, days in Asgard were full of surprises for you. Some people still looked at you with a certain contempt, and of course it was nothing new. But the worst thing was having to put up with Jane Foster's eyes flashing your way. She was irritating as well as compelling.

You could spend hours there watching Jane looking at you and realizing that she was biting jealous of you and Valkyrie together.

But it was kind of obvious that she would never even get close to you, except for trivial things. You two were from the same planet, you had common subjects, you could carry on a conversation for hours. But Jane was too busy in possession of Mijolnir saving the worlds and Asgard itself. When not, her gaze at you intimidated you.It was preferable to keep drinking with Valkyrie and laughing at random bullshit while you fell over drunk.

* * *

The other days that passed were no different from the rest. You were trying to get Valkyrie the king out of his stupid royal engagements, always bringing her a bottle of liquor, while Jane tried to hide in the crowd to stare at you with eyes flashing with jealousy.

Until, on one of those days, Valkyrie got too busy with royal engagements and the people of Asgard, and she ended up not giving you the attention you wanted. Upset, you walked out of the palace towards the gardens and noticed exactly the muscular and tall figure of Jane throwing and catching Mijolnir as if it were a boomerang.

“Hey,” you called, approaching her and leaning against a tall tree. Jane glanced at you and smiled. “Do you mind if I stay with you to train with that hammer?”

She shrugged and threw the hammer back at the tree. "Whatever. You can stay if you want. I wouldn't mind, actually.”

Her arms were fucking big and muscular, and they were getting longer and longer now. You started to worry because when you first met her on Earth, at a glance, she was kind of weak and looked like she was going to break with every touch. Maybe this over-pumped appearance was going to hurt her after all.

“What got into you to come here to watch me train, if I may ask?”

“Uh?”

“I asked what got into you to come here to see me train…”

“Ah,” you smiled, freeing yourself from your daydreams. “No, nothing. It's nothing too important.”

"What's it? Valkyrie dumped your ass, didn’t she?”

“What do you mean by 'dumped your ass'? We weren't dating!"

Jane smirked. “Sweet (Y\NN), no need to lie to me. Everyone has already figured out which one is yours..."

“Even you who are watching us, aren’t you?”

Jane's eyes widened and you immediately realized you'd said the wrong thing. You can almost see and feel the huge hammer flying into her face and hitting you with a fatal blow.

"I don't watch you," Jane defended herself. "I'm not a stalker!"

“Oh no?” you scoffed. And then he cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just..."

"It's okay," the blonde smiled, dropping her hammer on the floor and coming to sit next to you, her human eyes gleaming with excitement. “It didn't offend me. I have to admit that sometimes it's nice to see you being yourself around the Asgardian gods, you know?”

You laughed. “You’re not being serious...”

“Of course I am, (Y\N). It's funny to see your attempt to look cool.”

“Are you really calling me a bad actress?”

“Never. You have many qualities, (Y\N), many indeed. And you should put them to play if you want to impress the King of Asgard...” For a moment, you noticed that Jane had gasped and blushed a little.

“I don't want to impress the King of Asgard!” you replied seriously. “Me and Valkyrie have nothing, I swear. She doesn't even think of me as her queen..."

"It's not what it looks like..."

"Jane, do you know something I don't?"

Once again, she gasped. You frowned.

"No, actually, what I'm trying to say, and making up a thousand excuses to forget about it, is that...", she smiled, clearing her throat. “I'd really like you to go out with me one day. I don't know, for a drink or something.”

“Are you really asking me out?”Jane shrugged. 

"I think so... who knows... maybe..."

Your eyes widened, and you can hardly believe your luck. She was actually asking you out, after all those stares. She was beautiful, very beautiful, fucking beautiful.

And you could only think about it for the rest of the night, trying to digest the fact that Jane Foster had asked you out.

* * *

"Hey, are you going to sleep yet?"

Valkyrie's voice alarmed you. She looked drunk, as usual. You shrugged.

"No way, before you go to bed, sweet lady...", she gently leaned down to kiss the back of your hand. “I have an announcement to make. It's actually more of an invitation, which is more of a certainty,” she smiled. “Tomorrow night, you and I will ascend the throne of Asgard for the first time, as king and queen, can you believe it? For everyone to hear, isn't that too much?”

Your eyes widened. "You and me?"

