and all i am, is a man

i want the world.. in my hands

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calico/ellie | 22 | sagittarius ☀︎︎ libra ☾ sagittarius ⇧

byf || f!m. list || m!m. list || tags

ganyu’s darling wife || osamu miya’s pretty baby || keegan russ’s sweetheart ♡︎

i write mostly sapphic content and you’ll likely see me posting for afab readers with gender neutral pronouns (so no reqs for male readers!!)

requests open || closed

the gold divider i use is made by @uzmacchiato and the mdni divider is by @cafekitsune !!

|| current events! none ||

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Can u please write anything about evanescia 😓pink fox needs some love too

ofc! there was no prompt so i kinda just wrote whatever came to mind, but please do send in ideas with your requests 🩵

hey, wyd rn? u up? 🍓

evanescia x reader

cw: none !

a/n: ive been so busy with work and my personal life, so for that i apologize for the lack of posting :) pls enjoy ! also im sorry that this kinda turned into streamer!reader

Inside the entire Ethernet network of Planarcadia, there was nobody else like you, nobody who shone and brought in the audiences to your streams like you. Inside of you, it sat there pridefully, your streams brought in almost as many as Sparxie (which is saying a lot). Your fame was something that you worked for endlessly, pulling late nights with editing videos and collaborating with other creators. But you were always performing for one person in particular.

SakvraBl0ssom

What began as a somewhat unusual viewership bloomed into an online friendship. Neither of you had revealed your faces to the other person, and it was firmly going to stay that way. ‘SakvraBl0ssom,’ as she liked to be called, was there from day one, adding commentary to your videos and offering companionship when it called for it. Your bond with each other was something that you had come to treasure; it felt real and like something that wasn’t hidden behind a mask.

In the past, you had to say “No” to her requests to meet up and maybe exchange phone numbers, to say “No” to her when she had offered to do face reveals. Your anonymity was your saving grace; your wanting to protect your persona from the public eye went as far as using a voice modifier to hide what you really sounded like.

More and more mornings had passed as your viewership grew exponentially, almost like someone had written into a script.

“SakvraBl0ssom has donated 520 bits,” The TTS bot read aloud the message attached to the dono. “The loading screen would be much faster if you went and touched grass.”

The message made you pause, a knowing smile on your face as you turned to face your monitor. The mask on your face was so itchy after she dono’d, heat creeping up your neck as you cleared your throat with much trouble, “Thank you again Sakura, you can’t be spending this much money on me.” The loading screen finally opened as the game menu pulled up.

“Also—I do touch grass, what are you talking about?” Resounding chants that are telling you to touch grass happen in the chat, messages flying by with a few ‘I love you!’s mixed in. Everything on your screen was handcrafted to perfection, from the tags on usernames to the raid messages from other streamers.

SakvraBl0ssom’s name popped up in chat again, this time their message was followed by the analog winky face, “Grass Simulator 2077 doesn’t count, please go outside dearest streamer.” And you want to so badly be annoyed by their words but you can only feel affection for your long-time viewer.

With a sigh your digitized model rolled their eyes with a click of a button, “One day I’ll do an IRL stream and you will all see how often I am outdoors.” Chat started hounding off about the possibility of meeting you and stream sniping you, but you ignored those messages as you watched for SakvraBl0ssom in the chat. “Chat, please, we’re all adults here. We can handle a little sunlight in Planarcadia.”

But no further messages showed up, you tried to not feel discouraged by the lack of activity and opened up your most recent game, Patient Insidious: Biohazard. You were at the point of saving Maya from the family that kidnapped her before she got infected with an alien substance.

Soon enough hours had gone by and you watched as Keith destroyed the household monster that infected Maya, your character’s wife injecting you both with the antidote made from another planet.

There was a feeling of completion as you click off the game that was amazing. You had beaten your previous time of 9 and a half hours with a new record of 7 hours and 58 minutes. Sleep begins to weigh heavily on your shoulders as you start your farewells to the unruly watchers in your stream. Goodbye’s and promises of uploads to your VOD channel are grumbled when the red light fades off and you’re left with the blush pink screen of your background.

Exhaustion barely creeps into your brain before you get the ping on your phone, a DM from ChatStagram… from SakvraBl0ssom, “is there any chance of me seeing u tmrw? ☹️” Your finger hovers over the thumbs down reaction but something in your gut makes your fingers sluggishly type out a response.

