and what if i liked it?

aspen!! main is @damoclesdarling xoxo mdni. dms always open pls pls plssssss message me.

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

welcome, perv!!!

its uh me... aspen. @damoclesdarling is my main! this is where all the like.. FREAAAK shit.

im 21+, she/her - and i write filthy shit for fun. (MASTERLIST LINK!)

shawn hatosy has done irrevocable damage to my mental,, and this is how i deal xoxo . . this whole blog is NSFW, DDNE, 18+ MDNI. ill say shit that will make you ask if im ok,, unless you're also not okay . . . ?

my asks are open for requests and yapping,, dm me if you wanna talk :>>

[lacydear]

꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: eating you out while you're on your period. ꒱

TW: this one is really filthy, atleast the filthiest i've written... blood play(?), blood kink, period blood, oral (f receiving) jack being lowk a perv, but a loving one!

you hated your period.

it was...disgusting. it made you easily irritable, incredibly sensitive. and the worst part? you were a heavy flow girl. you couldn't go a period without staining atleast 2 pairs of panties and shorts.

you tried to find the beauty of it, to appreciate that it meant your body was working beautifully, the way it was intended to do so. but every time you wiped and saw red, it ruined your whole week.

jack also hated your period, but for different reasons. he wasnt a stranger to blood, he didnt budge at the smell of it, or even at the sight you so tried to hide of you accidentally staining the sheets. he hated it because you put your pussy on lockdown for an entire two weeks.

you claimed it was,“probably disgusting for you to see me like that.” as if you didnt know all the blood he's seen, all the blood that has been smothered on his body.

he had to fix this!

he couldn't let his girls go another day without getting touched, more less getting soothed.

“jack i really dont think we should do this.”

you were sitting on the middle of the bed, two towels layered under you while jack adjusted himself in a good position to be able to eat you out without putting too much strain on his prosthetic.

“please sweetheart. i wouldnt be begging so much if i didn't want to.”

that relaxed you a bit. also, the fact that in your years of dating multiple boys, not men, boys, some of them refused to eat you out in general.

and here is jack, such a gentleman, such a filthy old man begging to eat you out while you're on your period.

“f-fine. just-” you leaned back, spreading your legs shyly while grabbing a pillow to bury your face in. he wants to yank it out of your face. he wants to see your sweet face while you come apart from his tongue dammit.

but he's kind enough to let this pass, knowing that you're way past your comfort zone. “just relax, okay baby? it'll be like always.” as if he cant spell the tinge of iron coming from your pussy. he peels your panties off, ignoring the pad stuck on it.

he smiles at the sight of you, so open, so vulnerable. so his.

it starts with tiny little sucks and licks. giving you enough time to tell him to stop. and when you dont, he indulges himself and starts going more firmer. the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance, moaning softly against your pussy at the taste of your juices paired with your blood.

you're clean shaven, something you always do whenever you get your period because its less of a mess. but you can feel everything. the feeling of his tongue flattening at your folds, his prickly scruff stimulating at your clit.

“jack...” a tiny whimper slips out, already throwing the pillow away to be able to grip his curls. “jack keep going im so so close-” apparently being on your period makes you extra sensitive down there too. he continues working, incredibly loud wet noises filling the room, paired with soft grunts coming from him as you tug at his hair.

sitting up slightly, you buckle your hips against his face, watching as your blood smears on his face even more. its so sexy, almost as if you were claiming him. it was your blood on his face, your blood that he's slurping right now.

“fuck fuck im-” you babble, eyes rolling back as you arch your back. thighs locking around his head to keep him in place. you dont even notice how his big, rough hands gripping your thighs as you go over the edge. your body goes limp, hips twitching as you come all over his tongue.

he pulls away, giving your puffy clit gentle pats while using one of the towels to wipe all the blood off his face. “see baby? it was so so good.” he coos, giving your trembling lips a soft peck, pressing his hands down on your hips to keep you from trembling too much. “lets go another round, yeah?” all you hear is the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor before his big frame looms over you.

“gotta make sure i treat my girls good.”