"Oh, who else?", Valkyrie smiled excitedly. “Hey, (Y\NN), let's face it, everyone thinks we both have a thing, and nothing better than letting them fool themselves with it,” you frowned. “Look, you don't have to worry about anything, okay? You won't have to date me at real events or have sex with me if you don't want to, but... at least let's keep the story...”

“This is crazy, Val,” you altered your voice. "We’re gonna lie to them!"

“For one day, I promise,” she whispered. “We won't have to say anything else after this party. Today I'm going to ask Korg to try to find another princess, another richer one, with Asgardian lineage... let's pretend at least, I can't take those crazy people questioning me anymore when I'm going to introduce the queen when I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING QUEEN !”

You hugged her, feeling sorry for her, totally yielding to the pressure of her subjects.

“Fine, but just for one day, okay?”, your date with Jane could be left for later, when the dust from the party has settled. “Then let’s get this over with, okay?”

“Of course we will,” she took his hand in a too-tight grip. "Thank you, I love you."

However, as you tried to sleep that morning, you seriously thought about whether that was really a good decision. Would there still be time to redeem yourself?

* * *

As expected, the party was packed. Everyone was dying to see the king announcing his queen and Valkyrie was especially nervous. Jane, from what you caught before you climbed into that tall car that would introduce you to the others alongside your possibly future wife, wasn't there.You instantly missed those eyes smoldering on you.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the king and her future queen!" Korg's voice announced, and you and Valkyrie took a step forward. She took your hand in a deep squeeze and kissed the back of it like she used to. Your sigh of tiredness and stress was highlighted by Valkyrie, who looked worried at the time.Some people applauded. Others seemed indifferent, and others started booing as the car with you passed them. You felt suffocated in that part of the realm, with that bunch of gods judging you like you weren't just two young girls.

When you and Valkyrie were safe, some screams ceased and others continued, even louder. Some of the new Valkyries have come to your aid, holding the most brutal men from behind. But that didn't dampen their voices, and in that crowded party, you suddenly panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Valkyrie called. "You okay?"

"I'm sorry Val, I'm sorry but I can't do this..."

Hearing your name being shouted around you, you ran around looking for somewhere that could take you back to your quarters, and suddenly, you bumped into Jane, who was coming into the party and noticed you right away, holding you with those huge arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Her voice was low, very low. You were silent.

“Just take me away from here, please”, finally, after seconds, you managed to speak, looking into her eyes with intensity.

Jane nodded once, taking your hand and leading you away from the hall, but Valkyrie's desperate voice took over the place soon after.

“Hey wait, (Y\N), we can work this out. You're not going anywhere.”

"Let her go," Jane whispered through clenched teeth. "Let her go, Valkyrie!"

“Don't make me fight you, Jane,” she gritted her teeth. “Don't make me be a jerk to you, please, it's all I want. Just give me (Y\N), we can work this out together, we will..."

"Jane," you held her arms as a way of protecting yourself. And as a way of signaling that you wanted to be by her side. “I'm sorry, Valkyrie, but I can't pretend to be your queen. Not being an ordinary human.”

“C’mon, let's go,” Jane whispered to you, walking back through the halls of the great hall of the palace until they were in the gardens again, where Jane placed you in the same tree as before and sat next to you, as before. "I knew it was going to be a bad choice, ever since I heard from Korg, I..."

“I agreed because she looked desperate,” you whispered. “I knew, I knew they were going to be mad at me. But I thought...”

“Thought it might be different this time,” Jane smiled. “See, (Y\N)? When I say you have countless qualities, it's because you do. You empathize with the people around you and think about them all the time.”

"You were right, the king was really in love with me..."

“It was pretty obvious,” she smiled, shrugging. "Valkyrie is terrible at disguising."

She turned to face you and carefully touched your face lightly using the back of her hand. “Also, who wouldn't fall in love? You're one of the cutest humans who's ever been to Asgard..."

“You're being modest,” you whispered, your lips quivering. "You're one of the cutest humans who's ever been to Asgard, Jane..."

She smiled, her cheeks flushing quickly and her eyes roaming your lips. “Can I kiss you now?” she asked, her voice low and urgent at the same time.

You didn't nod or deny it, you just got closer and when you least noticed, you had your lips glued to hers. Jane took extreme care to kiss you under the moonlight. She cupped his cheek calmly as she kissed his lips with more caution than affection. You reciprocated, kind of wanting it with your whole being. Deep down, you wanted to.

Jane broke the kiss with a few pecks, opening her eyes to look in your direction and smiling shyly. "You..."