You send it before the anxiety can hit you, “Let me know when and where :)”

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@sstarsilks

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Can u please write anything about evanescia 😓pink fox needs some love too

ofc! there was no prompt so i kinda just wrote whatever came to mind, but please do send in ideas with your requests 🩵

hey, wyd rn? u up? 🍓

evanescia x reader

cw: none !

a/n: ive been so busy with work and my personal life, so for that i apologize for the lack of posting :) pls enjoy ! also im sorry that this kinda turned into streamer!reader

Inside the entire Ethernet network of Planarcadia, there was nobody else like you, nobody who shone and brought in the audiences to your streams like you. Inside of you, it sat there pridefully, your streams brought in almost as many as Sparxie (which is saying a lot). Your fame was something that you worked for endlessly, pulling late nights with editing videos and collaborating with other creators. But you were always performing for one person in particular.

SakvraBl0ssom

What began as a somewhat unusual viewership bloomed into an online friendship. Neither of you had revealed your faces to the other person, and it was firmly going to stay that way. ‘SakvraBl0ssom,’ as she liked to be called, was there from day one, adding commentary to your videos and offering companionship when it called for it. Your bond with each other was something that you had come to treasure; it felt real and like something that wasn’t hidden behind a mask.

In the past, you had to say “No” to her requests to meet up and maybe exchange phone numbers, to say “No” to her when she had offered to do face reveals. Your anonymity was your saving grace; your wanting to protect your persona from the public eye went as far as using a voice modifier to hide what you really sounded like.

More and more mornings had passed as your viewership grew exponentially, almost like someone had written into a script.

“SakvraBl0ssom has donated 520 bits,” The TTS bot read aloud the message attached to the dono. “The loading screen would be much faster if you went and touched grass.”

The message made you pause, a knowing smile on your face as you turned to face your monitor. The mask on your face was so itchy after she dono’d, heat creeping up your neck as you cleared your throat with much trouble, “Thank you again Sakura, you can’t be spending this much money on me.” The loading screen finally opened as the game menu pulled up.

“Also—I do touch grass, what are you talking about?” Resounding chants that are telling you to touch grass happen in the chat, messages flying by with a few ‘I love you!’s mixed in. Everything on your screen was handcrafted to perfection, from the tags on usernames to the raid messages from other streamers.

SakvraBl0ssom’s name popped up in chat again, this time their message was followed by the analog winky face, “Grass Simulator 2077 doesn’t count, please go outside dearest streamer.” And you want to so badly be annoyed by their words but you can only feel affection for your long-time viewer.

With a sigh your digitized model rolled their eyes with a click of a button, “One day I’ll do an IRL stream and you will all see how often I am outdoors.” Chat started hounding off about the possibility of meeting you and stream sniping you, but you ignored those messages as you watched for SakvraBl0ssom in the chat. “Chat, please, we’re all adults here. We can handle a little sunlight in Planarcadia.”

But no further messages showed up, you tried to not feel discouraged by the lack of activity and opened up your most recent game, Patient Insidious: Biohazard. You were at the point of saving Maya from the family that kidnapped her before she got infected with an alien substance.

Soon enough hours had gone by and you watched as Keith destroyed the household monster that infected Maya, your character’s wife injecting you both with the antidote made from another planet.

There was a feeling of completion as you click off the game that was amazing. You had beaten your previous time of 9 and a half hours with a new record of 7 hours and 58 minutes. Sleep begins to weigh heavily on your shoulders as you start your farewells to the unruly watchers in your stream. Goodbye’s and promises of uploads to your VOD channel are grumbled when the red light fades off and you’re left with the blush pink screen of your background.

Exhaustion barely creeps into your brain before you get the ping on your phone, a DM from ChatStagram… from SakvraBl0ssom, “is there any chance of me seeing u tmrw? ☹️” Your finger hovers over the thumbs down reaction but something in your gut makes your fingers sluggishly type out a response.

You send it before the anxiety can hit you, “Let me know when and where :)”

tags 🏷️

@sstarsilks

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oh asra from the arcana…. oh how i love you😞 i need fics of them EXPEDITIOUSLY

i might cook something up bc i love the whole cast (except lucio…..) of the arcana so bad guys please i need people to spread the gospel upon🗣️

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Always up for filth about father 😋😋

lover, should i wear gloves?

awesome!! because lately i’ve been daydreaming about arlecchino and her long, lithe fingers and how they’d look covered in lace.

i would absolutely do an add on of mouth play and appreciation for arlecchino’s fingers in something else if anyone asked.

