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anantaru · 2 hours

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i can’t comment on your ao3 anymore🥲

hello 💗 i turned the guest comments off, now only members can comment on my work 🎀

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anantaru · 2 hours

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so this is guy i’m dating ? (heavy on the “?”) bought me the welkin moon pass and fucking genesis crystals ?????? idk what to do, bro said we weren’t serious so ???? tf are u doing spending money on me help 😭😭

LMAO THE WELKIN MOON HAHAHAHAHA 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but take it !! it's a gift but don't feel pressured to do anything in return, only if you really want to do something for them like a gift in return💗 if he says you guys aren't serious okay, stay unbothered 💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

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anantaru · 2 hours

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your fics brighten my day sm i love you 🥹🥹

this ask brightened mine, thank you so much for being here and i love you too 💗

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anantaru · 3 hours

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what i drew

#SO CUUUUTE💗#، ꕮ —￤art [blue lock] ⋆

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anantaru · 3 hours

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sending me a thirst multiple times will never make me write it btw, it's an automatic block (as stated in my rules) because it clogs my ask box and i found it disrespectful 🙋🏻‍♀️

#، ᰔ —￤to the villagers ⋆

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anantaru · 5 hours

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Si i was watching the special program yesterday right, and Aventurine is mimicking boothill's speech pattern which is where he said "son of a nice lady" 💀

Imagine telling boothill to degrade you in bed but the whole thing turns into an awkward praise kink jdbcjsjs

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. in an attempt to degrade you, boothill unlocks your inner praise kink cw. praise kink (failed degradation kink), needy boothill <3, fem! reader

"I'll make you beg for me you fudging, fudge, f-fudging beauty, flower, ugh, i'm loosing it— you're so soft and wet for me, one more— let me here you again," boothill mindlessly babbles into your neck, "this isn't working baby, it's not, i can't s-stop," and he slowly began to sound like he was turning frustrated from this, defeatedly grumbling at the influx of clashing words the second he tries to degrade you.

he tenses and eases into your body, his glazed eyes blinking down at your drunken face and aching nipples before taking his delicious rolls of hips, your lingering moans turning his next thrust stronger, hungrier and fierce.

he sloppily kisses your lips and clashes his tongue against yours, groaning feverish praises into your mouth when he presses into the throbbing compression of your walls— slowly convincing himself he could actually pull it off and utter out a degrading word.

please, just please he wants it to work just once, tell you what a pretty, little whore you are clamping on his cock like that, so filthy, so wet, when in reality, he couldn't say a single shameful syllable.

his erection slips in and knocks the air from your lungs as he falls on his forearms to trap you between them, "you're such a fine, no, fearless, ugh, flexible, i don't think this will work, baby, I cantcantcant— say it, but you feel sososo good—," boothill grits his teeth and whines filthily against your lips, jaw slacked as he squishes one of your breasts together to make you arch your back.

your head lols back, body out of control, his crumbling thrusts matching that of your desperate attempt to fuck him back, murmuring in approval as your fingers clasp together at his shoulder blades to kiss him again.

the wet trail of his warm cum and your liquids splatter over your ass and soil the sheets underneath before beginning to dry up on your skin— the disgusting, sticky feeling of it overwhelming you by the strong twist in your stomach threatening to pop into a million pieces.

alas, boothill really wanted to make this work for you, lapping greedily at your mouth before telling you how good you feel now, how well you taste and ugh, you're so pretty, his pretty girl— if he wasn't able to play out a degradation kink with you, he can now you praise you until you cum on his cock.

he continues, fucking you in deep, ruthless thrusts— he needed friction, more movement, more and more, wanted to part your little hole and force you to squeeze him tight as his balls messily slap against your ass.

#، ꕮ —￤icymi ⋆

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anantaru · 8 hours

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thigh riding with diluc while he’s working on his office on dawn winery 🤤 he’s busy with work but he could never deny his darling some pleasure

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. thigh riding, touch starved diluc <3, fem! reader

scarlet hair tousled, red cheeks resembling that of strawberries and a shirt with a couple buttons opened, all accentuated by a sheen lace of sweat around diluc's sharp collarbones as he exhales shakily into his chest.

parted lips, lidded eyes, the master of the dawn winery certainly believed that in the beginning, this was a good idea, not to mention easy— barely a sweat, right? he thought to himself, no work he had to actually participate in while you're the one showing him how your soft folds press and drag against his clothed thigh, your whines octaves higher the more you glazed your wet pussy over the aching fabric.

and you press forward, press back, arch your back as he looks at you, his face tilted to the side when you pull your shirt up to reveal your tits and erected nipples, all the while beginning to play with one mound— squeezing and squeezing your breast so filthily that he shamelessly moans as his dick throbbed in his pants.

he was thinking that fuck; i want to fuck you, fuck you so much, want to flip you against the table and pull my dick inside you so hard, it will make you see stars baby it will.

yet of course, diluc, your sweet diluc, always angelic and gentleman alike— wasn't one to choose those particular words, they weren't in his vocabulary.

perhaps, they were barely used, yet they were there.

you wrap your arms around his neck and enjoy the rough treatment of fabric on your sore folds, tits messily pressed into his chest now, eyes glimmering with desire to cum.

diluc thought to himself that what would be the odds, if he would just skip his paperwork and sufficiently stretch your hole like you deserve before he spreads white strings of his cum onto your sore walls— didn't someone once claim that having something hot and sticky plastered onto something sore would help aid against the soreness? or maybe he just made that up right now.

dilic's thigh desperately changes angles, nudges up and helps you prolong your sweet pleasure as two warm palms graze at your hips, keeping you steady on his thigh before he groans again— sounding absolutely desperate, almost like a pathetic man, so touch starved that it killed him inside.

your toes curl when he rose his leg up to faintly brush over your clit, until he could see your sticky fluids mess up his pants. it's so hot, no, scrap that, you were, you were the hottest, most beautiful, fuck, he cannot find words to describe you.

not only that, but after a while, the master of the dawn winery was on the brink of turning wrecked and feral— diluc now, started touching himself helplessly, fondling with the obvious bulge in his pants while watching you. always watching you.

he grinds needily into his palm until the hot splash of you cumming all over his thigh made him, at the same time, batter his cum inside his messed up boxers, wet strands and ropes of his seed, showing a wet splotch imbedded into the dark fabric.

ah well, you know what comes next, don't you? because diluc cannot work like that? don't be silly. he might as well just make his filthy dream come true.

#، ꕮ —￤icymi ⋆

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anantaru · 12 hours