Happiest of early birthdays to you! â¤ď¸ can I please request a zutara drawing? In your post, you said that you drew ATLA but didnât mention any ships, so pls forgive me and no worries if this is one you wonât draw!
Everything you draw is amazing and Iâve been a huge fan for a while! Thank you for taking the time to use your talents here! â¨
Vesta (meaning âto dwellâ) was the virginal goddess of hearth and home, family life and child-rearing in Roman mythology. She oversaw all aspects of home life, ensuring the sanctity of the house and securing its tranquility. Despite her seeming lack of mythological presence, Vestaâs enormous power over family, marriage, and children protected the moral integrity of all Romans. For this reason, all prayers and sacrifices began and ended with devotions to Vesta. She remained a virgin throughout her mythic existence, took no lovers, and bore no children. Vestaâs was adapted from Hestia (Greek goddess of the hearth) with whom she shared a mythological tradition.
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tags: softdom!johnny, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names, praising, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, mirror sex (not really but kinda) manhandling, mating press, dumbification, subspace, unprotected sex, aftercareâŚpretty sure thatâs it
The room felt unbearably hot. Â
With Johnnyâs hand between your legs, toying with your sensitive clit, you could feel your third orgasm approaching.Â
You tried to press your legs together, but his other hand holding your legs apart prevented that. When he slipped his fingers back inside your cunt, your back arched away from his chest.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â Johnny asked, âToo much?â
Your words got choked up by a moan when he curled his fingers against your velvety walls. You started squirming between his legs from the overwhelming amount of pleasure youâre receiving from the three fingers knuckle deep inside of you.
âN-No,â you whine, âFeels so good.â you drop your head back onto his shoulder.Â
Johnny wrapped his arm around you and left soft kisses over your cheekbone, whispering sweet praises. You sneak a hand into his hair, slowly grinding your hips against his hand.Â
âLook at you taking my fingers so well, baby,â he pressed his cheek to your forehead as he watched his fingers slip in and out of you with ease.Â
Genre: pwp, knight!au, smut, fluff, he is, and I canât stress this enough, madly in love with you
Warnings: loss of virginity, pussy eating, mutual pining and longing, itâs forbidden but whoâs gonna stop u??? Exactly. Inaccurate descriptions of the time period probably, inappropriate use of the word princess, he fucks you to tears, this is so self indulgent I gotta blast
The moons unearthly luminescence bleeds through the windows that sit directly above your wing of the old castles corridor, a reminder of why he bears the heavy sword that hangs off of his hip, of why heâs here in the first place.
He rolls his aching neck, blinking his dry eyes a few times in an attempt to dampen them. Heâs usually not so worn by now.
Perhaps the two of you had gotten too carried away last night, itâs too easy when youâre with eachother. Effortless, like that of a flowers perianth traveling wistfully through a summers breeze. Itâs easy to forget.
Heâs here to protect you, nothing more, as he is was a proffesional in all that he does. He is a knight, after all. One of the best. Your father wouldnât have requested him from a province so far away if he werenât damn good.
Six months ago, it seems like a lifetime away and yet the memory of seeing you for the very first time is so vivid behind his eyelids, tangible as if he could reach out and hover his palms over the warmth the halo around you seemed to emit.
He smiles to himself, the image keeping him sane and distracting him from the ache in the soles of his feet. He knows youâre probably not sleeping, he wishes you wouldnât worry about him. Heâs doing it to himself, really.
He is a warrior but he is only so strong, so resilient. He has never been stricken by such a force as to have his bones feel as weak as they do when he looks into your eyes, when you cup his face in your hands like he is the most delicate thing you have ever seen.Â
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