The Knave was no stranger to stares, how people would gawk at her odd colored eyes, or even the black flames she emits when utilizing her vision. But that doesn’t stop her from feeling squeamish when her beloved wife refuses to break eye contact with the scars and bruises on her fingers.

With an awkward clear of her throat Arlecchino barely mutters out, “My love, you seem to have a fixation on my fingers, may I ask why?” The dark look in your eyes only briefly lightens up as your tongue comes out to wet the dried flesh.

“I’m merely,” A heavy pause as you chew on the words to say without sounding crazed. “appreciating my husband’s hands. You are just so, I guess gorgeous, that I can’t help but to admire how you’re mine.” If this were any other person speaking to her this way, they’d been thrown out on their ass faster than they could think.

But this wasn’t any other person, this was you. Her beloved wife, the very reason she has for living. “You wish for me to wear gloves again? To take away the view that you so enjoy?” A simple question from a simple woman.

Yet, your outrage at her words makes her smile softly, “No! Please no, I would miss seeing the scars on your hands. Please, my beloved, don’t cover up your hands. I have worked too hard to get to where we are!”

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@sstarsilks @seaweaver

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HELLO HELLO HELLOOOOO

First of all, Congrats on your 300 followers!!! 🫶🏻🩷✨️

I loved the way you wrote Aelin so so much, do you have any idea for a fic?? 👀

And I wanted to ask you something, if you want to obviously, I want to make some fics for pride month, all fem characters, and I wanted to know if you would like to make a collab with me (?) If you want to obviously, no pressure here 🫶🏻✨️🤍

OF COURSE I’D LOVE TO COLLAB ????? that’s not even in question i love my fem x fem writers 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i’ll cook something up for aelin and will absolutely tag you in it once it’s done

i was thinking along the lines of yet another scenting based fic but im sooo open to ideas for something new😛😛

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hi do u currentl have any reqs for hsr jade? ive got so many ideas i wanna make sure it doesnt match with one you’ve already got ><

hello!! thank you for asking, i currently dont have any requests for jade so i’d love to hear what’s on your mind🩵😌

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does anyone want to know about the absolutely filthy ideas on arlecchino?

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i’d like to see you melt

cw: kissing, there may be some handsy moments from one or two characters (im looking at you miko),

a/n: i havent been on tiktok in close to ermmm six months so whatever trends i hear of float down into my instagram reels lmao, this is the one where you record them melting into your kiss

The phone was set up perfectly to catch every moment, your wife barely paying attention to the barely-concealed devious grin on your face. As soon as the door shut after she got home from work you’d asked her to put her stuff down and stand in front of you.

She doesn’t know what was going on, but you look happy so she’s happy. “Okay! Put your arms straight out, like you’re uhm,” you grimace at the only word choice you can come up with, “T-posing. I hate that so much Oh my Gods.”

Your ever obedient wife follows exactly what you say to do, her arms in the air, “And I’m supposed to do what now?”

“Just trust me!”

ganyu

She immediately softens up and grabs your cheeks, her thumb brushing gently against your jawline as she slowly deepens the kiss. There’s moment of recognition as Ganyu notices the camera, her eyes locking on to the device with a smile. “You’re recording me?” She mutters against your lips as one of her hands slides down your neck to settle on your waist.

You pull away ever so slightly to smile at her dumbly as her hand that’s not on your jawline begins to run circles over your clothing, “I wanted to see if you’d… yanno… kiss me back.”

Ganyu shakes her head as she takes off her glasses, the foggy look from your shared breathing fades away, “Why wouldn’t I kiss my wife?”

jean

Jean’s skepticism about what you were trying to do almost instantly melted away into a tender smile as you held her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. Her arms were still splayed outwards but the phone was catching every twitch of her muscles to stay locked in place as you pulled away slowly.

Jean’s half-lidded eyes falling to a close as she noticed the camera in the corner of the room, her lips pulling into an adoring smile as she whispered against your mouth, “If you wanted me to kiss you, you should’ve just asked.”

yae miko

Miko’s hands fall from the air to grab at your waist and tug you in before you even kiss her for a second. Her tongue brushes against your lips as she squeezes the muscles of your ass when you don’t allow her to dominate your mouth. Her pink hair shrouds the angle that the camera is trying to catch almost perfectly that it’s annoying.

Your wife huffs softly as her tongue rolls over your molars, one of her hands quickly coming up to cusp your jaw in reverence when you tilt your head backwards to grant her what she wants.