[daughtercest]

so do you wanna finger fuck the dad-shaped hole in my chest or what

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

a good slap/hit to my face would fix everything atm

[yunyuu]

rare aesthetic: handsome mentally ill stalkers who don't stalk you because they're perverts, but because they're so emotionally and psychologically depends on you that they literally can't live without you.

[bunnie-milk]

Dadbf! Ttitus fucks you on his porch tw: dark content, dad kink, age gap, piv.

Dadbf! Ttitus who fucks you on the porch when he finds out you were trying to leave for shopping all alone without even informing him? He has you on all fours, pressing your face down against the wooden boards as he tugs hard at your hair. He keeps abusing your little cunt, stretching it wide around his cock until your inner thighs burn from the relentless thrusts from him.

"This is why we have rules, baby. You wanna give your old man a heart attack by going out all alone?"

You can feel his dick swell even harder inside you every time you beg him to slow down. He’s a sick fuck for this and he knows it, but he doesn’t care—not when his cock is buried so deep in your cunt.

"I-I’m sorry, dad! I d-didn’t mean to—"

Your eyes are glassy with tears, drool slipping from your parted lips. Sweat-damp hair clings to your neck and cheeks.

"I’m sure you are, baby. But here you are, all dolled up to parade that pretty little ass to the whole fucking world." He sneers, leaning down to whisper against your ear while the rough pads of his fingers rub slow, teasing circles over your clit—never giving you enough to come.

"Did you think dad wouldn’t notice, huh? You’re even dumber than I thought if you did." He speaks in a condescending tone. You mewl at his words trying to get his filthy fingers away from your pussy, weakly trying to push his fingers away from your pussy, but you were already too fucked-out to fight him. It’s so easy for him to put you back in your place.

"Won’t do itt again, daddy !," you mewl, right before you cum hard around his cock, coating him in slick, pulsing juices.

"Oh, I know… I know, doll. I’m gonna make sure of that."

He straightens up again, kneading your ass before delivering a sharp spank that leaves a bright red handprint blooming across your skin. Then he slams his hefty cock back into your throbbing cunt, filling the empty space all over again. Your eyes barely stay open, lips parted around a loud, broken moan.

"f-fuck—want someone to walk in and see how good dad is stuffing you?" he growls, voice low and rough. The thought alone makes his dick twitch inside you. Sweat drips from his white hair onto his freckled neck. He wraps a hand around your throat and yanks you back against his chest, stuffing himself even deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you fill the night air, making your mind go blank.

"Shh… shh. You can take it, babygirl," he murmurs, voice dripping with fake sympathy. Hot tears streak down your cheeks as he keeps pounding into you under the dark sky.

a/n: please reblog, comment and like. follow for more filth ! get added to my Taglist. Taglist: @wolfydollie @xaliannix

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y'all seen that freaky shit on tiktok or what....

[opulentpeony]

title: rose colored lens dynamic: stepbrother!pope x stepsister!reader tw: dd:dne, rape/non-con (bc of somnophilia), fauxcest (use of the words "brother" and "sister" in bed, oop-), glasses kink, pleasure dom!pope, oral (fem receiving), forced orgasms, fingerfucking, squirting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, humiliation/degradation kink, he puts your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, hate sex (you hate him, he loves you lol) context: your older brother heard you like men who wear glasses. wc: 2.0k

a/n: hope you guys like this format for when I just get into the mood to write smut without any set up lol!

hope it's a hot read ♡

Silver frame. Rimless. Oval shaped glasses.

That's what is pressing an indent against your thigh, stirring you awake from the cold feeling of lenses on your hot flesh.

But why is your skin so warm?

It could be because your stepbrother's tongue is dragging up and down the length of your wet pussy.

Yep, definitely that…

But when you go to cuss him out, there's fabric in your mouth muffling your words.

What the—

“Hush, baby sister.” Pope whispers, his breath tickling your clit. “It's still early. Keep your panties in your mouth or you'll wake everyone.”

Ugh. You hate the word panties. You know he's saying it to piss you off.

This fucking guy.

Ever since your dad married Smurf, you've been stuck living with this grown ass man who is technically your brother now. And what does your “brother” like to do?

Sneak into your room. Eat you out. Make you cum until you see stars in your vision.

You fucking despise Pope.