“Shhhhhh,” you whispered, and pressed your lips to hers again. This time, the kiss was longer and more needy. There was a great spike of desire and impetus rising through you, and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist much... Jane, on the other hand, was feeling the same way too, her heart pounding and exploding with emotion and strength as if she needed it.

"God, you're going to drive me crazy like this, (Y\N)...", she gasped, giving a sarcastic laugh. "No ulterior motives, let me take you to your room, just for the night..."

"We don't have to pretend we don't have ulterior motives, Jane..." you laughed. "I want you. And I want you now.”

"You better be careful what you wish for, sweet (Y\N)..."

And still kissing you between giggles, Jane held you in those huge arms and led you gently towards the palace, where you certainly had the craziest, most tender first night of love all of Asgard had heard of.

[mysafespaceblog13]

aaaahhhh I have art block so bad right now

[maple-leifarts]

watching mcc from last weekend and drawing so PERFECT TIME FOR REQUESTS!!!! 🫵

[feastingmaggots]

hey… hey guys… still , still uh waiting for those requests… (i’m ripping my hair out)

[azurechicken]

It is a good thing that the BG3 team is attentive and we get updates all the time, but where does it end? If they are going to continue changing stuff about the game per request, what will be there left of what they envisioned in the first place? Especially for character traits and dialogue, like making them kinder and more likeable, just because there were two more people asking for it and they happened to see it. I just don't want to see characters shift into generic ones just because of a need to respond to everyone's ideas

[0bticeo]

alastor | your cracks are showing.

picture this, if you will.

you, having had enough of his antics, finally snapping, telling him you see through him. his mask, that too-wide smile, is imperfect.

"your cracks are showing, alastor."

you spit his name like a curse and he feels his gut twist with something foreign. there you are, you, defiant, arms crossed over your chest, denying him his precious persona.

who the hell do you think you are?

before you know it, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him, until you meet the hard planes of his chest. he's all lean muscles you find out, writhing against him, trying to break free.

he tilts your head back with one gloved hand. the leather is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of him. if you shiver, lips parting, you'll deny it.

"careful, my dear."

with that, he kisses you, sickeningly sweet. too sweet. too much. your eyes widen at the feeling of his lips against yours, of his teeth nipping against your flesh. you taste blood. fucker bit you -

he growls, the sound rich and deep, sinking into your marrow like he does in your mouth, tasting you. you find yourself clinging to him, fingers tangling in his curls, lightly tugging at his scalp.

he lets you go, tongue darting to lick the remnants of your lifeblood on his lips. he chuckles at the sight of you - kiss-swollen, panting, pupils blown wide in furious desire.

his thumb presses against your lower lip, right where he bit you. you hiss, sweet pain settling low in your gut.

"you'll cut yourself on my edges if you get too close."

somehow, you don't mind.

[heartlyrins]

GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !

˚₊‧Desc— In which by gambling on his life, Aventurine manages to procure himself a little pet to take care of.

˚₊‧TW— smut, dubcon, slave/master, gentle noncon, face fucking, hair pulling, praise, anal, fem!reader, pet names, human trafficking, pussy eating, pussy kisses, he loves babying you, Aventurine sees himself in you so he's a total softie to you :(, spoilers for 2.0 and his backstory

˚₊‧A/N— Hey cuties!! Short lil fic before I actually write dark content for real, sorry my writing is a lil messed I'm a lil sleepy. Not really dark content since it's more like dubcon, sorry I was in the mood for praises :(. Send me requests I'm so lonely

Gambling is something many people enjoy—of course, Aventurine is one of that many people. It's not that he enjoys it, he just has some extraordinary luck as his sister once said.

Through gambling, he finds that you can attain many things. Some of the things which shouldn't even be sold—an illegal trade of sorts.

You could even trade a life.

Not his life, of course, not anymore. But a cute doozy girl from the slumps, he was once a being like you—a slave sold from places to place, but he had escaped that life.

The Kakavasha he once was is no more, instead an Aventurine is reborn. But seeing the look in your eyes reminds him of the child he once was, the child he didn't have the opportunity to memorise.

The life he left behind and hoping to forget. But he's reminded of it everytime he looks deep into your eyes.

He's grown to like you. You've gone through the same things he did, but only that you hadn't have his luck to escape earlier.

He can see that you're starting to grow him too, it was easy to get you to like him. The masters you've had must've treat you badly, so it would come to you naturally to like a kind one.