After moments of the two of you kissing hungrily (read: Miko ravaging you) the separation is heated and dripping in saliva, “I know these games, my love, don’t aak me not to act on my whims.”

nicole

She nods at your words of “Trust me!” and becomes a puddle in your arms as you press a chaste kiss to her lips. No sooner than you had pressed the loving peck on her mouth, Nicole’s arms dropped to her sides as she hugged you close. The warmth emanated from her skin as the very woman you love melted into the embrace.

You could feel her hands fidgeting as she tried to sign out the words that were jumbling her brain. Against your back you could feel the trembling words of “Are you okay?” Heart melting heat flooded your body as you nodded and looked into her eyes, the blue there nearly shot out into the deep sea color. “Yes, I’m okay, I just wanted to kiss you.”

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@sstarsilks

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aaaaaa so close to 300 🥹 should i host a small event in celebration or hold off oh my goodness idk what to choose !?

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WE HIT 300!!!!

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aaaaaa so close to 300 🥹 should i host a small event in celebration or hold off oh my goodness idk what to choose !?

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getting sent bicep pics by genshin ladies

cw: slightly horniness from reader, other than that nothing, mention of body hair on xilonen sorry for being a freak on main again😣

a/n: all of these are modern!au and navia’s mentions jealous!reader. i need to tie a bow around xilonen’s biceps PELASEPLEASPLEASPLEASE🎀

ganyu

Work was boring as hell, the screen in front of you causing a slight headache before you sigh heavily and readjust your blue light glasses. Ding! The notification lights up your phone as she messages you in succinct words, “open when alone” part of you wants to tease your sweet wife about how her words sound, but the rational part says to just abide by what she says.

As quickly, yet professionally, as you can you hurry off to the bathroom, the walk from your cubicle to the single stall bathroom feels like an eternity. The moment the door behind you is locked your phone is in your hand as you stare at the picture of Ganyu at the gym. Purple and blue lights from the studio highlight the sweat dripping from her collarbone.

There’s a thrill that runs through your body, settling into your stomach as you frantically type out a response- barely able to keep back from calling her to send more.

“babyyy you look so good 🤤 thank you for your contribution to science!!!!!” You watch the text bubble pop up and fade away for a couple minutes before a single response is sent back to you.

“It’s okay to do this, right?” Gods above yes, you want to text her back but you check the time and you’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes already. Just staring. Staring at your lovely, amazing, sexy wife’s biceps. Fuck.

beidou

“It’s not too late for this, right? 😏” Is the only text warning you get before Beidou’s biceps are the only thing on your screen. It should fluster you, but it only serves to annoy you that you can’t be there to bite on the sweaty muscles.

You can feel your eyebrow twitch in agitation as you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. The internal debate on how to answer her begins to weigh heavily on your brain until it finally clicks, your thumbs fly across the screen in a short message that’s sure to send her into hysterics.

“seen better🤔”

And it’s instantaneous, the flurry of messages from Beidou. Ones ranging from “you’ve only seen mine right?” to “who else sends you sweaty abs pics ????” and they come back to back before you get a phone call from the very woman you’re tormenting.

The caller ID on the screen blacks out as you turn off the phone to continue working, she’ll get her appreciation tonight, when you’re both sweating.

navia

The gym mirror that Navia always posed in front of after hitting a new deadlift PR was glaringly clean. Sweat carved down the divots of her muscles in tantalizing lines, and you were sat not five feet away from her on the floor as she took picture after picture.

Navia sends you a titillating smirk as you scowl at her from the floor, “Who are you taking these for?” It sounds as bitter as it tastes in your mouth, jealousy curling in your stomach like a live wire. Your wife just smiles innocently as she flexes her abs and poses for another picture. This time with her shirt in her teeth. Are you kidding me?

“Mon ange, these are for you, when I’m away on business trips.” Her words soothe the ache of jealousy and your head gets light as embarrassment grows at how quickly you assumed the pictures were for others.

You release a shuddering breath, “That makes more sense, huh…” Navia’s own face growing warm the longer she sees you sitting there.

“I think we’re done here for the day, I gotta go remind you why I’m only yours.”

xilonen

A ding from your phone wakes you from the warmth of your bed, previously tussled sheets sliding to the floor as you finally wake up from the midday nap you were taking. The phone on your bed next to you dings again, letting you know that she’s sent another message. Blearily your hand grapples for the device before you open it up with a wince at the light.

Oh.

That’s, “Woah,” oh fuck. Xilonen’s biceps are flexed and taunting you through the picture. The blacksmith forge in the background was creating a glow in the picture that highlighted the divots and scars on her arms. As you zoomed into the picture you could see the slightest hint of hair from her underarms and for some stupidly horny reason that’s what you zoomed in on.

