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"even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me."
she's right. i bark for her
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Skin to Skin
Elain Archeron Week 2022. Day 4. Romance - more Elriel Version
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me watching my brother whitewash himself
(He’s now the most disrespectful little demon you’ll ever see)
#help#I’m surprised my parents haven’t whopped his ass yet#oh well#please help#can it be cured???#idk#he’s also being a lil racist at times too#🌚🌚#like broski#you’re Asian too
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I’m gonna smack Bear’s big ass
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You yes you I'm talking to you
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Hi, it's me, the anon who WAS sitting patiently but now I have an idea to share.
I wanna pound Scara so hard that the poor baby is crying from pleasure, just to make him cry even more when I give him the sweetest aftercare ever even though he say he doesn't need it.
I plan to be in your inbox a lot, whether to share my horny ideas or just praise the other anons of their ideas so I dub myself 🌙 anon so I can be easily distinguished.
"an unnamed player has invited WANDERER to play . . .
a moonshower, a moonpleaser
✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!wanderer, unspecified genitalia for wanderer, penetrative sex, held down (wanderer receiving), dacryphilia, post-coitus cockwarming, praise + pet names, aftercare .
A/N : i could not decide what to call him for this fic ,, but i'm very sweet on the name kunikuzushi .
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
Kunikuzushi is not a loud man—in the proverbial sense, that is. For while he is brash—he yells and he screams, and he does not go down without a fight—, Kuni is also gentle, sweet.
The finches and cats can attest to that fact.
Really, that ugly brashness comes out only as a defense. He sees the world at large as a threat: mean, cruel, out to get him. But you—you are not the world.
You are his, and there is no threat in your belonging.
But while you are his, he, too, belongs to you. The idea is scary, but it is not threatening; it is home, as much of a home as a person can be.
He never thought ruination could feel so good, either. Kuni is used to the hurt of ruin—to the crumbling of the physicalities, yes, but emotion, too. His heart ached.
Now, it aches in something like love.
"Hey," he whispers, voice gruff and dark and deep. You've got your hand wrapped around your cock, the head of it nudging against him.
You smile, cockhead pressing into him. "Hi," you say, and Kuni wonders if he's imagining those hearts in your eyes. For the first time, he sees your tender look not as something predatory—not driven entirely by lust, by thinking with your dick—but as something dear.
He has learned that he is dear to you, long after he realized he fell for you. It was a shock, but it also made sense; it simply clicked, with the way you were so tender with him. You didn't treat him like something weak, pathetic, but rather as something to be cherished.
At first, he didn't know how to feel. He lashed out more, then; but you met him head on, telling him to cut the shit. You talked to him like he was at your level: you didn't bow to him, yet you didn't see him as lesser, either.
He was Kuni, with you.
"Kuni," you murmur, driving in with your hips and kissing at the button of his nose. "What'd you say hey for, hmm? You alright?"
He grumbles at you, whines at the pull of your cock. "Nuthin'," he says, grabbing for your biceps. You, however, grab him by his thin wrists—these dainty, delicate looking things—and press into them, press them to the bed. He exhales sharply, a cute, "Mh."
"What?" You lean down and nip at his throat, rolling your hips smoothly up and into him; held down as he is, all he can do is arch into your hands, your body, crying out into the otherwise quiet night. "Oh, so pretty, so good for me, baby."
The sweet praise, the soft pet name—it all makes Kuni gasp n' moan, soft little uh-uh-uh's being punched out in time with each thrust.
You know, too, not to push—not by words, that is. He likes being pushed around—manhandled until he's hard and aching, 'til all he knows is your touch on, in his body.
"You're perfect, Kuni." With you, there is no humiliation; he no longer feels shame, here, when he feels his eyes begin to burn and water. It's a dizzying sensation, the feeling of cold tears trickling down his cheeks. They're a sharp contrast to the heat between his legs, warm, sticky-wet lube slickening up his inner thighs.
Soon enough, his moans become whimpering—high, ready lil' things that make your cock ache, make you throb as you press into his deepest places right as you press into his wrists, forcing him into an arch on the mattress.
"Mh!" he cries out, head jerking side to side in time with the twitching of his thighs around you. His hands, trapped, twist and writhe in your grip; you only tighten your hold in response, leaning down and making him still enough to kiss at his cheeks, lick away the dripping tears.
"Such a pretty crier," you coo, groaning low when he clenches around you. "Let it all out, sweetheart."
And then you go and say, "I've got you, baby, Kuni, I got'cha," and he cums right then and there, squeezing tight around you and fucking sobbing through it all. It's the fact that you're here, that you choose to be and want to be, that gets to him, each and every time.
It's an odd thing, being wanted by you; but Kuni finds hiself fond of the idea. After all, he wants you, too.
(He loves you.
Do you love him? he wants to wonder. He doesn't, though.
He wants to keep this feeling, here and now—just for a little while longer.)
"Baby, baby." Soft pet names filter through the fog of his mind, and he finds himself warm everywhere: hot inside, from the heat of your cum stuffed up in him, from your cock keeping it all stuffed in him. He blinks himself to, making a groggy, wrecked sound in his throat.
He finds himself rather content, here in your arms—until you huff and draw your softened cock from him. "Oh, man," you murmur, thumbing at the mess of sticky cum. "I got'cha all messy. C'mon." You make like you're going to pick him up, but he groans and pulls away. "Kuni?"
"I got it." He shoos you away, wiping haphazardly at his eyes, his tear-stained cheeks. Reaching blindly for something, anything to clean with, he brings some discarded shirt to wipe away the mess of lube and cum between his legs, all while you sit frozen, appalled.