Because your body likes him a little too much…

You bite down on the fabric in your mouth, which is damp from your saliva, clenching your jaw tight in hopes you won't cum from his tongue swirling around your clit.

He has done this too often for you not to react. Your body is so familiar with the pleasure he can give you that it yearns to give in. Even though you're trying your hardest not to.

“Your clit is twitching like crazy.” He flicks it with the tip of his tongue. “Holding back on me? It's okay to cum. Let your big brother make you cum real hard.”

You hate when he announces what he's going to do. Because as much as you brace yourself for the inevitable, you still unravel completely the moment he touches you just right.

You claw your nails into your sheets as you attempt to resist the orgasm that threatens to consume you. But when he seals his lips around your swollen clit, you're done for.

You cum right then and there, your toes curling, your back arching, your hips grinding against his face, his glasses pressing into your skin with every uncontrollable movement.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can't let him keep going so you spit out your underwear from your mouth and open your mouth, only to clamp your hand over it before you moan too loudly from him stuffing his fingers deep inside your pussy all of a sudden.

You say, under your breath, through gritted teeth, “I'm going to fucking kill you, Pope.”

That makes him laugh, a low kind of chuckle, deep from the belly. “Maybe I'll kill you first from how hard you're going to cum on my fingers.”

“Stop—” You bite down on your palm when he curls his fingers, teasing that spot by your womb that has your hips bucking.

It only gets worse when Pope starts kissing your inner thighs, purposefully pressing his cold glasses against your soft skin. All this contrasting stimulation has your head spinning.

“No, please.” You beg to no avail. You know he won't stop.

Pope loves when you act like you aren't enjoying his touch. He loves that your body is honest.

He loves you, his sweet little sister, more than you'll ever know.

Because how could he not love such a readily available pussy for whenever the urges strike him?

He is thankful to Smurf for bringing you into his life.

Now, he just needs to keep you in the palm of his hand.

Which is easy, considering how close you are to squirting all over his fingers.

He finds it so cute how much you try to deny yourself. He doesn't even have to edge you. You do all the work for him.

“Can't you see that your big brother is trying so hard to make you feel good?” He thrusts his fingers into you at a rougher pace now, his teeth sinking into the meaty part of your thigh, leaving a bite mark indented into your skin. You nearly cum just from that but you somehow hold it in. He's impressed. “My silly little sister, always running away from the pleasure. Just cum already, will you?”

You shake your head but your body reacts differently, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tightly that he is tempted to pull them out and stick his cock in. But he doesn't.

Pope is a patient man. Always has been.

He has waited a long time for a beautiful little sister like you to play with.

He has been having too much fun watching the way your eyes widen when his fingers slow to a stop, just resting inside of you.

You're gasping for air, so sure you were about to be forced to cum that your body hasn't relaxed yet. Pope lulls you into a false sense of security.

Because the moment you think he might actually be stopping, he rams his fingers into you at a pace that has you screaming into the palm of your hand and drenching his hand from how hard you came.

Tears stream down your face from the humiliation of having squirted that hard. Especially when you see Pope pull off his frames, wiping your slick off the glass onto your lower belly.

“Good girl. You came so hard all over my face, you even got it on my glasses.” He smirks at the horror in your expression. “Aw, don't be embarrassed. It's okay to squirt in your brother's fingers. As long as you do it on my cock, too.”

That's when you start to scramble away from him. You are not letting this motherfucker, this sister fucker, fuck you.

That's not happening.

It's definitely not—

You muffle a scream into your pillow when Pope flips you onto your stomach and proceeds to stuff his cock into your pussy from behind. You kick at him to no avail, unable to stop him from sinking every thick inch of his cock deep inside of you. This angle has you reeling. He's so big, splitting you apart, the pressure of him so intense that you're starting to tense up too much at your core.

You're going to cum again. From getting fucked by your brother.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why is life so fucked up?

And why is Pope kissing up the length of your back, letting you feel his glasses scrape against your skin, sending shivers through your whole body?

When he gets to the shell of your ear, he whispers, “I heard you like men who wear glasses. Do they look good on your big brother, baby sister?”

“Fuck no.” You lie.

That draws out that chuckle from him again. “God, you're such a cute liar.”