Well he does give you pats and praises when you've done even something that isn't worth noting. Like for example, picking up something from the ground and throwing it away, sleeping when he told you so, chewing with your mouth closed.

Those were the basic things natural in life, but he can't help to praise you for the simplest thing.

Even as you're just taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to suck on his cock and just taking it motionlessly in your mouth while he does all the work, he still can't help but praise you for it.

"Oh, baby—baby relax your throat." He coos as he looks down at you, holding onto your hair gently as if you were so fragile.

He starts to push his cock deeper, enabling your gag reflex as your throat attempts to push away the foreign object currently in your mouth.

He's so gentle with you that you hate it, you hate how he babies you, you hate how he's doing this without your consent and you especially hate how your body is reacting to it.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now okay?" He pushes through despite your gag reflex and grips onto your scalp almost painfully as he begins to fuck your face repeatedly.

"F-fuhck—you feel so good, so fucking good!" In a breathy moan he starts to abuse your throat faster, the only thing you could do was attempt to breathe through your nose which you were failing miserably.

You were almost kne the verge of fainting, black spots taking over your visions until he pulled out of you and came on your face, his cum dripping down your hair and eyelashes.

You start heaving on the floor, appreciating that you could at least breathe again. But you weren't even allowed that when he brings you to the bed and lays you down flat on your back gently.

You weren't used to this kind of gentleness from your previous masters, or anyone at all. He kisses your pussy through your panties before pushing them to the side and spreading your lips apart.

"Your pussy is so pretty.." He moaned out when he was met with the sight of your pink lips.

He licks a stripe up to your clit and gives a kiss on it and it gave you a moment to wonder if he was making out with your pussy.

The index of his ginger soon entered your hole as he licks at your vagina as if he was a starving man on an island.

Once he deemed you were wet enough, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance before sliding the tip of it down to your puckered hole and you can see him smirking as he sees the fear in your eyes, desperately trying to push him away.

"N-no there.. It's dirty and dry—" you attempt to reason but he only spits down on his thumb and opens up the puckered hole slowly with his thumb.

The mere feeling of it disgusts you.

But what could you do accept take his cock in your asshole as he wanted to? And he's certainly adamant on it.

He brings his head down to your ears before whispering silently in your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your earlobe.

"Shh, it's gonna hurt if you don't relax okay? I'll do it slowly, baby." the fact that he was so relaxed about it made you wanted to push him further, but he kept you still by the hips and pushes into you as he said—slowly.

But it still hurts no matter how he does it and you squeal at the pain—you wish that he would've just pushed it all at once so the pain would be gone faster.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? My good girl. It was worth it gambling my life in that casino, just for you. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you—" he groaned as he pushes himself further until he's at the hilt.

You push against his chest, flailing around at the pain but he just leans over to your tits and holds one boob in his hand before sucking on the other.

He reaches a finger down to your clit and starts rubbing you to get you to your climax faster which made it hurts even more, but it felt so pleasurable even if you try to resist.

"N-nuh, not there I'm sensitive!" you moan, it felt like you wanted to black out from the pain and the fact that it felt so good infuriates you.

He groans as he starts setting his pace faster, letting go of your nipple with a pop and moving onto your neck before sucking on one of the spot.

"Ahah—you're so cute.." he says when he pulls away from your neck, leaving a hickey in place.

"So adorable.. Go on, cum my little princess. Cum from me fucking your little tight asshole—" as if on command, your body reacts and came immediately.

He groans as he felt you tighten up, giving a few more thrusts before he came in you and pulls out, letting his cum drip down the sheet.

You were so glad that it was over, until he cups your chin and makes you face him.

"Oh no, baby. I've got a few more load left inside me, after all, I still haven't used your pussy yet.. You didn't think it was over, did you?" he grins when he sees your droopy face that was stained with his cum and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

The night still has a long way to go.

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I see all these Zukka and Zukki fics where Zuko is traveling with the Kyoshi warriors as his bodyguards (usually Suki & Ty Lee sometimes Sokkas also a Kyoshi Warrior, but usually he's dressed normally)

Why hasn't there been a fic with Zuko disguised as a Kyoshi Warrior? And like if to be respectful, he trained w/ them & became a member like Sokka did.

I wouldn't put it past Zuko to do so. As a character, because of Iroh's influence, he studies other fighting & bending styles to help build his own.

Imagine bending fire w/ the fans.

Basically, I want Kyoshi Warrior Firelord Zuko, please and thank you.

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