You finally find your voice, coughing and reaching out for him. "Kuni, no, no," you mumble, gently grabbing his wrists and doing away with the fabric. "Let me."
Kuni jerks away. "What?"
"I—Let me?" you repeat, confused, before steeling your face. "Nope, I'm not making you clean up yourself. C'mon, now," you say, standing up resolutely and lifting him up, easy as lifting feathers. (You have the brief mind to bring him some food, too.) He flounders, but he's too doe-legged and shakey still to do anything quite yet. "Let's get you clean, mhm? You're all messy. My pretty, perfect lil' mess."
Kuni finds himself crying, again.
"H-hey!" Now in the bathroom, you set him down soft and slow on the toilet seat, kneeling in front of him and taking his inflamed cheeks in hand. "Kuni, baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere? Where did I hurt you?" you ask, and he only cries harder.
You're so—so damned kind, to him, even when you're not getting any pleasure out of it. He understands it in the heat of the moment, wanting him for a tight hole or a quick fuck; but—now? He can't fathom it, so he asks you, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you doing all of this? I'm not—"
You shake your head. "Because I love you, Kuni." And it's simple as that.
Kuni cries harder, throwing himself into you as you smatter kisses across his forehead, his wet cheeks. You—you love him.
He smiles, even as he tastes his own tears against his tongue. You love him; and he loves you. He doesn't have to wonder anymore.
happy belated valentine's >< i spent the day jacking off. i hope this lil' idea is to your liking, anon (*＾3＾)/～♡
15 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#ㅤ【 🌙 】#i'm so sweet on him .#he'd be so pretty crying (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )#sub wanderer#sub scaramouche#which do i use for him . .#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#sub genshin#genshin x reader#top reader#dom reader#amab reader#🌚🌚
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i condisder myself as ACAAB (a cunt assigned at birth)
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I’m a little bit obsessed with playing and it’s maybe just a little bit shadowheart’s fault👩🍳
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Chandrayaan 3 on the moon. Go babbbbbyyyyy. ISRO 🥰🥰🥰
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“Well, hello there.”
This was for celebrating 3K on insta! :D
#did someone write a fic abt this idea before#the benefit of following me on tumblr is you get posts faster here🌚#honkai star rail#fanart#fanart hsr#honkai fanart#hsr fanart#illustration#star rail aventurine#aventurine honkai star rail#aventurine x you#aventurine x reader#aventurine fanart#my art
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Hii hope you’re doing well, I was wondering if I could request a criminal minds blurb where reader is Penelope’s best friend and they’ve met for lunch in a cafe near Quantico, and reader is telling Penny about this new guy she hooked up with a few nights ago, reader tells Penny how big the guy was and then a few minutes later Spencer walks in and reader is like “P omg that’s the guy!!” And gestures towards Spencer who’s the only person ordering at the counter? I just feel like Penny would be equal parts both shocked and horrified that her sweet innocent boy Spence has a sex life but also that he’s HUNG?? I literally love you and all your Spencer works and I feel like you’d write this perfectly 🫶🫶
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Penelope is absolutely enraptured by the play-by-play you're murmuring to her over the low din of the cafe's patronage. The whirring and grinding of the machines behind the counter only further aid in your attempt to keep your conversation private, and you can smell sweet strawberries on the bubbly blonde when you lean in to give her details.
"And he reached for his fly- ooh, Penny, the way his arms looked," You gush, remembering the thick veins that had corded his bone while he'd wrestled with his belt, "He whipped his belt out of the way, and- stop!" You urge her when she wriggles her brows at you, "He took his pants off, Penny, and I swear to god I've seen thighs thinner than that dick."
Her resulting squeal is much less hushed than you'd managed to keep the rest of your conversation, and you swat at the arm that's not holding her coffee. She gets the message but resorts to stamping her feet beneath the table instead, a repeated clicking that blends in much better with the mechanical whirring of the baristas' handiwork.
"He was so thick, and Jesus- Penny, he was long, too, just big all around," You recall, insides throbbing with a phantom ache at the memory of what you'd taken last night, "I swear he had me seeing stars," You sigh, glancing down at the pale pink ring of lip gloss around the mouth of your cup, "I'd beg him to come over again tonight, but I think I need a week to recover."
"A week," She breathes dreamily, "I could barely feel the last guy I had."
"Oh, I could feel him," You laugh, "It's like I still can, I'm pretty sure he bruised- oh fuck!"
"What?" Penelope's brow dips instantly, concern etched into her pretty features, "What's wrong?"
"It's him," You grip her hand, nails digging into her skin, "It's the guy from last night!"
"Big dick dude?" She asks, and your frantic nod confirms her theory.
She tries to be subtle, bless her, when she turns to see him, but when the only person that she sees standing in line for a drink is her coworker, her brain chugs along slower than normal.
Where's big dick dude?
Oh, Spencer's here!
I don't see big dick dude.
Spencer is-
You're not sure even the most talented actor could ever recreate the sheer horror swimming in her gaze when she turns to face you again. Her eyes are blown wide and her mouth, lined in a pretty fuchsia paste, is downturned in a grimace.
"Please tell me you're not talking about the skinny mess in the sweater vest."
"That's exactly who I'm talking about!" You gush, trying to avoid his gaze lest he thinks you're trying to follow him around, "Penny, isn't he dreamy?"
"That's- oh my god," She recalls your descriptions, thicker than thighs, longer than you've ever seen, "I have to resign."
#🌚 anon#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid one-shot#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid headcanons#spencer reid headcanon#spencer reid hc#spencer reid hcs#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid dialogue#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader fanfiction#spencer reid smut
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you can use my ass as a fleshlight and then as a pillow ;’)
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Raúl Esparza in A Murder at the End of the World (2023)
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