You almost shred your sheets under your nails when his hips slam against yours, pounding his cock deeper into you. He repeats this motion until you're convulsing beneath him, your body desperate to release the tension coiling up inside from every harsh thrust.

“Not inside, please not inside!” You cry out when you cum from his rough fucking, wetness dripping down your thighs, fear consuming you because you know he's close. “Please, Pope, you know I'm not on birth control—”

“I know.” He nips at your earlobe and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “that's why I'm going cum inside of you. Fuck a baby into you. So you have to explain to dad that you let your big brother fuck you pregnant.”

“No, I can't get pregnant!" You definitely can't tell your dad anything. He'll think you're sick, that you're depraved and disgusting for cumming so easily on your brother's cock.

“You will.” Pope leans down, resting his face against the nape of your neck, pressing his glasses hard enough into it that you're sure it's marked you. “Now enjoy getting filled up with your brother's cum.”

He grabs your hips and just starts fucking you relentlessly until you're cumming every time the tip of his cock pounds against the entrance of your womb. Your pussy is milking his cock beautifully.

Pope pumps more cum into you than he ever has before, enough that some leaks out of you as he's pushing it into you. He lets out a sigh of pure delight when he's done, knowing just how full you must feel.

You bite back a whimper when he pulls out of you, forcing more of his cum to leak out of you when he does. He shakes his head at the sight of it dripping out. You need to keep it inside if you're going to have his baby!

So, Pope dips three of his fingers inside of you, drawing a gasp from your lips. “What are you doing!”

“Making sure my cum gets into your womb.” His fingertips graze that spot deep inside that has your knees shaking. “I need my little sister's pussy to tighten up for me.”

“Fuck you.” You spit out, anger lacing your every word. “I fucking hate you, Pope.”

“Mhmm.” He just nods at your defiance, curling his fingers at a different angle, teasing you exactly how you need him to in order to cum all over his fingers. “You definitely seemed to hate that.”

“I do.” You do hate that he can force orgasms out of you without any effort. “I don't want to cum anymore, please.”

“Cuddle with me and I'll stop.” His words startle you.

“Excuse me?” You can't have heard him right.

“I said cuddle with me and I'll stop making you cum.” He repeats himself.

“W-Why would you want to—” You squirm when he starts fucking you with his fingers faster all of a sudden so you just shout, “okay, okay, I'll cuddle with you, just fucking stop, please!”

Pope doesn't stop. You should've known better than to trust him. He makes sure this last orgasm he forces out of you is so intense that your vision almost blacks out completely.

“That's it, good girl, cum a lot for your big brother and then we'll cuddle in my bed.” He gently guides you through the remainder of your orgasm, the pleasure searing your skin so hot, your breaths coming out so heavy.

You're spent by the time his fingers finally slip out of you, your body feeling oddly hollow when they're gone. You shouldn't miss the feeling of being filled, especially not by him. But you can't help it.

Your body enjoys his company more than it should.

Pope grabs your hand and yanks you off the bed, leading you to the bathroom that connects your room with his. He lets you get cleaned up while he grabs your sheets off the bed and goes to throw them in the wash. He'll stay up until the laundry is done so no one will know how hard you came all over your sheets because of him. Like he always does for your sake.

He sees you standing at the mirror when he gets back from putting everything in the wash, staring at yourself, at the disheveled, completely fucked mess he made of you. He loves that sight so much.

Pope shifts his glasses back onto his face as he walks up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you a kiss on the cheek, his glasses brushing against your temple when he does. You look visibly shaken up by the feeling of them, so foreign but oddly…enticing…

“Should I wear them more often?” He glances at himself in the mirror, liking how you're staring at him with such heat in your eyes. You don't seem to notice how obvious you're being about how much you like them on him.

“You look horrible.”

“I love the way you lie.” He says with a smile, giving you another kiss on the cheek before dragging you to bed. “Now, come lay down and tell me how much you hate cuddling with your big brother.”

“I hate cuddling with you, Pope.” You glare at him as he pulls you against his warm chest.

He nods. “Yeah, right.”

You grumble into the crook of his shoulder. “Fuck you.”

“We can in a little bit.” He needs a bit of time to recover and then he'll be happy to be back inside of you again.