“Morning baby, thought you’d wanna wake up to what you’ll be getting for dinner 😛” She texts you, the words creating a turmoil in your stomach, and in between your thighs.

Something takes over your mind, fingers frantically typing out a respinse to her lighthearted tease, “PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LET ME PUT A BOW ON IT ILL BE GOOD OH MY GODS🎀☺️😛” She just adds the laughing reaction to your message and goes back onto DND, effortlessly stopping you from further reacting like a crazed dog at the sight of sweat dripping from her muscles.

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@sstarsilks

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Lauma playing with your clit until you squirt all over the sheets 🫪

🥹🥹 bro this is so peak oh my fucking gods

did i say you could stop?

cw: squirting, fingering, overstimulation, one (1) pussy slap

a/n: hi guys please lmk if this is something you’d like to see more of, rather than waiting on my longer stuff to be posted and perfected!!

Lauma’s fingers were pressing into you at just the right angle that it had your head rolling backwards in delirious pleasure. Drool was slipping down your chin when you feel her thumb graze against your clit again. She even feels when your legs threaten to close around her hands, tutting at you softly before repositioning you both.

Her legs that were previously crossed behind her were now bracketing your legs to keep them from slamming to a close as she brought you to the precipice of yet another orgasm, “Oh, my sweet doe, you know this is punishment for testing me.”

The sickeningly sweet words are barely registering in your lust-adled mind before you jerk in her grasp with a keening moan as you squirt all over the bedsheets. Lauma rumbles out a soft laugh at your hazy expression, pressing a soft kiss to your brow as she continues to finger you. Her hand pulls out when the gushing of your cum sputters, and she slaps your clit once. The action almost immediately sends you into another round of drenching the bedsheets.

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@sstarsilks @an-antivan-crow

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getting sent bicep pics by genshin ladies

cw: slightly horniness from reader, other than that nothing, mention of body hair on xilonen sorry for being a freak on main again😣

a/n: all of these are modern!au and navia’s mentions jealous!reader. i need to tie a bow around xilonen’s biceps PELASEPLEASPLEASPLEASE🎀

ganyu

Work was boring as hell, the screen in front of you causing a slight headache before you sigh heavily and readjust your blue light glasses. Ding! The notification lights up your phone as she messages you in succinct words, “open when alone” part of you wants to tease your sweet wife about how her words sound, but the rational part says to just abide by what she says.

As quickly, yet professionally, as you can you hurry off to the bathroom, the walk from your cubicle to the single stall bathroom feels like an eternity. The moment the door behind you is locked your phone is in your hand as you stare at the picture of Ganyu at the gym. Purple and blue lights from the studio highlight the sweat dripping from her collarbone.

There’s a thrill that runs through your body, settling into your stomach as you frantically type out a response- barely able to keep back from calling her to send more.

“babyyy you look so good 🤤 thank you for your contribution to science!!!!!” You watch the text bubble pop up and fade away for a couple minutes before a single response is sent back to you.

“It’s okay to do this, right?” Gods above yes, you want to text her back but you check the time and you’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes already. Just staring. Staring at your lovely, amazing, sexy wife’s biceps. Fuck.

beidou

“It’s not too late for this, right? 😏” Is the only text warning you get before Beidou’s biceps are the only thing on your screen. It should fluster you, but it only serves to annoy you that you can’t be there to bite on the sweaty muscles.

You can feel your eyebrow twitch in agitation as you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. The internal debate on how to answer her begins to weigh heavily on your brain until it finally clicks, your thumbs fly across the screen in a short message that’s sure to send her into hysterics.

“seen better🤔”

And it’s instantaneous, the flurry of messages from Beidou. Ones ranging from “you’ve only seen mine right?” to “who else sends you sweaty abs pics ????” and they come back to back before you get a phone call from the very woman you’re tormenting.

The caller ID on the screen blacks out as you turn off the phone to continue working, she’ll get her appreciation tonight, when you’re both sweating.

navia

The gym mirror that Navia always posed in front of after hitting a new deadlift PR was glaringly clean. Sweat carved down the divots of her muscles in tantalizing lines, and you were sat not five feet away from her on the floor as she took picture after picture.

Navia sends you a titillating smirk as you scowl at her from the floor, “Who are you taking these for?” It sounds as bitter as it tastes in your mouth, jealousy curling in your stomach like a live wire. Your wife just smiles innocently as she flexes her abs and poses for another picture. This time with her shirt in her teeth. Are you kidding me?

