✨🌲🩷🌲✨ by Julia Tar




#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman


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✨🌲🩷🌲✨ by Julia Tar
Revived Yin Yu and Quan Yizhen strolling around the sanctuary dedicated to the both Martial Gods of the West 🌞🌛
Detail from my postcard for Quanyin zine over at tg.
ohhh Ford with a mommy kink is actually so interesting. i never thought about it before?? like ive always been a big Stan girl so i just assumed he'd be the one saying ”mama” or ”ma” without even thinking. but with Ford... ohhh it hits different. yes please!!
ill add breeding kink here, i hope no one minds! so i bet this man would get so dumb while balls deep in you the moment he realizes you’re fertile. he’s still trying to hold onto his genius shit, to form coherent sentences blah blah but all he can think about is cumming inside
and you know he’d be too repressed to admit it first, you have to start the mommy thing first. you have to look him in the eye while you’re gasping and say “please make me a mommy, Ford. wanna feel you cum inside” and now suddenly it's “mommy this” and “mommy that”
from there it’s just pathetic whimpers into your neck while he’s slamming into you, mumbling “mommy... mommy... wanna fill you up, wanna give you a baby” he wants to breed you so bad it makes him stupid. poor genius reduced to mush by some pussy. isn't he so fucking pathetic!!
need to see ur take on it! i adore your fics so much
LIZ
LIZZIE
MY ANGEL MY DARLING I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I'M
Oooooohhhh my GOD YES
Hes soooo fucking pathetic!! Yes yes yes!! You see it! You see the vision!!!
I need to contain myself omfg
It's done, enough said, I'm writing the fic AS WE SPEAK
I picture this as Drunk!Ford, too (pussydrunk that is...) but
Ford who accidentally overstimulates himself.
Ford who swears this started out as just innocent curiosity, really sweetheart, i promise I'm just curious
Ford who, despite his meticulous tracking of your cycle, forgot that you were ovulating. At least, he forgets until he has you crowded down against his bed sheets, tongue down your throat as he tries to map out the topography of your mouth, hips jerking and grinding against yours, messy and uncoordinated. He forgets until he stops kissing you to pant into your open mouth, whining and cursing when your hands ruck up his shirt just to play with his happy trail. He forgets until he begs you to please, please sit on my face, please darling I- fuck, I need it wanna drown in you please please
He forgets that you're ovulating until you're hovering above him. Knees bracketing either side of his head, perfect little pussy on full display above him and he's drooling. Drooling before he even gets his mouth on you. Drooling because your pussy is flushed, puffy and plump with the blood flow that's making you so wet there's little drops of your slick, threatening to decorate his face before he can lap them up.
Ford moans so deep you feel it in your spine. Wraps his arms around your thighs, settles the meat of them in the crook of his elbows and wraps fingers around your hips, thumbs settling in and stroking the little dimples in your lower back he loves so much. Like this, you cant escape even if you wanted to. Ford drags you onto his mouth. Jaw practically unhinged he devours you. Licks his tongue up the length of you with a wet, messy slurp. Scrapes his teeth over the top of your swollen, aching clit before flicking his tongue over it over and over and over again.
Ford who doesn't remember until the first taste of you is coating his throat. Thick and heady, redolent with a tangy sort of flavor that makes his mouth water even more. That makes him crave more. Tongue fucking into your entrance with a broken moan. He doesn't even register the movement of his hips, cock thick and leaking, making a mess in his boxers as he swallows you whole. His moans are muffled in your cunt but you can still make them out.
"So good, so good fuck love your pussy, love you- love the way you taste god, wanna fucking die like this, mmmph-!"
Just a lil teaser bc I'm fucking FERAL for this man
so enamoured with your writing (and seyn. have i mentioned seyn?), please never go bald.
Now I will out of spite
Imagine Your OTP
Person A throws pebbles at person B’s window. To ask them something only for them to believe Person A’s here to confess to them or serenade them. When they find out…
Person B: “Really? You come out this late to ask me such a silly question?!?!”
Person A: “Yes, what did you think I would be doing this late?”
Person B: (scoffing to the side, eyes closed as if not to look at this embarrassing display) “I don’t know? Most people who do something like this would do something romantic. Confessing one’s feelings or serenading them!”
Person A: (looks with a bemused smirk, eyebrow raised at finding out that not only Person B may be interested in them but they could be interested in a display like that. With a chuckle they add) “Would like for me to do that~”
Person B’s eyes glance slightly back to them flustering at the look that was returned. One with loving amusement. One that would be reserved only for a long time beloved after their partner would be shown….
Person A: “Because I would never be opposed to doing something like that for you. I just thought you wouldn’t interested in such a thing from me. Like you’re above such an act from an average entertainer. But if truly you would, I will be back tomorrow fully prepare to win your affection! Goodnight and I hope to see you tomorrow, my dearest~”
And with that Person A disappears into the night with sweet promises for tomorrow. Leaving a rather dizzyingly flustered Person B. As they lean against their wall close to the window. As their hand covering their ever warming cheeks. They can’t help an enamoured smile from growing upon it.
i remember someone on here wondering how many races it’s going to take gigi to starting sitting in marc’s chair. well.
the answer is zero races
Sometimes I don't want to be held like I'm fragile , even though I am.
Sometimes I want to be held like you're afraid I'll leave, even though you know I won't.