“Ugh.” You groan, pretending like you aren't looking forward to it…

a/n: so, did we like just porn? hehe ~ I saw that photo on pinterest and it looked exactly like pope in glasses…so yeah, that's the fic!

hope you enjoyed the shorter read ♡

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

GLASSES....

[omegafxgollie]

ⓘ this user is rapebait

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

hmm.. fic coming soon of mean!pope yelling at you bc he doesn't approve of your friends, how much you go out, how your job takes you away from him.... 😇

you scream back at him, why the fuck does your uncle care so goddamn much? he's not your father. (but he'll rape you like he is, you're just too naive you don't know what's good for you, bun.)

OOHH THAT LINE IS FIRE IS THIS HOW THE KNICKS FANS FEEL?

[tedthetalk]

rape kink tops I love you rape kink tops

[tedthetalk]

EVERYONE CLAP AND CHEER FOR SADISTS AND DACRYPHILIACS AND RAPE KINK TOPS!!!!!!!!!

[basementdarling]

does anyone want to tie me up shove me in the back of their trunk and drive out to a secluded cabin where no one will hear me scream as you cut the clothes from my body and force every inch of yourself into my vulnerable holes

[bittsandpieces]

dom who is prepared to do whatever it takes to get what they want 🤝 sub who's so happy about being drugged and kidnapped that it's honestly kinda weird

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

godddddd fucking damn.. running away to uncle pope's place after a fight with your parents !! and you just like never come back he just makes you his niecewife that's it that's the plot

[sadisticsickness]

"Be a good girl and suck Dad's dick for Father's Day."

[missmanlykink]

thoughts anyone

❀ ͏᭥ [ MDNI / INBOX / ANONS ] ─ oh i have thoughts. sorry yall i went overboard...1.3k words...oh theres fauxcest btw

[✿] ⁺ RIDING UNCLE POPE'S THIGH <33

Like the house is empty, the only people inhabiting the place are you and your uncle Pope. He's in his usual spot whenever he stays at the Cody compound, sitting in his chair in the middle of the living room. You try not to bother him when he’s wallowing in his own thoughts alone, yk? Scared to push any buttons that are combustible. Your uncle was always volatile when he was going through one of his episodes.

Quickly, you try to speed past him to retrieve your sweater from the couch. Your eyes avoid his as you put on your metaphorical blinders, as if he won’t see you either. Yet, just as your toes hit the base of the couch, Pope speaks. “Where have you been?” he says quietly, making tingles spark across every inch of your body. Your legs begin to go cold as all your movements freeze at the sound of his husky voice.

“I-I was uh—just in my room...” you gulp, hoping that the involuntary small talk wouldn’t go beyond your sentence. But, unfortunately, when you bend down to grab your sweater, something else comes from his lips. “You’ve been in your room all day long," he points out curtly. Your brows knit together in subtle shock. Surprisingly, he’s even noticed your absence, despite him being the reason for it.

“Oh, I…" I didn’t think you were paying attention,” you reply, finally turning around to face his direction. But, looking him in the eye was something you weren’t yet ready for. Staring at your sock-clad feet was far easier than facing him, being under his heavy, dark gaze. “I pay attention,” he grumbles, thick fists still by his sides and feet planted in front of him. The low groan of the ceiling fan only intensifies the fraught churn of your stomach, skin welling up in goosebumps.

Your uncle has struck you speechless. You lost the words you stocked up in preparation for a conversation in the anxious pit in the back of your brain. All you can remember to do is nod and murmur out a quick “I’ll see you later, Uncle Andrew. I’ll be back down when Jay comes home,” and rush out of the living room without looking back.

“Come back,” he orders, voice oddly soft, laced with a sweetness that makes your pores leak. The demand stops you in your tracks, and your grip on your sweater grows tighter. The beats of your heart make themselves known in your throat. His stare bores into the back of your head. There is no way you were able to escape to your room now.

You turn around to face him, obeying his demand. Looking into his light-colored eyes, they seem darker, gaze buzzing the blood in your veins. An indescribable look clouds his irises as he looks up at your beautiful, fretful body. “Come closer. M’not gonna hurt you,” he whispers in a tone that comes off as sarcastic. He knows you’ve got every right to be nervous; he likes how worked up he gets you. An evil tease.