“Mon ange, these are for you, when I’m away on business trips.” Her words soothe the ache of jealousy and your head gets light as embarrassment grows at how quickly you assumed the pictures were for others.

You release a shuddering breath, “That makes more sense, huh…” Navia’s own face growing warm the longer she sees you sitting there.

“I think we’re done here for the day, I gotta go remind you why I’m only yours.”

xilonen

A ding from your phone wakes you from the warmth of your bed, previously tussled sheets sliding to the floor as you finally wake up from the midday nap you were taking. The phone on your bed next to you dings again, letting you know that she’s sent another message. Blearily your hand grapples for the device before you open it up with a wince at the light.

Oh.

That’s, “Woah,” oh fuck. Xilonen’s biceps are flexed and taunting you through the picture. The blacksmith forge in the background was creating a glow in the picture that highlighted the divots and scars on her arms. As you zoomed into the picture you could see the slightest hint of hair from her underarms and for some stupidly horny reason that’s what you zoomed in on.

“Morning baby, thought you’d wanna wake up to what you’ll be getting for dinner 😛” She texts you, the words creating a turmoil in your stomach, and in between your thighs.

Something takes over your mind, fingers frantically typing out a respinse to her lighthearted tease, “PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LET ME PUT A BOW ON IT ILL BE GOOD OH MY GODS🎀☺️😛” She just adds the laughing reaction to your message and goes back onto DND, effortlessly stopping you from further reacting like a crazed dog at the sight of sweat dripping from her muscles.

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@sstarsilks

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hello could i request some bottom skirk... anything will be good!! ppl see her as a top and at some point I agree but I see her as a switch, she haven't interacted much with humans her whole life so I feel like she needs a girl to strap her down

of course!! i will link it here once written !

i love the idea of skirk being a switch so i hope you dont mind if i play with the idea of her learning to be vulnerable through physical intimacy!🩵

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js bc im a woman doesn’t mean i cant get lauma pregnant. I NEED HER TO CARRY MY CHILDREN NOW !!! 😔

TRUTH !!!!!! i think she’d let you tire yourself out and when you’re finally panting and spent from filling her up? lauma will flip you over and start riding you until she’s had her fill. doesn’t matter if you’ve been going for close to two hours or even just five minutes, she’d ride your strap/cock until you’re both so sore that when the residuals of her orgasm cause her to clench you both moan softly 😌 oh lauma pls let me get you pregnant

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more antler play with lauma!

cw: backshots, manhandling, wolf!reader makes their debut, biting, scratching, reader wants to breed so badly but unfortunately does not have the anatomy to do so

a/n: this was requested! i’ll link this work back to the original request as a few things might come before this is posted finally. also this turned out strangely a little a/b/o but that’s neither here nor there 🙇‍♀️

The smell of Lauma’s arousal was so saccharine in your mouth, it bordered on disgusting as you inhaled the pheromones practically leaking from her body. Lauma’s breathing on your neck was hot and fast enough that you feel the condensation sliding down your collarbone, “Oh, my sweet love, you’re so easy like this.” At your words she arches her trembling body into your hold.

Heat pulses all through your body as the instincts raging in your mind rage to claim her, to mark her, to breed her. You can feel how Lauma’s heart races beneath your fingers skimming over her skin, how she flutters over your fingers in tandem with the heartbeat that echoes between you two.

“Baby, please, fuck, I gotta flip you. I need to fuck you.” Lauma’s gasp from your words makes the heat churn even worse than it already is. She lets you push her off with the wolfish strength that you’ve possessed since birth.

It’s funny how you two are completely opposite in terms of base instincts and yet you ended up as lovers, you a wolf shifter; she a deer shifter. Your baser instincts much different from each other, except when it came to times like this. How you’d pin her down and growl over Lauma’s scratched up back.

Lauma’s own hindbrain pushing her into submission as you rutted into the plushness of her thighs, which she was currently relishing in. She loves it when your feral side makes its appearance, she loves being marked up and claimed by the very person that she loves.

When she tries to force your body into listening to those things in your brain that make you this way, the things that make you growl into her neck and tug her around by the base of her vine-encrusted antlers. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum.” Your words are punctuated with another shallow thrust into her weeping cunt.

You both know that anything you manage to push into her will never take, will never get her pregnant, and that’s what pushes you to go at her harder. At this point Lauma’s own thoughts are so blurry and strewn out, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps as she claws at the sheets of your bed.

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(im not fond of this ending but i hope you all like this!)