Pope’s eyes wander down your body like it’s on display for him, tracing all the curves of your hips, stomach, thighs, and tits. His glare makes your heart race in your chest, the flutter visible in your chest as you let him ogle all of you to see. The corners of his lips quirked up for a moment before returning to their usual stiffness.

“Sit down.” You obey with hesitance, knowing it’s not the right time to question his authority over you. You start kneeling on the floor, but his hand flies to your wrist before you can get settled. “No. Right here,” he says, patting the muscle of his thick thigh like what he’s telling you to do is normal—it’s not.

“U-uncle Andrew. I-I don’t—"

“Take off your shorts and sit down."

There’s no choice but to listen. Regardless of the wrongness, you want it. Warmth twists in your gut as a wet patch in your panties soaks because of his firm words. Slowly, you nod, pulling your shorts off without a question. Pope wraps his big hands around your waist and guides you onto his thigh, warm and heavy.

Your feet plant on both sides of the legs when you take a seat, gasping out a soft whimper when your covered pussy makes contact with the taut muscle of his leg.

He’s soundless as ever. The only noise coming from him is his low breaths. His head is slightly tilted as he looks at your shaking form; your arms sit awkwardly on your lap, the walls of your throat dry, and your efforts to soothe it are lost when the pope pierces the silence—“You scared of me?”

“No..I"m n-not,” you lie blatantly, swallowing thickly while looking back and forth between both of his eyes. “I see your heart beating…” he says, lifting his hand to touch the spot where he found the erratic pulse.

“I'm..I’m just nervous,” you manage to get out, picking at the skin of your hand, but Pope is quick to stop your bad habit and replace your fingers with his. He holds it tight like he’s trying to draw out your nervousness and calm the anxiety evident all over your body. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you. I'll never hurt you.” His words are a strong contrast to the lifestyle you’ve seen him live out in front of your eyes ever since you met him.

He lets go of your hand, the weight of his hand resting on top of your hips, grip tightening as he grinds you down on the taut muscle of his meaty thigh. It’s slow and light—like he’s experimenting with you, as if you were his own test animal. You whimper at the sudden friction, hands soaring up to his broad shoulders for support involuntarily. He keeps a hand on your hips and uses the other to wander up and down the curves of your trembling body. He cups your bare tit through your tank top, coaxing out a sharp gasp from you.  

Your back arches instinctively when he squeezes the soft mounds, rolling his fingers over the hardened peaks. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and rocks your hips again. He already feels your wetness leaking through your cute little panties. It makes him throb.

“You like that?” he rasps, tilting his head, slowly letting a heart-fluttering smirk take over his lips. “Y-yes,” you nod rapidly, swallowing harshly as the pleasure builds up in your lower tummy. The furrow of your brow makes Pope’s cock twitch in his jeans, urging him to rock you back and forth on his thighs even more. He squeezes the fat of your hips, grinding you back and forth. You whine, head dropped as the friction on your puffy, swollen clit makes your mind go dizzy with carnality. You know you shouldn’t be enjoying it this much; he’s your uncle. But the grossness of it all makes it even better.

Leaning in, he noses the base of your neck, sucking in a deep breath of your sweet sweat. Your scent hits him like a soft, feather-packed pillow, drawing out a whimper from him. He peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, warmth blooming under skin and straight down your core. You pry your eyes open, fighting off the pleasure that is forcing them shut, and you’re met with the swelled bulge in the tent of his pants. The sight makes you gush through your underwear, and Pope notices right away. “You wanna make me feel good too? Is that it?” he asks, sliding his tongue through the dip of your collarbone and putting your hand over his clothed cock.

[bullet-for-my-lamb]

hai hai um I had a question :>

would you write a Jack Abbot x transmasc!reader smut? basically just changing “she” to “he”, “little girl” to “little boy” etc. And maybe like. Using “chest” instead of “boobs” and “dick” / “tdick” instead of “clit.”

I understand if you’re not comfortable writing that, but I luv cg/l dynamics and wanna see more dd/lb fics and you seemed like someone to ask lol :3

OH YES OF COURSE!! i love these dynamics so muuuch and id love to write something for you!

do you have a certain plot in mind? :3 pls send it my way, dear xoxox